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Mandy

By: Mushrom



It had been an OK party so far.

I was in Los Angeles for the week, enjoying spending some time with my cousin. While Paul and I were not real close, he was good for a free place to stay. So when he got invited to a party I was naturally invited also.

So here I was, in a town 2,000 miles from home on a Friday night, drinking beer with people I did not even know. What a dull way to spend the night. Well, at least there was a keg for me to pull from.

Most of the people here were kids. 16, 17, maybe 18 years old. There were a few around my age (25), but those that were female were either butt ugly, or with their boyfriends or husbands. But I did go ahead and dance with a few of the girls. One of them was a hot little thing, with titties that were obviously unencumbered by a bra because of the way they bounced all over when we danced. But she was probably no more then 17, and 3-6 years for pussy is not my idea of a good time.

After we finished, I went to the bathroom, and then decided it was time to go outside for a little breather. Los Angeles in April is fairly mild, so I did not need a jacket. Only 65 outside, a far change from the 20 and 6" of snow that we had back in Albuquerque. I was wearing a light jacket, more for the damp breeze then the actual cold. Compared to what I had been used to, this was practically a summer heat wave.

I went over to the far corner of the backyard, enjoying the cool night air, and looking up at the stars. Not that I could see many through all the light. But they were there. And it kept me from having to actually look at the couple pressed against the wall near the entrance, groping each other in the darkness. Well, at least somebody is getting lucky tonight.

I was about to sit at the patio table when I suddenly saw a flare of light a few feet away. I looked, and saw a young girl lighting a cigarette.

"Oh, excuse me, I did not see you there" I said.

A soft chuckle sounded through the muted sound of the DJ playing in the house. "It's ok. I came out here to get some fresh air. You are more then welcome to join me if you wish."

I smiled and took a seat, trying to see exactly who I was talking to. "My name is Mandy" she said. My eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness, and while she was a pretty little thing, I realized that she was far to young for me.

I had noticed her hanging out near the DJ off and on throughout the night. Barely 5 feet tall, with probably the longest hair I had ever seen. I had looked at her off and on throughout the night though. She was wearing a black dress which fit nicely on her. While on a normal gal it probably would have reached mid-thigh, it fell below her knees because of her short stature. And the glasses she wore gave her a big-eyed innocent look. She embodied the phrase "Sweet 16 and never been kissed" if I had ever seen it.

I introduced myself, and she said "Oh yea, you're Paul's cousin. He told me you were gonna be here this week. What do you think of LA so far?"

We then started to talk about my visit, and all the places I had been so far. I had done some of the usual tourist things. Disneyland, Universal Studios, Whiskey-A-Go-Go, Santa Monica, Hollywood, and a few other places.

"Yea, The Whiskey is pretty good, if you can stand all the punks and jerks there. I prefer some of the more quiet clubs myself. That one is just to "hip" for my taste."

I took a closer look at her after she said that. "How long have you known Paul?" I asked, wondering how old this girl really was. I found it hard to believe that she had been to The Whiskey if she was 16 as I thought she was.

She laughed, and replied "Oh, I have known Paul since he was a Sophomore. We dated for a little bit, but he was just to immature for me at the time, so we both kinda moved on. But we are still friends."

Well, I knew Paul was 21, so she must be around the same age. I took a closer look, and she again gave that sweet laugh. In addition to her hair and eyes, she had the most stunning smile I had ever seen. "Let me guess... I know exactly what you are thinking."

"Oh really? And what do I get if you are wrong?"

Another chuckle. "If you are wrong, I will go and bring you another drink. And if I win, you have to go get me a drink. Deal?"

"You're on." I said. I figured that if nothing else, I could use another drink.

"Well, I bet that you are wondering how old I really am. Right?"

All I could do is shake my head. "Yep, you got me there. I have to admit, I find it hard to believe that you are over 21. Tell ya what, how about double or nothing? Let me try to answer something this time."

"OK champ, you're on. Tell me, how old am I?"

OK, she had said that her and Paul had dated when he was a sophomore. Since that implied she was older, I assume she is 22. "22" I said, with a grin on my face.

"Nope, sorry. Wrong again. If ya wanna know, I'm 23."

Woah, no way! "Really? You're 23!?! Wow, I could never have guessed even close, if I had not known Paul's age. But I bet you get questioned a lot."

"You know it! It is hard for me to get into a new club at first, because they all think my ID is fake. I have often had to show my drivers license, ID card, work ID, and credit cards just to get into a bar or club. Now about that drink..."

I knew when I had been beat. I stood up and bowed, saying "Yes my lady, and what shall I get thee, a cup of ale?"

"Naw, I think I have had enough beer for the night. How about a wine cooler? Since you are playing fetch boy for me tonight, the least I can do is provide the alcohol. In the fridge in a paper bag is a 4 pack of wine coolers. Feel free to grab yourself one if you like."

I bowed, and went to do just that. While I ran the little errand, I started to think that maybe this party might not be so bad after all. And hot damn, she was 23! I took a quick peek into an upper cabinet, and was rewarded with wine glasses. I opened one wine cooler, and poured it into both glasses, putting a second bottle in my jacket pocket, and returning to the backyard.

I could see the whiteness of her teeth in the darkness when she saw the wine glasses. I could feel the reaction on my own face (and in another place) when I saw that. "That is a smile I would do anything for" I told myself as I sat down, this time on the patio loveseat next to her chair.

"What shall we drink to?" I asked.

"Hmmmm, how about new friends?"

"Agreed" I said, looking into her eyes as we touched rims and each took a sip. Not a big wine cooler person normally, I have to admit, this did seem to be the right drink for the occasion. And this was much better then most of the "wine soda" that I have had in the past.

We quietly talked, and she told me about her and Paul. It seemed that they were each other's first serious relationship. They had dated for about 7 months, until Paul's interest in his Nintendo started to take more precedence then she did. All I could do at that is shake my head. I knew my cousin had a few screws loose, but to give up this girl (no, lady now, no matter how she looks) for a video game was insane.

"I guess that after the first few times, he just took it all for granted. So we both went our separate ways. But we became friends again after some time. Is why I knew he was looking forward to your visit."

I shook my head and said "Wow, my cousin is a real fool. To choose a game over you? Did you say he was your first?"

Mandy nodded. "Well, not really. I had been with a couple of guys before him, but I was his first. But after about 3 months, I guess he thought I was only there for him when he needed some. That got a little tiring, so I decided to move on. Besides, at that time I was a serious smoker, and Paul always had a good stash of grass."

I nodded at that comment. "Yea, he still does. I don't use it myself, but he probably has a hit every day or so I think."

"Yea, that figures. I am clean 3 years myself" and she knocked on the wooden patio table in front of us.

"Wow, that is good. I never got much out of the stuff myself. But I think it is great that you stopped. Now if the two of us can get together, maybe we can get Paul to knock the shit off."

"Yea, I wish. I have been trying for years. I gave up trying. But at least all he uses is grass. Will you excuse me for a moment? I have to go use the ladies room."

"Of course" I answered, and am proud that I remembered to stand up when she did. The smile she rewarded me with told me that the gesture was appreciated, and she told me she would be right back.

I was treated with the sight of her hips swaying, silhouetted by the light coming from the patio door as she walked back into the house. Damn, but this girl has a body! Not being a real big "tit man" myself, her small dimensions there (maybe a B cup) did not disappoint me to much. But her nice hips and tight bottom was a thing of beauty. And the 3" heels she wore added just the right amount of sway to those hips.

I topped off our glasses again, killing the last of the two bottles I had brought along. I was just starting to wonder where she was when she came back into view. Her long hair blew slightly to her side as she walked back, and I could see that she had another wine cooler in her hand.

"I thought we were about out, so I went ahead and grabbed another one. I hope you do not mind."

I stood again as she got closer, saying "Not at all, I had just finished the last bottle refilling our glasses."

Mandy smiled, and this time took a seat next to me, instead of in the chair she had been using. I sat down again, and handed her glass back. She took a sip, then turned slightly in her seat to look at me.

"I have to admit, is rare to meet a true gentleman nowadays. Do you always act so gallant?"

"Only when I am with a pretty girl" I admitted, winning yet another oh her laughs. I had to fight to look into her eyes, having a glimpse of her thighs because of the position she was now in.

"Thanks, is nice to hear that. So how much longer are you going to be in town?"

"Well, I plan on going home on Monday. I do not have to be back at work until Wednesday, so that gives me a full day to rest and take care of things before I have to go back. But I have to admit, am actually kinda sad to see it end now."

"Oh? And why is that?" she asked, one eyebrow arching slightly as she pulled out another cigarette.

I pulled out my lighter and another smoke for myself, lighting them both before I responded. "Because I finally met somebody here that seems worth knowing, and now I have to leave her." I tried to make that corny line sound as honest as I could, because it was true.

Mandy placed her hand free hand on top of mine, and told me she actually felt the same way. "To bad it is Paul that lives here, and not you. Any chance you will be coming back out here?"

I told her that my next vacation would be in the summer, and that I would try and make it back here if I could. But because of my work, that was sometimes hard to predict. But I did occasionally spend time on the road, and sometimes even came to LA for an overnight stop.

We then spent another half hour or so talking about our jobs, and a few other things. She actually made a pretty good amount of money for being only 23. But I found it amazing that somebody as pretty as her was single.

I am sure I could have seen a blush if there was enough light to see by. She seemed to exaggerate a shudder, and I asked if everything was ok, if I had said something wrong.

"Oh no, everything is ok. I am just getting a bit chilled here is all." She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms to prove the point.

Being the gentleman that I am, I stood and removed my coat, gently pressing her forward on the shoulder so I could wrap it around her.

"Oh no, I can't do that. Is not fair if you get cold..."

I told her it was , I was used to much colder temperatures then she was here in LA. I won another of those smiles and felt my blood race at it. Damn, but she could charm the gold fillings out of a miser with that smile.

I decided to take a chance, and sat back down, placing my arm along the back of the loveseat behind her back. Still smiling, Mandy turned so her back was diagonal to me, and leaned her back against my side, her hand resting on my thigh. Of course I did the natural thing, and moved my arm from the back of the seat to rest across her upper chest, resting on her outside shoulder.

"Hmmmmmmm, nice" she said softly, snuggling against me.

We continued to softly talk, cuddling like that. I have to admit, I had never felt so comfortable with a lady that I had just met. We were talking like old friends, and sharing things that I rarely shared with others.

Mandy shifted slightly, and arched her back, obviously uncomfortable being in that position for so long, so I removed my arm, letting her shift if she wished.

She turned her body so her feet were resting up on the seat (shoes on the ground I noticed), and I placed my arm across her back, giving her what support I could. I both expected, and yet was surprised at what happened next.

Somehow, we were just kissing. Not a passionate "I want you now" kiss, but a nice tender "I want to do this just because" kiss. I found my other hand reaching across her belly to rest on her waist at the same time her arms went around my neck. We broke and looked into each other's eyes, then moved to kiss again.

I slowly lowered her back onto my legs, and I bent over to continue the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as we continued kissing. I let my hand caress gently along her waist.

I felt the warmth of her skin under the dress, and gently moved it up and down, just a few inches at a time. Mandy kept one hand behind my neck, the other one running through my hair, caressing the back of my neck, and softly touching the side of my face.

I was amazed. Somebody that was a total stranger an hour ago was now kissing me with great skill. Be both began to get caught up in the kiss. As I felt her fingernails scratch along my neck, I started to move my hand up and down more and more. I was now caressing her hip, feeling the swell out from her waist, and could almost feel her pelvic bone through her hip. This girl had no meat to spare on her body, but had just enough to give those curves a fully fleshed feeling. And as I ran my hand slightly higher up her side each time, I could feel her breathing deeper each time.

I was gently tracing her ribs against her side when I felt her shift slightly in my lap. Now it was obvious that I was getting a hard-on against her back. But I did not care, and she did not either. She rolled slightly towards me, and I moved from her lips to kissing the side of her neck.

Mandy moaned softly, as I kissed back along her jaw line, reaching her ear and gently nibbling on it. Her hands moved down to gently scratch my back, and I continued my kissing and gentle bites.

At the same time, I started to caress her side with my thumb. And I resumed my hands slow movement up and down her side, each time moving up slightly higher. I was not thinking as much of trying to cop a feel, as much as giving her a chance to stop me if I went to far.

But 10 minutes later, we were still kissing, and my thumb was now gently caressing the side of her soft breast. And her breathing had moved to almost quiet moans. This girl had a VERY sensitive neck! Mandy had moved almost on her side now, her face buried against my belly, and almost kissing me through my shirt. I was moving from her throat back to her neck, then kissing along her shoulder not covered by her dress, then back to her ear again.

I slowly moved my hand forward, waiting for her to pull it away. But if anything, she pressed herself tighter against my hand as it cupped her breast.

Oh my, but what breasts she had! It fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, and I could feel her nipple, hard through her bra, pressing into the palm of my hand. I moved back to her lips, kissing her deeply as I massaged and caressed her breast. With gentle massaging motions of my fingers, I could feel her moans into my mouth, her nipple seeming to grow even harder against my palm.

I slowly moved my hand across her chest, feeling her bra gently with my fingertips. I felt my breath catch as I felt the front clasp of her bra. I pulled the material together in the front, twisting it so that it would come open in my hand. I could feel her take a deeper breath as it came free in my hand.

I moved my hand slowly back to her breast, this time under the cup of her bra. I could feel her nipple against my palm now, very large and very hard. It felt so very big for such a small breast, on such a small girl. I could only compare it her own finger.

While Mandy had small hands, her nipple felt to be about the same size as the first part of her pinky. Very large around, and very long. I moved my hand down slowly, as our tongues dueled in our mouths.

I caressed her areola with my fingertips, tracing a circle around her distended nipple. I could feel the smooth skin around it, and even how it was crinkling up with excitement. I had only felt that when the gal I was with was VERY excited, so I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I continued to caress and play with her nipple, and felt her hand moving to the crotch of my jeans. I was glad now that I had decided to wear loose jeans, because it let her actually get a grip on my cock through the material.

I am not sure how long we were like that. It may have been 10 minutes, it may have been 2 hours. Time seemed to both stand still, and race by. I switched hands and breasts, letting my left hand rest under her neck and reach down the front of her dress, starting to caress her other breast as she rolled onto her back, arms going around my neck again.

As I moved to kiss her neck again, my hand started to caress her belly, moving slowly downward. I could feel how smooth and flat it was, actually making a small cave as I moved down. I found her navel, and played with it through the fabric of her dress.


Mandy moaned softly "I am not like this, but it feels so good, and so right, I don't want to stop."

I whispered softly into her ear that it was unusual for me also, but if she wanted me to stop, I would. "No" was all she said, and started to gently bite my ear at the same time my fingers started to caress her panties through her dress.

Mandy's right leg bent up at the knee, pressing it against the back of the loveseat. As she did this, her left leg slid off of the seat as she set it on the ground. This was a silent request, and I wasted no time thinking about it. I kissed her deeper, slid my hand up her thigh, slowly feeling the soft smoothness that spoke of her shaving very recently. I waited for her to protest, ready to stop as soon as she let it be known I had moved up far enough. However, that soft "no" and restraining hand never came, not even when I reached the apex of her thighs and started to caress her through her panties.

We shared a low moan, each of us moaning into the mouth of the other. Her panties were silk, and she felt very... humid was the only way I can use to describe it. Hot, wet, and the desire was obvious as her hips rotated back, making her mound even more prominent. It took all the willpower I had not to just dig in and touch her everywhere.

It had been a long time since I had been this intimate with anybody. And while I wanted to do nothing more then toss her onto the grass behind us and fuck her silly, I also felt a kind of special attachment already. I knew even more as I gently slid my hand up to the top of her panties, and slipped it down under them.

I moaned deeply as she did, sucking on each other's tongue as I slipped my fingers through her pubic hair. A small neat patch it felt like. I slowly caressed downwards, until I felt the very top of her cleft.


Mandy



Mandy looked at Jack's profile. His jaw swept gently from his skull. The goatee seemed somewhat out of place, but not quite enough to be distracting. It fit... in its own way. Just like everything else. Even the smallish oval glasses seemed to fit... but only just.

"You're a very plain looking guy, Jack."

"Uh... thanks, Mandy. I guess."

"No. What I mean is.. You seem so at ease with... everything. Like nothing gets to you."

"Not true. I've got a drekload of skeletons and baggage. I just hide it better than most."

"Bull. You don't hide it at all. You deal. Somehow you always come out on top."

"Not always, Mandy. Sometimes I lose. Big."

Mandy lowered her head. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Everyone in school just assumes they know me. You're the first to actually ask me straight up, Mandy."

She chuckled softly. "That's me. Always open mouth, insert foot."

"Not a bad quality if you can learn to monitor your thoughts and speak only what you mean to say. Sorry... my dad's eccentric ways creep inside me every now and again."

"That's OK. I.... like it. It fits you."

She turned her eyes towards him. Jack's eyes were facing forward, but she knew they saw nothing. Or they saw something she could not see. Normally overly curious, the plump redhead decided to give him his apparent solitude.

"What about you, Mandy? It's well known that you're over here being tutored by someone two years younger."

"Well... I wasn't concerned about that. Mostly because you were black."

"Really?" he asked mirthfully. "Ah. Black men like black women and all that drek. Chip truth, Mandy: I tend not to date black women. Not that I've EVER had a date but..."

"What? You've never had a date?"

"Nope. Not because of my parents. Well... not my mom at any rate and... OK. Let's begin at the beginning. Have you ever heard of the Street Samurai?"

"NO..."

"It's a character class in a role playing game my father loves with a passion. When he was about thirty he went through some serious emotional drek. I still don't know the whole story, but it really shook him. He made it out by reading Hagakure. It's supposed to be a kinda guidebook for being a true samurai. But dad's black. NO Japanese blood in the family that he knows of. But he felt that Honor still existed. So he went looking for it. Net result: The Way of the Street Samurai."

"Hey... I've heard of that before. My idiot brother said something about it..."

"Indeed. Well... dad's philosophy kinda stuck with me. I've read the original copy. Not entirely dull, but too valuable as far as knowledge and wisdom go. He wants me to date, but hasn't pushed me to do it. Mom's pushing. Probably because she's afraid I'm gay or bi-curious."

"Uh...."

"None of the above, Mandy. The female form is too pleasing to my eyes. And other parts of me."

"I though you were... oh... your hands."

"And legs. Chest. Arms. Just how many times do you think some blonde ditzoid has brushed her body by me... like she was teasing me."

"And you took advantage of it."

"Like any other male. Shallow, but quite satisfying. Especially once you get to know how they think. Then it becomes easy... and a fun game to pass the time.

"And don't tell me you haven't done the same thing."

"I haven't; most guys stay away from the fat girls like me."

"Fat? Where?"

Mandy glared at Jack, only to find a very honest look on his face. Jack was confused.

"You're being nice."

"Maybe, but I don't see any fat on you."

"Take a good look at all of the rolls, Jack. I'm in desperate need of a diet that works."

She saw him close his eyes. Then his face... vibrated is the only fitting description... through the most complex series of emotions possibly. Eventually, the face was still. Not calm... just still. And she knew why, even though she didn't believe what her gut and heart were both echoing.

"What do you see, Jack? Honestly."

"Honestly?"

"Yes."

"You won't like it."

"Try me."

"I think you're cute. Not beautiful. Not ugly. Cute. Cute for no good reason cute. And that's secondary to your personality. I see so much when I look at you. A depth of character that I like and want to get to know better." He chuckled slightly before continuing. "It's like my dad says. A woman who is cute is ever the most dangerous person. And the very ones we... the men in our family... are attracted to."

"Dangerous? Me? How so?"

"Because when you give your heart, you give everything. As a guy, it's almost easy to, as the saying goes, break her off good. But good sex alone makes for a lousy relationship. Hell... it won't even be a solid foundation for hate. Give me a good, solid friendship over a lay any day of any month.

"Which means, in a nutshell, if I had the chance of sleeping with you I would... provided I don't loose what friendship, if any, we already have. It does not mean I won't stop thinking about you... or your body. It means I will NOT make the first move... unless it becomes blatantly apparent I'd better."

"You think I'm cute?" He nodded.

"And you have..."

"I've tossed off to your mental image quite a few times. Nothing unusual in that. Just how many nerds do you think have lost a load in a sock thinking about Angelica and her crew?"

Mandy laughed. The blonde head cheerleader and her group of flunkies were the most beautiful females in school. And it showed in every arrogant move they made.

"Point made, Jack," she chuckled. "And... Thanks for thinking about me. I guess." They laughed. Mandy felt more conformable talking to the enigmatic black youth. And, much to her own surprise, found the thought that someone found her attractive enough to fantasize about... erotic.

"Ready for more studying? No rest for the wicked, Mandy."

"I guess."

* * * *

"Ronin..."

"Hmmm? What did you say, Mandy?"

"Oh... nothing. Just..."

Kumiko glanced at the small print book her friend held. It was familiar... then she caught the memory. Hagakure.

"Odd book for you to be reading, Mandy. Spending too much time with Jack." When her friend didn't reply Kumiko sat back and stared at her friend. Something had happened. Mandy was... different. She seemed more alive, even in her motionless state of study.

"What is a ronin, Kumiko?"

"Huh? It's a samurai that does not have a master. Why do you ask?"

She watched as Mandy's head turned slowly. Then came a presence she'd only felt once... when she was presented to her grandfather in Japan. Strong. Caring. Powerful. Honor in flesh. She turned towards the direction this... sensation... seemed to come from... and found Jack standing in front of both of them. Complete with that annoying black duster.

"Hoi, Mandy! Figured I'd find you here. What's the data on that test?"

"No clue. Just got back, but I felt confident. Thanks for helping me out."

"Null sheen, chica. Anytime. Greetings, Kumiko."

"Hi, Jack," she said. Her eyes could not leave him. The sensation DID come from him. But... he was gaijin. She watched as he left, his black boots making just enough noise to let someone know he was there. But she hadn't heard him approach. Just... felt it.

"See ya later, Ronin," Mandy breathed.

"You... like him. Don't you." Mandy did not reply.

"Be careful, Mandy. Something's not right about him."

"I know." Kumiko could see the smile on her friend's face... even though she was looking at the top of her red hair.

Which was in a new style. A very attractive style.

* * * *

Friday night. Everyone else was out at Miami's. Probably getting drunk or stoned. The ravers would take over Saturday night. Mandy slid the last of her notebooks into her azure plastic backpack and headed downstairs.

"Mandy?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Your father and I are going away for the weekend. I know it's unexpected, but your father's job... well, I don't understand it. We'll be back on Tuesday. We've arranged it with Jack's parents if you want to stay there."

"Uh... Ok." Something didn't add up. She was old enough to stay by herself and had done so several times. Never a problem. Now they wanted her to stay with a single black guy? It didn't add up.

She arrived at Jack's house, her mind turning over the sudden events quickly. The obvious thought was quickly dismissed... until she saw Jack. His face was warm, but not open. He was keeping something back... but not from her. He allowed her to see that something was wrong. She knew it. Once in the solitude of his room he spoke... his voice deep and deadly.

"This doesn't feel right. Did your parents suddenly decide to pull a fade this weekend?"

"Yeah. And mom gave me a lame excuse. Something about dad's job. And she wasn't even clear on that."

"Makes sense," he muttered to himself. His eyes darted to the floor then began moving in rapid yet precise movements. He was putting pieces of a puzzle together... at a speed she could only imagine.

"OK. Here's how I read it. Somehow your parents got wind that you and I were becoming friends. Either something did come up and they're just seeing what happens, or it's a methodical plot involving both sets of parents. Which means something... When did you do your hair?"

"My hair?" The night after we had that talk, she thought. "But..."

"Remember... your mother spoke to you. She probably saw it first and made an assumption."

"But my dad's way too protective of me."

"Indeed. So why the change. I smell my father's hand in this." The words were angry, but they sounded... playful.

"Spill it, Jack. What's going on in that head on your shoulders."

"Let's go see, shall we?"

* * * *

"He's expecting you. Go to the Den of Thieves, son."

Jack froze. The Den was his father's personal sanctum. Separate power supply. Computers. Air filtration (what else is a kid supposed to do when there's a secret room he can't get inside of BUT explore the outside?). Jack had only seen his mother enter three times, and even then she looked like prey entering a pit of hungry predators.

He led Mandy into the basement and to the solid black door which marked his father's sanctum. The door slid open slowly... and a thick cloud of weed smoke slammed into them both.

"Come inside quickly. I'm hotboxin'." Jack and Mandy obeyed.

"Now before we begin, let me say this. Mandy? Your father knows I smoke weed. He's been in here a few times. And yes I had a hand in this. And it's not so you two can bang like rabbits. Son... I've always told you to be careful when making friends with girls. It's about time you understand why. That said... go upstairs and play nice."

* * * *

"Definitely weird, Jack."

"Yep. That's dad, the sly fox."

"Did I miss something?"

"We both did. Let's go to my room."

Once there, Mandy watched as Jack pulled his computer case off. He seemed to know exactly where to go... and what he would find.

"What's up?" He held up a small black case, smiling like someone who got the joke.

"This. In one of dad's stories he wrote about a guy who never went anywhere without his Survival Pack. Had everything he needed for a night out on the town." He reached inside and pulled out an array... twisted... of items.

"Condoms and lube. No brainer. Cab numbers. Same. A watch? Spare wallet with... real and bogus ID cards. Nice touch, Old Wolf. Stun gun. Pepper spray. All of the tools any well heeled scuzwad would use."

"But that's not you."

"Could be... if I break your heart. Cold reminder. Friendship is everything." He looked at her, his face open truly.

Mandy knew his father's little puzzle was truth. Here was a guy who only wanted her to do her best. Be herself. He would indeed be at her side no matter what. But... and this was the painful part... sex could ruin it. Might also make it stronger, but odds favored the bad. Jack would not hurt her. Could not hurt her. They were friends. More... but not quite lovers. She knew she did not love him... only cared deeply for him.

But what about sex? If she did lose her virginity to someone, wouldn't it be best to give it to someone who would appreciate it? Right now, that was Jack. Right now. What about later? Her mind swirled, and then one thought came into clear, calming focus. A samurai makes a decision within seven breaths.

"Breathe deep, Mandy," he whispered.

She did not question how he knew. He was her friend. More... but no word sprang to mind. IF it happened it would be at HER choosing. And she chose him, no matter when the moment came. She smiled at him.

"Let's hit the books, Ronin. Then... we'll talk."

fin



Mandy



Mandy was nineteen and worked in local fast food restaurant. Having recently graduated from high school, she now attended the local junior college. Mandy was of average height for her age. She had blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a slim figure. High school had been great fun because Mandy had been a cheerleader all four years, Boys noticed her, and she was often asked out on dates. She had had a boyfriend in high school, but that was now over because he had gone away to college and met someone else.

It was getting on toward midnight and it was time to close the restaurant. It was about this time that Dave, a guy she knew from around town, walked into the store.

"Hi Mandy," Dave said. "You're still here."

"Yeah, I'm closing tonight," she replied.

"What time you gonna be done?"

"Any time now," she said placing her Coke on the counter.

"Wanna go out and have some fun?" Dave asked her. "Tomorrow's Saturday and you probably don't have to get up early."

"I dunno. I should go home and work on some of my homework. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, some of the kids are getting together at Jeff's house. His parents are on vacation."

"I'll think about it. I should go home and change clothes first, if I go." Mandy's "work uniform" was a black mini-skirt and pull-over white sweater with the company logo printed on the sweater.

"Aww, it don't matter," Dave said. "They'll be wearin' all kinds of stuff."

Mandy continued her clean-up and thought about going to the party.

"What's going to be happening there?" she asked.

"Jes some drinking and movie watchin' I guess," David replied watching Mandy's ass move as she wiped down some tables. Boy I hope she goes, he thought with his cock twitching in his pants. I'd like to get a piece of that. 

"Can I count you in, Mandy?"

"Yeah, I guess I can come for awhile. I'll drive my car and follow you."

"OK," Dave replied, secretly delighted at his victory.

* * *

Mandy followed Dave and they drove to a new subdivision on the edge of town. David parked on the street and Mandy pulled in behind him. The double-wide driveway was already filled with cars. As they approached the front door, they could hear music and people laughing and talking. Dave pushed open the door and they went inside. It was rather dark and Mandy had trouble seeing who was there. She thought she recognized some of her friends, but wasn't sure.

"Hi Mandy, glad you could make it." A guy thrust a drink toward her and introduced himself as Ted.

"Oh hi Ted, she replied, recognizing him as a customer from the restaurant and also as a guy she had gone to school with.

"You know Anna," Ted said. "You were both cheerleaders." Anna, the girl with Ted seemed to be rather intoxicated, and her clothing was in disarray.

"C'mon Mandy," Anna said. "Lemme introduce you around."

As she followed Anna around the room, Mandy began to feel uneasy. She met quite a few people that she knew and some that she didn't know. It seemed to Mandy that they were all involved in some kind of kissing or sexual activity. This is not what she had expected and it made her uncomfortable. She was thinking about leaving when Dave caught up with her.

"Met everyone?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mandy replied.

"What's the matter? You seem kinda down."

"I guess this isn't my thing. I thought you said movies and drinking. This seems like a lot more."

"Well, ya I guess," he replied. "It's one of those things that has kinda evolved from above the line to below the line, if you get my drift," he said with a smile. "I think it started out with flicks and drinks, but you know how people are when they get the chance to make out Booze kinda loosens the old inhibitions. C'mon, let's grab a corner and see what comes up," he said leering at her.

"I don't know David. Maybe I should leave." Just then one of the boys walked past her naked with his cock sticking straight out. He was headed toward a group of people on the sofa. Most were naked, or almost so. Mandy felt a little tingle of desire between her legs at seeing the erect cock. "Well, maybe I could stay for awhile," she told David.

"Good," he said. Let's get another beer and find ourselves a place in the group."

* * *

As her second drink began to hit her, Mandy started to feel more like having some fun with the group. She and Dave settled on the floor near two girls who were kissing and exploring each other's body. The were undressed to their panties and bras. It seemed to Mandy that they were really enjoying one another. Suddenly she felt Dave's hand under her top as he rubbed her stomach and moved upward toward her tits. She leaned back and thought about how good it felt. Dave had a huge bulge in his jeans and she put her hand on it and squeezed.

Unknown to Mandy and most of the girls, the boys had been putting a little something extra in the drinks. Not enough to be dangerous, but just enough to help the liquor along.

"Aww," David groaned. "Take it out and rub it for me, please Mandy."

She unzipped his pants and reached into his underwear to release his shaft. Although Mandy had never seen a cock in real life she had seen pictures. She liked what she now saw. It really turned her on. By this time her top was around her neck and her tits were fully exposed because Dave had removed her bra. He rubbed her tits, and pinched her nipples, and then began to suck on them. Wow did that turn her on! She could feel herself becoming very wet between her legs and her nipples were becoming very hard.

The two girls next to them were naked by now and were licking each other's clit. When they stopped for a bit they noticed Mandy and Dave near them, so they moved over and began to also fondle Mandy. They introduced themselves as Kathy and Jennifer.

Mandy began to feel her skirt being pulled down and discovered that Kathy was tugging at the lower edge. Jennifer put her hand inside Mandy's panties and began to massage her clit. Finally Mandy's skirt was off and then they pulled off her panties.

Mandy had a nice pussy and she kept it shaved and trimmed with just a bit of hair above the slit. The girl's hands and tongues felt so good she spread her legs so they could get better access to her clit and vagina. In the meantime she also kept rubbing and jacking on David's cock. He was moaning and continuing to lick her nipples.

Jennifer produced a small dildo which she inserted in Mandy's vagina and began to move back and forth. Kathy used a small vibrator on Mandy's clit. 

Suddenly Mandy felt intense pleasure around her pussy and she began to spasm and shake uncontrollably. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Nothing she could do to herself while masturbating even came close.

David's cock was oozing pre-cum and he was moaning for release. Mandy jacked faster on his cock as Jennifer pushed her aside and put her mouth on his dick. Mandy began to kiss him and Kathy licked his nipples. As he moaned louder, Jennifer straddled him a put his cock into her pussy. Up and down she went while Mandy continued to kiss him and Kathy rubbed his balls.

Suddenly Jennifer jumped off and she and Kathy began to lick his hard shaft. It didn't take long and David shot a huge load of cum all over the four of them. The girls continued to gently rub his cock and balls and more cum oozed out.

Exhausted, Mandy and David fell into each other's arms. Kathy and Jennifer then got each other off, and they too relaxed on the floor savoring the feelings.

Sometime later they got dressed, said goodbye to the others and went out for breakfast.

"Good sex makes me hungry," David said. The others agreed and talked about another time when they could get together as a foursome or at another party. Mandy was hooked.



Mandy



Mandy Stevenson hated the gym, not the gym itself just the agony of having to perform the grueling regimen day after day, week after week, consuming what seemed like all of her free time. A hectic schedule as a sales representative for a cosmetic company, deadlines, sales quotas, and the pressures of family life weighed heavily on her, so heavily that she had begun to skip workouts from time to time, and didn't feel guilty about it at all. Today was just such a day; but to her credit she steeled her nerve and made her way to the dressing room, changed into her workout clothes and started warming up before the aerobics class began. Mandy worked out five times a week; every other day was an aerobic day, in between were weight lifting days devoted to certain trouble spots of her body. Being thirty five years old meant staving off gravity and enhancing her already good genes, but it was hard work. 

Mandy was married to John Stevenson, an attorney for a small law firm. They were quite happy and seldom disagreed on anything important. John understood Mandy's drive to maintain her attractive looks and supported her in her professional career. Both maintained long office hours and worked at least part of the weekends if not most of them. This arduous lifestyle suited them fine; most of their friends were also business associates, and they had no children to distract them from their work. Over the years, as they delved into their careers more and more, home life and most especially sex was relegated to pedestrian status: Routine only on holidays and the odd long weekend. This is what brings us to Mandy's current predicament. 

As she finished her stretching and joined the other tortured souls forming up for class, she caught sight through the large glass window of the exercise room of a young man, twenty-something, working on a weight machine in the adjacent weight room. Her class began and she realized she had been staring and missed the opening steps; hurrying she joined in the movements, hoping that no one had noticed her distraction. As the class went on Mandy's eyes followed the young man from machine to machine, barely conscious of her intention to do so, but intent just the same. When the aerobics class began to warm down, and Mandy had an unobstructed view of the young man, she marveled quietly to herself that his lean muscular frame was nearly perfect in proportion. 

He was working on the trap-pull-down exercises that made each muscle in his back flex and roll as his arms were pulled to his side then extend back above his head. She stood transfixed as he repeated the exercise, and each time she would flush with the warmth of exhilaration, as her eyes followed the beads of sweat as they traced their way downward, searching a trail down each perfectly defined crevice in his back, disappearing in shadow of his lower torso that stood in stark contrast to the bulging knots of flesh above. A primal urge erupted as Mandy felt a bead of sweat on her abdomen run inexorably along her pubic hair and across her clitoris sending a shockwave of intense sensation through her as though she were electrocuted. Mandy broke from her trance and hurried to the dressing room, changed and left the gym forcing herself not to look back for the young man. 

Arriving home after eight had been usual for an aerobic night, John seldom came home before ten o'clock himself. Mandy ran a bath, grabbed her sales brochures and settled back to soak and read, but she couldn't concentrate and soon found her thoughts returning to the young man's image as she gently placed a finger to the soft folds between her legs and gingerly tried to persuade the clitoris to repeat the sensation she had experienced in the gym earlier. But try as she might, her manual stimulation failed to excite the requisite response. Disappointed, she finished her bath and completed her evening grooming routine. 

With so little time to spare Mandy often did her laundry as time allowed and started a small load, while she nursed a small glass of wine. She was wandering through the hallway when she heard the spin cycle start and a devious thought ran through her mind, she recalled as a girl how she had sat on her mother's washing machine imagining what an orgasm with a boy was like as the machine vibrated her into ecstasy. She turned and went back to the wash room, pressed her mound to the corner of the rapidly vibrating machine and strained to remember the young man once again. In seconds her brow was beaded with sweat her pulse was racing and the vibrations were producing the desired stimulation, her mind grasped at the image of her young man, her hands following the beads of sweat as they mingled with his muscular frame, she was reaching for the bulge she imagined was there in his shorts, her climax was close, he was calling her name 

"Mandy…Mandy," 

"Yes," she moaned under her breath. Then again, 

"Mandy, where are you?" 

Mandy froze. The voice she had heard was John's, not her imagination, "Yes…I'm in the wash room." She called out, quickly trying to compose herself, her heart betraying her effort as it pounded out its staccato pulse in her breast. Her face was flush with the excitement and the embarrassment of having come so close to being caught masturbating. But for her chagrin, John was none the wiser and just began his shower, and readied for bed. 

Mandy lay still upon the bed awaiting her husband, one recurring thought obsessing her unrequited mind; her young man's image delivering her an orgasm, the orgasm she desperately needed now, 'god was John going to take all night' she wondered. And then he was there, unaware of her agitated state of arousal. He slid between the sheets, reached for the light beside the bed, flicked the switch off, and darkness consumed them. 

As lust fires roared through Mandy, melting her muscles, she reached for John's pajamas. A curling line of fine light brown hair arrowed down from his navel and began to spread just as it was covered by the elastic of his pajama bottoms. Gripping the waist band between her thumb and forefinger, Mandy ran it down over the bulge of his cock which lay flaccid, nestled between his thighs.

"Hey, what's the idea, I have to work early tomorrow?" John complained. Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his pajamas down around his calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the pants. Right in front of her face was his powerful cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had swathed around the shaft giving it a gift wrapped appearance. 

As she knelt at his feet, Mandy looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery, delicate fingers she stroked the now rapidly stiffening tower of his prick. The cords of muscle in John's throat stood out with the strain as he combed his fingers through Mandy's curling hair.

Deliberately taunting John, Mandy tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid, sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.

The first Mandy saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She pulled the top of his pajamas that still obscured his man-meat, exposing more and more of his cock, the white pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the groove curved upward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core. And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls of his pubic hair.

The shaft of John's cock rose steadily, until it was aimed straight at Mandy's face. Without flinching away from it, she exposed his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.

Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she fondled the rock-hard tower, feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it greedily. Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, as if ready to fuck her in the belly button.

John reached around her arms and fingers as she fondled his erection. Mandy had to let go of John's cock when he moved between her tanned, sleek legs. Then he slid his hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of her pussy.

Mandy sucked in her breath involuntarily as John's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris. She sprawled backwards on the rumpled covers of the bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as she lay on her back.

And she had feasted her eyes on John's stocky, powerful frame. As he had moved over her his cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall. 

Then he had been on her and into her warm, receptive vagina, and that wayward vision of her nameless young man had flashed through Mandy's mind. Why here and now did she have to see that? Why here and now, with John's cock sunk in her streaming vagina did she have to fight down memories of her imagined lover's face, of his tall, muscular body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling brown bush and the jutting cock that she had only imagined.

Then John's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Mandy's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. John pistoned his cock in her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against her tender skin. Lust raged through her.

John thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Mandy had frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponsive under him as the hot folds of her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his attention was concentrated on the feel of her firm body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her clinging, slick, wet folds. 

Pushing up, he watched her features. They still harbored a trace of her work-out-flushed appearance, and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each other's bodies.

Mandy's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words were streaming from her lips as she urged John on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so fuck me, you horny bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."

John saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts. The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking themselves to pump hot semen into Mandy's hole.

"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cumming," Mandy rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer lust as fire seared through her young body. And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the face of her imaginary lover, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.

John was beyond caring what the woman under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk. Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts, his muscles straining against hers as he fought to skewer her completely on his prick.

The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, and then they both relaxed simultaneously. Mandy was pinned like a bug under John's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender thighs.

A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Mandy's forehead as she nestled her chin on John's shoulder and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths, leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.

"What brought that on, honey?" John implored.

Mandy rolled over facing away from him and said "I love you John, Good night."

***

The following day was a hellish nightmare for Mandy; she was exhausted from the sexual exertion of the night before and was trying desperately to accomplish her daily duties. As time for her workout neared she found herself looking forward, expectantly, to going to the gym. She arrived early, and changed clothes, and began her warm up routine. As this was a weight lifting night her warm up was done with light weights in the weight room. She was casually going through the sets when he came in. She had been watching for him and now was thrilled to see him finally arrive. 

He moved gracefully to a machine on the opposite side of the room from where Mandy was working. She had to peer over and around other machines and people to keep him in view. She managed to bump into several people attempting to watch him, annoying them to no end. As her own work out came to and end she took an open machine directly in front of the leg extension machine he was working on. He had just started this set of exercises and Mandy was entranced with the smooth, even movements as he effortlessly moved the weight with his legs. 

And then, as if by accident she saw the bulge perched upon the crotch of his shorts, as they stretched across his thighs, straining from the force as the thick muscles pressed together, forcing everything between them upward into a lewd perch atop his lap. She felt flush instantly, and swooned from the graphic display of his manhood, fainting for a moment she caught herself before she fell, but not before she released the weight she was pretending to lift, it clanged loudly against the machine, a resounding report echoed off the walls announcing to all that she had lost control. Everyone stopped to look at her, but her uncomfortable glance was for her young man, he smiled a knowing smile and her heart fluttered, she ran to the dressing room, gathered her things and departed as rapidly as she could. 

Waiting for John to come home was pure agony. Time dragged on anxiously for Mandy. What was John to think of her? What was she to do if not with her husband? She couldn't cheat, or had she already cheated? These thoughts ran through her mind incessantly as she tried to understand the effect the young man had had on her. She did so adore him. But she hadn't acted on any impulse to approach him. She had committed an act of voyeuristic infidelity, but was that wrong; just looking, watching him? Mandy began to cry, and was sullen when, at last, John came home. He hadn't quite made it into the foyer when Mandy was upon him. 

"Mandy," He exclaimed, "I've had an impossible day today. Can we hold off the sex until the weekend?"

Kneeling humbly in front of her husband, Mandy helped him out of his shoes and socks, then hauled his pants and underpants off. That done, she sat back on her heels, her gaze fastening again on his erect prick as it bobbed in front of her face. She knew he was staring down at her and sat with her back very straight to make her breasts, with their pert pink caps, stand out proudly. She knew he was looking between her sleek thighs at the dark mass of her pubic hair.

Slowly and tantalizingly, she spread her legs to let him see a little more of the secret, exciting dark bush. With her arms at her sides, she posed deliberately for him for a long exciting time. His cock swelled and pulsed with desire for her in visible confirmation of her power over him.

Then she broke the pose to reach forward and place her hands on his hairy thighs. She ran her hands upward, directly toward the goal of her desire. Her thumbs dipped between his legs, slipped between his scrotum and the insides of his thighs to dandle and massage his balls in their dark sac, then press inward and upward against the base of his cock.

She gripped the foundation of his powerful erection, steadying the towering pole bobbing in front of her face. She lifted it as she leaned to ward him. Spearing her tongue out, she tasted the hot metallic juice oozing from the slit of his hard prick. She licked at the rounded knob, bathed it with her tongue. Then she licked the shaft, moving slowly downward toward the base along the underside of the warm, rock-hard rod.

Lapping happily she bathed his entire cock with her tongue as if it were a popsicle. When the entire length of his phallus gleamed with her saliva, she took the head between her lips. Sucking eagerly, she spitted her head on his power-laden cock as tangible proof of her limitless devotion to him. She felt his hands on her head, relished the sensation of his fingers tangling in her thick, dark hair as she sucked his cock.

But this wasn't the way it was going to be, not this time. She wasn't going to take her husband's load of steaming, thick semen in her stomach; she was going to have it poured into her vagina. Spitting his cock out, she drew back and struggled to her feet, drug him to the bedroom. Deliberately, slowly, her legs shaking with lust, she backed away from him toward the bed. She lay back on the mattress, her legs spread, and her knees bent, giving him an unhindered view of her gleaming slit. Sliding her hands up her sleek, tan torso, she tormented her own pale breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.

From halfway across the room she could see the hot gleam of lust in her husband's eyes. She relished the twitching cords of muscle that stood out in his throat as he resisted the urge to pounce on her. She licked her lips with excitement at the sight of still another ready drop of lubricant oozing from his cock.

Fire was lashing through John's body as he stood in the center of the room staring at his wife. He felt twenty feet tall as he towered over her, his eyes feasting on her nude voluptuous beauty. Her body was a picture of wanton lust, painted in shades of tan and white and pink and dark brown. She was spread on the squalid mattress like a sacrifice on an altar. His cock felt ready to explode as he admired the graceful curves and hollows of his wife.

"God, you are gorgeous," he whispered hungrily.

"Come," she ordered softly. She slid one hand down her belly, combed her fingers into her dark hairy vee, pressed one finger into the top of her slit, and then pried her hairy labia open to expose her hot, shining, pink inner recesses. "Come."




Mandy



John tottered across the room toward her and fell to his knees between her gaping thighs. He pressed his hands against her legs at her knees, then leaned forward and slid his fingers up along her hot flesh. Her body writhed at his touch, the muscles of her firm belly convulsing visibly. He slid his thumbs up into the twisting, wiry mass at her crotch. He pressed his thumbs against the soft, yielding lips of her vagina, and then spread them open. 

She sank her fingers into the mattress at her sides. The pearly bud of her clitoris gleamed in the harsh light.

Delicately, John tweaked that gleaming protrusion with one thumb. With his other he plumbed the opening of his wife's vagina. Her juices formed a hot, sticky coating on his fingers as he explored the pink, shining folds of her pussy.

Mandy writhed ecstatically under her husband's intimate caresses. Fire blazed through her as he investigated her most intimate opening. The pressure of his thumb rasping over her clitoris made her whimper senselessly. The feeling of his other thumb stretching the folds of her vagina as he plumbed her dark hole made her spread her thighs even more widely.

Hot breath touched her tissues, drying her excited flow of juices into a flaming cold paste. God, he was going to do it! His tongue touched her clitoris and her hips jerked in mindless response. Her body bounced and writhed on the mattress as her husband fastened his mouth on her hungry crotch. His hands slid up the length of her twisting, naked, soft body to cup and fondle the soft mounds of her breasts. She imagined her young man there, as she had imagined him over and over in her mind unremittingly.


She whimpered hungrily when his mouth left her crotch. His hard, hot body slid upward along hers. With his elbows braced on either side of her, he continued to mangle her breasts as he slid his chest up past her tender belly, and then up still further to grind his hands down hard on her boobs. Finally he released her breasts and slid his hands under her shoulders and hauled himself down on her. He pressed the full length of his muscular frame against hers. Their mouths met in a devouring, demanding, soaking, hungry kiss. Teeth clashed and tongues dueled as 

Mandy twined her legs with her husband's as he lay between her waiting thighs. She felt his cock nestling at the gates of her vagina and held her breath in anticipation. She felt her labia wedge open as he humped his hips. Her pelvis writhed in expectation as she felt his first delicate penetration of her inner folds. Her clitoris was being crushed between them into a patch of fire that seemed to be spreading outward through her entire body. Never retreating, he pumped his cock into his wife's sex, feeling her hot tissue enfold his shaft.

Mandy felt her vagina driven open by her husband's towering organ and wrapped her arms around his strong body. She hugged him to her, trying to engulf him with her entire being.

"Aaaahhh," she growled. "You're so biiiggg."

John responded with a wordless, gargling growl as he felt his prick being swallowed by his wife's clinging, steaming vagina. With a final drive he sank his cock full depth in her juicy hole.

"Oooohhh, baby," Mandy sighed ecstatically. She was stuffed full, glutted with his wonderful phallus. She felt gorged with cock. But the demanding itch deep in her guts that her imaginary lover was here to ravish her was undeniable evidence that the best was yet to come. 

John drew his cock out and powered it back home with a smooth movement of his hips. The feeling of her hot flesh sliding past the skin of his cock sent fire slashing through his body.

The sensation of being emptied of cock and then filled again with it wrung a mindless cry from Mandy. The impact of John's pubic arch cracking her clitoris against her pubic bone was like the jerking on the trigger of a gun.

"Aaaag-g-gain," she urged, frantically clutching his muscular buttocks, spurring him on with her fingernails in the fleshy cheeks of his ass.

John didn't need to be told. He was drawing back already, and then ramming his prick home in his wife's eager belly. He stroked his huge hard cock in the velvety glove of her vagina, feeling her flesh cling to his, feeling her folds envelop his pistoning cock. He felt the semen pooling in his groin, accumulating for the final, pulsing, powering thrust deep into her body. He fought down his orgasm, praying that he could hold back long enough to lift his wife for her own orgasm.

Mandy's gasping whisper relieved his worry on that score. The unadulterated desire for her young lover was exploding through her in an unbelievable climax.

"I'm cumming," she whispered. "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, cummiiinnnggggg."

Mandy's body arched, her heels and shoulders driving into the mattress as her pelvis lifted the mass of her husband clear in the air. As her orgasm roared through her she tried to take his entire body in through the small opening of her vagina.

The muscle-straining convulsion of Mandy's body was the final stimulus for John's lust. His body reacted explosively, his buttocks convulsing and jerking as he poured his semen into her. Wad after wad of searing cum bulleted the length of his cock and sprayed deep into his wife's vagina. His body quivered with the recoil as he filled her with his gooey sperm. His muscles tensing, he did his best to climb right inside his wife's body as he hosed her insides with his fluids.

The husband and wife on the tattered mattress strained at each other for long, quivering moments, then slowly slumped in exhaustion as their climaxes faded. In Mandy's dreams that night her lover repeated the lustful exploration of her body, she slept fitfully, the visions of her dream lover too real at times for her to sleep through.

***

Barely able to get through her aerobics class because of exhaustion, Mandy muddled through her exercises and from time to time checked on the object of her desire, doing his work out in the other room. She strained her neck around several times in an attempt to see if his bulge was visible when he seated himself in a machine. Frustrated for the most part, she caught only fleeting glimpses of him. 

As she was leaving she happened to see him leaning on a weight stack talking to a lovely young girl. She was beautiful and Mandy was instantly jealous, she was incensed that anyone could perturb her fantasy lover. She felt the rage rise in her very core this was an imposition that could not stand. Mandy moved purposefully toward them, then as if struck by lightning she caught herself, covered her mouth in shame as she gasped a little "oh" and turned so as to not be seen by either of them, and froze as the young girl said, 

"I'll see you tomorrow Tom."

"Sure thing, bye." He said returning to his work.

'Tom,' Tom was his name. It rolled around in her mind then, spellbound as she was, she mouthed the name "Tom," ever so quietly. Once again she said his name "Tom." And she left driving for home, smiling as she pronounced his name, imagining they were leaning against the weight stack together, talking, talking of love…of sex. She felt it building, slowly at first then with an increasing fury, deep in her center, she closed her eyes for a moment and the shudder of orgasm wracked her body. The convulsions surged through her and in that split second she lost control of the car, veered into the curb and only just missed another motorist, careening past, horn sounding vicious in its stark realism. Mandy gulped for air, gathered her wits and cautiously drove the remaining distance to her home. Safely at home she started shaking from the anxiety that had been suppressed from the near miss.

John came home late, apprehensions of the past two days clearly concerning him as he tread lightly into the house, showered and prepared for bed. As he climbed into the bed Mandy faced away from him, whimpering softly, he spooned up behind her asking "what was the matter?"

"Nothing, I just had a close call driving today, that's all."

"Oh you poor babe, you should be more careful."

"I'll try," she said, and went fast to sleep.

John found it difficult to sleep, Mandy's strange behavior the past two days had him concerned. Just as he began to doze off, Mandy seemed to stir from her sleep.

"Oh," she moaned softly, "Ummm."

John looked on admiringly as his lovely wife gently tossed in her sleep, her feet kneading the sheets beneath her, her legs parting and closing slowly. 

Mandy moaned again "Oh, umhumm, oh, Tom!" 

John was taken aback, who the fuck was Tom? What was going on with his wife that spurred this wonton behavior of late? Was she having an affair? It didn't make sense, she was all over him, not exactly the modus operandi of the cheating spouse. But what could explain her dreaming like this? He had to find out now; answer the questions he desperately needed to answer. 

Gently, he placed a finger in the opening of Mandy's vagina, and found it sopping wet. He teased the clitoris lightly and she seemed to respond to his touch without waking. He wanted to say something, but had no clue what to say. Again he pressed his digit into her soft folds, deeper this time, she began to writhe against the pressure. 

"Oh, yes." She gasped.

John continued his attention to her velvety folds. 

"Tom." She moaned.

Unable to resist, John answered softly, "Yes."

"Tom." More urgently this time, as she moved further down the mattress, attempting to engage more fully the penetration.

"Do you like it?" John asked her.

"Umm, I…Tom…Tom." She mewled as she was now fully rocking and thrusting her pelvis against his hand, and instantly climaxed in her sleep, unaware of the true nature of her stimulus.

***

Morning came and Mandy was refreshed. She went to work and was able to concentrate on her required tasks, 'finally' she thought. The day zipped by and soon it was time to wrap up the days accomplishments. She left for the gym and suddenly realized she hadn't thought of her dream lover all day, 'that's peculiar' she wondered how it had escaped her consciousness for the day. 'Oh well, maybe I have it out of my system', she thought, and entered the gym. As she was preparing to work her butt on the glute machine, Tom was doing low-rows directly opposite her. In this movement Tom held a bar while seated and pulled in a rowing motion as he extended his legs from a bent leg position to a fully extended one. Mandy was steadily moving the weight and watched as Tom moved, then she saw it, peering from between his thigh and his billowing shorts, his penis was hanging in the gaping space and was easily visible when he started to press backward. 

"Oh my god," she said under her breath, eyes now riveted on his crotch. Again and again his man-meat clung to the opening, gently displacing as he went through the range of motion. She found her repetitions on the machine had crept up and were now much too fast, slowing, she unconsciously inched her pelvis to the edge of the waist belt that kept her in place, and the large clasp was directly over her clitoris and provided a welcome assist during the extension of the weight. In seconds she was again driving the weight too fast, this time she didn't slow, she climaxed with her teeth clenched, veins bulging, and breath hissing through her thinly stretched lips, eyes still riveted to Tom's wriggling meat. To an onlooker it appeared as if she was working intensely, of course only she knew how intensely.

When John came home Mandy was already in bed she was completely exhausted from the full day's activities. John wondered, now, if maybe she was having an affair; her unusual sex drive earlier in the week and now the seeming absence of that drive, and what to make of Tom, her dream lover? He had more questions than answers.

John woke to Mandy thrashing on the bed, "What's wrong," he asked concerned. She didn't answer, she just moaned and arched her back, thrusting her hips upward, legs falling in a lewd manner, a scene which if it hadn't been a source of concern would have aroused John. Mandy didn't call his name, she didn't have to, John knew it was Tom not he that delivered to her in her dreams that which she seemed to need so desperately.

At work the following day John called the private detective firm that was retained by his law firm. After explaining what he knew to the lead detective, John was given a set of options, first of which was to ignore it and let it pass-no deal John said, he had to know. Second was to have her tailed and report all contacts, photos optional-God did he really distrust her so? Third was to set up a meet with a surrogate 'Tom' and see if she took the bait-bingo this was much less intrusive and if she declined then no harm/no foul. "Set it up," John said, the die was cast.

As he hung up the phone the lead detective called down the hall, "Hey, rookie, get your ass in here. I've got a job for you."

***

Mandy was tying up loose ends for the day as the phone rang, "Hello."

"High honey, just wanted to let you know I'll be late tonight, big case to prepare for tomorrow." John's voice crackled through the receiver.

"Oh, ok, call me later, bye." Mandy said almost absentmindedly.

At the gym, she was energized, she was resting much better now, and her whole fitness regimen seemed to be refocused, recommitted. As she walked into the gym she glowed with the fresh vitality that she hadn't known for years. Aerobics were a breeze, and just as the tempo of the class reached its zenith, Mandy saw Tom. He was directly in front of her as she went through the demanding chorus of movements. She dreamed her private little dream, of Tom, watching as he moved through the gym so graceful, so confident, so svelte. Just then, she caught his eye. Was he looking at her? Her heart raced, her pulse palpitated under the force of a drumming in her chest. She averted her gaze and avoided him the rest of the work out. 

Later, after finishing, but before changing clothes, he approached her and asked, "Do you have a moment to help me? I could use a stretch partner."

Mandy was speechless, "Uhh…I…"

"I guess I could find someone else, but everyone seems busy."

Gym protocol dictated that she help, her mind told her to run. "No, that's ok I'll be glad to help." She heard herself saying, as if from somewhere outside looking in.

He moved to a clear spot on the floor and spread his towel, lay on his back and indicated for her to grasp his leg as it hovered in the air. "Push slowly, I'm kind'a tight tonight."

Mandy placed one foot between his thighs and the other outside his hip, leaned her shoulder into his calf and pressed. 

He stretched the first leg, and then moved to the second, whereupon he winced in pain, "Ouch."

"Did I push too hard?" Mandy said visibly shaken.

"No, I think I'm just too tight today. Maybe I'd better stop." He said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, ok." Mandy said, almost disappointed the exercise had come to an end.

Tom jumped up and announced, "Hey, your turn."

"No, that's alright, I…"

"Nonsense, I've seen you work out. You should really stretch afterwards."

Mandy was flattered that he had noticed her, all restraint was lost, and she pivoted to the floor and gingerly began to stretch. Tom gently pressed and pulled her legs and thighs like a professional masseuse. She lost all track of time, and then, there it was again his meaty penis, close up. Very close up, Mandy was limber and as Tom reached to press her calf downward and over her head, his groin was just inches from her face. She breathed in deeply; the arousing sent of his male musk was sensuous and inviting. He caught her looking and she blushed. He smiled, but said nothing. 'God, this Adonis is driving me to such erotic thoughts,' she thought. 

A voice drug her from her revelry, "You have the most supple calves and thighs. You must work them constantly."

Mandy blushed and asked, "Is that a pick up line?"

"Would you mind if it was?"

Mandy's heart leapt, She had asked the question, but didn't expect the answer. "Uh…well…" she stuttered.

"Suppose we get out of here?"

Mandy heard that voice again that sounded like hers from far off say, "Ok."

Tom drove them to his apartment and asked her to "excuse the mess." 

Mandy smiled, and reddened a bit. He's so young, she thought, so fresh, so ready to attack life. I wish I was like that. I was once. 

He grinned, and his teeth were very young and white and square. "You're a gym rat, you're very firm and well defined, everything in balance." He looked down at her breasts. "And nothing bouncing." Mandy swooned, the hours of sweating it out in the gym had paid off.

He wore nothing but blue satin work out trunks and her eyes fell on the thick bulge, the almost invisible throb at the skimpy center. She looked back up into his eyes. And she knew. They both knew... Running his middle finger over the crispy curling strands of her pubic hair, he hissed down at her his teeth bared in an animalistic mask of lust. 

"Don't worry," he told her. "I'm going to give you the loving you deserve!" 

"Oooooooooh!" moaned Mandy. "Yeeeeeees!" His obscene words triggered still more excitement in her wildly impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to me...fuck me as hard as you can!" Her small ringed hand tightened about the shaft of his pulsing penis as she spoke, and her naked white ass-cheeks began to rotate in wanton little circles on the mattress as she felt his prodding finger swirling around and around the sensitive little bud of her clitoris. "Aaaaaaah," she cried. 

Her new lover's penis lurched violently and he knew he could not wait any longer. Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and wanton pleadings, he decided what his plan of attack would be with the woman. He wanted to shove his bursting cock up inside her tight little belly, and he wanted the salacious view of her jouncing breasts and her lust-contorted face as he did so. There was only one way to do it.

"Get on top of me!" He commanded, and before Mandy had a chance to protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up over his passion-fevered loins. 

Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was not quite sure of what to do. She stared down with wide wondering eyes, afraid he was going to do something else that would only satisfy his own needs instead of giving her the fucking she needed. Her breath came in quick labored gasps, and she only wished he would put his penis inside her aching pussy quick! It felt as though her cunt was on fire, and the spirit of licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove her to heights of wanton desire which she had never before known. 

"Like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and positioning her temptingly small cunt mouth directly above his throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile lighted his face as he noted the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam in her eyes as she stared greedily down at the size of his penis. "Is it big enough?" He asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming. "This what your hot cunt needs?" 

Mandy could hardly answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing flesh rising straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected pussy made the lustful woman almost faint with desire. But it's so big, she thought in terror. It will surely tear me apart. Suddenly her lust was forgotten in a flood of terror. "No!" She gasped. "Stop! Let go of me!" Forgotten now, in the moment of truth, were all the nights she had dreamt of doing this, with him, with Tom. But there was no stopping now. 

The panting youth was quite sure that she'd like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced within her trembling cunt. "Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered, too impatient to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's objections. 




Mandy



"No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!" Oh God in heaven, thought Mandy, he is surely going to tear me to pieces. But she was helpless against his every wish. Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again, prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her loins. 

"Please put my cock in your pussy," implored the young man who lay below her, still leering. 

Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly, her earlier passion began to return. 

Unable to wait another second, the lusting youth with the big penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or not. Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body. The young man's massive thickness was thrust inside her. His mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her stretched cunt. And then before she realized what she was doing, she began to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and pleasure, far away from reality. 

Something was so erotic, so forbidden about being fucked half to death by a stranger, away from her family, away from home. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated body. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "Yes, fuck me like that." 

Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the young man began to fuck his pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with smooth straight strokes that sank all the way to her spongy cervix. At the same time, he teased his thumb wildly at the sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris. Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Mandy's lushly parted lips, and her ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy. She felt his hand attack her vulnerable anus with savage insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed its way up into her clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to the wild fucking strokes of the youth beneath her. She felt herself floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time. Then, suddenly, the long desired climax hit her like a jackhammer. 

Unexpectedly it came over her aroused flesh and she howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system. And at precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to such heights came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen deep into her convulsing body. Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Mandy fucked wilder and harder down upon his stiff exploding penis. Orgiastic liquid poured from her convulsing body and overflowed upon the bed below them. She swallowed in the delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum. 

Early in the morning, John tip-toed quietly into the bedroom to find his wife curled up in the fetal position, sound asleep. Moving to the bed, he slid between the sheets, wondering what the detective would discover about his wife as he went to sleep.

***

A week later the phone rang in John's office, "Hello," he answered, and then listened intently to the caller. The lead detective was busy explaining to John how his best detective had determined that without a doubt, his wife was not involved with anyone in a relationship, and had rebuffed all their attempts to trip her up, case closed.

As the lead detective hung up the phone and yelled down the hall, "Hey, rookie, get your ass in here."

Sticking his head through the door the 'rookie' announces, "I gotta name boss, why don't you use it?"

"Fuck you, Tom, I like rookie better. Here's another wife gone wild case for you, see what you can find for me."

"Great." Tom replied.

As he walked back out of the office, the lead detective shook his head and muttered, "I've never seen anyone so enthusiastic about wandering wife cases."

John came home in a great mood, ready for some good sex and tender loving. Mandy couldn't figure what was up with John's attitude lately, but as long as she was able to keep up her pretenses "all's well that ends well". They quickly retired to the bedroom and dove into the sheets.

"God, you are beautiful," Mike sighed, leaning forward. His mouth found her tit and he kissed the rubbery bud of her nipple. He tugged on it with his lips. Then he ran his tongue around it, bathing it with saliva.

As Mandy let her head roll, her dark curly hair fanned out on the mattress. Lust was penetrating deep into her bones, setting her soul afire. Blindly, she reached over in the direction of John's crotch. She fumbled through the soggy, matted kinks of his pubic hair and located his semi-erect penis. Curling her fingers around it she felt a sticky slime on his warm flesh from the pre-cum fluid. As she squeezed the rubbery cylinder she felt his organ growing in her fingers. Slowly and gently she pumped her hand up and down on her husband's cock.

John was suckling happily on Mandy's breast. Opening his mouth wide, he tried to suck her entire full, firm breast into his mouth. His teeth nicked her delicate flesh. Closing his mouth, he trapped her nipple between his teeth, and then battered the resilient tip with his tongue.

Mandy's chest heaved in response to the attack. Her head rolled and she sucked in her stomach as the fires in her belly blazed higher. She pumped John's cock in her fist, and then squeezed it to test its hardness. She pressed her fingers against the underside, finding the spot of greatest sensitivity by touch alone and teasing it with one delicate fingertip. With her fingers closed around the hard penis, she stroked the sensitive pink glans, smearing a new wave of fluid over the hot flesh. The heat of John's blood pouring into his organ dried the slippery lubricant into a sticky gummy coating between her hand and his hardening staff.

Still chewing gently on the exciting soft meat of Mandy's breast, John slid one hand down to her stomach. She felt her gut suck in involuntarily from the touch. Reaching her navel, he probed the hollow with one finger, pressing into it deep and hard. Her entire body lurched under the hard probe. Digging his finger deep in her belly button, John wiggled it in her guts.

"Oooooaaaww," Mandy growled mindlessly. Her fist clenched tightly around the hard shaft of John's bludgeon-like masculine tool.

John gnawed on Mandy's breast as if he were actually trying to eat it. His jaw muscles clenched as he resisted the urge to inadvertently bite hard into her tender body. Leaving her navel behind, he slid his hand down over the soft swell of her belly. He scratched the top curls of her pubic hair. Never lifting his mouth from her tit, he blindly explored the fringes of her pubic triangle. He stroked his fingers along the lower border of her body and one thigh, then carefully skipped over her labia to the other side and dragged his fingers through the indentation upward and back to the top of the vee.

Mandy's body lurched and writhed from the delicate exploration. She wanted his hand on her sex, his fingers pressing her clitoris or driving into her channel. At the same time, she relished his restraint, relished the way he tortured her by coming so close to the heart of her sex, and yet avoiding it.

She smeared another wave of his thick juices over his cock, massaging them into a paste between her hand and his hot prick. When she remembered how good Tom's cock had tasted, saliva flooded her mouth. He was still chewing on her breast, making it feel bruised and abused and adored all at the same time. That one breast was so engorged with excited blood that she felt lopsided.

Then he lifted his head, leaned over and transferred his attention to her other breast and the blood streamed into that soft mound, her nipple hardening and jutting into his mouth. His tongue scraped over her turgid, tender, nerve-filled bud and new flames roared through her.

John pressed his hand down on Mandy's sex, crushing the curls against the warm mound. He felt her labia mash to a pulp under his fingers as he cupped her crotch warmly. Her vagina tried to suck his finger inside, but he didn't want that yet. He wanted to raise her to an even higher point before he gave her that. Cupping her sex carefully, he massaged her expertly, making his fingers wriggled rhythmically. His center two fingers threatened to plunge into her body, but he held them back. He ground his palm down on the arch of her pubic bone. He knew he was crushing her clitoris against that hard arch.

Mandy's legs spread wider, her knee dropped sideways to open the heart of her sex to her husband's exploration. She was still fondling his cock, more carefully now, so as to prevent a premature explosion. With her other hand she touched the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the thick brown curls there.

"Oh, John," she whispered softly. "Dear, dear John."

"MMMmmm," John replied, his wordless hum drumming through her body as he kept his mouth pressed to her breast. Leaning toward her, he pressed the length of his body against her side.

The feel of John's warm, strong body pressing against her gave Mandy a marvelous feeling. In response she rolled toward him slightly.

Under the harsh light, husband and wife fondled each other intimately, his hand at her crotch, her hand gripping his powerful cock. Her small hand was dwarfed by his massive tool. His hand was huge and solid-looking as it completely covered her pubic vee. His head shifted and moved as he devoured her breast.

Then, slowly and tantalizingly, one of his fingers vanished into the dark, wet opening of her sex. He drove his longest finger deep into his wife's soggy opening, sinking it out of sight in her vagina.

Mandy's head rolled and twisted as she felt her body being invaded by his finger. It was small, so much smaller than the cock she wanted, knew she was going to get. But that single finger probing the heart of her sex was wonderful, capable of things no cock could do.

John wiggled his finger deep in the hot, clinging, wet folds of Mandy's channel. He pressed his hand down on her sex hard, trying to touch bottom with the tip of his finger though he knew that was impossible. He wiggled his finger hard in that drenching socket. His other fingers were back between her buttocks and he dug them into the soft pliable flesh there and again tried to touch bottom in her vagina. Her crotch was soaked, hot, and sticky with her juices. Mandy couldn't take it any longer. She had to have more in her. Just a finger probing her vagina wasn't enough. She rolled toward her husband without releasing his cock. Forcing his head up and away from her breast, she pressed the warm, soft length of her body against his. She threw one thigh over his hips and maneuvered her hips toward his. Their hands were trapped between them as they came together. 

At last John withdrew his sticky fingers from her crotch and Mandy guided the head of his cock to her now empty opening. She squirmed her hips down on the curving point of his ready phallus before letting go of it. Then she yielded to a wanton impulse and slipped two experienced fingers into the upper end of her crevice. Finding her clitoris, she rolled it against the bone backdrop it had, while working John's prick up into her vagina.

Lying on their sides, the two lovers coupled again, John's cock sinking deep into his wife's hot, wet opening. Her hand was trapped between the sticky, wet hairy tangles of their crotches. Her fingertips worked at her clitoris, rolling and pinching that miniature penis, her knuckles digging into John's body as they moved.

John moved, driving his cock deep into Mandy's body. The feel of her hand between them as she played with herself was an incredibly erotic sensation. He didn't know if it was the knowledge of what she was doing to herself, or the feel of her knuckles digging in to his own groin that was so great. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was sunk in her and she was engulfing him and they were linked again, siamesed by his cock in her guts.

John shifted, sliding his cock almost all the way out, then driving it deep into her pussy again. His body crushed her hand against her, and still she managed to wriggle the tips of her fingers in insane stimulation of her clit.

Mandy's body was bathed in fire. She didn't know what had led her to start stimulating her own clitoris. But now that she was doing it, the sensation was magnificent. The feeling of his cock in her belly was a magical fullness. The pinching and rolling she was giving her own clitoris was better than simple intercourse could ever be. And this wasn't the simple, mindless pinching of her clit between two pubic arches; this was a sophisticated torture of her nerve-filled little button.

But it took concentration, too much concentration. Her mind was sinking into a fog of total pleasure. Finally, what she needed more than her fingers on her clit was her husband's entire cock buried full-depth in her vagina. Her hand was in the way. She wrestled it out of the trap between her and John, drove it under his side and clutched at him as she jammed her hips for ward to skewer herself more completely on his prick. John pounded his cock in Mandy's vagina, pistoning harder and harder. With her hand out from between them he was able to press his entire body tightly against hers, crushing her breasts flat against his chest.

The two lovers struggled against each other in a carnal reverse of a tug-of-war, striving to make their two bodies one. Mandy clawed at her husband's back as he rammed his masculine spear into her guts. She tried her best to get herself run through on that powerful tower.

She felt John stiffen and ram at her harder and pulled him tight against herself as he climaxed. Her own orgasm roared through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that burst over her consciousness. John poured his semen into her belly, his body convulsing with every powerful shot. Semen oozed from around his prick to form thick glue between them, sticking their warm bodies together, even as their exhausted muscles were slumping into quivering relaxation.

Mandy clung tightly to John until his prick was a withered remnant nestled between the lips of her pussy. Then she rolled onto her back and savored the feeling of cum drying on her thighs and belly. She felt her husband roll onto his back. Side by side they lay on the mattress, their eyes closed, and their chests heaving with exhaustion.

***

Later that week, while at the gym, Mandy spied Tom at his work out talking with friends. Approaching him from behind she heard him say something to the effect that he "had been screwing married women who had been the focus of adultery investigations and had a stable of 'talent' to draw on." His buddies laughed-Mandy cried as she stormed from the gym, her body wracked in agony, she was duped by a fraud. But what did he say about being investigated? Could John have distrusted her so, to have her followed? She had to find out.

John was still at work, so Mandy called Tom, "Hi, want to get together tonight?" She asked. 

"Sure. I missed you at the gym tonight."

"I was in a hurry to get home, so I left early." She lied.

"Come on over." He entreats.

"No. Let's use my place tonight."

"Uhh…Ok…I guess." Tom said, grudgingly.

Within minutes the two illicit lovers are making their way to the guest bedroom. Mandy was first to make a move she carefully bathed Tom's penis with her tongue, licking it languidly from base to tip on all sides. She had to pause and pick a wiry pubic hair off her tongue. Then she resumed her meticulous bathing of his stiff tower of flesh. The skin was warm and yielding and soft against her tongue. She could feel the ridges of distended veins just under the skin, and the rippled hard interior under them.

Tom was slumped back spineless. His hands were rhythmically squeezing the mattress. That and the film of sweat on his face were the only overt signs of his excitement. He watched as Mandy's tongue bathed his sensitive phallus, feeling like warm, wet velvet as it swept up the length of his tower. She licked the under side again and the delicate touch of her tongue there sent a shiver through him, making him wet his lips with excitement. Her dark curls brushed his bare skin, adding a sensuous tickle to the other sensations. Then Mandy closed her lips around the peak of his cock, engulfing it in her warm, wet mouth and Tom felt like it was melting. She touched just the head, rubbing it lovingly with her tongue and Tom thought it was going to burst into flame.

Mandy felt a quiver of pleasure at taking Tom's cock in her mouth, something about having a lump of living flesh between her lips, against her tongue, triggered warm sexual pleasure in her belly. She drew her head upward, letting his cock slide out through her lips. When she lowered her head again, she took a bit more of his hot staff in her mouth. She pressed her tongue against it firmly and scrubbed the velvety skin, now slick and wet with her skewer. There was a warm salty taste in her mouth and she knew she had milked some of his excited juices from his organ. Her head was filled with the smell of him.

Tom, too, had felt that burning drop ooze from his channel. His prick felt like it was being bathed in blood-warm water. There were textures and hardness's that no vagina had. There was the sensuous tickle of long curling black hair on his bare thighs, and the feel of fingers gripping the base of his prick. And there was the sight of the working mouth skewered on his towering penis.

Mandy pumped her head, taking the massive, blood-loaded organ deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was overwhelmed by his smell and his taste. Her own guts were now burning with a perverted lust, and her vagina was twitching hungrily. But she still had no desire to be screwed by Tom. That, as much as was possible, would be her husband's privilege from now on. There was nothing wrong with finding pleasure in giving Tom a thorough devoted cock sucking, though.

She reached between his thighs, under her own chest, and lifted and shifted his balls in their sack. Handling them gently, she stroked and tickled up behind them. Without losing the rhythm of bobbing of her head on his prick, she fondled his testicles and tickled the foundations of his phallus.

She was jamming his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with every bob of her head. She was glad Tom wasn't gripping her hair, urging her on. She wanted to be able to set her own pace, to avoid gagging and choking on his huge shaft.

Drawing in timed breaths through her nose, she pumped and pumped her mouth on Tom's phallus. She felt the rubbery head jamming to the back of her tongue, poking into her throat, and redoubled her efforts. Her nose was being tickled by his pubic bush at every downward drive of her head.

She felt his buttocks beginning to twitch and thrust and knew he was getting close to a climax. She increased her efforts. She was beginning to look forward to the load of hot, gooey fluid he would shoot into her mouth.

Tom was wriggling and shivering. A hot puddle of semen was accumulating at the base of his cock, gathering in the muscular pocket like a lava pool at the base of a volcano. The pressures were building and building and building. All the sensations of the blow job were melting together—the feel of her pumping mouth, the feathery touch of her hair, the tickling of her fingers around and under his balls. It was all coming together into one searing knot of pleasure.




Mandy



...." And that's why you're sacked Mandy!"

As Mr. Harrison yelled those oh so familiar words at her, Mandy began to wonder whether she was really meant to be a secretary. Her typing was lousy, her shorthand shocking, and overall, she couldn't organize an orgasm in a brothel, let alone Mr. Harrison's draws. Once again she was unemployed, and this time, her boyfriend wouldn't be able to fund her expensive tastes. Mandy angrily thought back to that episode in her life, wondering again why he couldn't forgive her for those indiscretions of hers. It was just that Alan had been so woefully poor in bed, she just couldn't bring herself to being monogamous with such a loser. So, no money, no job, and a fat credit card bill to pay off and the rent at the end of the week too. Oh dear....

As Mandy strolled down the street she wondered what she could do to alleviate her tension. As always, her mind turned to shopping, Benedicts had had a lovely little set of boots for only..... No! She stopped herself in the street, forcing herself to stop walking towards her favorite shop. She was now another world away from affording clothes like she was used to. Perhaps a drink would clear her head....

As Mandy walked into the bar, she wondered whether it was the best idea. The place reeked of stale sweat and unwashed floor tiles, and the clientele looked little well. As she nervously walked to the bar, she felt the hush gradually descend on the room, as eyes turned towards her. What the men didn't realize though, was how good it made Mandy feel to be admired, especially with the intentions of this sort of crowd. Mandy knew she was the sot of figure to draw heads, 5' 8", long legs, 36c chest and a stomach as flat as a board, coupled with an innocent schoolgirl face, surrounded by a crop of chestnut hair. She was wearing a tight black miniskirt, a sheer white shirt, and a loose gray jacket. her long legs were bare, with a pair of spike heel sandals to finish off the outfit. Mandy always knew the effect she had on men, it was just that she enjoyed it too much to really try to stop it. 

As the leers and stares of the men surrounded her, she began to think of a way to make money. If she could have this much effect on these men when she was dressed in her business suit, how would they accept her when she was naked? She knew women earned good money in strip bars, but she was sure she would make more money if she were the only stripper on show, instead of competing. She got to the bar, and ordered a double scotch. Downing it, she began to implement her plan. She stood up from the bar, and strolled over to the nearest group of men, sitting down on a vacant stool.

"hi there guys, my name's Mandy. How ya all doin'?"

They looked at each other and remained silent, wondering what she wanted, as She continued.

"I'm looking to make a bit of money here in this bar, and I couldn't help noticing the reaction I got from a few of you guys as I strolled in. Now I know most of you are thinking how great it would be to fuck me, but that ain't gonna happen, I'm a good girl don't you know, but I am in need of a little cash, so if all of you guys chip in 5 bucks, I'm willing to get up on your table and strip for you right here. Now wadya say?" 

Before she knew it, Mandy had 40 bucks in her hand. Telling the guys to hang on while she talked to the other guys in the bar, she took the money and moved on around the room. It was a good sized bar, and it took her a while to gather up the cash, but pretty soon she was clutching a fat wad of about 500 bucks. Walking back to the bar, she explained to the barman her intentions, slipping him 50 bucks for the inconvenience, and asked him to take hold of the cash for her.

Then came the big moment. Nearly all the guys in the room knew what was transpiring, and had turned their chairs to face the bar. As Mandy stood up on the bar, she looked out at about a hundred eager guys, all-waiting for a chance to see her body. 

"Well here goes...." she thought.

As the Barman turned on a slow beat, Mandy began her show. Thrusting her legs wide and leaning forward, she ran her hands over her legs and up her body, caressing herself through the fabric. She reached up, untying her hair in a savage motion, and yanking off her glasses at the same time.

Her hands went down to the buttons of her jacket, pulling them off as she thrust the jacket open, chest forward. Her enthusiasm began to take hold, the passion of the moment taking over as she threw her jacket onto the floor, the men's stares and catcalls met fiercely by her spitting eyes. Her hands yanked her blouse from the waistband of her miniskirt, every motion a savage act in itself, as her hands continued to undo the buttons of her shirt. 

She realized she was loosing control, the passion in her veins was taking over, all she wanted was to be naked in front of these men, to feel them adore her nudity, her hands began to act of their own accord, fumbling the buttons open, snagging the fabric, until with a primeval cry, she ripped the shirt wide open, half the buttons flying off as she did so. She was panting, breathing deeply as she allowed the shirt to slip from her arms and onto the bar. Her arms were stretched away from her body, her face towards the crowd challenging them. 

Their catcalls had died, in awed silence, as Mandy's hands went to the waistband of the miniskirt. She turned round on the bar, Her hands traveling to the zip at the back of the skirt, slowly ever so slowly creeping it down, never letting the skirt part or drop until it was held on only by her hand at the top of the zipper. She turned back round, waiting for the hushed gasp as she wrenched her hand away, throwing the skirt across the room, Leaving her naked except for bra and panties. Her hands began to caress her semi naked body, running over her stomach, her thighs, her hair and face, until they rested on her breasts. They began to press harder, pushing them together, up towards her face, until her hands again reached behind her, and undid the clasp. Again the garment went flying into the crowd, leaving her beautiful breasts, erect nipples thrust towards the crowd, bared to all. 

Once again she challenged the crowd with her eyes, for all the men were stunned by the body on display for them, but she knew she hadn't earned her money until she was naked. She looked down at her panties. They were a skimpy pair, with a small triangle of fabric covering her mound, and thong laces connecting at each of the corners and above the crack of her ass. They left little to the imagination, but it was still too much. She spread her legs wide, pushing her fingers under the waistband as she leant forward. her hands traveled slowly downwards, as she pulled her panties lower and lower ass high in the air, pussy on plain display as they left her crotch exposed to all eyes. As she stepped naked out of the panties, She looked up into the eyes of the crowd, as they began to cheer wildly at her naked body. 

Mandy had never felt better, or more alive, in all her life. These men had scrutinized every part of her body, and she had been met with approval. She was laughing and smiling, bowing to the crowd, displaying her body to them in as many poses as she could think of. She almost wanted to stay naked, she was so happy with her body and her surroundings, but the barman handed her her panties with a grin, and told her to get dressed. She slipped on the panties with a sigh, realizing her nudity was not to last. She looked around for her bra, only then realizing she had cast it into the crowd in her excitement. 

As she spied her bra and skirt at opposite corners of the room, she guessed her adventure was not quite over, as she would have to cross the human sea to regain her clothing. As she stepped into the crowd, she was assailed with a mass of hands and kisses as the gentlemen all took part in thanking her for her performance. Her breasts were kissed or squeezed, pinched or caressed, until they were almost sore, and her ass was slapped or pinched just as much. The upshot was that she found many more 5, 10 or 20-dollar bills stuffed into her panties. As she neared the spot where her bra was hanging, she was pulled into one happy fellow's lap, who, after kissing all her assets, insisted on putting on her bra himself. Mandy could feel his erection pressing through his jeans, and she gave him a goodbye squeeze as she left, almost sad to leave, as the size had promised much more fun than a kissing.

She continued across the room, towards her skirt, receiving many more slaps and tweaks as she traveled. Eventually retrieving her clothing, she returned to the front of the bar, where she dressed slowly and sensuously, many times having to adjust her bra, and even take it right off to make sure it was comfy, laughing to the men all the time, who appreciated her displaying her body for as long as she did. When she finally was finished, she was unable to do up the top half of her shirt, so instead of doing it up, she tied it beneath her breasts, exposing most of her bra and stomach.

All in all, Mandy had made about 600 bucks, and felt as good as hell about it. She felt alive and on edge, tingling with the aftermath of the sensation. She felt on top of the world. She also felt the need for sex, as she was as horny as hell after that performance. She figured a few of the guys out there would probably be running to the bathroom to alleviate their tension, and she figured she could too. Asking the barman where the toilets were, he pointed to a dark corner. She strolled over, and realized that there was only one door; it was a unisex bathroom. This probably wasn't a problem most of the time, as she doubted the bar had many female clients, but Mandy really wanted to feel some privacy. Oh well she thought....

She walked in to the toilet, finding only two cubicles, one of which was taken. She stepped into the other one, only to realize it had no lock on the door. As she wondered what to do, she realized she felt far to horny not to indulge herself in here, she just hoped no one else was coming in. She sat down on the seat, pulling her panties and skirt down as she did so, and pushed her hand against her mound. As she began to rub herself, she laughed to herself, wondering how much those guys would have paid to see this! As she began to really get into it, she was shocked by a hand stroking her ankle! 

Realizing it came from the other cubicle, She wondered what to do, before her instincts took over, and she thrust her foot towards the hand, begging for his touch. Before she knew what she was doing, Mandy had called out "its open". The hand stopped. She heard the man stand up, and his cubicle door open. She looked up as the entrance to hers was pushed open, and he walked in. He was about 6 foot tall, medium build, probably about 32 years old, but the only thing that Mandy noticed was his hand stroking his 8 inch hard on in front of her face. 

"I couldn't stop myself coming in here after your performance" he said. "You have a beautiful body"

"Thank you" replied Mandy, her eyes never leaving his penis "I think we should stop talking though now"

She pulled his cock towards her, replacing his hands with her own. She began to milk him, stroking his penis as it throbbed in her hands. She ran her fingers from the tip of his head to the base of his rod, and then massaged his balls. He began to moan at her ministrations, his cock seeping out a pearl of precum. 

Mandy couldn't stop herself, and wasn't sure she would have if she could, and leant down and licked it off, reveling in the salty taste in her mouth. She leant farther forward, engulfing the entire cockhead, feeding his penis into her mouth sucking on him as hard and as fast as she could, her hands continuing to stroke his rod, encouraging the eruption she knew was imminent. He must have come straight in here after the show, and it didn't take long to bring him close to orgasm, but that was exactly what Mandy wanted, so she didn't mind if he came quickly. 

His hands stroked the back of her head and neck, showing his appreciation for her work. Until he felt the beginning of his orgasm, and then they grabbed both sides of her head, forcing her to hold his cock in her mouth, as he began to spurt his pulsing seed into her. Mandy didn't mind, she milked him harder and harder, sucking every drop into her mouth, swallowing his cum, savoring the salty flavor.

As she pulled back from his spent penis, she continued to milk him, ensuring that she kept him hard as possible. 

"I'm not done yet," she said to him. Standing up, she pushed him onto the seat, his hard on sticking straight into the air, and she began to remove her shirt and bra. The shirt came off quickly tied on loosely as it was, and she undid her bra as quickly as she could. To Mandy's intense pleasure, she was naked again, and this time it was far more personal. The man continued to stroke his hard on as she stripped, keeping his penis rock hard, for he guessed what Mandy had in mind next, as she rubbed her already wet mound, she lowered herself onto his penis, pushing him deep inside her, and their bodies close together. The feel of his penis was wonderful, filling her completely, deep inside her, its warmth matched only by the fire of her pussy, begging to be fucked long and hard by him. 

She came almost straight away, so aroused as she was, a flood of pleasure filling her body, but didn't pause in her fucking, riding his penis, forcing it deeper and deeper into her cunt. His hands reached up to her breasts, pinching her nipples and rubbing her sweaty body. She thrust down over and again, as hard as she could, getting grunts and exclamations out of the aroused man. She rode him like a madwoman her hands clutching anything they could grasp, his hair, shoulders, her tits, his arms, the walls of the cubicle, as her passion rose to new heights, taking him with her. Mandy's grunts became more rapid, and she came for the second time with a loud shout of pleasure. As she slid off his penis, she knelt down on the floor, exhausted. 

"You're not done just yet dear" She heard the man say. She looked up at his glistening rod, straining to release his hot seed again.

"Oh you poor man!!" she cried, instantly renewing her vigor, kissing his penis, tasting herself on him, stroking his rod in her hands. Soon she felt his familiar heat, and his penis began to erupt, sending gobbet after gobbet onto her tits and face. His groans and cries echoed in the cubicle as she licked his penis clean, enjoying the feeling of a softening penis in her mouth. When he was done, she collected his cum off her tits as well as she could, and licked her hands clean, loving the heady combination of his cum and her sweat.

"Thank you very much, I think I really needed that after your performance." Said the man " My names Tom"

"Hi, I'm Mandy, and I should thank you too, that was great. I think I should get dressed though now."

As Mandy pulled her panties back on, she reflected on the afternoon. She had thought today was gonna be awful, after all, losing her job and all, but after earning her pay in the bar, and then getting royally fucked by Tom, she felt so much better. When she finished dressing, she left the cubicle, giving Tom a kiss as she did so, and gave him her card, and slipped out of the bar after picking up her cash. 

She was surprised to notice the barman had replaced the fifty bucks she had given him. She supposed the bar would be busy for quite a while after because of her performance. Out on the street, she hailed a cab, and went home to her apartment. Mandy knew she wasn't completely done with the day, because as soon as she got into the flat, all she wanted to do was to get naked again. She slipped out of her now rather sweaty suit, and strolled over to the mirror to examine herself. As she stared at her reflection, she realized why those men had cheered so much; her figure was great, with her tits and athletic legs and stomach. Mandy ran a bath to clean herself up, as she'd worked up a good sweat with Tom. 

As she lay in the bath, she contemplated the day's events, not over yet to be sure, but they'd certainly given her something to think about. She had earned more money today than she could in a week working for Mr. Harrison, so why couldn't she do it again? After all, men always wanted to see a girl naked, all she had to do was make sure enough men were interested before she started. 

If she circulated around the bars in town, she was sure she'd be able to find a few bars with the right sort of clientele; male, horny, and loaded! Happy with her solution, she decided to phone a few girl friends and go out for a drink or two, but preferably not to the bar she was in earlier! As she toweled herself off after her bath, she had a look in her wardrobe. If she was gonna make a living out of this, she needed some less conservative clothes, something that would enhance her natural features. The closest thing she really had that wouldn't look out of place on a high street were crop tops and more miniskirts. She realized miniskirts were no problem; they showed off her legs, but she would need some different tops and shirts. Once she'd done a few more strips she'd have a trip uptown and buy some new outfits.

She pulled on a tight white crop top that left her midriff bare, but lifted her bust. She then selected a split skirt, hanging to mid thigh in light cotton. It had a tendency to drift and expose Mandy's thigh, but she didn't mind. A pair of black sandal spikes finished the outfit. She was just enjoying a glass of wine when the doorbell rang, and the first of her friends arrived for the fun. Sarah was a blonde, shorter than Mandy, with bigger breasts and a more voluptuous figure. She was wearing a tight little black dress that molded itself to her hourglass figure. She arrived with Teri, who was a much more athletic woman, with a firmly muscled body. 

She had modeled in her youth, and still posed for shopping catalogues in her spare time from her gym job. To finish the party, Mandy's best friend Laura, who always had a nasty glint in her eye, as if she were just looking for the next bit of mischief. Together they couldn't fail to have fun, especially with a story like Mandy's to tell them all!

Mandy had a feeling it might even shock Laura!

As they traveled from wine bar to club, from hip joint to drinking pit, they began to get more and more tipsy, the alcohol having a quick and lasting effect on them. They were all having fun together, though, especially enjoying the male attention they were receiving, though Sarah's breasts tended to be the place that most men's eyes strayed to first. They had the most fun teasing and terrorizing some collage boys, obviously under-age, and quite shocked by the antics of the women before them. 

Their naivety was charming, but all the girls felt 21 yr old boys a little too young for the early 25's. Mandy was sure all the boys had a good time though, she guessed ten minutes with her friends provided more wank material than any porno magi! Once the evening began to tail off, they agreed for one last drink in a wine bar before going back to Mandy's for nightcaps. In the bar, ironically called "Tellin' Stories" Mandy began to tell the girls about her day. Naturally they were all sad for her to lose her job, but as she spoke they all laughed and became shocked and incredulous as she told them about the bar. 

None of them believed her when she spoke about the bar, but they were even worse when she told them about Tom. She promised to show them the shirt with the missing buttons when they got back, but they refused to believe she had fucked a complete stranger in a toilet, let alone just after parading herself to a room full of horny guys. The only thing that they did believe was that Mandy was buying many more rounds than usual, so she got some money somehow, and that they weren't complaining about!




Mandy



My name is Patrick. I am a fifty year old middle management employee for a major retail chain. I have been with the company for the last thirty years. My job requires a lot of traveling, most of which is on demand, not scheduled. 

I am single, having divorced my second (and last!) wife almost ten years ago. We get along better now that we are apart. I think we still love each other; we just can't live together.

My son, Don lives about ten miles from me. We have always been fairly close. We play golf together whenever we can get together. I even let him beat me once in a while.

Five years ago when Don was 30, he got the seven year itch. He decided that he could no longer live with his wife of the past seven years. I was not upset that he had decided to divorce. His wife and I were not fond of each other. She did everything in her power to keep Don from attending any family functions that we had. She refused to accompany Don if he came to visit. So I was glad to see her go! 

To save expenses during his divorce, I allowed Don to move in with me. I was traveling most of the time so he was not a burden.

During the divorce negotiations, Don was not celibate. No, in fact he was nailing most of his working associates. He was smart enough to start backing away from the people that he worked for and with when he saw the conflicts his fucking around was causing. 

He began stopping on his way home at a gentleman's club that was fairly close to the house. It was an upscale titty bar that even I had frequented on occasion. 

The next thing I knew, he was bringing a string of strippers to the house and fucking them stupid. When I was in town, he would introduce me to the one he was with that night. There were some very beautiful women that he bedded during that time. Most I only saw once or twice. 

Then he brought Mandy home. Mandy was a pretty girl. At eighteen, she was tall with a slim build. Her tits were small but her nipples went on for miles! Mandy never wore a bra and her headlights were always shining on high beam. Her hair was a coppery red and hung below the middle of her back. She had decorated her skin with several tattoos. They were tastefully done and were appropriate for her line of work.

The procession of strippers slowed. Mandy occupied every fourth night... every third night... every other night and finally she was the only one that I saw.

Mandy was always nice to me. She began calling me Daddy. She would always give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek saying 'Hi, Daddy' or 'Bye, Daddy' as she came and left the house with Don.

She was a screamer when they were fucking. The volume would steadily increase as their coupling progressed. My room was on the opposite end of the house from Don's room. Even with doors closed, I could hear her over the sound of my television as I tried to watch in my room.

As with most strippers, Mandy came with her set of problems. She was married. Her husband was an under employed mechanic who lived for drugs. Her descriptions had him high ninety percent of the time. This meant that she was a druggie too. To her credit, she fought to kick the addiction, but always slipped back when she was with her husband.

Don was good for her. She left her husband and moved into an apartment. In spite of her profession she got sober and stayed sober for a couple of months. Then her husband came back crying to her professing his love and need for her. She believed him when he said that he had changed. She went back to him. Within a week she was hooked on the drugs again.

Don, even though she broke his heart, continued to see her at the club and bring her home for their fuck sessions. After a couple of weeks she agreed to move back to her apartment and sobered up. This cycle was repeated many times during the period of Don's divorce proceedings and even after the divorce was finalized.

About six months after his divorce was finalized, Don let it slip to me that he had been paying for Mandy's apartment since she first moved away from her husband. He had also bought her a car and provided the insurance. 

I was livid. He had been living in my house for eighteen months so that he could 'save money'. For the last year the money that he saved was paying for her apartment and her upkeep.

I told him to get out of the house. I was not going to let him take advantage of me and disrespect me any longer. "Get your own apartment or move in with your whore! I don't care. Just be gone when I come home tomorrow night!"

After I calmed down, I was sorry that I had blown up at Don. He was just young, dumb, full of cum AND IN LOVE!

The next day Don moved in with Mandy. Six months later a baby was on the way. The next week they were married. My granddaughter, Alex was born and luckily was healthy. There were no complications from Mandy's earlier drug use.

Mandy and I got along pretty well. She always called me Daddy and was quick with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. But there was something that bugged me about her. I tried not to let her background influence my feelings for her, but in the back of my mind I did not trust her.

Don had kept his key to my house. He, Mandy and Alex were always welcome to come over and use the pool in my backyard even when I was not at home.

One week in June, I was called to go to Salt Lake City to handle some problems. As I always did before leaving town, I called Don to let him know where I was going to be and that I anticipated to be there for the entire week. I left Monday afternoon. Upon my arrival in Salt Lake City, I found that the problems were minor and easily resolved. I was on my way home Tuesday morning. 

I got home from the airport around 1:00. I went into my bedroom and unpacked. As I finished unpacking, I happened to look out my bedroom window into the backyard. There on a towel by the pool was Mandy. She was naked on her back, legs spread wide. Between her legs was her ex-husband, munching away at her hairy snatch. 

I watched as he ate her cunt. She was hunching her pussy into his mouth as he thrust his tongue into her dripping hole. I heard her screaming as her orgasm hit. Finally he pulled himself up onto her and rammed his long dick into her frothing chasm. She arched her back as she thrust up to meet his plunging cock. They rutted like this for several minutes and finally both had body draining orgasms. They lay heaped together trying to catch their breaths.

I took this opportunity to go out my bedroom door onto the patio. They heard the door open and turned toward me. The ex was up and running naked out the gate before I had covered three feet toward them.

Mandy started crying and cussing. "Oh shit. Oh fuck. Daddy, you are not supposed to be home. Oh, god... please do not tell Don. Please, I will do anything..."

All this was said as she lay there naked with her ex-husband's cum dripping out of her hairy cunt! "Cover yourself, you whore. Put your bathing suit on. Come into the house and we will talk about this." I turned and walked back into the house. 

I went to the bar and fixed myself a double vodka and tonic. As I sat down in my recliner, I realized that I was aroused. My dick was firm. I had to adjust its position in my boxers so I could sit comfortably. I knew it was wrong to get aroused by my son's wife, but damn, Mandy looked hot naked! 

A few minutes later Mandy came into the living room where I was seated. She was wearing a small white bikini that I had admired many times before. The material did little to hide her small tits and hairy snatch. When she had gotten the suit wet in the past, the white bikini became almost transparent showing her pink areola and nipples.

Mandy's eyes were red as the tears continued to flow. I looked at her and said, "Stop crying whore. Sit your ass down and try to convince me not to tell Don what you have been up to today."

"Please Daddy. I beg you not to tell Don. He loves me, but I don't know how he will react."

"He will kick your ass up one side of the street and back down the other. Once he is through, he will file for divorce and take Alex away from you. You can then go back to your druggie ex-husband and let him pull you back into the drug hell where you used to live. That's what Don will do."

"No, no. You can't tell Don. I will do anything. You name it and I will do it. Just please don't tell him. I can't live like that again and I am not strong enough to resist him on my own.

"That's how he wound up over here today. He called begging for some money. After listening to his sob story, I agreed to give him $20. I was already over here getting some sun and swimming so I told him to come here to get the money.

"Daddy, he knows how to push my buttons. He got me all hot and bothered and the next thing I knew, he was eating my pussy. And then... well you saw what happened after that. There is not much telling what he would have done to me if you had not scared him away."

Mandy looked pitiful. Her eyes were blood shot from the crying. Her body was trembling from the fear. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost! I looked her straight in the eye. Shamed and humiliated, she looked down, not able to hold eye contact. 

Mandy was obviously scared of what I would do. I had always been a closet dominant and her defeated, submissive attitude was turning me on. This was a side of Mandy that I had never seen. My dick was as hard as a steel bar. Did I dare risk my relationship with Don to have my daughter as my submissive slut? 

I drained my drink. I rose from my chair and walked over to the bar and fixed a fresh drink. All the while I was weighing the possible consequences against the reward of having Don's pretty wife as my cum slut. I returned to my chair and looked back at the shuddering Mandy.

"Look at me" I said. "What are you willing to give to keep me from telling Don?"

"You know I don't have any money. I will clean your house. I will take care of your pool, your lawn..." She stopped talking as she heard me laughing.

"I already have people that do those things. I am thinking more along the line of you becoming my sex slave. That should be pretty simple for a slut like you."

Mandy looked at me with a totally shocked expression on her face. Her mouth was open and her eyes went wide. I had never given her reason to think that I would speak to her in that tone and manner.

"Get over here and show me what a great cock sucker you are. From now on, I am going to dump my cum onto or into you anytime, anywhere and anyway I feel like it. That is unless you would rather I tell Don what I saw by the pool this afternoon."

"I am your son's wife. You can't make me do that, Daddy."

"Get over here now or I will see to it that you are back with your ex tonight!"

Mandy looked at me with hate and defiance in her eyes. She shook her head at me as she tested my resolve. We stared into each other's eyes, neither willing to give in. I raised my hand and pointed my finger at the cock in my pants and said, "Suck it now or leave."

Mandy just stood there with that stare of defiance. "Get the hell out of my house. I don't ever want to see your fucking face again," I said pointing at the front door. From my chair, I kicked the ottoman towards Mandy. At that instant, Mandy broke. She moved toward me falling to her knees in front of my chair.

Mandy's trembling hands reached for my belt. She fumbled with the buckle. She was finally able to free the belt and then open the button at the top of my pants. The zipper hissed as she moved it down. I raised my hips and she pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles and off my feet.

She raised back up and looked at my erect cock. It is not one of those huge porn dicks, only about six and a half inches long, but thick with a big purple spear for a head. She stared frozen, not moving. I put my hands into her hair, grabbing fistfuls. I forced her head down. My dick was at her closed mouth.

"Open up, whore." Nothing but ice. I yanked her head up and slapped her across her cheek. I pushed her face back down. This time her mouth was open and she took my cock into her dry mouth. I pushed her head down and thrust my hips up forcing my dick into her throat. Mandy gagged, coughed and spit. Her mouth was now full of saliva, no longer dry. 

I fucked her face for a few minutes, finally forcing my dick into the back of her throat. She could not breathe. Her face was turning red. Her eyes were open wide with tears welling up in her eyes and streaking down her face. Her body was beginning to writhe around on the floor in search of air.

I continued to fuck her face until I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. My release was only a few seconds away. Mandy was really in distress now. Seeing her purple, tear stained face with my cock sawing in and out of her mouth pushed me over the edge. My cum poured straight down her throat and into her stomach. Spurt after spurt, wave after wave until my balls were drained and my orgasm was complete.

I pushed Mandy back and off my dick. She fell spread eagle on her back gasping and gagging for air. After a few minutes she calmed and regained her steady breathing. I could tell that she was still very weak from the deprivation of oxygen.

I stood above her and reached down grabbing her by the hair again. I pulled her to her feet and forced her to look at me. "If you ever try to defy me again, the treatment you received just now will be minor compared to what I will do to you. Do you understand?" I saw a small nod of her head.

"You are a piece of shit whore, but you are MY piece of shit whore now. Do you understand your place and your role?" She gave another small nod of her head. "Defiance or even hesitation will not be tolerated. Fuck up again and I promise you will be sorry!" Before she could react, I slapped her again across her cheek. Again more tears.

"On your knees, cunt. You forgot to clean my dick after you slobbered all over it. Mandy immediately was on her knees licking and sucking my dick clean from the head to my balls.

"Go wash your face and then get your skinny ass back out here." Mandy ran to the bathroom. There was no question about my power over her now. She was mine and would do what I asked without question.

I could hear the water running as Mandy washed her face. The water stopped and thirty seconds later she was standing in front of me. Her face was clean and her eyes were free of tears. 

"Kneel." She fell to her knees without question. "From now on, when we are alone, this will be your position. You will be naked and kneel at my feet awaiting my instructions. Understand?"

A quiet "Yes, sir" came from her lips.

I had watched an amateur porn video the other night while surfing the net. I decided that one scene that I had really liked would be a great final test for Mandy. Would she follow my directions as I thought she would or would she balk? 

I picked up my glass and drank down the last of my drink. I handed Mandy the glass and said, " Fix me another vodka and tonic. Bring me the drink and the vodka bottle."

Mandy scampered to the bar and mixed the drink. She came back to me with the drink and the bottle. I took the glass. She tried to hand me the bottle. I said, "No, that is for you. I want you to take your bikini off and lay on the floor. Take the bottle and fuck yourself with it until you cum! NOW!"

She jumped as I yelled at her. As she began taking the bathing suit off, she said "Yes, sir." There was a hint of a smile on her face. She dropped the top, displaying her little titties and long hard nipples. Her hands then went to the bottoms, untying the bows on her hips. The bottoms fell to her feet revealing her pussy surrounded by her silky red pubic hair. There were droplets of girl juice matting her pubes. She was enjoying this!

Mandy lay on the floor with her legs spreading wide. Her pussy was glistening with anticipation. It was obvious that this was causing her pussy juices to flow freely. "Stick the bottle in your cunt and fuck yourself. I want to see you cum."

She brought the neck of the bottle to her mouth and began sucking. She was wetting the bottle getting it ready to put in her pussy. I think she was also doing it to give me a show because all the while she was looking straight into my eyes. She took the bottle from her mouth and moved it to her cunt. She rubbed the tip of the bottle up and down her hairy slit. 

I was really looking forward to this. I had my dick in my right hand, wanking as I watched the sexy red head begin to fuck that vodka bottle into her pussy.

"Shove it in, slut. I want to see that bottle deep in your cunt. Push it, shove it, FUCK IT!" Mandy gripped the bottle in both hands and moved it into her pussy. She arched her back to give the bottle a better angle to enter her cunt. The bottle moved into her pussy expanding her cunt as the flared portion of the bottle moved slowly past her lips. Mandy moved her hands to the bottom of the bottle, entwining her fingers to get a good grip. She jerked the bottle and it moved further into her cunt, stretching her pussy to its limits. Her puffy, blood engorged lips were now stretched to thin lines on each side of the bottle.

"This looks so hot, whore. It looks like you are ripping your pussy wide open. Think about what you are doing to your fucking cunt!"

Her eyes had never left mine. She was shoving the bottle into her stretched out cunt, trying to get the widest part past her pussy lips. Her face was contorted with pain. She was screaming. "Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." as she rhythmically jerked the bottle into her snatch.

"Fuck yourself harder, bitch. Make yourself cum. Pull that bottle into your cunt 'til it is past the rim. Make it hurt, whore! If you can't get it in, I will kick it in! I want to hear you scream when it hurts you!"

She was close. Another half inch and she would have the widest part in her pussy. She was shoving and rotating the bottle as she thrust her hips, fucking herself hard with the bottle.

"Oh, Daddy! Aaaiiieeee..." The widest girth of the bottle was now fucking into Mandy's cunt about two inches past the ridge with each thrust of her hands and hips. 

"Fuck yourself, Mandy. Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted? Do you want more? Pull it in deep and hard! Shove the neck of that bottle into your womb! Make it hurt! Fuck that bottle, whore!"

Mandy had not been quiet since she started fucking herself. But now, my dirty talk was moving her to a new level. Her rhythmic 'Ugh... Ugh... Ugh' had become the volume of screams. Her face was contorted with her determination to shove that bottle as deep into her cunt as possible.

I had dropped to my knees beside her to watch her shoving the bottle into her pussy. I was jacking my dick with the same rhythm as she was fucking herself. The bottle was now going in about four inches past the rim with each thrust.

"This is beautiful, my little whore! Fuck yourself until you cum. I am going to blow my load from watching you! Oh, god!" My sperm squirted across her little titties again and again. As the third rope spewed onto her hard nipples, Mandy's orgasm began.

"Aaaiiieeee... Aaaiiieeee... Aaaiiieeee..." Mandy screamed as she pumped the bottle into her thrusting, gaping cunt again and again. Her body arched. Only her head and heels were touching the floor as her body quaked violently through her orgasm.

Mandy's hands fell from the bottle. As the bottle hit the floor, a stream of piss and girl cum flew from her wide open pussy, shooting about four feet across the room. Mandy fell to the floor gasping for air like a fish out of water.

I knelt there in awe as I looked at Mandy. Her beautiful red hair was drenched from her own sweat. Every inch of her skin was covered by a thin sheen of glistening perspiration. Her hair covered pussy lips were closing, but very slowly. Her cunt was still spread wide enough that I was sure I could easily fist her! My cum covered her breasts. She was looking up at me with a smile on her lips.




Mandy



Mandy was mine now. She had proven that she wanted to please me. She would do anything I asked of her. My cock was beginning to come back to life as my mind raced through some of the nasty scenarios and fantasies I wanted to act out with her. It is going to be great having my own submissive cum slut that calls me Daddy!



Mandy: A Second Time



My thanks to Jessica M. for her editing of my story and for her suggestions.

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I have recently met Mandy again!

Although we have met once or twice in professional circles, I had never had the opportunity of either repeating or continuing the adventure we had together when I took her to a sex-cinema. (See previous story – "With Mandy at the Cinema".) But my wife and I had signed up for a package holiday in near the coast, mainly a historical one, and on our first night there we found that Mandy and her husband were on the same trip. What a coincidence. But she was with her husband, and I was with my wife. Not much chance of getting together, was there? Her husband knew me, of course, just as my wife knew Mandy, owing to our professional contacts in the past.

I did, however, manage to speak to her alone when I was in the hotel corridor on my own, and so was she.

Quickly we did something both of us had been dying to do after meeting on this holiday – we immediately embraced and deeply kissed, my hand automatically cupping one of her delightful breasts which I could never forget after our experience together at the cinema. With no-one else around she made no move to shrug my hand away, and actually pressed her hand over mine to caress her even stronger.

I knew she was as anxious to repeat our previous experience now, though, as her other hand reached down and fondled my hardening dick through my trousers.

"I've never forgotten one second of that time in the cinema," she whispered to me as she began to stroke me. "When can we do something like that again?"

"When?" I asked rhetorically.

"Well, actually, I have been thinking," she said. "Charles is so keen on going on that trip to the historical site that even if I were indisposed he would probably still go as long as I was not too ill."

"Well?" I asked. "I shall have a migraine tomorrow," she said. "What will be your excuse?"

"Well, I did want to look for a new camera," I said, "and Tricia knows I am not interested in historical sites. She has already said that should I want to go and browse through the shops she would not mind going on her own. And I overheard her and Charles yesterday making plans for this trip, as they both seem so interested."

As is often the case, though, on packages like this, we had all four, owing to our previous acquaintance, more or less sat down together to dine.

That evening, then, we were all chatting, and Charles and Tricia were really delving into the subject of the museum, when Mandy suddenly said, "I hope I am not going to go down with a migraine – my head is throbbing already, and it is a usual sign of one to come."

As she said this I found that her head was not the only thing that was throbbing – so was my cock, and it was also giving a sign of it wanting to come.

Next morning Mandy did not appear at breakfast, and Charles explained that she was lying in bed, nursing a hefty migraine, and would remain there all day. After lunch he and Tricia went out to join the coach which was awaiting them to take them to the site, and they both bade me a good day.

Immediately they had departed, though, I went upstairs and knocked on Mandy's room door. After a few seconds the door opened very slightly, and Mandy peeped through to see who it was. On seeing it was me she flung the door open wide, and stood in front of me completely naked, her arms open wide for an embrace.

As we held each other tightly, she said into my ear, "And my pussy has been so wet since we met here that it is strange that Charles has never noticed. I have been wetting my panties so often that I have been having to change them three or four times a day! Feel how wet it is now – I'm positively dribbling!"

My hand automatically cupped her leaking cunt lips, whereupon I brought my fingers straight to my tongue, where the nectar tasted so heavenly. 

"It's all yours, darling," she breathed, then led me over to the bed. "Lie down," she commanded, and still dressed I did so as she gently swung herself over me, straddling my face as she lowered herself onto me, stretching wide her pussy lips as she closed in.

"I've been saving this juice for you all the time we have been here," she said as I gently licked her clit and my mouth filled with her sweet tasting nectar.

I felt her move, and next second her warm mouth close round my engorged cock, as she gave me suction in return for what I was giving her.

It took very little time before I exploded into her mouth, as she swallowed every drop, and we continued to eat one another until finally, exhaustion made us pause.

"We should go out and make a day of it," she said to me, as she lay back in my arms. "How would you like me to dress?"

My immediate answer was almost, "Don't!", then I bit it back, for she wanted to make it a better day than simply making love in an hotel bedroom.

Impishly, then I asked if I could look in her wardrobe and choose. I soon found what I was looking for – a sundress with a short flared skirt, and a 'nearly-there' top. Actually it had two fairly thin straps to the waist, allowing most of her breasts to be on view. It was naturally meant for the beach, and would normally have had a bikini or something to go under it.

"How about just that and shoes?" I asked her wickedly. Just as wickedly she smiled back and agreed. "No-one here knows me," she grinned. "But I had better wear a coat until we get to where we are gong."

I agreed just as long as she would take it off where she could display herself without getting arrested.

"Now, where are we going?" she asked me.

"Wait and see," was my answer.

On our way to the foyer, where we asked the bellboy to call us a taxi, she told me that more than anything else (apart from the fucks we had shared) that although it had been her first time cheating on her husband, she had never enjoyed herself so much, especially the fact that she was able to show herself off to all, and sundry, and that she was now certainly an exhibitionist at heart, wanting to show herself at every opportunity.

That was why she was so ready to agree to my request about her mode of dress.

Arriving at the harbour I looked around and found that some boats were to hire, with or without a boatman, and so I booked a small launch for a couple of hours or so for just the two of us.

Immediately we started off Mandy insisted on sitting on the hatch in front of me, so that it was difficult to see past her to steer, especially as she was sitting with both feet on the deck, hands placed on the deck behind her, knees fully parted, and her delicious cunt on full view only inches away from my eyes!

Soon, though, and for once I was thankful not to be staring the whole time at an exposed cunt, as I was finding difficulty in steering, we were able to land on a deserted beach, whereupon Mandy, with no more ado, almost tore off her excuse for a dress and plunged over the side fully naked to race me onto the sand.

Again we fucked wildly, then skinny-dipped in the sea, where we once again joined our bodies together, using the sea-water as extra lubrication. 

Finally, in order to rest for a while, we lay back side by side on the beach, and unsurprisingly we both drifted off to sleep.

When we awoke, though, we realised that it was time to be going back, so as to be in the hotel before Charles and Tricia arrived.

We wasted no time in getting back, as neither of us wanted our respective spouses to know what we had been up to, of course, and luckily we made it just in time for Mandy to go back to "bed".

I was a little apprehensive, though, about Tricia's behaviour as she came into our bedroom, where I was stretched out fully dressed on the bed. Normally, as with an y other married couple, we have no inhibitions with each other, but she went into the bathroom to change, telling me that she had inadvertently splashed some mud onto her dress. When she emerged she was quite naked, and this was nothing unusual. But the fact that she had gone into the bathroom to undress was what perturbed me a little. She then rummaged around in her drawers and suitcase, and finally took out a very tiny g-string – on which I had bought for her, but which she had always put off wearing, saying it was too revealing. In fact, it was so tiny that it disappeared between the lips of her pussy when it was on, so that only the sides were visible!

But again, taking a dress and the g-string with her she again disappeared into the bathroom, only emerging when she was wearing the dress. I pondered over this, but decided to say nothing.

Then she said to me, "I feel like a drink before we eat. Shall I go down to the bar and order one for you whilst you get ready and then join me?"

Her dress was actually fairly low plunging, and normally there would be the hint of a bra, but tonight there was no such on view. Again I said nothing, but as soon as she had left the room I went into the bathroom and sought out her discarded clothing.

I found the dress she had been wearing – a fairly sober one, but with no mud whatsoever on it. I also found her bra (so she had none on now, then) and her cotton briefs which she had been wearing most of the day. That's when I did get my surprise! They were positively wet! I sniffed them, and realised that they were not water-wet, but the aroma definitely denoted sex!

Was Tricia up to the same tricks as I was? I would not have thought it of her, but if she were – then I would be not only happy for her, but happier still for myself!

I decided to play along with her. Perhaps she would confess some time, and all would then be well and forgiving.

When I got to the bar, though, Charles was already there, and had a drink waiting for me as he sat alongside Tricia. "Mandy is a little better now," he told me, "but Tricia and were wondering if you would mind if we went out again – we saw a really interesting part of the dig, and they said they were continuing under floodlight tonight, and asked us if we would like to watch or even participate?"

"Mandy says," he continued, "that perhaps you would not mind joining her for a drink here after dinner. She does not feel she ought to go out, but she says she does not mind your company. That is, if you are willing?"

I decided to continue along the lines I had been following up until now. "Not in the least," I told him. "I find her quite pleasant company."

Actually Mandy came down shortly afterwards and joined us for dinner, after which Charles and Tricia excused themselves to go out to "the dig".

As soon as they had gone I told Mandy about Tricia's behaviour over getting changed, and what she was now wearing. 

"I thought Charles was behaving slightly strangely as well," she said. "He had another shave and had dabbed on after-shave tonight. He doesn't usually do that twice in one day!" 

"Anyway, let's hope they will enjoy themselves," I told her. "Shall we go out, too?"

"Where?" she asked me.

"There is a cinema in town," I said. "I don't know what the film is, but does it matter? It will bring back memories of that other cinema where we first got together."

"Lovely," she answered. "But although I have changed my dress for this button-down one, I still have nothing underneath it, nor do I intend putting anything on there."

I grinned, and she grinned back, then we got into my car, as Charles was using theirs, and drove round to the cinema.

As we entered, she turned to me, and grinned again. "Back row this time?" she giggled. "Last time we had a better view from nearer the front!"

"But last time there was more to see amongst the audience," I agreed as I laughed.

I followed her into the auditorium, and we sat towards the end of a row and waited until our eyes had adjusted to the gloom. I was just snuggling close up to her when she gave a small start. "Look at the other end of the row!" she whispered.

I looked, and could just make out a couple, well entwined, lips glued together, and, from what I could make out, his hand already inserted down her dress top. Then I realised! It was Charles and Tricia! That was why she had changed before going out into that sexy g-string! And why she had deliberately left off her bra!

Mandy gave a little giggle, and whispered, "Good. That is just where we want them, isn't it? Now neither of them can complain about us if they find out!"

She snuggled closer to me, and soon I was lost in the rapture of fondling her in every accessible place, but soon a wicked giggle came from her lips. 

"I'm about to go to the restroom," she whispered. "But watch for reactions!"

With that she stood up, and deliberately walked along the row of seats in their direction, even though we were almost by the aisle on our own side.

They seemed quite oblivious of who was approaching them, and as Mandy reached them Charles guiltily removed his hand from inside Tricia's dress, expecting a stranger to try to pass them.

But the look on his face and that of Tricia was quite discernable to me even at that distance, until I saw Mandy speak to them, raise her dress to show her nudity beneath, and nod towards me. They both turned somewhat apprehensively, as Mandy beckoned me to come towards them. 

As I made may way along the row the looks on their faces seemed less uneasy but nevertheless still a little nervous as to my reaction, and I tried to reassure them by smiling and greeting them as if this were an everyday occurrence.

As I drew nearer Mandy reached out her hand and grasped mine to place it directly under her skirt, smiling at Charles and Tricia as she did so, as it to reassure them that we were probably even more committed than they were. They seemed to be regaining their composure, though, and Tricia actually looked at me as if to both ask forgiveness and also to condone her actions. 

I took the bull buy the horns, though, and brazenly asked Charles, "How do you like her g-string? Sexier than the panties she had on this afternoon?"

Tricia, though, had more or less regained her composure by now, and she retorted, quite as shamelessly, "He hasn't seen it yet. Perhaps you ought to show him for me."

But I was also acutely aware that we were in a cinema, and not even a sex one at that.

"Look here," I said to all three of them. "Let's get out of here and into my car. We might be pushing our luck if we stay here!"

And so we filed out, all four of us admitting that we had not gone to see any film – it was somewhere to go without the other couple finding out, and now that we were all reconciled there was no point in not admitting it.

So we climbed in my car, and we all four agreed that to go back to the hotel would be tame, especially as Mandy was now telling the other two about her exhibitionist streak, and trying to persuade Tricia to do likewise. "It can be great fun," she told her, "to flash a stranger or even go that bit further. Charles does not realise how many times I have flashed in a supermarket by squatting down with knees spread, pretending not to notice what I was showing. I've had some strange glances at times, and on other occasions I have been successful in making some fellow uncomfortable when he thought he was seeing too much."

Tricia, though, seemed to be very taken with the idea. And I had always thought her a little of a prude! But now she had been caught out it seemed as if a great burden had been lifted for her, and she now seemed as anxious as Mandy to show how uninhibited she could be.

"What about going to the Pleasure Beach?" she suggested. "I am sure we can find something there for some real entertainment."

I would never have thought this of Tricia, but she seemed as anxious as anyone, now, to be able to enjoy herself sexually. "We could start with the Helter Skelter," she suggested, and just Mandy and I go on whilst the men wait for us at the bottom! I don't think either of them will be disappointed with the view!"

As we arrived the two girls made their way directly towards the big slide, and as they climbed up the steps we noticed two youths close behind them who were probably leering over the fact that the girls were wearing shortish skirts. They were probably hoping for a glimpse of something or other. If hey had only known that the best viewpoint would have been at the base of the slide!

Charles and I watched some others come down, revelling a little in the fact that at this time of night there were few children around, but teenagers and slightly older couples were taking advantage of this more adult time of day. Few girls made any effort to hide anything as they hurtled down on their mats, legs flying, nonchalantly exposing their underwear to us and grinning as they bent to pick up their mats again.

Then Tricia came down, and Charles was able to see her miniscule bikini for the first time. And as she had deliberately parted her legs, feet planted firmly on the sides of the mat, everyone else waiting there could see it too! In fact, it was so brief that she almost appeared to have none on at all, until one could just make out the tiny ribbon which served as a crotch. There were gasps of delight from some of the randy bystanders, which turned to even louder gasps when Mandy followed, openly displaying the fact that she had none on at all! Her bare cunt was exposed in the floodlights, made even more discernable owing to the fact that she had tucked her dress right back as she came down with feet splayed apart and close to her bottom.

Arm in arm the four of us now strolled round the Fun Park, closely followed by s few randy youths and an odd couple or two. When we reached the "Tunnel of Love", it was Charles who suggested we went in. Boats were all two-seaters, and he and Tricia naturally plumped for one boat, and Mandy and I took the following one.

Slowly we entered the tunnel, with its dim lighting, but the occasional odd surprise, such as a sudden glare, as a spotlight would come on momentarily when we passed certain spots. This also meant that the following boat had a superb view of the previous one, and that the previous one also had a similar view if they were to turn their heads back. We had scarcely gone more than a few yards into the tunnel, in fact, when one of these lights came on in front of us, and Mandy and I were quite amused to see Charles, who had evidently been prepared for this moment by his own witnessing the light from his predecessor boat, turning round to face us and waving Tricia's tiny g-string high in the air. Not to be outdone Mandy immediately unbuttoned the whole of her dress and, irrespective of safety, stood up in the boat and posed for them as they turned round, 

Just as the spotlight once more lit up our boat, and holding out wide the sides of the dress in order to expose the whole of her naked body to them.

We knew that there would be another boat behind us, as this was the system, and it was probably two of our followers from the previous ride. But I was a little astonished when Mandy also turned momentarily round to expose herself to whoever it was following us!

"Two of those lads who have been behind us since the Helter Skelter," she said to me. "This will give them something to brighten up their day."

She was turning into a right exhibitionist! 

The light went out, she sat down again, but made no move to button up her dress, leaving it open for me to paw and knead her firm breasts as we kissed.

Another light flashed on in front, and we saw Charles and Tricia locked in a meaningful kiss. There was no more flashing after that until we reached the exit, as both couples of us were now deep in the throes of kissing.

But, at the exit, we saw Charles and Tricia clamber out, a little awkwardly, as Charles had his hand under Tricia's short dress and, presumably, on her bare bottom as he "helped" her out of the boat. In his other hand he was holding the tiny g-string, not caring who might be watching. Mandy had demurely fastened some of the buttons of her dress, but she had left quite a plunge at the top, and the lower part was still unfastened sufficiently to reveal most of her thighs as she walked. We had now attracted about half a dozen followers, four youths, and two girls, all of whom were openly leering and making no move to hide their interest in our two girls, especially as Charles was still nonchalantly twirling Tricia's tiny bikini around his fingers.




Mandy: A Second Time



Tricia was now as much of an exhibitionist as Mandy had proclaimed herself to me. In fact, it was she who led the way into the "Fun House". Firstly we had to cross a section, where every time anyone stepped on the stretch of wooden boarding a jet of air would swoosh up into the air, making girls' skirt fly up like Marylyn Monroe's in that well-known picture. She hesitated before stepping onto it, but only to make sure that everyone was watching her as she slowly stepped across the section. Then, in full floodlight, she deliberately paused as the air currents swooshed her skirt right up, displaying to everyone her naked thighs and stomach, and especially her newly shaven pussy lips. She was quickly followed by Mandy who did exactly the same, although she had to push Tricia off the air-jet so that she could take her place.

The crowd was slightly larger by now, and both girls smiled and acknowledged them as they led the way to the next section. The Fun House was definitely designed with exhibitionist adults only in mind, for the next obstacle was a runged ladder which had to be climbed. Tricia again led the way, making sure that the crowd who were following us had all assembled at the foot, then slowly climbed until her bottom was roughly level with their heads. Turning round, she waved at the small crowd, and then beckoned one of the youths ogling her to follow her on the ladder. He was there like a shot, and she waited for him to almost reach her before she began to climb again, but this time going up two rungs at a time so as to really stretch her legs and giving him an absolutely close-up view of her naked bald pussy. On reaching the top, she turned and sat down on the floor, knees apart, where she remained until his head had drawn level with her lewd display, then deftly sprang up and away before he could reach out to touch, and then spoke to him. She was too far away for me to hear what she said, but we saw him nod in agreement and then keep his distance from her. After that we all climbed the ladder, and the next floor ended in a staircase going down again. Tricia motioned the youth whom she had previously selected to go down in front, but as he stepped onto the stairs they suddenly collapsed and became a slide. The shock cause him to lose balance and he slid and rolled gently to the bottom, where he picked himself up, and then looked up expectantly towards us.

Both Mandy and Tricia, on seeing this, motioned the rest of the small crowd in front of them, and they all knowingly stepped onto the collapsing stairs, and on reaching the bottom looked up to us expectantly. Charles and I went then, and were followed by Mandy and Tricia together. But this time they both deliberately raised their skirts before stepping onto the stairs, so that there was no chance of anyone not seeing their blatantly lewd display as they slid down trying to spread as much as possible as they did so. But it was noticeable how well-behaved the followers were, considering what they were seeing, although Tricia did whisper to me that she had told the one she had called up the ladder that if they all behaved themselves they would see all they wanted, but that if they did not then all four of us would all go home.

Mind you, when I looked at the followers the two girls were in the centre of two threesomes, a boy on each side openly pawing their breasts and the girls practically encouraging them to do so.

The next section, though, was almost at the end, and apart from walking over a glass floor, lit from below, we came to another staircase, but this time quite normal. When we had descended we turned into a corridor, and found a small crowd there, all gazing upwards. We were underneath the ground floor, and could see those above quite plainly. Because of the powerful underfloor lighting, though, the girls in the room were lit up completely beneath their dresses, and their knickers were well displayed! And our two had none on at all. No wonder the crowd here were making no attempt to leave in a hurry! As we came in I had already noticed nudges and admiring glances in our direction. Now I knew why!

But there was little for us to see which we had not seen before, and besides, as Mandy whispered to me as we were leaving, "I'm ready for bed, now, as long as it is with you." We said nothing to Tricia and Charles, though, but simply said we were tired, and got back into my car back to the hotel.

On our arrival there, though, it was hardly surprising when Tricia came and kissed me goodnight before linking arms with Charles as they went up the stairs to his and Mandy's room.

Mandy and I went to mine, where very little stripping had to take place before we were in bed and I was in Mandy. Somehow we managed to sleep, but most of the time we were wide awake, sucking, fucking, kissing, mauling, and generally making intense love with each other.

Next day was our last, but as we got into our respective cars to drive away, Charles came over to us and invited us both to his house next weekend. He wanted to show us "some of his artefacts," he joked. But, turning to Tricia, he added, "But no knickers to be worn by either girl all weekend. Agreed?"

We drove away, wondering how we would pass the time until weekend came.



Mandy: A Third Encounter



Last year I told a basically true story about how I met Lili and Michelle at a nudist campsite. I actually met them again this year, but that is a story which I shall write about after I have finished this one. There have been two previous stories about Mandy. The first one ("With Mandy at the Cinema") was based on true facts but with slight embellishments. The second one and this current one, though, are complete fiction, except that my wife and I actually did meet up with Mandy and her husband at a nudist camp site, but my wife knew nothing of my original meeting with Mandy other than as a work colleague.

My wife and I went on our usual caravanning holiday again this year, in Europe as usual and always staying at nudist campsites. It was when we were on our way down south that we stayed at one site for a few nights, and to both my wife's and my surprise, just a few yards away, sitting outside their own caravan, were Mandy and her husband, Charles. 

Mandy had told me that they were both into amateur dramatics, and that when she had first gone out with me to the porn cinema they had actually been rehearsing a play in which they played lovers – Derek and Katie. This is why she had come out with the remark "Bugger Derek!" in my first story, as they had tried to act out their parts even whilst at home.

My wife was the first to spot them. I was looking the other way at the time, when Tricia, my wife, turned to me and said, "I spy, with my little eye, a pussy which knows your cock!"

I turned quickly, and as I turned to face Mandy and Charles, Mandy herself turned to face me, her face showing instant recognition. She nudged her husband, sitting on a lounger next to her, as she called out – "Hi, Tricia and Mel!"

Tricia and I immediately ran over to them, and as they stood to greet us a mutual kissing session ensued.

My cock was immediately fondled by Mandy, in spite of being in full view of any other campers who might be around, but Charles, watching this out of the corner of his eye as he pressed close to Tricia, said softly, "We ought to go inside and have a drink together!" This was obviously his way of telling Mandy to be more discreet in public, even though it was a nudist site.

Once inside, though, the fondling did increase – from all four of us. None of us made any pretence at decorum as we fell onto the bunk beds and next second Mandy's pussy had swallowed my cock to the hilt. Glancing sideways I saw that Charles and Tricia were similarly occupied.

Mind you, it had not been so much of a surprise to meet up with Charles and Mandy, as we had told them which sites we would be using in our caravan. And we knew that they, too, preferred naturist sites with their caravan.

Quite soon, though, the mutual greetings were sated, and, although all four of us were panting slightly, we began to discuss things like the length of time we would be here, and relevant things like that.

But it was Mandy who said that we ought to celebrate with a night out, all together, a suggestion to which Tricia immediately agreed.

It was Tricia, though, who claimed that she had very little with her for going clubbing (or whatever the French equivalent to that was), and asked Mandy if they should not go out and buy something which would help make our reunion memorable. At least, that is what she told me she had said afterwards, for at the time all Charles and I knew was that Mandy had told him that she was borrowing the car to go out with Tricia on "women's business", whatever that might mean.

However, it was certainly agreed that we all went out to dine, and perhaps a bar afterwards, and after the two girls had disappeared Charles and I went to measure up the talent at the swimming pool.

Later on Charles and I went for a drink at the camp bar, now dressed in cotton trousers and polo shirts, whilst the two girls made themselves ready, putting on the make-up, and saying that they would come for us at the bar when they were ready.

We had not too long to wait, and soon the two girls appeared, but closer examination showed that their exhibitionist streak was once more to the fore.

There is little scope for exhibitionism in a nudist camp, as everything is there for all to see, and the whole atmosphere appears very nonchalant. But now they had dressed to go out the exhibitionist streak in them both was well to the fore.

Their top covering was simply a bandeau of sheer silk, allowing their breasts to be plainly seen, the covering actually emphasising rather than concealing their charms. Their skirts were fairly short, but not too much, although they had each chosen one with frontal buttoning. But, and this was the surprise, considering the outside temperature was warm enough for the rest of the camp still to be completely naked, they seemed to be wearing either fine black nylon stockings or tights!

In fact, I asked them both that question, to which came the answer I should have expected – "You will have to find out for yourselves, as we both know you will."

Anyway, we had decided to walk, as it was still such a balmy evening, and although we paired up there were occasional changes of partner as both Charles and I walked and chatted together, or I was with Tricia and the next minute with Mandy.

Eventually we found ourselves outside an enticing French restaurant, and sat down at a table for four. I do not remember what the meal was, exactly, but it was beautiful, and the wine tasted superb.

At the end of the meal the two girls rose to go to the toilet and "powder their noses" as the expression goes, and we told them that we would be waiting in the bar.

But on their return we had our first surprise. Mind you, knowing the two as we now did the word "surprise" was too strong a word. Besides adding fresh make-up, they were now walking back with the button-down skirts half-unfastened, revealing the answer to my question earlier – they both wore sheer black stockings, the tops of which were now on view, displayed with each step they took. In fact, when they suddenly decided to perch on high bar stools when they were only half-way towards us we could actually see the clasp and a little of the suspender contrasting to their naked thighs. 

But the reason they had decided to stop where they did was because two Frenchmen standing at the bar had evidently said something to them, whereupon they perched on the stools as the men called the barman over and ordered them both a drink! The men had their backs to us, but the two girls were half-facing, so we could see all their actions, although they were both looking at us in such a way as to imply that they did not know us. 

Their drinks arrived, some kind of cocktail, and the men now perched also on stools, but facing the two, who both shifted slightly, but it was to allow Charles and me a better view of them. 

It was Tricia, though who proved to be the more daring of the two for a brief second, as she looked at the two men, and even from that distance we could see that their eyes were being drawn to the leg display. Her move was to speak to them, and at the same time deftly snapping open a further button on the front of her skirt, which was now able to fall even more apart and openly reveal yet more of the jet-black suspender on her milk-white thighs above the stocking tops. 

Then one of the men said something to the barman, who answered and pointed to an alcove, whereupon the man said something to Tricia, who nodded, and turned to Mandy who was also nodding.

Next minute they had all stood up, clutching their drinks, and quickly made for the alcove and all four disappeared into it.

Charles and I were not too nonplussed at this – in fact we were amused. We knew the girls were able to look after themselves, and we doubted whether or not they would allow too much fooling around.

Nevertheless they had been gone for quite a few minutes until suddenly Mandy and one of the men appeared, and quietly moved onto the central area which was devoid of chairs or any other impediment. It was then we noticed that there had been background music playing all the time, as Mandy and her beau now began to clinch in a smoochy way, their lips almost touching until they actually met. It was then that Charles and I noticed that her partner had inserted one hand beneath her skirt from the waist at the back, and was busy fondling either her bare bottom or her miniscule panties which she sometimes wore. As he did this, though, she suddenly stopped and pressed her mouth to his in what was evidently a passionate kiss, making no move to object to the position of his hand!

In fact, his hand seemed to sink even lower and she responded by pressing her hips even closer to him as their lips visibly parted and their kiss grew more passionate. Of Tricia there was still no sign, but Mandy suddenly withdrew her mouth and said something again, whereupon they broke their dancing arrangement and began to walk back to the alcove side by side, although his hand was still reaching down the back of her skirt. But to our astonishment, and it was a little astonishment, as neither of us had thought that the girls would have gone so far so soon, we could plainly see, as could the rest of the crowd in the bar, that Mandy's skirt was now unfastened to the top fastening, this fastening being the only remaining button holding up the skirt. This meant that the whole of her lower body was on full view, the suspenders and stockings, and a puffy shaven pair of pussy lips which seemed to project themselves to all who wished to look!

But next second they had once more disappeared into the alcove, leaving Charles and me in absolute amazement.

But next minute and it was Tricia who was copying Mandy's scene by clinching with her partner on the "dance" floor, she, too, allowing an intrusive hand to vanish beneath the back of her skirt. But she had already gone one further than Mandy – her top had gone and she was completely bare-breasted!

Again came a kiss, similar to the passion showed by Mandy, followed once again by the spectacle of them parting and returning to the alcove with his hand still reaching for its goal. And again, like Mandy, her skirt was widely opened to reveal all to everyone.

Charles and I were now a little apprehensive. We looked at one another as if to think about what to do next, but we were interrupted as two extremely pretty girls came and stood between us. When they spoke we realised that they were English, which came as a relief as neither Charles nor I was too good with our French.

The first girl spoke. "Pardon us, but may we assume that those were your wives or girl-friends out on the dance floor just now? We suspect that from the particular way you were both looking, more in amusement then lust."

We agreed that the two were in fact our own wives, and then the second one spoke. "It's all right," she said, "but the two men are actually our husbands! We are over here on holiday, and we had challenged them to pick up two French girls, telling them that they would never be able to do so. It now appears that although the ones they have picked up are actually English, nevertheless they have certainly made some headway with them. More than we could ever have suspected!"

"Actually, I would rather suspect that they have been helped a great deal by picking those two!" Charles said.

To which I added, "In fact, they may have been led into the situation rather than the other way round."

The first girl, who had now introduced themselves as Linda and Sue, then said, "I would not wish to disturb them, but I do wonder how they are going on. Would you mind if we all sat at a table and waited for them to re-appear?"

We looked at them more closely as we all made our way to an empty table, taking our drinks with us. They were both in a similar age group to ours, sexily dressed, although not as unashamedly so as our two wives, but with plunging necklines which denoted the lack of a bra between them, and a shortish but modest hem-line framing two pairs of gorgeous legs. They saw us looking them over, and grinned. "Are you expecting us to go as far as your wives have done?" asked Sue. And Linda added, laughing as she did so, "We might! But only in the right circumstances!"

"And what would those be?" we asked.

Again it was Sue who said, "Only if we had our husbands' permission, naturally, and in view of what we imagine they are up to at present, I'll leave you to guess what their reactions might be!" And as she spoke she leaned back slightly and drew the hem of her short skirt upwards to reveal more of her thighs, but not high enough to allow her panties to be seen.

Just then, though, one of the men reappeared and was about to go to the bar when he noticed us. Sue beckoned him over, and introduced us quickly as the husbands of the girls he was with, and then introduced Jeff as her husband. He seemed a little apprehensive as she was doing this until I asked him if he was enjoying the company of my wife and her friend, telling him that Charles and I were thrilled to know that they were being well looked after.

And when Sue reassured him, too, he seemed more composed and even relieved! But when Linda asked if there was room in the alcove for all of us he told us that it was already cramped as it was, which was why they were having turns at dancing, or, as he was doing, coming to the bar for drinks. 

Linda chuckled, and said, "In that case you should ask Andy, if it is so cramped, to invite them back to the Villa. There is more room there," she continued, "and it is only a short walk from here. And I'm sure that Mel and Charles would walk there with us for our protection, as we would not wish to be molested – two girls on their own in a strange country." 

Jeff had quickly cottoned on to the real implications behind Linda's remarks, and his face showed how pleased he was.

"I'll tell Andy, now," he said, "but I shall ask him, too, to trust your two escorts. I'm sure that as they will be with you there cannot be any molestings." "Other than consensual ones," he added slyly, as he turned and disappeared once more into the alcove.

We waited for a short while, then the four of them appeared once more, although the girls were now dressed (if that is the right word) as they had been previous to entering the alcove.

Jeff and Andy looked across at Linda and Sue, and said, "See you shortly, then?"

"That depends," said Linda mysteriously. "It depends on whether or not we can find our way back. Do you remember Hansel and Gretel? They laid a trail of stones as they went through the forest to follow if they got lost."

Before anyone else could answer Mandy piped up: "If we leave a trail it will be because we cannot be bothered to pick anything up, such as stockings, skirts, and so on. So that will have to suffice as trail, won't it?"

And cheekily, Tricia chimed in, "And they will probably be mine, and to start with you can have my suspender belt and stockings – Andy was about to put them on again for me after Jeff had already taken them off! He said he did not want to ladder the stockings whilst I was lying on a rough table!" And she dropped the nonchalantly onto our table.

Then, blowing us kisses, they left the bar-room into the night. A few minutes later we four followed them out, and the two girls split up, so that I was with Linda and Charles was with Sue, as they led us along the already darkening road and towards the tree area. Once we were amongst the trees, though, Linda turned to me and said, "I'm afraid all that drink is making me want to pee. Would it embarrass you if I did it here in front of you?"

"Definitely not," I answered, "but it is dark enough to hide anything you would wish me not to see."

To which came the brazen reply, "It's all right – I have a torch in my bag – here!" and she held out a dinky little flashlight. But when I switched it on it was a very intense beam indeed. It must have been a halogen bulb.

"You will need that to look for my knickers afterwards," she laughed, "unless you hold them for me while I pee. And I can hold the torch whilst you take them off for me first," she added, taking it from me and using the other hand to raise her skirt to her waist. In the intense torch-light I saw she was wearing no more than a tiny sheer white triangle, held in place by two extremely thin pieces of elastic. As I gazed at it she said, "And you might find a little difficulty at first – it has a habit of slipping into my pussy when I walk, and I can feel that it has done so now. You will need to put your fingers inside it to pull it out."

As I did as I was bid her pussy felt hot and wet, with no rough stubble whatsoever to spoil the velvety smoothness of her shaved lips. She moaned as I caressed her there, then said softly, "But I do have to pee!" and I reluctantly pulled off the tiny scrap and watched her as she squatted in front of me with no embarrassment whatsoever.

When she had finished she stood up, still clutching her skirt to her waist, and then asked me to examine her to make sure that no grass had penetrated her pussy! What an excuse! I knelt down, being careful where I put my knees near the sodden ground, and then carefully prodded with my finger as my head lingered intimately close to her cunt, savouring the exciting aroma exuding from there, albeit mixed with the acrid smell of pee. Next second my lips took over the caressing as my tongue sneaked between the lips to take the place of my finger.

Suddenly she called out, "Bugger it! I can't wait until we get to the villa! Fuck me now, till I scream with joy!"

With that she flung herself to the ground, skirt still bunched at her waist, as I fell onto her eagerly, and fumbled as we both tried at the same time to free my imprisoned cock. But it was soon out, still and ravenous, as I thrust into her soft yielding cunt, until she climaxed with a cry which must have been heard even at the villa as we simultaneously came.

We lay for a while, side by side, on the cool grass, recovering and chatting, until Linda said, "I wonder how the others are going on? Charles and Sue should be at the Villa by now, unless they have stopped for nookie like we did. But in any case we have not seen any sign of clothing being dropped, unless Sue has picked it up. After all, they were in front of us, weren't they? But Jeff will be showing Mandy and Tricia his porn videos by now –and they are good. I've seen them half a dozen times so far on this holiday, and they still turn me on. And in case you are wondering, which I am sure you are not, - Yes. Tricia was fucked in the alcove. I saw cum trickling down her leg as we chatted."

I kissed her again, and we stood up to continue our stroll, but she insisted that I carry her miniscule knickers in my hand and that I was to sniff them from time to time.

When we arrived at the villa, though, the lights were blazing all round, and the door was open. On entering we almost stumbled over clothing which was strewn everywhere, but the sound of laughter and glasses clinking told us which room was seeing all the action.

As we entered, though, there were shouts and boos from the six naked people inside! "No clothes allowed in here!" cried Mandy, whom we could see was completely naked and on all fours as Andy pounded into her from behind, with an equally naked Sue sitting on a low stool with her fingers spreading out her pussy close to Mandy's mouth, whilst she herself was sucking off Charles.

The orgy had already begun! 

Linda and I were as naked as the rest in less than no time at all, and crossed the room to where Tricia and Jeff were sitting together, arms round one another, as they closely watched the antics of the other four. One of Tricia's hands was gently stroking Jeff's rigid cock, whilst one of his hands was beginning to make obscene squelches as it played with Tricia's glistening and dripping cunt lips.




Mandy: A Third Encounter



As we approached them Jeff took his hand away and offered his drenched fingers to me to taste, but Linda was quicker and pushed me out of the way to take his fingers into her own mouth instead.

"Does it taste nicer than Sue's? Or does it remind you of your own?" Jeff asked her with a grin.

"It is as nice as mine, I agree," she laughed back. "As for tasting nicer than Sue's, I haven't tasted hers for a day or so, therefore I would have to refresh my memory. But I could kiss Mandy on the lips instead, I suppose. She has certainly had a mouthful of Sue's, I can see."

After that I can hardly remember the sequence. First I was with one girl, then another. We all were. Sometimes we fucked, sometimes we "sixty-nined", sometimes we rested and watched, and at one time I even found myself fucking Tricia! It was different this time, though, for I had never known her cunt to be so slippery and hot, but on the other hand never before had she had so many cocks cumming into her in so short a space of time. And never before had I seen her so eager to lick pussy, especially immediately after they had been filled!

We must have slept at intervals, too, although most of the night I seemed to be fondling at least one of the girls or they were fondling me. I remember, though, that we did all drop off to sleep just as daylight seemed to be breaking, but this was short. I know that, because I woke up and found the others were stirring, too. Sue made coffee for us all, then we discussed, still naked, how to spend the day.

Tricia suggested that our new friends visit us at our camp-site. None of them had been to a nudist site before, and thought it a splendid idea, although we did explain to them that these sites are not as promiscuous as outsiders might think, but that nevertheless within certain boundaries there are occasions when a little fun can take place. Plus the fact that within one's own caravan there are no limits. I then told them the story, as an example, of my meeting with Lili and Michelle last year, and Tricia pricked up her ears – she had not known of that at all. But, on the other hand, she was not as sluttish then as she had now become.

"Will they be there again this year?" she asked me, to which I truthfully replied that I did not know, but that I hoped that they would. "So do I, in that case," she retorted.

Mandy then asked where that particular site was, and on telling her and Charles, they said that they, too, would like to spend some days there and also would hope to meet them.

Reluctantly, though, Jeff got dressed and went to the nearby baker's for some rolls for breakfast, and after his return, when we had all had a bite to eat we all dressed sufficiently to walk to the camp we had left on the previous evening.

As residents in the camp we had our own key through the gate, and so it was easy to smuggle the other three inside and to our caravans, where we all immediately stripped off, and obviously becoming less conspicuous by doing so! Then we all paired off, mainly to show the other four the camp-site and its facilities.

I accompanied Sue on this occasion, pausing whenever we were out of sight of anyone else for a quick kiss and fumble, although we dare not do too much of that in case I had an erection, which would be almost unthinkable in such a campsite. 

However, at the end of the tour we all met up in Mandy and Charles's caravan. It was a little squashed with eight of us, so Sue and I, and Linda and Charles went back to our caravan, leaving Tricia, Mandy, Jeff and Andy in Mandy's.

Once again we experienced a foursome, as Charles and I , beginning to feel a little sore by now, had our pleasures from our two new friends, who took pity on us as they could see that our cocks were beginning to flag a little, and suggested we all relaxed for a while after our first onslaught of the day.

It was like this when the other four came round, suggesting a swim in the camp pool, and I know that I, for one, and Charles for another, was pleased to be able to agree to the suggestion.

But it was while we were swimming that Linda came out with her suggestion. "You spent last night in our Villa. Shall we spend the night in your caravans?" 

We all agreed with her suggestion, but the rest of the day and the ensuing night would fill another story.



Mandy Always Gets Her Way



The morning before her 19th birthday, Mandy was outside tanning by the pool. She was probably thinking I was in my office, as was my usual schedule for that time of the morning, when I looked out the kitchen window and saw her strip off her bikini top.

My cock, already semi-hard, immediately started throbbing as I stared at the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. Full C cups, with delicious strawberry areolas, had my mouth watering to lick, suck and eat them up. I kept telling myself to look away, that it was wrong, and that she was my daughter, but my eyes stayed glued to Mandy's chest.

My cock was so hard that my jeans could hardly contain me. Finally I unsnapped my pants and stroked my cock. I knew I was close to cumming right then.

As I looked at Mandy, I saw her stroking sun block on her beautiful tits. Knowing she would be outside at least long enough for me to cum, I decided to jerk off right there in the kitchen so that I could admire her breasts.

I stroked my cock hard, imagining Mandy's mouth sucking me while I enjoyed her tits up close. I could feel my balls tightening and new any second I'd be cumming. I was so absorbed in my fantasy and my cock drenching my hand, that I didn't hear the backdoor open.

I looked up when I heard Mandy gasp. "Daddy?! What are you doing!"

"I'm sorry, baby," I said after stuffing my cock into my pants. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Really, what more could I say after she'd caught me jerking off in front of the kitchen window. I didn't know what to do.

Then before I could do or say anything else, Mandy ran to her room and slammed her door. 

I felt so ashamed that she had seen me. I wanted to go after her and try to explain, nut I knew she was too much like me to listen right now. I would just have to wait until she calmed down and came back out to tell her how truly sorry I was and that I wanted to make it up to her.

For the rest of the day, Mandy avoided me. I was afraid that she might continue to ignore me, even though tomorrow would be her birthday. We had had plans to spend the day together, but now I was not sure she would agree.

I was about to give up and get ready for bed when I heard Mandy coming down the stairs. When I looked up from the couch, I saw her standing at the bottom looking at me. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a little, almost see through, tank top and tiny pink shorts.

Forcing myself to remain calm, I said, "Hey, sweetie."

"Um, hi, Daddy." My little Mandy couldn't seem to look me in the eye, and this broke my heart. Because of me, our close relationship was broken.

"Daddy, can...um, can we talk," she said as she walked to sit next to me on the couch.

Swallowing I said, "Sure, angel. I think that is a good idea."

Mandy peeked at me, but still wouldn't look at me. Knowing I needed to apologize, I spoke up before she could say anything else.

"Sweetie, I'm very sorry about what you saw this morning. I never meant for you to see any of that."

"I'm sorry for just walking in like that, Daddy. I thought you were still in your office," Mandy whispered.

I rushed to interrupt because she had nothing to apologize for. "Mandy, honey, don't apologize. You had no way of knowing I was there or what I was doing. And I shouldn't have been doing that there, anyway. I'm very sorry, baby, and I wish there was some way I could make it up to you."

For the first time all day, Mandy looked at me and smiled. 

"Well, Daddy, I'm sure there is something you could do. Maybe an extra big present for my birthday?"

I jumped on this chance. "Sure, sweetie, anything you want, just name it."

"While we are out tomorrow, I will think of something for you to give me, Daddy." She jumped up from the couch and went to the stairs. "Goodnight, Daddy. See you in the morning."

And like that, she was gone. 

The next day, Mandy and I went to the mall, had lunch at the most expensive restaurant in town, and I spoiled her as much as possible. When we returned home we watched all of her favorite movies. 

When the last movie had ended, it was almost 11 o'clock, and I was getting sleepy. I also needed to jerk off because my cock was rock hard at spending so much time around Mandy. I suggested we both head for bed, and Mandy agreed.

When I heard Mandy's door close, I gave in to the need to release my cock. I was so hard and ready, there was pre-cum already soaking the tip. Thinking Mandy was in bed, I closed my eyes and pumped my cock in my hand. It wasn't going to take long for me to cum.

I jumped in guilt and rushed to cover myself when I heard Mandy's voice from the stairs.

"Daddy, I forgot to tell you what I wanted for my present."

Holding a pillow in my lap, I looked over at Mandy and choked, nearly swallowing my tongue. Mandy had come downstairs in the skimpiest blue underwear I had ever seen. Her bra barely held her delicious tits and I could almost see her areolas peeking about the lace cups. Her panties were sheer blue lace, showing off her bare pussy for all to see. I felt my cock jump under the pillow and groaned.

"Daddy," she said when I didn't immediately respond.

"Yes, sweetie," I said in a hoarse voice. "What is it that you wanted?"

Looking as if nothing was out of the ordinary, Mandy walked to me and squatted between my knees, putting her face even with my crotch.

"Well, Daddy, I thought long and hard about what you could give me that would make up for yesterday. I finally came up with the perfect gift," she said excitedly.

By now she was leaning forward and I could see her tits losing the battle with her bra. Her little nipples were hard little points; my mouth began drooling, wanting to suck on her sweet strawberries, and my cock twitched even more at where my thoughts were leading me.

I heard Mandy speaking again and struggled to listen to her.

"After seeing you jerk-off watching me, I knew I wanted to be the one to make you cum. I want you to teach me all the ways to make you cum, Daddy. I want to suck your cock and I want you to put it in my pussy. I've wanted this for so long, Daddy, and I know you want me, too. I want you as my birthday present, Daddy!"

I was so shocked by this that for a long time I couldn't answer her. When I didn't immediately respond, I saw Mandy's lips from a pout and her hand climbed up under the pillow hiding my cock. At her first touch, my cock almost exploded, making me groan. Of its own will my cock pushed into her warm palm and I knew I was lost.

Wrong as it was, I knew I was going to give in to what Mandy wanted. I looked down at her pouting lips, and said, "Are you sure, baby? Once we do this there will be no going back."

Her beautiful smile back on her face, Mandy looked up at me and said, "I know, Daddy. I love you very much. I have wanted this for a very long time. I thought I would never get you to notice that I was all grown up. I have saved myself for you, Daddy. You are the only man I want in my life."

Giving me no more choice, Mandy removed the pillow from my lap. She slowly stroked my aching cock, making more pre-cum leak from its head. Looking into my eyes, Mandy leaned forward and licked my cock from the base up, until she licked up the juice from my head.

"Mmm, Daddy, looks like your big, bad cock wants to cum out and play." The she sucked my cock into her mouth. As soon as my cock reached the back of her throat, I began cumming in great big wads. Feeling my cum spurting down her throat, Mandy purred in appreciation. She milked me for every last drop. I could see and feel her swallowing my cum, which made me cum even more. 

Finally getting the last drop from my cock, Mandy let my cock pop out of her mouth. She showed be the cum left in her mouth and I watched her swallow it then lick her lips.

"That was delicious, Daddy. Just like eating a lollipop, only better." She grinned at me and I couldn't resist pulling her up on top of me and kissing her delectable mouth.

After a minute I could feel her pussy rocking against my cock, which was again hard for her. Putting my had over her mound, I found her pussy dripping wet. I pushed aside you soaked panties and plunged two fingers into her. We both moaned at the delicious contact.

Looking up at my sexy baby girl, I see that she has already removed her bra and is pinching her nipples while riding my fingers in her pussy.

"Daddy wants to eat your pussy, baby. Would you let Daddy tongue fuck your sexy hole, baby girl?"

"Oh, yes, daddy, anything you want. Please suck my pussy, Daddy! Hurry!"

I pull my fingers out of her pussy and lay her down on the couch. On her back now, Mandy spread her thighs open for me and I see her wet pussy up close for the first time. Her juicy lips were wet and waiting for me and I can see her clit peeking through. Leaning down, I stroke her pussy with my tongue.

Mandy's hips rock up from the couch to follow my tongue, so I give her what she wants. I spread her lips and suck her tiny hard clit into my mouth, knowing it will make her cum. I can feel her pussy clenching and lap at the juices. Before she is finished I put my two fingers back into her pussy and latch on to her clit again.

I keep this up for the next five minutes giving my little girl 3 more climaxes before she begs me to stop.

"Daddy, ooohh, please, please, I can't take anymore. I need your big hard cock in my pussy now!" she screamed after the 4th climax.

As you already know, I could never deny my daughter anything she wanted, so I moved up her body and shoved my cock into her pussy, taking Mandy's virginity. She was so wet from my mouth and her climaxes that my cock slid all the way in until I was balls deep.

Both Mandy and I groaned at this delicious, intimate contact. After a minute I began pounding into her pussy. "Harder, Daddy. Ooooohh, Daddy faster, harder. Make me cum, Daddy."

Following Mandy's directions I pounded into her pussy harder and faster. I could hear her pussy juices squishing between us and felt my balls slap her ass with every thrust. 

I then feel my balls tighten and know I'm about to cum. "I'm going to cum, baby!" I shout.

"Yes, Daddy, cum in your baby's pussy. Cum in my pussy and make me a baby, Daddy. I love you!" Mandy yelled as her pussy clutched my cock as she came. That was all it took for me to explode in her pussy. I could feel Mandy's pussy clench so tight around my cock, milking me for all I had to give. 

After Mandy and I finally started to catch our breath again, I leaned over her and whispered, "I love you, Sweetie. I hope you enjoyed your birthday."

Smiling up at me, Mandy whispered back, "This was the greatest birthday ever and you were the best give any girl could receive, Daddy. Thank you. I love you, too, Daddy"

After this night, Mandy and I spent many wonderful years together. Daddy got to spend all his time with his beautiful baby girl, doing what the both loved most....Each other. :)



Mandy & Brandy



The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was the birds singing their Good Morning song. My dreams were full of Mandy and the things I had hoped we would do to each other. I could only hope that someday it would happen.

When I woke up the sun was shining through the blinds of the hotel room. I reached over and found no warm bodies next to me. I sat up and Dan and Jim were both gone. I through the blanket around me and walked to see if the trucks were still there. I was relived to see that Jim’s Chevy Z71 was still parked in the same spot. I glanced around the room and saw a note. I read it only to find out the guys went to go get breakfast and they didn’t want to wake me, that they would be back soon. I felt very sore so I emptied the hot tub and filled it with steaming hot water and climbed in. The water and jet streams felt so good on my body. All the sex from the day before was finally catching up.

My vagina and rectum felt like it was on fire, they both had been fucked hard the night before. I laid there and tried to remember all the details of my sweet dreams of Mandy.

I couldn’t get all the details straight but remembering as much as I could was making my nipples hard and goose bumps run up and down my body. I went to touch my pussy but it was too raw to even touch. So I laid my head back and thought of the dreams again.

I guess I must have dozed off, because I never heard the guys come in. Dan came over to me and kissed my head and told me to wake up before I drowned. I woke with a startle, Dan patted my shoulder to reassure me I was safe and it was just them. Jim handed me a towel and I slowly got out. I was in a lot of pain and it showed. Dan asked if I was all right and I told him yea but I’m very sore. 

They both gave me a sympathy look and Dan said well there goes our morning sex. I told him I was sorry but he said he was just joking and today I should rest. Jim handed me a McDonalds bag, I shook my head and told him I wasn’t hungry. Boy was that the biggest mistake I ever made, they both yelled at me and told me I needed my energy back and that if I didn’t eat they would hold me down and force feed me. I took the food this time and slowly nibbled on the hash brown and drank the orange juice. 

It was about 11 when we finished eating. The guys quickly cleaned up the room and got all our stuff together. Dan and Jim talked about doing this again some time and shook hands. Jim came over to me and kissed me and said that I was everything he imagined I would be and that Dan was a lucky man again. We all walked out the door together and went to our trucks. I looked back at Jim and he smiled waved and winked, I waved back and got in the truck. I was to sore to reach over and open Dan’s door and he got in and kissed me and said he understood. We pulled out of the parking lot and drove back to his place.

When we pulled in and parked Dan told me to stay put he came around the other side and opened the door and helped me out of the truck. Sometimes he could be a controlling asshole but times like these I loved him. We walked upstairs and went in. I went to put the stuff away but Dan grabbed the stuff and led me to the couch and told me to lie down and not move unless I had to pee. He handed me the remote and told me to stay put while he took a shower. I laid back and closed my eyes and the only thing I saw was Mandy.

Why was she in every dream and almost every thought I had since we met yesterday?

I could feel my body starting to heat up and my nipples got hard again. God this had to stop I couldn’t relieve myself, I was too sore to touch myself. 

Dan came out and kissed me and asked me if I minded if he went and played a few rounds of golf with his Top. I told him no that I didn’t mind. Dan kissed me again and told me he would be back in about 4 hours and walked out the door. When I heard him pull out I jumped off the couch and went to the bedroom and got Mandy’s phone number out from the pillowcase where I had hid it. 

I grabbed the walk around and laid back on the couch and hesitated about calling her. I didn’t want to hurt Dan but this woman was dominating all my thoughts. I had to find out why. I pushed the talk button and pushed it off. I must have done this 3 or 4 times before I got the courage to call. I heard the phone ring and was just about to turn it off when I heard her sexy voice say hi Brandy. I quickly put the phone back up to my ear and said hi.

Mandy asked how I was and I told her sore and tired, she asked why and I went on to tell her what had happened the night before. For some reason I didn’t feel ashamed telling her what I did. Mandy told me she understood and that’s why she only had sex with men every once in awhile. I asked her if she preferred females and she made me blush by saying she preferred me. I felt my pulse increase and my body temperature rise; I was getting so aroused just talking to her.

Mandy asked where my master was and I told her golfing. She said so you’re all alone? I told her yes and she asked for how long I told her about 4 hours. Mandy paused for a minute and asked if she could come over. I was shocked; I didn’t know what to say. How was I going to explain her being there if Dan came home, but on the other hand the thought of her in the same room with me alone was very appealing. Mandy asked if I was still there and I said yes, she asked yes to what? I said to both. Mandy squealed in delight and asked me for the directions, I gave them to her and she said she’d be here in 15 minutes. 

I quickly got up and jumped into the shower and quickly watched my hair and body and did a quick reshave of legs and pussy. I rinsed off and got out, as I was drying off I heard a knock at the door. I wrapped the towel around me and went to the door. I asked who it was and a voice that sent shivers through my body said its Mandy. I opened the door and she walked in. When she saw that I was only wearing a towel, she smiled and told how sexy I looked. I told her thank you and to have a seat in the living room while I put some clothes on. 

Mandy said I didn’t have to put clothes on, I looked fine just the way I was. I blushed and said I had to and walked into the bedroom and threw on a pair of Dan’s boxers and one of his long t-shirts. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth and walked back out to the living room. 

Mandy was sitting on the couch and when she saw me she let out a low moan. I sat beside her and proceeded to tell her about my dreams and the thoughts I was having of her. I told her that I felt bad and didn’t think I should be thinking these thoughts about her. Mandy asked why I shouldn’t be and I told her because of Dan. Mandy smiled and said what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. 

I was getting a little uncomfortable so I quickly changed the subject by asking her if she wanted a drink, I went to get up and she grabbed my hand and pulled me back down and closer to her so that we were face to face.

I was looking into her beautiful blue eyes and feeling her warm soft breath on my face. Mandy took her hand and moved the hair off my shoulder and moved it behind my back, as she gently caressed the back of my neck. Oh it felt good having her hand touch me, my nipples were the first to react. Mandy grabbed my hair lightly and pulled me closer and she kissed me lightly. I tried to move back but she whispered it’s all right I won’t hurt you. She kissed me again but this time a little harder and when she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue against my lips, my whole body went crazy. Mandy used her tongue to part my lips enough for her to touch my teeth with her tongue. 

I clenched my teeth but when she pulled my hair back I opened my mouth and unclenched my teeth. Mandy took that brief moment to slip her tongue in my mouth. When our tongues met I felt electricity run from her body to mine and it went right to my nipples then to my sore pussy down to my toes. I closed my eyes and just let our tongues probe and the electricity run through my body. I felt so free of worry and so turned on I thought I was going to explode.

Mandy stopped kissing me and when she looked at me she had this tender but lustful look in her eyes, she asked me if I liked kissing her and it was like a cat had my tongue all I could do was nod. Mandy but her hand on my chest and pushed me back on the couch and moved my legs so that they were on the couch. She laid on me and kissed me again, having her this close to me was making every hormone I had stand up and say YES. Our bodies were almost one. I could feel Mandy grinding her body into mine. I ran my hands down her back until I got to the bottom of her shirt and I lifted it up and when I touched her warm soft skin she let out a soft purr and grinded her pussy right into mine. 

The fabric of my shorts hit my g-spot and made me buck into her. For what seemed like hours I ran my hands up and down her back and we grinded our mounds together. When I grabbed the back of her hair she started moving on me in circles. I could tell she was about to cum because her eyes were closed tight and she was moaning through her clenched teeth, seeing how close she was and feeling her pelvic bone grind into me, I felt my own orgasm coming to. Mandy started moving faster and harder and I met every move she made until I could take no more. 

When I came I tilted my head back and she came after me, biting my neck softly and moaning when she did. We laid there flushed and breathing hard for a few minutes, me on my back and her on her side with her leg over mine. Mandy started running her fingers up and down from my neck to my stomach. I opened my eyes and turned my face towards her and slipped my tongue into her mouth, she grabbed my tongue and started sucking on it. 

My body was again reacting to her touch and her hands were rubbing and pressing hard to me. She reached the bottom of my shirt and put her hand up it. My body felt hotter then it had ever before felt. She ran her smooth hand up between my breasts and her wrist grazed my nipple, my body reacted with shivers and she smiled. She rubbed my chest very softly but never touching my erected nipples. I leaned my head back and bit my lip in agony. Finally she used her fingers to tweak my nipple and it caused me to moan loudly. She played with my nipple till it was as hard as it could be then she played with the other until it reached it’s peak also.

I was so turned on that when her tongue met mine I latched on to it and rolled over on my side. Our bodies were face to face and tit to tit. I ran my hand down the side of her body and back up the front. I slid my hand between her squished 38C tits and up to her chin, I tilted her head back and ran my tongue down her neck till I reached the collar line to her shirt. I put my hand behind her and adjusted her so that she was on the bottom and I was on the top.

I kissed and rubbed my body into hers and worked my tongue back down her neck. I wanted to suckle on those perfect shaped tittles. I ran my hands and mouth down her shirt till I got between her breasts then I slowly kissed my way over until I felt her hard nipple under the fabric. I nipped and sucked at it until she was moaning and at was showing through the shirt, I worked my way over to the other one and made it match it’s twin.

I worked my way farther down and got to the end of the shirt and used my teeth to move it up then I kissed and licked her stomach. I could feel her rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I worked my up her stomach until my knee was point blank with her hot mound and my face was right between her luscious melons. I grinded my knee into her crotch softly and she let out a loud purr. I kissed between her tits and around them and used my tongue to work around the nipples, all the while her pussy was gyrating against my knee.

I could torture her and myself no longer and I latched on to her nipple working it between my teeth, boy did she buck, her head went back and she let out a loud moan. I continued suckling her nipple and I moved over to the other one. I used my hand to caress her other tit while my tongue and teeth tortured the other one. 

Mandy couldn’t see me suckling her tits so she pushed me back and sat up. I knew what she wanted so I grabbed her shirt and slowly took it over her head and threw it on the floor. Then I saw how perfectly shaped her stomach and tits really were. I let out a sigh of awe and kissed and licked her stomach and worked my way up to her tits again. 

Mandy pushed me back up and told me it was only fair she got to see mine too. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt the same time as her and we pulled it off together and threw it in the same direction as hers. Mandy grabbed my arms and pulled me back down to her. When our nipples met my heart raced. Her skin was so soft and her nipples were as hard as mine were. We kissed as our nipples played tag. I moving my pussy all around hers and when I thought I was going to come. Mandy whispered that she wanted to feel all of me on her.

I was kind of hesitant at first but when I looked into her eyes and saw the lust I knew I had too please her. I sat up and helped her to her feet and as I unbuttoned her shorts she was kicking off her shoes. By the time I got her pants completely unzipped she had my shorts down by my feet. I finished removing her shorts. I had to catch my breath at the sight of her standing there completely nude. Mandy took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. I tried to stop her, I told her that I couldn’t do it in Dan’s bed that is was bad enough I was doing this behind his back but to do this was really wrong. 

Mandy gave me a wink and pushed me up against the wall and kissed me so hard and passionately that Dan was the last thing on my mind.

I let Mandy lead me over to the bed, and I sat on the edge. Mandy kneeled between my legs, I looked down at her and she smiled and put her hand on my chest and pushed me back. I felt her mouth whisper that she was going to make me feel better then Dan ever could and that by the time she was done with me Dan would be a distant memory.

I thought to myself, that would never happen I loved Dan way too much. Then I felt it. Oh God did it feel good.

Mandy was kissing and licking the top of my foot, I felt the shivers run up my body as her tongue moved over to the other one. Mandy ran her finger up the bottom of my foot and I jumped. I grabbed her hair and told her I was ticklish and not to do it again She gave me a puppy dog look and I saw the grin slowly cross her hot mouth.

Mandy told me to lie back down. I did as she asked and she put her tongue back on me. I closed my eyes as her tongue worked its way up. When Mandy got to the top of my thigh she stuck her nose to my pussy and inhaled. Sparks ran up my body when I felt her hot breath whisper into me that she bet I tasted as sweet as I smelled and she quickly ran her tongue down my pussy. I jerked my body away from her mouth and she looked at me and told me that was nothing compared to what was in store.

I thought oh shit I’m I in trouble as she worked back down my thigh and up the other one.

This time Mandy didn’t stop just at the thigh, she worked her tongue and body all the way up. Our tongues met as our pussy’s touched each other. I could feel her warmth and moisture on my swollen clit. As our bodies touched and my hands ran up and down her body our pussy’s rubbed against each other making us moan in pleasure and torment. 

Mandy asked me if I was ready to touch the stars and I whimpered yes as she licked down my neck. Feeling her teeth clasp on my nipple made my pussy moister. As she worked he way down I looked at her and she was smiling teasingly. As her lips got to my pelvic bone she ran her finger down my slit and flicked my swollen button, my body reacted with goose bumps and shivers. Mandy got to my wet opening and dipped her finger in me never going all the way in just moving the tip in and out fast and gently. 

I was sure if she kept this up I would blow. Mandy must have known my thought so she shoved her finger fully into me. I bucked and my head went back and I bit my lip so just not to cry out from the pleasure. Mandy said damns your wet as hell as she slipped another finger in me. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face to muffle the moans. Mandy removed her fingers and yanked the pillow off me and said she wanted to see the pleasure on my face.

Mandy put her fingers back in me and added another one and I threw my head back and clutched my teeth and eyes. I felt her hot breath very close to my clit and I looked down and she stuck her tongue out and lapped me. Oh God did it feel great. Her tongue worked my clit; I could feel her tongue ring flicker against it every once in awhile. Her tongue and fingers worked perfectly in and around me. I felt the blood rush to my head and as it worked its way back down the tingles and the numbness took over. 

Mandy grabbed my clit between her lips and started sucking on it moving her head back and forth like a dog with a chew toy and I came so hard my head felt like it weighed a ton and my body was covered in goose bumps. I let out a moan that I’m sure the neighbors heard. I tried to get away from her because she didn’t stop she kept licking and sucking and ramming her fingers deep in me. My pussy was so sensitive that my body jerked with ever movement of her tongue and fingers.

I grabbed her hair and tried to pry her away from me but she fought me and just worked me harder and faster. I couldn’t take it my body was going crazy and then she stopped fingering me. I thought it was over until she grabbed my legs and lifted them up. I felt her tongue work its way down to my very juicy hole and she stuck her tongue deep in me working it in and out. I had never felt anything like this she was getting her tongue deeper and deeper into me. I felt my orgasm tearing through me like a tidal wave. 

I screamed that I was going to cum again and she whispered yes baby let me taste your sweet nectar and when I came she fucked me harder and deeper with her tongue. I came so hard I left claw marks on the headboard and I wailed like a banshee. I begged her to stop that my body couldn’t take no more but she just grunted and moved her tongue in circles inside me like she was trying to get every bit of juice.

Mandy slowed her tongue down and I removed my fingers from the headboard. My heart beat and pulse was ringing in my ears and my whole body was numb. I looked down at her and she had this look like the torture wasn’t over yet. All of a sudden she smiled and worked her tongue down to my pucker hole and licked all around it. The feeling was like no other. I begged her to please not do this but she continued probing my ass with her tongue. 

Mandy slipped her tongue in my hole and my body went into a whole new level of horniness.

I could feel her hard tongue opening my tight hole and feel it trying to completely reach inside me.

I begged her through clenched teeth to stop. But she just continued until I was lubed enough to slip a finger into my tight wet ass. I tried to get away but she just fingered my hole harder and faster until I didn’t want to go anywhere. Mandy moved her mouth back up to my clit and started sucking on it harder then before. 

I couldn’t take it my head was going numb again. Then Mandy put another finger in my ass and put 2 in my pussy and fucked me hard and I do mean hard. I was being crammed in both holes with her tongue and teeth working my clit. It came with such a gusto that my mind wasn’t prepared for it. Mandy must have felt it coming because she quit with my clit and removed her fingers from my pussy. She put her tongue deeper into my pussy and put another finger in my ass. 

I came so hard that my nipples were and inch and half off my chest and my body had goose bumps everywhere. The shivers and shakes I got were like and earthquake. My juices erupted like a volcano. I heard Mandy say oh God you taste great and I blacked out.




Mandy & Brandy



When I came out of it Mandy was gone. I was tempted to call her name but thought twice in case Dan had come home. I but my hands under the pillow to adjust it and found a small note.

It said:

Brandy,

I had a great time. Come to my house tonight at 8pm for a complete workout. Will call you later to give you the address.

You tasted great 

Mandy.

Stay tuned for # 2 of Mandy and I



Mandy & Carol: The Older Gentleman



Here’s the second installment of Mandy and Carol’s exhibitionist adventures. I want to thank those readers who sent comments on the first story, The Exhibitionist’s Revenge. Hope you find his story enjoyable.

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Carol awoke when the bright sun began shining through the bedroom window of the one bedroom apartment she was sharing with Mandy. She stretched and the silk sheet that had covered her nude form slid away revealing her perfectly proportioned body. The silk felt cool against her skin. 

She looked to the other side of the bed where her roommate, Mandy, was beginning to stir. Like her, Mandy was also naked. They had enjoyed a sexual marathon the night before, falling asleep exhausted in each other’s arms. The toys they had used to pleasure each other were scattered on the floor around the bed.

“Hey lover, are you going to sleep all day?” Carol said as she slid her body next to Mandy’s in a spoon position. She took delight in feeling Mandy’s perfect bottom against her loins. Her arm wrapped around Mandy’s waist and her hand found one of Mandy’s 34B size breast. She squeezed lightly.

“Ummmmm” Mandy softly moaned turning her head slightly. “This is a nice way to wake up. I got dibs on the shower.”

“Maybe we could get clean together," suggested Carol as she leaned forward and gave Mandy a light kiss.

Both girls sat up and slowly got out of bed. Today was Saturday and they had the whole weekend ahead of them. They planned on doing some mall shopping but other than that their weekend was free. They were young and vibrant and would probably go out to one of the local bars and tease the men who would undoubtedly crowd around them.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Mandy said. “You’d try and get something started and I probably wouldn’t be able to resist. It’s already nine o’clock and the mall opens in an hour.”

“Alright you win," replied Carol. “You go first and I’ll fix us some coffee and bagels and straighten up in here. Don’t take all the hot water though, I’m going to need some too.”

Mandy strolled to the bathroom putting on a show along the way for Carol who watched with rapt attention. She was not sorry that she had invited Carol to share her apartment. Although they had only known each other for slightly over a month they got along like lifelong best friends. Not only were they sexually compatible, they shared other interests and worked at the same prestigious law firm. 

They were considered heroines by most of the office staff. Word had gotten around that they were the prime reason that David, a former employee, had gotten fired. Although not all of the details were publicly known the whole office was glad to get rid of the office asshole and nobody paid any attention to the suspected physical attraction that existed between the two girls.

Mandy adjusted the temperature and water pressure and stepped under the water. The warm spray woke her up completely and she began to soap her luscious body. Her smooth skin felt alive and she momentarily regretted turning down Carol’s offer of a joint shower. She wetted her shoulder length blonde hair and grabbed the shampoo and began to lather it. 

“Coffee’s up” yelled Carol so she could be heard over the sound of running water. “Are you about done in there?” 

She had slipped on a short silk robe and tied it loosely around her waist. Her unrestrained breasts, slightly larger than Mandy’s, measuring 36B were free to move about as she busied herself in the kitchen. Her always-erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.

“Sure the shower is all yours," replied Mandy as she finished rinsing the shampoo from her hair. “Want me to leave the water running?”

Mandy stepped from the shower grabbing a soft towel just in time to see Carol enter the bathroom door. She started drying herself and Carol reached for her wet bottom. 

“No you don’t, we haven’t got time,” she said jumping out of reach. “Get in the shower and clean that terrific body. We’ve got the whole weekend for fun and games.”

“Oh Mandy, you’re so stingy. All I wanted was a quick feel to tide me over," Carol said as she removed her robe and stepped into the shower.

“Didn’t I give you enough last night?” Mandy said with a smile. 

“That was last night, we’re starting on a brand new day Dear," answered Carol as she quickly lathered her body. 

“Well you’re just going to have to wait until later. I want to get my shopping done early. I’m going to get dressed now. Don’t spend all day in there soaping “it” up. It will just make you hard to live with for the rest of the day” Mandy said as she departed the bathroom. She went to their bedroom. After donning a pair of ‘Hanes Her Way’ panties she selected a thin belly shirt and short skirt for her wardrobe. Both items showed her perfect figure and were designed to attract attention to her.

Carol finished her solo shower. She selected an outfit that was comparable to Mandy’s. Soon she and Mandy were dressed and ready to go shopping. 

Chapter 2

They arrived at the mall shortly after it opened. They could feel the admiring stares from both men and women as they made their way arm-in-arm to the Victoria’s Secret store. Once there, they fawned over the many different underwear sets and other sexy female items. “Ooooh, you would look absolutely delicious in this” Carol said holding up a bright blue bra and panty set. The panty was cut to hug a female bottom and the bra was strapless and hooked in the front.

“Oh I know,” replied Mandy. “There are just so many nice things here. How’s a girl to choose?”

“Well we can’t buy them all," said Carol. “I’ll tell you what. You buy something you would like to see me in and I’ll do the same for you. Surprise is always nice.”

Having devised a plan both girls went their separate ways as they searched for the perfect present, trusting in each other’s good taste.

After completing their purchases at Victoria’s Secret, Mandy and Carol wandered the mall taking pleasure in the awed looks of their fellow shoppers. One man, who was obviously many years older, seemed to be paying particular attention to them. 

“I think you’ve got one on the hook," Carol said pointing out a silver-haired and bearded man to Mandy. “Want to give him a real show?”

“Sure that could be fun. He is a real looker," said Mandy. “Besides I just love older men.”

“Just follow my lead,” said Carol as she purposely dropped her purse.

Both girls bent over to retrieve the purse causing their short skirts to ride up and reveal their panty clad rear ends. Looking through their legs they watched the older man stare openly at the sight he had just been presented with. His hand went immediately to his crotch and he openly adjusted his growing erection.

“Did you see that?” Mandy asked rising. “He’s getting worked up. Lets see how excited we can get him.”

Carol wrapped her arm around Mandy’s waist and pulled her close. She gave Mandy a quick peck on the lips knowing that it was every man’s fantasy to have a sexual encounter with two willing girls. Together, with the older man in tow, the girls made their way to the food court within the mall. They got some McDonalds coffee to make their stay in the food court legitimate and found a free table that was mostly hidden from view almost completely surrounded by live trees. 

The older man watched intently as Mandy and Carol sat down at their selected table. He selected a table directly in front of the girl’s table that had an unobstructed view of Mandy and Carol. He smiled and leaned back with his hand in his lap. He was prepared to watch whatever show the girls decided to put on.

Mandy was flush with excitement. She spread her legs and watched the older gentleman’s face as her skirt rose up her luscious legs. Carol immediately sensed her excitement and placed her right hand on Mandy’s left thigh squeezing lightly.

“Let’s show him what we bought," Carol whispered in Mandy’s ear. “He ought to get a kick out of that.”

“Great idea” replied Mandy bending at the waist to retrieve her bag plainly marked with the Victoria’s Secrets label. She was acutely aware that her loose fitting belly shirt fell away presenting the older gentleman with an unobstructed view of her perky breasts with their pink erect nipples.

Her actions produced the desired effect. She saw the older man, whom she thought was extremely handsome, rubbing the hard object hidden by his clothes.

“Here’s what I would love to see you in,” said Mandy as she retrieved a white lace full body stocking from her bag. “I think you would look terrific in this." 

“Ummmm, you’ve got excellent taste," replied Carol as she examined the item. “I see it’s crouch less. That will make it a perfect play suit.”

“I’ve showed you yours now you have to show me mine," said Mandy. “Did you see him playing with himself as I bent over? I think we ought to take him home with us. That bulge he’s hiding in his trousers looks inviting.”

“Yes dear, I saw him looking at your boobs. You’re such a tease," replied Carol. I’m going to show him mine now. This feels so good. I’m starting to get wet.”

Carol slid her chair forward so their audience would get the best view possible. She made a deliberate show of bending over to retrieve her bag, likewise labeled Victoria’s Secrets. 

Her unrestrained breasts were free to move and one escaped the confines of her loose fitting top. Looking directly at the older gentleman she slowly moved her hand to her breast and placed it back where it belonged squeezing softly as she did so.

Both girls could see that this was almost more than the older gentleman could stand. He was openly rubbing the bulge in his trousers under the table and had a wild smile on his face. He watched the show the girls were putting on for him as he licked his lips in a lewd fashion.

Carol sat up and pulled a pair of yellow, silk, see-through panties from her bag. She held the panties up for Mandy to see. 

“These come with a bra, garter belt, and matching stockings," Carol said as she passed the panties to Mandy. 

Mandy took the panties from Carol’s hands giving her an open kiss in the process.

“Oh, I love them already," she said. “I think I ought to try them on right now."

“You wouldn’t dare," replied Carol. “Somebody besides our friend might see you and complain.”

“That just makes it more exciting," replied Mandy as she removed the tags from the panties. Raising both her hips and skirt she slid her fingers in the elastic band of her panties. With one fluid motion she pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, all the time looking at the older gentleman. He was avidly watching the show aware of the privilege he was being afforded. 

Teasingly, Mandy slid her panties the rest of the way down and completely removed them, placing them in her bag. She spread her legs slowly and gently rubbed the blonde hair that was now visible to the world. 

Carol took advantage of the situation. Sliding her chair closer to Mandy’s she placed her hand on Mandy’s thigh. Slowly she slid her hand up toward Mandy’s moist center and cupped it in her hand. She leaned forward and slowly kissed Mandy. Mandy responded by opening her mouth and tasting the sweetness of Carol’s tongue.

Soft moans escaped Mandy’s lips as Carol slipped her finger and thumb inside Mandy’s pussy surrounding her clit. She supplied gentle pressure and began to move her hand up and down in an attempt to force an orgasm. The surroundings, coupled with Carol’s hand movements, did the trick in short order.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I’m cummmmming," moaned Mandy as her body trembled. Carol crushed her lips to Mandy’s to suppress the sounds. It wouldn’t do for the other patrons of the food court to become interested in the happenings at their table.

“Ohhhhhhh, Baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please,” cried Mandy softly so that only Carol could hear.

Carol continued her hand movements until Mandy signaled she had had enough by squeezing her legs together tightly and grabbing Carol’s hand. 

“That was so intense, Carol," said Mandy as her passions slowly subsided.

“Here you should probably put these on now," said Carol passing the newly purchased panties to Mandy. 

Taking the see-through panties in her hand Mandy bent over, once again baring her breast to the older gentleman. Lifting her feet she slipped them through the openings in the panties and pulled them up over her thighs. She stood up slowly and, lifting her short skirt, pulled the sheer panties the rest of the way up. The yellow panties complete masked her blonde pussy hair and it appeared that she was completely shaven. Her pouting blood-engorged lower lips were clearly visible to the older gentleman.

Mandy sat back down and smooth her skirt. She watched her admirer, walking stiffly as he adjusted his rather sizeable bulge, approach their table. 

“Allow me to introduce myself," he said extending his hand. “My name is Jack and I’ve certainly been enjoying the show you lovely ladies have put on for me. I believe you two have enjoyed it as much as I have.” 

Carol was first to react. She placed her hand in Jack’s and smiled at him as he brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it, tasting Mandy’s love juices in the process. 

“Won’t you join us," she said before Mandy had a chance to say otherwise.

Jack responded by pulling out an extra chair and sat down taking Mandy’s hand in his, holding it lightly. “And you, my dear, were particularly inspiring. You have a most beautiful body and I can see that you enjoy showing it off in public.” 

Mandy felt her face flush. She had to admit to herself that Jack was right. She could feel the warmness emanating from her loins and felt an immediate attraction to Jack. He seemed to be sure of himself and totally in control of the situation.”

“I’ll bet those new panties you put on for me are already wet," he said still addressing Mandy. “I can see that you girls are best friends.” I’d like to take you both out for a night on the town”

Carol was intrigued with the offer. She looked at Mandy who was blushing and had a dreamy look on her face. Mandy met her gaze and Carol could see her eyes saying yes.

“Well we don’t normally respond favorably to such offers on such short notice but we seem to have established a rapport. We’d be happy to be your guests,” said Carol.

“Fine, shall we say about eight then? We can go anywhere you wish. I will consider it an honor to escort you. All I need is an address where I can pick you up and your telephone number in case we need to adjust our plans.

Fishing around in her purse Carol found a pen and piece of paper. She hurriedly wrote down the requested information. She offered the paper to Jack who took it and looked at it briefly. He leaned over the table and pulled Carol close. She closed her eyes and opened her moist lips slightly as he kissed her, his tongue finding hers. He repeated the procedure with Mandy.

On an impulse Jack reached into Mandy’s bag and cupped her slightly used panties in his hand. He quickly slid them in the side pocket of his jacket. “I guess that and these will have to tide me over until this evening," he said placing his hand in his jacket pocket. I’ll pick you up sharply at eight. Wear something sexy. I want to show you off”

With that he stood and quickly walked away thankful for his good luck.

Chapter 3

Jack arrived at Mandy and Carol’s apartment promptly at eight. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently as Mandy hurried to answer the door. 

“Hi Jack," said Mandy as she wrapped her arms around him tilting her head and offering her lips to him. “Come on in, we’re almost ready. Have a seat while we finish up.”

Jack entered the apartment and sat on the sofa. Just like all women he thought. It’s not in their nature to be on time. He knew that it would be worth the wait. Both girls were exceptional beauties.

He was not disappointed. Mandy entered the living room and paraded in front of him. Her beauty took his breath away momentarily.

She had obviously chosen to wear the underwear set that Carol had bought for her. The yellow stockings were visible above a pair of black boots that reached just below her knees hiding her perfectly sculptured calves. Above the boots she wore a short black skirt that barely covered her loins. It would be extremely difficult for her to sit and not reveal her secrets to anyone looking. A matching black sleeveless blouse completed her dress for the evening.

She approached Jack and sat on his lap. Running her fingers through his silver hair and beard she leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. Jack placed his hand on her outer thigh and returned her kiss, their tongues dancing with each other. Jack looked between Mandy’s legs where her skirt did little to hide the pretty treasure there. His hand went immediately to her panty-clad pussy clearly visible through the sheerness of the panties. He caressed her mound softly.

“Not now Jack," said Mandy as she placed the offending hand around her waist. “We’ve got the whole evening and you promised to show us the town.”

Carol chose that moment to enter the living room. She approached the sofa and turning around said, “Don’t you two start without me. How do I look?”

She was dressed in a pair of hip-hugging black shorts. She was braless and had chosen a matching shirt, mostly unbuttoned, that was tucked in the waistband of the shorts. The lace of the body stocking Mandy had bought for her highlighted her long sexy legs. Her feet were encased in a pair of strap-only high heel shoes. 

She joined Jack and Mandy on the sofa sliding under Mandy’s long legs and snuggling close to Jack. She reached up and pulled Mandy’s head close to hers and kissed her open mouth. 

Jack was amazed at their openness in front of him. Their kiss was highly erotic and was having a positive effect on him. Mandy could feel his growing erection poking her cute bottom.

“We’d better stop or Jack won’t be able to control his physical attraction to us," she said as she wiggled her cute behind on Jack’s lap. “We wouldn’t want to cause an accident.”

“Don’t worry girls. With age comes control," said Jack pulling both girls close to him in a group hug. “I take it you lovely ladies are ready and I can show you off at the local hotspots.”

“We are sooooo ready,” replied Carol standing and pulling Mandy off Jack’s lap. “Come on, girlfriend. Let Jack up so he can show us a good time”

Jack and Mandy stood up and the girls grabbed their rather large purses. Jack escorted both girls outside to his waiting Lexus limo, which was complete with driver. He was a perfect gentleman and opened the door allowing all three to slip into the luxurious leather interior of the car’s back seat. 

The car impressed the girls tremendously. They immediately realized that not only was Jack physically attractive but was obviously wealthy.

Jack offered the girls a drink from the small but well stocked mini-bar. “Well girls, would you like to see a show or shall we go bar hopping?”

“Bar hopping," was the reply in unison from both girls.

Jack gave the appropriate commands to the limo driver who smoothly pulled away from the curb.

Chapter 4

The evening passed quickly. They had started at the most popular nightspot in town and went to several others as the mood struck them. Mandy and Carol were impressed that Jack had had no problem gaining entrance. He seemed to be recognized wherever they went. Their entrance had drawn attention from each nightclub’s patrons both because of the girl’s beauty and dress and the fact that an older gentleman escorted them.

The loud music made conversation impossible and the girls were content to dance and flirt with each other and some of the younger guys. They took delight in the excitement they caused in their dance partners. Both girls turned down many offers from guys trying to pick them up. They flashed their charms and put on quite a show. 




Mandy & Carol: The Older Gentleman



Jack remained seated at his table most of the evening as he watched the girls enjoying themselves. He knew he was the envy of all the males and several of the girls in the bar. He encouraged both Mandy and Carol to dance and have a good time and was rewarded for his openness by hugs and kisses from the girls. As the song said he knew they wouldn’t forget who’s taking them home.

“All this flirting and flashing is having a pleasant effect on me," said Mandy to Jack as she returned to the table. “I think maybe it’s time to go home where I can be satisfied.”

“Ok," said Jack and he pressed a speed dial button on his cell phone. The call would alert his chauffeur of their pending departure. 

Mandy gathered Carol from the dance floor. She leaned close and told her that it was time to go. The alcohol spirits both girls had consumed had released their inhibitions and Carol wrapped her arms around Mandy, letting them trail down to her beautiful ass. She pulled Mandy close and gave her a prolonged open kiss. Her action caused hoots and hollers from those close enough to see. Breaking the kiss the girls joined Jack and made preparations to leave.

Outside the bar they found their car waiting. After climbing into the back seat, with himself in the middle, Jack suggested they might be more comfortable at his place.

“Sounds good to me” was the response from both Mandy and Carol as they snuggled close to Jack.

“Then my place it is," said Jack. He gave the appropriate orders to his chauffeur and the car pulled away.

Things were heating up in the back seat. Carol laid across Jack’s lap and pulled Mandy close offering her lips, an offer that Mandy couldn’t refuse. They were tongue dancing as one of Jack’s hands found the front of Carol’s blouse and the other slid between Mandy’s legs. 

“I hope you understand that I don’t normally go for guys or let a man touch me there," said Carol. “But I know that Mandy wants to fuck you. She told me she likes older men. I would do anything for Mandy.”

With Carol’s words of encouragement, Jack maneuvered his hand inside Carol’s blouse. He felt the round firmness there enclosed in the lace body suit. He found the sensitive nipple and began to tweak it between his thumb and forefinger. Carol moaned softly.

Jack began rubbing the silk covered slit between Mandy legs. He could feel her moisture and felt her lift her hips pushing her pussy harder against his hand. The closeness of the girls and their actions was arousing him. He felt Carol’s hand join his between Mandy’s legs seeking her love button.

Mandy pulled away from Jack and Carol. She reached for Jack’s belt and began to undo it. Jack heard and felt his zipper being pulled down and then felt Mandy’s hand slide under the waistband of his underwear. He held his breath as she freed his raging hard on. Slowly she leaned down and kissed the head of his rock hard erection. Her tongue flicked out caressing the head of his cock. 

“Ohhhhhh baby," moaned Jack. “That feels sooooo good.”

Mandy opened her soft lips and lowered her head taking as much of Jack’s eight and a half inches into her mouth as she could. She sucked it greedily. 

Jack began to move his hips in time with the bobbing of Mandy’s head. He pulled Carol close and found her full lips, invading her mouth with his tongue. Carol felt a growing excitement caused by Jack’s tongue action and her knowledge of what Mandy was doing.

Jack could see that they were almost home. Reluctantly he lifted Mandy’s head and kissed her full lips. 

“We’re almost home, sweethearts. Let’s continue this inside where we can get comfortable.”

The trio began rearranging their clothes as the car drove through the wrought iron gate, up the long driveway, passed a beautifully manicured lawn and garden, and stopped at the front door. 

Mandy grabbed her purse and was the first to exit the car. She took Jack’s hand and pulled him impatiently from the car. “Come on Jack. I’m hot as a firecracker. We need to get inside.” Carol exited the car and together they pulled Jack toward what was obviously the entrance. Jack went willingly.

Jack opened the door and all three entered the house. Jack took the lead and guided the girls to the master bedroom upstairs. Mandy and Carol pushed him down on the extra large bed. They melted together and Jack knew he was in for a show.

Carol started undressing Mandy. She unbuttoned her short skirt. Mandy twirled around and the skirt fell away revealing her yellow see-through panties surrounded by a matching garter belt. Her partially shaved pussy was clearly visible. Jack admired her perfect ass encased in the see-through panties. Carol pulled her close and grabbed the bottom of Mandy’s top and quickly removed it. Mandy was standing there in her matching bra and panties and silk stockings. The sight of her so exposed was exciting to both Jack and Carol. 

Carol pushed Mandy to the bed and lifted one of her legs. The boot was quickly removed. She did the same to the other. Mandy scooted over next to Jack. She loosened his tie and quickly removed it. Her delicate fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. He helped and soon had his shirt off. Mandy rose up and found his lips with her own. She rubbed her hands across his chest.

Carol was not idle while Mandy was kissing Jack. She took the opportunity to remove her own clothing; the lace body stocking was the last item to be removed. She joined Jack and Mandy on the bed completely nude. 

Jack’s rock hard cock needed to be freed from the confines of his underwear. He reached down and quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He raised his muscular ass off the bed and Mandy and Carol quickly stripped his trousers and shorts down his legs. His eight and a half inches sprang proudly into view. He removed his shoes, socks and trousers and he was naked as the day he was born. 

The sight of Jack’s tool in all its glory was inspiring to Mandy. She quickly positioned herself so she could give it the attention it deserved. It had been some time since she had seen such a magnificent member. She thoroughly enjoyed the attention she had received from Carol during the past month but she was really hungry for a pulsing male cock. She lowered her head and continued the sucking action she had begun in the car.

Carol did not want to be left out. She took the opportunity to undo and remove the rest of Mandy’s clothes. She slid down between Mandy’s legs spread Mandy’s succulent pussy lips and covered her clitoris with her lips. She used her tongue on the sensitive button. 

Jack was watching Carol lick Mandy’s pussy. It seemed to him that Mandy was responding to Carol’s manipulations on her pussy with like manipulations on his hard cock. The pleasure was more that he could stand.

“Oh baby, get ready. I’m gonna shoot. Oh don’t stop. Suck it while I cum in your mouth.”

Mandy wasn’t about to stop. She could feel Jacks already hard cock getting harder and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she got a treat. 

Every muscle in Jack’s body tensed. He could feel the pulse begin in his heavy balls. He strained to hold it back but knew he wouldn’t be successful. He grabbed Mandy’s head and held it tightly as the first spurt traveled the length of his cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned through clinched teeth. ”Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. That’s great Mandy. Don’t stop.” Jack jerked and emptied his balls into Mandy’s willing mouth.

Mandy didn’t answer. She was busy collecting Jack’s semen in her mouth. She loved the taste and licked his cock clean, then swallowed. The pleasure she had given Jack was traveling to her wet center where Carol was servicing her clit. She released Jack’s rapidly shrinking cock from her mouth and concentrate on the pleasure coming from her pussy. 

“Agggggggh Carol faster” she said with an almost pained expression on her face. I’m cummmmminnng." 

Carol felt Mandy’s body begin to tremor involuntarily. She sucked Mandy’s clit into her mouth and flicked it faster with the tip of her tongue.

“Stop Carol, it feels too good. I can’t stand it anymore,” she ordered Carol. Carol compiled.

“Well Mandy, it seems Carol is the only one who hasn’t got her jollies. I think we ought to service her now," said Jack beginning to breath normally. He reached down pulling on Carol’s arm and positioned her between the two of them.

Mandy brought her lips close to Carol’s. She kissed her passing the taste of Jack’s cum to her live-in lover. Carol returned the kiss passionately. She relished the musky taste on Mandy’s tongue.

Jack was not idle. His mouth found Carol’s breast closest to him. He nibbled on the nipple while his hand slid down Carol’s flat stomach stopping at the V formed where her shapely legs began. He slipped his middle finger in and slowly teased Carol’s clit. He moved his finger lower and entered Carol. He started moving his finger in and out while his thumb continued massaging her clit. 

He felt an oral fixation overcome him. He scooted down the bed until he was even with Carol’s pelvis. Lifting and spreading her legs he started kissing the insides of Carol’s thighs, zeroing in on her pleasure center. As his lips touched her pussy she let out a long slow moan. He felt like a Star Trek voyager, going where no man had gone before.

Carol tensed in anticipation. She could feel the roughness of Jack’s beard on her tender flesh. She was used to the smoothness of Mandy face and the difference felt delicious. She held her breath as Jack began to lick her pussy.

Jack used his tongue to spread Carol’s lower lips. He was an expert at eating pussy and Carol soon felt her orgasm rising. She pulled Mandy up and told her to straddle her face. Mandy compiled lowering her pussy to Carol’s lips. She tried to match Jack’s tongue strokes on her pussy with her strokes on Mandy’s pussy.

As she started to climax she grabbed Mandy’s ass and pulled her close. “Uhhhhhhhhh," she moaned into Mandy’s pussy. Her body shook involuntarily as she found release.

After the trio had satisfied their immediate sexual needs they sat on the bed holding each other and engaged in some light fondling. They were in no hurry to end the evening.

“Carol you certainly responded well to the pussy lashing I gave you” remarked Jack. “I guess you’re not exclusively into women.”

“Jack you under estimate yourself. You’re easily as good as a woman when it comes to licking pussy. You know all the right moves”

“I think you’re ready to try the main course," chirped in Mandy. “Jack seem to think so too if you look at his erection."

“I may be willing but I get to call the shots," said Carol. With that she retrieved her rather large handbag. Searching its contents she pulled out her strap on dildo. “I get to fuck you while he is fucking me. Are you both game?”

There were no objections. Carol prepared her strap-on and selected a moderately sized dildo that she knew Mandy would enjoy. 

“Come sweetheart lay on your belly in the middle of the bed” she told Mandy. “You watch for a while Jack. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

Jack was intrigued. He had never seen a woman wearing a dildo before. He found the sight highly erotic. He gently rubbed his cock with one hand while he watched Carol lay down on top of Mandy, her newly acquired man tool fit neatly in the crack of Mandy’s ass. His other hand slid under Mandy and found her breast. He massaged it softly.

Carol began by moving Mandy’s hair aside and gently kissing and tonguing her ears. Straddling Mandy she trailed her kisses down the gentle curve of her neck. Her hands were busy rubbing Mandy’s back in a sensuous manner. She slid one hand under Mandy’s hips and found her damp pussy which she immediately started masturbating. 

Mandy was in a dream state. Because of her earlier sexual release she did not feel an urgent need to cum and preferred a slow sensual fuck instead. Carol sensed her mood and operated accordingly. She gently sent a finger down the crack of Mandy’s ass probing her brown spot. Mandy moaned softly. Jack realized what she had in mind.

Carol retrieved a bottle of lotion from her bag. She squeezed the bottle aiming its contents on Mandy back. Mandy jumped from the coldness of the cream. Jack and Carol began to rub the lotion all over Mandy’s backside. Mandy settled back into her dream state, half awake and half asleep. 

Carol felt it was time. She applied some lotion to the crack of Mandy’s ass rubbing it in and lubricating her asshole. She gently inserted a finger slowly into the forbidden zone. Mandy responded with a soft moan. Slow and easy Carol began to move her finger in and out of Mandy’s asshole preparing her for bigger things. After a few moments of this she felt Mandy respond by bucking her hips in time with Carol’s in and out movements.

Jack was fascinated. He watched Carol carefully position the dildo at Mandy’s tender opening. She applied slow and constant pressure and he saw the head of the dildo disappear from view. Carol went slowly allowing Mandy time to get used to the unaccustomed girth filling her shit shoot. Slowly Carol began rocking her hips first pushing more of the dildo in Mandy’s ass and then pulling it out. Mandy was relaxed and began to enjoy the full feeling. She started moaning softly and matched Carol’s hip movements.

Jack could not sit by anymore. He moved to a position where Mandy could reach his prick with her mouth hoping she would take the hint. It was not to be. Carol pulled him away from Mandy almost as if she felt she owned Mandy and didn’t want to share her. She was not cold-hearted though. She placed her mouth where Jack had wanted Mandy to place hers. Jack began fucking her mouth as she expertly maneuvered her tongue.

Mandy and Carol began moving in unison. No longer was Carol so gentle. She was ravaging Mandy’s asshole and getting turned on. Jack’s dick in her mouth further excited her.

“Now Jack, now," she said removing his cock from her mouth. “Mount me baby”

Jack was quick to comply. He lay on top of Carol and Mandy being careful to support his weight with his strong arms. Carol and Mandy paused their bucking motions long enough for Jack to get in position. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing the head up and down Carol’s pussy lubricating it with his pre-cum. Each pass over Carol’s clitoris caused her to moan with desire. Finding her entrance he gently slid his cock into her willing pussy. 

Jack was in another world. The velvet lining and tightness of Carol’s pussy felt so good he knew would not last long unless he thought of other things. He wanted Carol’s fuck to be special so he knew he would have to exercise control. Mandy, being on the bottom, started moving. Carol matched her hip movements and Jack picked up the pace. For the next few moments they moved in unison.

Mandy had gotten accustomed to the dildo in her ass. If felt good. She reached for her pussy and started rubbing her clit. She began to feel the tingling in her belly that she knew signaled the beginning of an orgasm. 

“Oh fuck me Carol. Fuck my ass," she began to cry.

Mandy responded by moving the dildo faster and harder. Her motion was transferred to Jack who started slamming his rock hard cock into Carol’s almost virgin pussy. The tempo increased and the trio knew that if one of them came it would trigger the others.

“Ohhhhhhh Jack it feels so good. Give me more. Harder and faster. Stuff my pussy with your hard cock.

“Uhhhhhhhhh," was Jack response as he continued slamming his cock in Carol’s pussy.

Mandy came first. She was fingering her clitoris fast and furiously, bucking her hips and meeting each thrust of Carol’s dildo. 

“Immmmm Commmmmmming," she screamed. “Oh fuck my ass harder”

Her movements and cries along with Jack’s big hard cock in her pussy triggered Carol’s release. 

“OOOHHHHHHHH, I’m commmmmmming too," she cried out.

Jack could hold back no longer. 

“UHHHHHHHH," he grunted. For the second time in less than an hour his ball tightened and began spewing forth their juices. His cock grew in size as he released his load into Carol’s willing cunt.

Slowly their passions abated. Jack rolled off and kissed both Carol and Mandy. Carol slowly pulled the dildo out of Mandy’s ass and rolled off to the other side.

All three were drenched in sweat and totally exhausted. They nodded off waiting for their bodies to recover. Jack was the first to come back to earth. He sat up. His movement disturbed the girls and they returned to the real world.

“You ladies are terrific. I haven’t fucked like that in years," he said. “Would you like to join me in the hot tub.”

“Oh yes” both girls answered. “Lead the way”

Jack led the girls downstairs to the indoor pool area. He turned on the hot tub and helped the girls step in. The hot swirling water felt good to all three.

“Girls, I have a big place here and would love to share it with you. There’s a heated pool, sauna, this hot tub, and a number of bedrooms. I would like both of you to move in with me. I will pay all your expenses, the staff will take care of your needs, I will set up accounts at all the major stores, and we can spend time together. You can come and go as you please and keep you jobs or not as you desire. In other words I want to be your Sugar Daddy. What do you say?”

Mandy looked at Carol. Carol looked at Mandy. Both girls looked directly at Jack.

“It’s a deal,” they said together.

The End 



Mandy and Gary



Mandy and Gary were soon to be newly weds. However they were not always so close. In fact you could go back only about 3 years and find them in completely different life styles as different from one another as you could imagine.

Mandy was an 18 year old junior in high school. She was a very pretty girl, with shimmering shoulder length, light blonde hair, and beautiful light brown eyes. She was about 5'6 and 125 lbs. She did a lot of exercising to keep herself in good shape. She had a nice fit small waist, and a nice 36C breasts. Below the waste she was actually a little thick with large thighs and a bit of a fat butt that really stuck out, catching a lot of attention form the guys. And did she ever catch the attention of the guys, having slept around with around 30 of them.

Mandy was a good girl. She didn't sleep around to be a slut, she just wasn't exactly the brightest of girls. People could easily tell she was just a little ditzy and airheaded. And much like most girls her age she was boy crazy, and was easily persuaded into giving herself up to guys way to fast.

Gary on the other hand was a bit of a nerd. Not the most athletic or attractive guy in school, Gary found it very hard to get the attention of girls. He had a solid core of friends that he hung out with, but when it came to girls he just had no luck at all. He was the typical nice guy, that girls in high school just weren't looking for. 

The story of how Mandy and Gary eventually did find each other starts with Mandy's previous boyfriend of sorts Hank. Hank was a big muscular Tight End on the football team. He had a very nice tan skin, buzzed blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. On top of that he had his on heavy Rock Band that played locally with pretty good turn out. 

The day Mandy and Hank would meet was the day of one of his concerts. It was a Saturday, and Mandy really could care less about homework, she was just interested in going to see dream Hank playing his music. She put on her tightest jeans, and her cute little red short sleeve shirt. She got a phone call from her friend Rachel, saying that her and her boyfriend Carl would be over to pick her up soon.

Rachel was one of Mandy's best friends. She was very pretty in the face, and had the most gorgeous green eyes. She had long brown hair that went down to her shoulder blades. Her boyfriend Carl was a very good looking black man. He wasn't in school anymore, and spent a lot of his spare time working out. He was a lot older then Rachel and Mandy, at 26 years old, just another reason Rachel worked very hard to keep their relationship a secret from her parents. He had a very nice build to him, and Rachel always raved to Mandy about how great the sex was. This had caused Mandy some degree of interest in Carl and other black guys, because she had had many a black smack her on her ass as she walked through the halls, and she definitely had heard about the "black dick". Even so Mandy was scared of the idea, her parents would through her out of the house if they found out about her being with a black man.

Before long there was a knock on Mandy's door. Mandy hurried up and slipped on her black 4 inch heeled shoes. Mandy loved tall shoes, because she loved feeling tall. Mandy opened the door to her smiling friend.

"Oh my god Mandy, you look so pretty tonight!" Rachel exclaimed giving Mandy a hug.

"Awww, thank you Rachel your looking great yourself tonight." Mandy complemented back.

"Yeah I think so." Rachel said smiling and breaking away from the hug. She pointed over to the car "Carl think's this whole seeing a Rock band is retarded so I wanted to look my best for him hoping he'd forget about how much he hates it."

Mandy started squeeling "Oh my god! We are totally going to see Hank playing tonight, that guy is so totally hot."

Rachel smiled back at her "If I were him, I'd definitely do you."

Mandy giggled back at her, but their conversation was cut a little short to the sound of Carl laying on the horn of his SUV. 

Rachel looked over to Carl's Lincoln Navigator "Hmmm, guess we better get going, we don't want to be late.

Mandy smiled and walked with Rachel over to the SUV. She could hear Carl's loud thumping bumping from the street all the way to her front door. Carl may hate rock music, but Mandy really didn't care much for loud thumping rap music. Rachel slipped on front, and Mandy squeezed up front with her.

Carl looked over at Mandy "Aw damn, hey girl, you looking fine as hell tonight, sure you don't just wanna blow this whole thing off and have a threesome back at my place."

Mandy giggled at Carl "Sounds like a lot of fun, but I wouldn't want to cut in on Rachel's fun, maybe some other time."

Carl chuckled and pulled the car out onto the road and headed them on their way. Before long Carl looked over at Rachel "It's cool that you friend is here and all, but we still got road rules baby!"

Rachel smiled back at him rubbing her hands on the quickly forming bulge in his pants. "Of course, I know your going to the concert for me, so it's the least I can do for you." Rachel turned over to Mandy "You don't mind do you?"

Carl quickly blurted out "The girl doesn't mind, now get to it!"

Rachel gave him a big smile and started to unzip his pants. Mandy just gave her little giggle "I certainly don't mind at all, god speed Rachel, if you don't make it I want your car." Mandy then broke out laughing.

Rachel laughed a little and turned around a smacked Mandy playfully on the thigh, then turned back around and pulled Carl's cock out from his pants. Mandy's eyes locked out to the newly released cock and her mouth dropped. Rachel on the other hand seemed to just gleefully lean over and engulf what had to be a 9 inch monster into her throat.

Mandy was still in a little shock. "Ummm wow Carl, didn't know you were packing like that, maybe I should of taken you up on that threesome offer after all." Mandy joked.

Carl slid his massive hand onto the back of Rachel's head and began forcefully pushing Rachel's head up and down. He grinned over at Mandy "It's cool baby, maybe next time. I can tell ya'll are best friend because you both had the same exact expression on your face the first time you saw my dick." He then looked down at Rachel sucking his dick "And I haven't been able to keep her lips off my dick ever since, must be some kinda white girl thing, and that right girl?"

Rachel was able to muster out a "Mmmmm-hmmm" between her loud slurping sounds.

Mandy was also surprised by Carl's stamina. They were just now arriving to their destination, a good half an hour drive at least, and Rachel was still sucking on his dick. Mandy never had had anyone last longer then maybe 10 minutes before they busted in her mouth. 

Carl parked the car and put both hands on the back of Rachel's head. "Awww fuck here it comes you stupid fucking white girl, aww SHIITTT!"

Mandy gasped as Carl grunted out. Rachel took burst after burst of Carl's hot cum into her mouth. But the biggest surprise for Mandy was how long he had been coming for. 

Mandy remarked to Carl "Damn Carl your going drown her if you keep that up."

Carl slipped into a euphoric smiled as he finished busting into Rachel's mouth "It cool girl, you white girls are good at that kind of thing."

Mandy giggled a little bit "Yeah I guess your right." Her attention quickly turned to Rachel as she finally slid her mouth of Carl's dick. "You still alive down there, I thought I'd lost you." Mandy joked.

Rachel sat up breathing really heavy and checking her make up in the rear view mirror. "Yeah I'm good, I feel a lot better now though, thanks to you Carl. You really know how to get me my daily protein" Rachel giggled.

Carl put his massive weapon away and zipped himself up "Yeah, well let's do the damn thing, and get this over with."

Mandy looked over to Carl "Thanks for the ride Carl!"

Carl smirked back "Maybe next time you can give me the ride"

Mandy smiled at him "Sounds like a plan!" she said jokingly.

The concert was at some Rich boy's house from school. His parents had a huge house out on a couple acres of land. They were away so decided to have a party out there away from the cops, and got Hank's band to play as the main attraction.

Rachel, Carl and Mandy made their way over to the makeshift stage where Hank and his band were playing. Carl was visibly unhappy about being there, but Rachel kept rubbing on him and trying to make him feel better about it. Mandy was in absolute ecstasy watching Hank playing. He looked so good, he had no shirt on and all his muscles were dripping with sweat. Mandy wanted nothing more then to just suck him off right then and there. After a little while Hank and the band broke for an intermission. Rachel told Mandy that her and Carl were going to head back to his SUV so she could tend him a little better. Mandy agreed and said that she would just fine someone else to give her a ride back.

Mandy took advantage of this opportunity to go and talk to Hank. He was behind the stage by himself drinking some water. He looked so good Mandy was feeling weak at the knees. Hank looked over and caught a glimpse of Mandy. 

"Hey come over here." Hank called over to her.

Mandy was a little bit shocked but quickly caught herself and trotted on over to him.

Hank eyed her up and down "Hey I know you, your that ditzy girl from school."

Mandy jumbled her words "Im-a wha-?"

Hank smiled reassuringly "It's cool though, cuz your hot. You know that your hot right?"

Mandy started blushing "Ummm well yeah I guess..."

Hank interrupted "Of course you think your hot, or else you wouldn't of tried approaching me. But I get a lot of hot girls. They fuck me, suck me, but their nothing more then groupies. What makes you different?"

Mandy stuttered "Ummm...well....I ummm....I guess"

Hank again interrupted "You want to my girl right? Okay. You're a sexy girl, and I know you sure as hell won't cross me. But you got to prove yourself. I got to go back up on stage. I want you to suck me off while I play."

Mandy blurted out "WHAT???"

Hank smiled "I mean it's all good you want to be my girl don't you, I barely know you, I want you to show me that you care about me, and your not afraid to show it in front of other people.

Mandy thought it over and it actually sounded pretty reasonable to her "I guess so, but there has got to be like, I don't know, like a thousand people out there or something."

Hank reassured her "All the more reason to show me you care."

Mandy agreed with him "Well if I do it do you think you could give me a ride home?"

Hank starting laughing "Yeah, if you do it I'll give you a ride alright!"

Mandy shook her head "Okay then it sounds good to me."

As the intermission broke Hank and his band made his way back out on stage. Mandy went back out into the crowd waiting for her cue. After they started their second song he pointed out to Mandy. She slowly walked her way back over towards the stage, with a massive amount of butterflies in her stomach. She kept repeating to herself she was just showing the world she loved Hank.

As she walked across stage people didn't really seem to pay her much mind, but as she got close to Hank and then got onto her knees the crowd erupted in cheering. She fiddled with his pants and yanked his dick out from his trousers. Mandy we pretty amazed. It was almost the size of Carl's. She was relieved to know there were white guys out there too that were as hung as Carl. She wasted little time sliding his dick into her throat, now being extremely eager to prove herself to Hank.

The crowd continued to roar as Hank played on. Mandy could see hundreds of camera flashes out of her peripheral vision. She knew that everyone would probably remember her for this, and that she probably would never live it down. But right now she didn't care. She was doing this for her and Hank and they were going to be happy together, and he was all she needed anyway. All she wanted right now was for Hank to let his magnificent sperm flow into her mouth. 

After awhile she started to realize that she had been up there for almost 45 minutes, even longer then what it had taken Carl. In mid song Hank threw down his guitar and yanked his dick from the confines of Mandy's throat. He began rapidly jerking off his dick until he started to blast his hot thick wad across Mandy's face. The crowd went insane, hundreds of camera flashes raining upon them as spurt after spurt of Hank's cum went across Mandy's face, all over her hair, and some dripping onto her shirt. 

Mandy did her best to smile for him, completely drenched in cum. He looked down at her and spit right onto her face "Get the fuck off the stage!"

Mandy was horrified and quickly ran off the stage, feeling tears swelling up in her eyes. Why had he done that to her. All she wanted was to make him happy. She ran off somewhere where she could be alone and cry to herself. She kept running until she ran into some woods, she curled up behind a tree and started to cry.

It started getting really late, when Mandy realized she was going to need to get a ride home soon. She reached down for her cell phone when she realized it wasn't there. God only knew where it may have fallen off at. Mandy laid there out in the woods and just curled up into a ball, covered in dried cum and dirt, she knew she looked a wreck, and certainly couldn't go home looking like this. She did the only thing she could, she curled up and fell asleep.

After awhile she awoke to the sound of someone calling her name. She recognized it as Carl's voice. She got up as quickly as she could and came running towards the direction his voice was coming from. When she spotted him she practically leapt at him giving him a huge hug. 

Mandy was sobbing "Oh Carl it was horrible."

Carl rubbed her "It's okay, I came back cuz I realized you left you phone in my car, your parents have been blowing it up all night looking for you."

Mandy looked at him all teary eyed "I can't go home looking like this, my parent's would kill me."

Carl sighed "Alright look, you can stay at my place tonight, then I'll drop you off at Rachel's in the morning. Just make up some excuse why you had to stay the night there and you'll be good."

Mandy smiled and rubs the tears from her eyes. "Thanks a lot Carl."

As Mandy slid into Carl's Navigator she looked over him slightly panicked "Ummmm...I don't suppose you want me to follow the road rules looking like this do you?"

Carl chuckled "Hah, nah it's cool girl, you need to go him and take a shower you look like shit right now."

Mandy laughed a little "Thanks Carl I really owe you."

With that they headed back to Carl's place. Mandy explained the whole situation to Carl and what happened. Mandy thought he seemed really nice about the whole ordeal and even turned his music down some so he could listen to what she was saying.

When they got back to his place Mandy gave Carl another big hug then agreed to go in and take a shower. As Mandy stood in the shower getting cleaned up she reflected on the days events. She had been hurt quite a bit by the whole ordeal, but at the same time thinking about it made her very excited. Then she started thinking of Carl, and the idea she was naked and alone with him at his house. She started getting herself all hot thinking about it, but then she thought about Rachel. She couldn't do something like that to Rachel. As she stepped out of the shower she promised herself she wouldn't let anything happen between her and Carl tonight for Rachel's sake. She poked her head out the door and called for Carl. She asked him if he happened to have any clothes she could wear. He disappeared for about 10 minutes but he came back with a very small pair of shorts and a tank top. Apparently these were his younger sisters clothes that she had left over here. Mandy slipped back into the bathroom to try and put them on. The tank to paws kind of snug, but it fit. The shorts were way tight however and she really had to fight to pull them up. When she finally got them up she realized her butt was way to big for the shorts, they had wedged themselves up into her butt, letting her butt cheeks hang out.

As Mandy walked out of the bathroom she called over to Carl he was sitting on the couch watching TV "Carl, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you gave me these clothes on purpose."

Carl smiled "Nah baby, it's all I had. Why don't you come over here and watch for TV with me."

Mandy plopped over on the couch next to him "Sure, what are we watching." Then Mandy grunted looking up at the TV. "Rap videos, uggg, what is it with you and rap."

Carl put his arm around Mandy "It good. Listen to it, let yourself get into it a little."

Mandy was going to protest but she stopped for a moment. As she listened to it she realized she really was feeling horny as hell. All alone with a black man, wearing clothes that barely fit, she felt a wet spot forming in her shorts.

Carl continued "Come on now honey, how about a little dome for the hero. I saw how you were checkin me out earlier."

Mandy quietly responded "But what about Rachel?"

Carl slid his hand down to Mandy's exposed ass cheeks and began to rub on them. "It's okay baby, it's just a little head for a friend. Do you think Rachel would have preferred I left you out in the woods all night?"

Mandy quickly slid her hair back into a ponytail. She then pulled her legs up under her and kneeled up on the couch next to him moving her head down towards his crotch. "No she wouldn't...but could you do me a favor?"

Carl nodded as Mandy slid Carl's shorts down springing out his now fully erect black dick. "Sure, just as long as you don't ask me to eat your pussy."

Mandy playfully balked at him "Excuse me what wrong with eating pussy?"

Carl "Well it's okay if your some white dude with a tiny dick that is desperate to please his girl's pussy. But when your hung like this you can afford to skip out on putting your mouth on dirty pussies that have been beaten up by some other dudes dick. Trust me girls come back to me for my dick!"

Mandy spit on her hand and started stroking Carl's and smiled at him "Hmmm, kind of makes sense. I guess I wouldn't need any head if I had a man with a dick this big either."

Carl laughed "Damn real white girl, now what were you gonna ask me?"

Mandy quickly remember "Oh yeah, when you bust, can you please bust in my mouth. Facials are nice every once in awhile but I love to swallow."

Carl pushed Mandy's head down, forcing his dick into her mouth "Alright but you better not miss a drop."

Mandy simply moaned in agreement. Carl grabbed the remote and turned up the rap music on the TV really loud. "Now you can do it like a real white slut."

Mandy moaned each time her head slid up and down Carl's shaft. It felt so strong and powerful in her mouth and throat. She felt secure. She felt like such a total pussy before him. 

Carl's hand slid around her pony tail as he forcefully slid her head up and down his shaft. "Aww......yeah. Now that is some good white girl brain. I'm gonna bust. Is that what you want? Is that what your slutty fat assed white girl mouth wants?"

Mandy began bobbing her head furiously "Mmmm-hmmm, MMM-HMMM"

Before she could make another sound her whole mouth was filled with Carl's thick cum. Of all the dick's she'd sucked, never had anyone came some much, so thick, and so deliciously.

Mandy's mouth formed a vacuum around Carl's giant black dick. As his cum subsided she slid her mouth off for a moment "Please don't stop, please! I want more, I NEED more!" 

Mandy quickly slid Carl's cock back into her mouth trying to suck the last bits of cum out of it. Carl chuckled "Man you white girl's go crazy for sucking black dick."

Mandy, satisfied she had gotten all of Carl's cum slid his dick out of her mouth once more. "God Carl, I had no idea it could be so good. Rachel is one lucky bitch if she gets that on the daily."




Mandy and Gary



"Actually its more like twice or even sometimes three times daily" Carl corrected her.

Mandy and Carl laughed and ended up going to sleep not too long after, spent from a busy day.

The next morning Carl dropped Mandy off over Rachel's, where she explained what had happened to her. When Mandy's parent came to pick her up, Rachel tried to help cover for her and Mandy ended up avoiding getting in any serious trouble.

As time passed Hank had approached Mandy and apologized for the whole incident, saying he was drunk and it wasn't really him. As hurt as Mandy had been, Mandy remembered what Carl had to her about big dicks, and as shallow as it seemed, she knew Hank was packing. 

Mandy and Hank ended up dating somewhat. It was an on and off relationship in which they broke up several times, due to Hank beating her, or because he was constantly cheating on her. But she couldn't bring herself to leave him. 

It was the time right before the prom. Mandy and Hank were again somewhat broken up. A fellow senior, a kind of nerdy kid named Gary asked Mandy to the prom. Wanting to try and get back at Hank, she agreed to go to the prom with him. However the day before the prom Hank once again tried apologizing to Mandy in which she once again took him back and agreed to go to the prom with him instead.

When Mandy called Gary the night before the prom, he was devastated. He had finally had some luck with a very pretty girl, and as usual things came crashing down for him. He was very nice to Mandy about it though, and left Mandy feeling really bad about what she had done to him.

It was the night of the prom. Mandy rode with Hank and his best friend Ryan. When they got there Mandy saw Gary there by himself and tried to apologize for the whole thing . Gary as usual was very nice about the whole thing. She gave him a hug and went about her night with Hank.

After not too much dancing Hank's cock was getting hard. Mandy knew what that meant so she started leading him to the bathroom. Hank signaled for his friend Ryan to come with him.

When they got into the bathroom Ryan swiftly locked the door. "Gangbang?"

Hank laughed "You know it bro!"

Mandy just kind of smiled "I don't suppose you eat pussy do you Ryan? Hank never eats my pussy..."

Hank shoved Mandy down "No. No one eats pussy. That's what bitches do. Now suck my dick."

Mandy giggled at Hank "Well excuse me. Not let me get some of that cock."

Hank quickly whipped his dick out and shoved into Mandy's throat. Not wanting to leave Ryan hanging for long his pulled his dick back out and grabbed Mandy and moved her into the stall. Hank pulled Mandy's dress up over her ass and told her to bend over. Mandy grabbed the toilet seat and stuck her pussy out for Hank, who shoved his dick right inside of her. 

Ryan moved over to her head and she took his now exposed dick into her mouth. She started wincing as Hank started to really thrust into her, his massive dick stretching to confines of her soaked cunt. Mandy could barely keep her mouth around Ryan's dick because of all the euphoric waves of pleasure being pounded into her pussy.

Ryan started cumming into Mandy's mouth, quickly pulling out and busting all over her face and hair. Ryan started to howl with laughter "Remind you of something you fucking whore?"

Mandy swallowed what was in her mouth and smiled "Yeah just about every day of my life with Hank."

Hank grunted "Oh fuck yeah bitch, I'm going to nut all inside of you. You stupid fucking slut!"

Mandy just smiled to herself as she felt her beaten up pussy being rewarded with spurt after spurt of Hank's cum.

"Mmmmm you know how to fill me up baby." Mandy gasped.

Hanked smiled pulling out of her "Oh yeah, by the way, I'm leaving you, thanks for the fuck you retarded bitch."

Hank and Ryan walked out of the bathroom laughing and high fiving each other. Mandy was in total shock. She didn't do anything wrong. How could this be happening to her? She felt tears swelling up in her eyes, sitting on the bathroom floor, when suddenly the door swung back open. Mandy thought maybe Hank had changed his mind, but rather it was a very concerned Gary.

"I saw the three of you come in here, and only the two of them leave. I just wanted to make sure your okay." Gary said very openly concerned.

Mandy tried to smile, wiping tears from her eyes "Yeah, I'm okay. I guess I just make a lot of stupid decisions."

Gary leaned down and gave her a hug. He helped her to her feet and they washed the cum off her face. They agreed that it would be best to leave. Mandy and Gary went out into the parking lot and Gary let her into his car.

Mandy now feeling much better started feeling a little playful "Gary can I ask you something?"

Gary seeming rather uncomfortable responded "Umm sure!"

Mandy giggled "I know this is straight forward, but do you eat pussy?"

Gary was totally caught off guard. Regaining his composure he responded "Yeah, actually I do."

Mandy looked to his backseat and nodded towards it at Gary. "So what do you say?"

Gary had a huge smile on his face "I'd love to."

As they climbed into the back seat, Gary laid down on his back and Mandy laid on top of him in a 69 position. Gary hiked up Mandy's skirt and smelt the strong musky scent of her getting fucked.

Mandy looked back at him "Can you eat my cunt for me, please? I don't even remember the last time I've gotten any head."

Gary just nodded in agreement, and with that Mandy slid her sopping wet cunt onto his face. Mandy slid Gary's dick from his pants and began jerking it off for him. Mandy was slightly disappointed at his dick that probably topped out at about 5 inches. She still continued stroking it out of gratitude for him. As Gary's tongue delved deep into Mandy's mangled pussy he was greeted to thick gobs of Hank's cum draining down into his mouth.

Mandy had a huge smile on her face. "Hank fucked me in the bathroom and dumped a pretty big load inside of me. If you ate all his cum out of me, swallowing every bit of it, I totally think that'd be hot." 

After hearing that Mandy felt Gary begin sucking on her cunt wildly. Hank had fucked her pussy nice and proper leaving it so loose she felt like Gary could almost slide his face inside. Mandy began to ride his face, feeling the last of Hank's load being slurped out of her. Suddenly however they heard a knock on the window. It was Hank and Ryan.

Hank shouted "Hey buddy how's my dick taste?"

Mandy turned her head around around still fucking Gary's face "Ignore them Gary, just keep sucking my pussy."

Before long, Ryan and hank walked away laughing and joking with each other. Mandy could care less, all she wanted was to bust all over Gary's face. She felt her orgasm coming on and she started to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Ohhh god Gary! Don't stop, please don't stop oooo keep eating my cunt....Oh god fuck YES!!!!!!!" Mandy scream.

All Mandy could hear was Gary's muffled screams as she let loose her hot cunt juices all over his face and into his mouth. She saw Gary start cumming into her hand she quickly cupped her hand and made sure to capture it all in her hand.

Mandy quickly slid oh his face and turned around and let cum in her hand run into his mouth. "Oh God Gary that is so hot! Drink it all for me baby. Do it for me"

Gary swallowed ever last drop of it for her. Gary then took her home afterwards. They ended up dating each other and a few years later he even proposed to her. But that is not how the story ends.