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Mike

By: tedswoman



I have the world’s best job. And the world’s best boss. But then I’ve been in love with him a long time. When we were seniors in high school, Mike was the bronze Australian Greek god of an exchange student. Ok, you’re going to say he couldn’t be an Australian Greek god, but believe me, it was true.

I did everything I could to get him to notice me. At the beginning of the school year, all the girls had a crush on him. But after they all figured out all they’d get from him was a smile and a friendly hello, they went right on dating their old boyfriends. Only I didn’t have any old boyfriends. I loved Mike ever since.

He went out for all the sports and hung out with the right crowd, one of whom was my best friend Marla’s brother. So, every time I was at Marla and John’s house, and John just happened to be on the phone, I always knew where to find Mike after the game, or on Saturday afternoons. But try as I might, I never felt like he gave me a second glance. It was pretty challenging to try to get him to even notice I existed.

By the second half of the year, I was growing desperate. I would lie awake in my bed at night, thinking of different things I could do to make him notice I was around. Funny thing, though, your imaginings in the middle of the night always turn out just the way you plan. In the cold harsh daylight of reality, they never worked out right.

For instance, I’d make it a point to be walking past Mike’s locker just as he was bent over to get something out of the bottom, I flung the firedog open just a little too hard, and it pushed him in the butt, sending him tipping headlong into his locker! I scrambled into the crowd, hoping he didn’t notice who it was who did that. Once coming into the library I stopped suddenly, forcing Mike to bump into me. Only instead of producing the desired smile, and “excuse me” I expected, he dropped his books and papers all over the floor and when we both bent over to retrieve them, he conked his head on the nearby table. I gathered his things in a pile and handed them to him and disappeared while he stood there rubbing his head.

There were many others, but you get the point. By the end of the school year, I was growing desperate, and was starting to think I’ll only have one last shot. I could throw myself down on the tarmac and lie there in the path of the plane as he was taking off to go back to Australia. I bet that would get his attention, and let him know how much I love him. He’s only twice looked at me and smiled and said “Hi.” But not enough of a conversation to get him to realize just how much I love him.

After graduation, of course, everyone goes their own way. That summer, I resigned myself to the harsh reality I’ll never see him again. I’ll just go through life an old spinster, never marrying or being serious about any boy again, just because I couldn’t have Mike. I went to college, moved in with Marla and for years worked at the bank. Then about ten years later, Marla was marrying Steve Something Polish, and the bank was closed and sold to another outfit from out of town and suddenly I was out of work, checking the classifieds and applying for any suitable work I could find.

Just when I was at the end of my rope, the rent was past due, and I had a stack of unpaid bills and no visible way of paying them, I spotted the last classified on the page that had nothing to do with being a trucker or a telemarketer. Wanted: Office Manager, Personal Assistant for busy Contractor.

Well that is right up my alley. So, I got all cleaned up, borrowed some money for gas, had my updated resume in hand, and drove to the address given. Walked to the door, let myself in to a rather nice house turned into an office, and just as I was ready to ask the man about the open position, I froze.

There was Mike. After ten years, still an Australian Greek god. Wearing a workman’s jeans and flannel shirt and cap, and looking more handsome and rugged than ever I’d seen him. I gulped, oh, god, this must be some kind of cosmic joke. This is a funny thought, cos he had the very same look on his face.

“Mike Hugh! How good to see you after all these years. And you look as good as you ever did. I’m here to apply for the job.”

“Uh, you have me at a loss, Miss. I remember you from high school, but I can’t for the life of me remember your name.” “Emily. Emily Cooper.” “Oh, yes, how could I forget?” (That’s what I was wondering.) “You were the klutziest girl around and it always seemed to happen to me. You slammed my fingers in my locker door.”

“Uh, well, I didn’t mean to.”

“You also turned the water fountain on and appeared to aim it right at my history report. It was all wet and I was ashamed to turn it in.” “Well, I didn’t think the spray would go at a right angle like that.”

“And once, I tripped over your foot coming to the top step when somehow I mysteriously fell Up the Stairs in front of everybody and you suddenly disappeared.”

“Now, That was an accident.”

“Oh, so the others weren’t!?! You’re here to ask me for a job? Oh, this is too rich.”

“But Mike, I was always so in love with you, I wanted to do everything I could just to get you to notice me.”

“Oh, I noticed you alright. Enough to want to steer clear. This is pretty tough, though,” He was glancing over my resume as I stood there feeling so uncomfortable. “Yours is the best resume I’ve seen. And I really need somebody.” The phone rang as he spoke. “Here, I’ll get that,” and glancing at the letterhead on the desk, answered the phone flawlessly in my best business secretary’s voice.

After the call, he looked resigned, though impressed and said, “Ok, here’s the deal. I’ll give you a try. But don’t screw anything up around here, ok? I’ve worked years to get this business off the ground.”

“If I really screw anything up, you can not pay me for that day, how about that?

“Well, then, all right. See if you can make sense of the stuff on this desk and answer the phone and I’ll be back in a little bit.” He headed out the door, and left me standing there looking around the office. 

So, here I am, working for the man I’ve been in love with for over ten years. Who thinks I’m a ditz and a klutz, and I have to prove my worth to him, without acting like a love-sick female who’s just dying to get into his pants.

The first week went really well. I didn’t screw anything up, and in fact, the books were starting to make sense. The whole office set-up was being turned around, I was rather proud of myself. Meanwhile, though, Mike didn’t seem to pay much attention to me. So, instead of pulling the hi-jinx I tried in high school that never really paid off, I tried the other way instead.

You know, wearing low cut blouses with the sheerest bra so my nipples showed through. Short skirts with nothing but a garter and stockings on underneath. Sooner or later he’s got to notice me. By the second Friday, I was almost ready to give up, and in fact, had gotten to the point of thinking he just doesn’t like me for some reason, when he stopped in at quitting time and just sat there looking at me.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Trying little underhanded tricks to get me to notice you.” There was nothing I could think of to say to that. He was sitting at his desk, and I was stacking some papers, clearing it off for the weekend. Then his hand was running up my thigh. Oh, I had to remember to breathe. 

His fingertips ran lightly, ever so lightly up my inner thigh, past the stocking top, on my soft skin and to my open, moist pussy. 

“My god, you aren’t wearing any panties!”

“It’s about time you noticed!”

“Well, all this time I’ve been looking at your nipples and your tits bouncing around under that blouse.”

“What does a girl have to do to get you to notice…” He was pulling me close so I lost my balance and suddenly sat on his lap. It’s about Damned Time, part of my brain was thinking. The other parts ceased thinking and his arms were around me, pulling me close. He was kissing my mouth, and smiling into my eyes. His right hand was holding me close to him; his left hand was up my skirt, caressing my pussy lips. Oh, this is what I’ve dreamed of for the last ten years. I didn’t realize I was thinking aloud.

“It is, huh? And how much have you wanted to be in this position?”

“Oh, very badly, Mike. I would do anything for you, you know.”

“Anything?” He was kissing me again.

”Yes, and you know I’m the girl who’s always been in love with you. I’d do anything for you.” As I said this, my hand is unfastening his belt and jeans, and in one smooth movement, I had freed his big cock from his pants and he had rolled the chair farther from the desk so I could get up off his lap and kneel in front of him. 

I stroked and caressed his cock, and then held his balls gently but firmly in my hand, my tongue running up and down the shaft. I gave him kisses all over, and wanting this for quite a long time and finally being in this position, I was determined to take my time and make him feel so good……

Soon I pulled his cock into my mouth, sucking him to the roof of my mouth, opening the back of my throat as if I could swallow him whole. All this time, knowing I’ve finally got Mike’s cock in my mouth. If he only knew how many times I’ve dreamed of this very thing.

He held the sides of my head, and while some men do this and it doesn’t feel very good, there was nothing Mike could do to me that I wouldn’t absolutely love. His cock was soon getting fatter and pulsing in my mouth and I knew he was about to shoot a load of cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could; proud of the fact I would never gag with him in me. I licked up every little drop as if it came from the gods. He picked me up and kissed me and said, ok, little one, turn over and sees if you can lie across my desk without messing anything up or causing some kind of disaster. I kinda wanted to point out that I’m the one who put some semblance of order to his desk in the first place, but I wasn’t going to say anything with his cock poised at the entrance to my pussy.

Man, this felt good, and I sure was wet. His fingertips parted my pussy lips just for a moment, and then his big stiff cock was pushing its way into me. Oh, this was heaven. And definitely worth the wait.

As he was pumping his cock into me and holding me, he said, “How would you like to have dinner at my place this evening?”

For a while I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. But of course it’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. “Yes, I’d like that. Only you won’t get the chance to rest up for Monday.”

“Oh, I’ll be rested by Monday, you can count on that. You make sure you’re ready for me Monday.”

I said, “Mike, I’m ready for whatever you want to do to me, no matter what day it is.” I was thinking hopes and dreams and prayers really do come true! And thank goodness he has such a lovely cock!!!

So, this was great. I was working my dream job for the man I’d been in love with for over ten years. Ok, I think it was beyond love. More like obsession. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Mike, and he knew it. I fully expected him to take advantage of that knowledge. He knew the power he had over me. But I didn’t care. It didn’t change how I felt about him.

I was his office manager or executive assistant, or however you want to describe it. He ran a busy construction company he’d inherited from his mother’s brother. He bid the jobs and sent crews to various worksites. Supervised all aspects of the business, while I manned the phone, did the entire payroll, and everything that entails. I kept the office running smoothly. I am very organized and detail oriented, so I loved this job. He was inside with me most mornings before setting out for the day about midmorning, to return late in the afternoon. On paper, my quitting time was five o’clock. In reality, however, it was never earlier than six or six thirty.

I’d always liked wearing short skirts and blouses, which is exactly what Mike liked me to wear. Only he asked me not to wear any underwear, which to be perfectly honest, was alright by me. No panties to ride up or down all day. No constricting brassieres. I thoroughly enjoyed dressing for him. The best part was knowing that any time, he could come up behind me and hold me in his arms, or as I stood next to him at the desk, he’d talk to me and while I’m concentrating on what he’s telling me to do, he’s running his fingertips upward on my inner thigh.

We were careful not to be caught in compromising positions during working hours. But it was our habit to come to the office earlier than was really necessary and stay later than everyone else would have a reason to.

Anyway, like I said, I would do anything for this man, and he knew it. So we fell into a kind of game to wile away the tediousness of office confinement. He would ask me to do something for him, and I would do it. I knew it was like some kind of test, but I didn’t care. I was madly in love.

One morning shortly after I started working for him, he came in with doughnuts. I had to apologize; I’m not much of a doughnut person. “I don’t like to eat too early in the morning.” Is what I replied when he asked me.

“You mean, I stopped for doughnuts and stood in line and you don’t want any?”

“I’m sorry, Tris, but you can save one for later when I’m hungry. All I want first thing in the morning is coffee.”

“Well, suppose I ask you to just kiss my ass first thing in the morning, would you go for that?”

“Considering I’ve already had my coffee, yes, I most certainly would kiss your ass if you asked me to.” He gave me a funny look, turned around, unfastened his belt and his jeans. And in less time than it takes to write this, his jeans and shorts were pulled down and I was facing his naked ass.

Wow! I would’ve given my eye teeth for this opportunity in High School. But I guess some things really are worth the wait. I guess I surprised him, too, because without another word, I just leaned in and started stroking, and kissing and massaging and kissing his ass. I kissed every square inch of it, being in no hurry to stop. 

Finally I did, and he turned to show me how his cock was standing out straight, demanding my attentions. “I suppose you’d rather kiss and suck on my cock than have a doughnut?”

“Yes, sir, I most certainly would. You’re getting to know me pretty well.” He chuckled at this as I began kissing and sucking on his cock, pulling him into my mouth and giving my full attention with vigor.

“Stand up.” He pulled me to my feet, hiked up my skirt, which of course, had nothing underneath, and proceeded to push his large lovely cock into my wet and willing pussy. Oh, my, this was nice. Did I tell you I love this job?

On rainy days, you would’ve thought there’d not be much to do. The work crews got a day off, and when it’s really pouring and Tris can’t be out checking job sites, he was of course, in the office with me. He’d turn and say, “Hey, Emily. How about you go topless for the day?”

Well, he didn’t have to ask me twice. He knew I would do anything he asked. And really, as a boss, he was good to work for anyway. Not nit-picky enough to be standing over my shoulder constantly. He trusted me and knew I knew what I was doing. Anytime he was standing over me, it was for perhaps reading over what I was reading, while his hands were caressing my large breasts. My nipples especially loved the attention.

“You have the most magnificent breasts, you know that?”

“Only because you tell me all the time.” He’d glance out to the empty lot outside. No workers running around on a day like this. We were as alone as if we were working in a cave. I can’t tell you how erotic it is to work on payroll for a small company topless. I would have to keep my mind on what I was doing, of course, but my pussy always seems to have a mind of her own, which is just as well. My desk chair was nearly always wet.

After I’d worked for him for several months, he suddenly brought up the subject of me moving in with him. It was late in the fall; soon the weather would be bad all the time. But as much as I loved him, I was afraid to take the plunge to move in together. I heard all the horror stories of couples who live together and work together, and sooner or later, they’re going to get on each other’s nerves.

“Mike, if I move in with you, you know I won’t be able to deny you anything. I love you very much, but I’m afraid I’ll end up being your slave.”

“So, what’s wrong with that?” He had that adorable twinkle in his eye. Hmmm.. What was wrong with that? This man knows me all too well!

“Emily, I don’t like being deprived of your body when I’m home. We have a lot of fun at work when we can sneak around, but I’m still sleeping alone and eating alone and spending all my weekends alone. And I think you are too.”

“You know I have no man in my life besides you.”

“So, what do you say? This is the perfect solution for both of us.”

“But why your house, why not mine?”

“Mine’s bigger and it’s paid for. What do you say, no more bills for you to struggle to pay on your own…” His arms were around me up under my blouse. My breasts were resting on his forearms and his lips were kissing my face here and there. “I want your body all the time, Emily. Come on….say yes…you know you want to.”

He was right and I smiled. All the time I’ve loved him in vain and now this is finally happening. My dreams come true.

That Friday we spent celebrating and that Saturday moved all my things into his house. Which wasn’t much, so didn’t take all that long. I was right, to a certain extent. But he was right, also. We didn’t really get on each other’s nerves. I had very few demands, and was willing to do anything he asked. 

At home, I pretty much spent all my time totally naked. And for a modern woman, my closet was practically bare. Short skirts, blouses, nice pumps in various colors. That was about it. When I’d moved in here, he talked me out of keeping most of my clothes. What was the point, I’d not wear them much anyway. He wanted me naked.

In the evenings, I would sit on the floor, or kneel next to him as he sat on the recliner or lay on the couch. He would hold my hair in his hands, or stroke my face, or just have to be touching me all the time. Yes, I will kiss his ass anytime he asks me to. But the nights!!! Oh, yes.

It started when we had the conversation about being tied up in bed. I had never done that before, and I said, “What’s the point, honey. You know I’m compliant with whatever you want to do to me.”

“But it’s the neatest turn-on. Try it and you’ll see what I mean.” He had this white flexible rope that was just perfect for the job. I lay on the bed while he tied my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the foot of the bed. My knees he encircled with other pieces of rope and tied them to the bed frame so they were spread as far apart as they could go. And the best part of all this….

He’d kneel or lay with his face at my shaved pussy and lick and suck and eat her for the longest periods of time. I came on his face repeatedly. He sucked up all my cum juices…finger me until I’d just cum and cum and cum until my pussy was so sore I didn’t think I could come anymore. Then he’d raise himself up and shove his big cock into her…Oh, my pussy would explode repeatedly. And tied up as I was, lying next to him all night, he’d just reach over and massage and finger her constantly, leaving me that delicious sore pussy feeling the next day at work.

I had a padded chair, but the nightly treatments of his obsession with my pussy kept her in a constant arousal. Then, in late December, one of his job foremen just happened into the office to ask Tris something. He was at his desk. I was topless, my big tits sticking out over my desk as I was writing something. Tris looked up to see Clifford standing there with his hands in his pockets. He was staring at my boobs, and it looked like he suddenly forgot what he was going to say.


Mike



I felt Mike enter the shower, immediately rubbing against my wet body, his cock poking at my ass. He'd already had me inside out last night, yet I still felt the urge to feel him spreading my hole wide and, apparently he did as well. I turned my body around, his arms along side of my head preventing me from moving very far. He looked at me with his piercing eyes as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. His cock rubbed mine, the friction created by his hips swiveling against me made me immediately hard. 

"Don't tell me you don't want more Kevin, I can see it in your eyes." He said, as he pulled his face back slightly and raised my arms over my head. "I'll take you when I want, you'll like it when I do too." His body pressed against mine, his dick rubbing along mine, felt feeling so much thicker than mine.

I tried to lower my arms, to press them against his chest and separate us, but he prevented me. Instead his left hand ran from my neck, over my chest and down my abs while his right held my wrists over my head. His touch made me moan out, once more longing for his touch, longing for him to please me.

Before last night I had never taken the submissive role in any relationship, it wasn't in me, or so I thought. I tried to remember how I had gotten into this position when I heard his husky voice speak with an authority that made my cock twitch

"Down," he said matter of fact as he pushed on my shoulders, "Get down there and suck my cock."

I tried to resist but soon my back slid against the wet tile wall, my lips grazing his body until his cock bumped against my chin. He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock along my chin until it touched the soft opening of the hole he wanted. I looked and wondered how his thick mushroom shaped head ever pushed past the muscle that held my hole closed. 

He pressed his cock against my lips, yelling for me to open up. His head pushed harder, almost hurting my lips as much as it hurt my ass last night. My head banged against the tile, his massive hand gripping my wet hair, tugging as the head of his cock began shoving its way past my lips.

His cock leaked its pre orgasmic drool as I sucked down on it. Mike took my hands, raising them and holding them against the wall leaving me prone, giving him the upper hand to fuck my mouth as gently or as rough as he wished. He started gently, slowly inching his thickness in until the head poked my throat. I sucked, running my tongue over the veins, feeling the power I had to please him. He kept this up, slowly pulling back and slowly thrusting back in until my nose pressed against his pubic bone. 

Mike pulled out until I was sucking on just the head and he moved his foot to rub my dick causing me to moan and lap his slit, wanting more of his juice. I shifted my hips trying desperately to press my cock against his foot with more pressure. He pressed harder pinning my meat between my abs and the sole of his foot while pushing into my mouth. I could feel him throb and sucked down harder knowing it wouldn't be long before he shot his load and gave me the taste I was craving. 

The wet sound made from sucking stopped when Mike pulled completely from my mouth. I looked up in disappointment as he grabbed my hair and began begin pulling me up. He pulled my face to his and slid his in tongue between my lips as if he wanted to make sure his pre-cum had left a taste. Just as quickly as his cock pulled out of my mouth, so did his tongue and I felt his large hands turning me around. He pushed on my upper back until my face was sideways against the tile. I could feel his tongue teasing my ear as his hand wrapped around my engorged member. 

His hot breath whispered into my ear that it was time he fucked me, that his balls were hard and tight, his come ready to surge through his cock and flood my hole with seed. I felt his hands grab my hips, pulling back as his legs forced mine to spread. With barely a rub he began pressing in. I gasped, pushing back, feeling the muscle finally give way to his need. Mike began uttering dirty words, forcing his cock to probe further. When I felt his pubes scratch the soft skin of my ass, his teeth bit into my shoulder, I yelled out at him as I pushed back.

Before long the friction of his chest against my back was gone, his grip on my ass cheeks tightened, spreading them further to give him a view of his cock fucking my tight hole. My cock drooled as my hand moved down to give it some much needed attention. I yelled a curse word when Mike slapped my ass hard, telling me not to touch myself. I groaned but moved my hand back up against the wall, bracing myself as his thrusts became more forceful. His wet hips slapped against me, the sound echoing in the tiled surroundings surround. 

"Fuck yea Kev; you like this. I can feel your ass clench around me, milking my cock for its load." He pulled almost completely out rubbing my prostate the entire time before ramming his cock home. I heard his grunt as I felt the warm creamy seed spurt into my ass. He continued until his balls had emptied and my hole was filled. Without seeming to care about me he pulled his softening dick out of my twitching ass.

My legs were weak and I needed to sit, but Mike turned me around, holding me up. His eyes looked into mine as he said, "I'd knew you'd like fucking in the shower." His lips formed a slight smirk before covering mine as if to say thanks. I was still leaking pre-cum, my balls were beginning to ache when he handed me the soap, telling me to wash his cock clean and to be gentle about it, he was still post orgasm sensitive.

"Mike, I need to come, I need to get off," I pleaded softly. His only response was a soft moan, feeling my soapy hands washing his dick. The feeling of his come slowly leaking out of me was only serving to make my balls ache more. When he felt he was sufficiently clean he pulled way and turned his body to let the water rinse. I moved behind him, hugging his body with my arms and laying my face against his broad back. 

His fingers pulled my hands from his chest, "Clean yourself up but don't get yourself off. I wanna see that cock leaking and your balls hard when you get out of the shower" I watched as he stepped out and grabbed a towel, leaving me. I leaned against the tile, my hand wrapping around my cock unable to control myself. His bark giving me reason to open my eyes, "Don't do it," he said, "You'll regret it. Get yourself clean, ready for more and back into my bed before you piss me off."

When I walked back into the bedroom Mike wasn't there as I had expected. Trailing from the bedpost I saw lengths of rope. My still hard cock jerked even more. I felt his hand pull my towel away and turned to look. He pointed to the bed and pushed me in the direction. I lay down and he straddled my hips, my erection rubbed rubbing against his shorts. "That was smart, to not get off, that's being my good cocksucker." 

Mike moved up my body, taking my arms, using the rope to secure my wrists. His shorts tented as he rubbed against my face. When he moved away and got off the bed I began to panic. Standing at the end of the bed was his friend Troy, tossing his shirt to the floor and reaching to undo his jeans. I looked up at Mike, he winked, his lips forming a sinister grin. He reached down giving my painfully erect cock a few strokes. I felt his finger rub the head, getting it wet with my pre-cum before bringing it to my lips. 

"Kev," he began, "I told Troy what a cockslut you've become, he wanted to see for himself."



Mike



Mike woke up feeling deliciously happy and rejuvenated. He smiled to himself thinking about the events of the previous evening and reflected that all was well with the world and the universe was unfolding just as it should. In short, he was feeling pretty pleased with himself.

He checked the other side of the bed to ensure that Debbie was not there and an even brighter smile lit up his face. 

He got up and made his way to the bathroom. He paused at Jennie's bedroom door and looked through the open doorway; Jennie was fast asleep with Melanie beside her. The covers were thrown this way and that and he marveled at the two naked bodies splayed out before him.

Jennie was Debbie's eighteen-year-old daughter and Melanie was her twenty-year-old friend. Debbie was supposed to be Mike's girlfriend but she had taken off late in the night with a man he didn't know and didn't say much to Mike upon her leaving with the exception of, mind your own business. 

Mike didn't care; in fact he was elated! Debbie had been a lodestone around his neck since he'd moved in with her five years ago and in the recent past she had taken to disappearing for hours on end without much of an explanation. Although she'd said she was going to bingo, Mike suspected there was probably another man. Now that he knew it for sure he was thrilled because eventually that other man was going to inherit the lodestone that was Debbie.

Then there was Jennie. She had been a brat with Mike for most of the time he'd been living with her mother. He'd had to punish her a few times in the past for some of the more outrageous behavior she engaged in; God knows her mother wouldn't discipline her in any way. Her mother rarely even talked to Jennie, which made Mike feel badly for her. Overall, Jennie was a nice girl with a sweet disposition and a good personality. What she was missing in her life was some good old-fashioned parenting, something her mother was obviously unwilling or unable to give her.

Mike had treated Jennie with respect when she deserved it and had treated her as a child when she deserved that. With a few bumps in the road along the way it had worked out so that they had developed a good relationship based on mutual respect; that is until a few weeks ago. 

Mike had prepared a bowl of pot for himself when he was home alone and Jennie had walked in on him as he smoked it. Unable to deny what he had been doing, he didn't even try. Instead, he had offered to share it with her and she took him up on it. Things were going extremely well between them after they'd gotten high and then something odd happened. They discovered that each of them had been harboring a sexual attraction for the other and, now that they were high, they had acted upon it. They had fucked each other's brains out in the living room and, what's more, both of them thought it was the best thing that could have happened to them.

Since that time, they'd had sex a few more times and they'd had a threesome on two different occasions with two of Jennie's friends. Last night it was with Melanie and Mike couldn't remove the grin that was plastered to his face as he remembered it. Now, looking down at Melanie's naked body, only partially covered by the blankets that had been kicked every which way, he felt himself getting hard again. 

At just twenty years of age, Melanie was all woman. She had a curvy figure that included C cup breasts and a rounded bum just below very shapely hips. She also had a saucy innocence to her, her face accented by the cutest button nose and pleasant smile.

By contrast, Jennie was a petite girl with B cup tits and a nice athletic body. She had long straight brown hair and the most beautiful smile Mike had ever seen on a girl. Although he had enjoyed sex both with Melanie and with Cathy, Jennie's blonde friend with the slim body and doe-like eyes, Mike had to admit that his heart was definitely given to Jennie. 

He sighed contentedly and continued on to the bathroom. He urinated and then stepped into the shower. As he finished his shower he heard the phone ringing. He began to rush to the phone but then it stopped. He shrugged and decided that if the call was important whoever it was would leave a message.

He went back to his room and dressed and then went to the kitchen to make coffee. After getting the coffee machine going he went to the phone and dialed for messages. As he suspected there was a message but he was surprised to see that it was from Debbie. 

"I'm sending someone around to pick up my things," she said, her words clipped with anger. "They'll be around later today and don't even think about trying to stop them!"

Mike chuckled a little and then sat down to drink his coffee. He brought the phone to the table and checked to see the last number that called and wasn't terribly surprised to see that it was labeled as "Anonymous". 

Mike laughed a little bit when he realized that she was trying to prevent him from tracking her down. 

'Don't worry!' he said to himself, 'I wouldn't try to track you down if you were the last woman on Earth!'

It dawned on him then that Jennie was going to have to be told about this. He wondered how she would react to the news. Although Debbie could never be considered as mother of the year material, she was her mother. He pondered what he was going to say to her as he sipped his coffee.

He decided that he needed to get to the hardware store to replace the locks on the house. Debbie may have decided she didn't want to live with Mike anymore but he didn't trust her not to come around to steal as much as she could get away with when he was not home. 

He dressed and drove to the store and picked up replacement locks for all the doors. While he was there he had some spare keys made and then went home to install them. He had just finished replacing the last one when Jennie appeared wiping her eyes sleepily.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Mike sighed heavily and then rose from his kneeling position.

"Look Jennie," he said, "I have something to tell you. Something you might not like."

She looked him in the eye and blinked. Mike could see tears beginning to well and he immediately felt like crap.

"Do I have to leave?" she asked, her voice quavering.

He smiled slightly and shook his head.

"No, but your mother is leaving."

Jennie released a breath, one she had obviously been holding and then hugged Mike fiercely. 

"I knew that!" she said. "I knew she was going to leave after you fought with her last night."

Mike grinned and nodded.

"I'm surprised it took her this long to leave," Mike said.

Jennie wagged her finger in Mike's face and then pointed at the new locks.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to do something about it!" she said. "She's been treating you like garbage for years and you never did anything!"

"I didn't want to leave you alone with her," he said. "She never acted like a mother and I figured you needed someone around to make sure you were okay."

Jennie sighed and hugged him closer.

"You're not my father you know," she said with her head buried in his broad chest. "I can take care of myself."

"Maybe I wanted to be here for you." He said tenderly.

Jennie looked up and then stood on her toes to kiss him. Her tongue slipped past his lips and she swirled it around his tongue and then hummed softly. Mike lowered his hands to her bum and squeezed softly and Jennie sighed contentedly.

"So this means we can do this more often!" she said with a smile.

Mike nodded and leaned back against the wall as she reached down to undo his pants. She kneeled down and pulled them to his ankles, taking his semi hard cock completely into her mouth, all in one smooth motion. Mike gasped as his cock grew to its full length and Jennie cooed softly as she sucked on it. She reached with one hand for his balls and squeezed them gently as she sucked and Mike gasped again. She stroked the length of his cock with her other hand and pulled the head from between her lips long enough to smile at him. 

Upon seeing her big smile, that smile that he found so captivating, Mike gasped again and he felt the cum boiling up from his balls.

She placed her lips over the head once more just in time for his semen to shoot into her mouth. She pushed her cheeks out as she had seen Melanie do when she sucked Mike's cock and allowed the load to fill her mouth. She was very satisfied with herself when only two or three droplets escaped her lips to drip onto her chin.

"Wow!" he said as he slumped to the floor beside her. "You get better at that every time you do it!"

Jennie grinned and gave him a peck on the lips. Then rose from her knees and stood over him.

"Thanks!" she said. "I seem to learn more and more with each new friend of mine you seduce."

"Actually," Melanie said from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, "I seduced him."

Jennie laughed and went to Melanie and hugged her.

"Did you hear the news?" she asked. "My mom moved out and now it's just me and Mike living here! Isn't that great?"

Melanie smiled and hugged Jennie back.

"You mean we can have Mike all to ourselves?" she asked.

"You mean I have Mike all to myself!" Jennie said. "I'm just happy to share him with you!"

"Share him with me and Cathy I suppose." Melanie grunted.

"And anyone else I see fit." Jennie responded. "Just be glad I'm willing to share him with you."

"Do I get a say in all this?" Mike asked as he stood from the floor and fastened his pants.

"Yes," Jennie said. "You get to tell me which of my friends you want to fuck each night; as long as you fuck me too that is."

Mike arched his brow and then smiled. 

"When was the last time you called Charlene?" he said.

Charlene was a friend of Jennie's that Mike hadn't seen in several months. Now that he'd been given the green light, he wanted to see just how far Jennie would take this.

Jennie smiled broadly but Melanie looked like she was about to pout.

"What about me?" she said. "Didn't you like what we did last night?"

Mike smiled and went to Melanie to give her a hug.

"Go and bend over that couch and I'll show you just how much I liked it." He said in a husky whisper.

Melanie grinned and then scurried to the back of the couch. She bent forward and then smiled at Mike as he approached her from behind.

"What about me?" Jennie said.

"One thing at a time," Mike said as he unfastened his pants, allowing them to fall around his ankles once more.

He lifted the back of Melanie's night shirt and pushed his hard cock against her pussy, marveling once more at her round bum and puffy lips surrounded by faint wisps of light brown hair. He entered her slowly and groaned. Her tunnel felt like nothing he'd felt before. She seemed to be able to grip his cock using nothing but her vaginal walls. She gave a groan of her own and wriggled her bum appreciatively as he slid in and out of her.

"What about me?" Jennie repeated.

Mike looked at her as he continued to slide in and out of Melanie and beckoned her over.

"Well get over here and get yourself ready!" he said with a grin.

Jennie smiled and rushed to his side. She bent forward beside Melanie and raised her own nightshirt to expose her bum and pussy lips to Mike's heated gaze. She leaned toward Melanie and kissed her passionately. Melanie gave a hum of approval as she tasted a hint of Mike's cum still on Jennie's tongue.

Unable to resist the sight in front of him, Mike withdrew from Melanie's pussy and then pushed inside Jennie's. Both girls whimpered almost simultaneously, Melanie from losing the feel of Mike's cock inside her and Jennie from gaining the feel of Mike's cock inside her. Mike continued to pump, savoring the feel of Jennie's vagina. While Melanie seemed to be able to grip his cock with her pussy, Jennie's tunnel felt extraordinarily tight and fresh, no matter how many times he fucked her.

The girls continued to kiss and Mike felt for a tit with each hand. In his left was the generous C-cup that was Melanie's and in his right was the smaller B-cup that was Jennie's. He felt their nipples pucker as he squeezed them and studied their differences as they jiggled and bounced in his hands.

Again he withdrew his cock, this time to pull out of Jennie and then to thrust into Melanie. Again both girls moaned together but this time Melanie placed her fingers at Jennie's entrance and probed her lips. Jennie bucked slightly as she did this and Mike put both his hands on to Melanie's wonderful bum as he began to pump harder. Melanie gasped and Mike pulled on her to meet his strokes. Her legs spread wider until her feet were almost beside Mike's, his on the inside and hers on the outside. He started pounding and Melanie wailed a little bit.

"I'm going to cum!" she said with a strained voice.

Mike grunted and thrust into her again and again as hard as he could. Sweat began to pour from his forehead and he was pumping into her for all he was worth. 

Suddenly Melanie let out a cry and she slumped forward onto the couch, her limbs trembling and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Mike smiled to himself and then pulled out of Melanie only to shove himself inside Jennie as quickly as he could.

Jennie cried out in surprise and then let the cry go on as the pleasure from his thrusting took her over. Mike kept the same rapid pace he had done when Melanie came and now he was close to cumming himself. He shoved into Jennie hard, his hips slapping against her bum with each stroke. His face grew red and his breath came in gasps as he fucked her. With one last shove he felt the cum shoot inside her and he groaned loudly.

Jennie wriggled against Mike's thrusting and she felt the hot cum fill her insides as he grunted. She reached for her clitoris and gave it two or three tweaks and then she too was cumming.

The three fell sprawling against the back of the couch and it was several minutes before they heard pounding on the front door.

Mike raised himself to his feet with a sigh and went to the front window. As he looked toward the front landing he saw a man he vaguely recognized pushing his own face to the window, shielding the side of his face with one hand as he tried to glimpse through.

"Get yourselves upstairs and get dressed," he said with disgust. "It seems your mother's new boyfriend is here for her things."

The girls rushed up the stairs, squealing quietly as they went and Mike went to the front door. He opened it and stared at the man waiting there dispassionately.

"Yes?" Mike said.

"How come this fucking key doesn't work?" the man demanded, waving the offending article in front of Mike's face to punctuate his remarks.

The man looked to be in his thirties or forties, it was hard to tell with some people; especially chain smokers who almost always seemed to look older than their real age. Mike guessed he was a chain smoker because he had a cigarette clenched between two fingers with practiced ease; two fingers that had been stained yellowish brown from nicotine over several years. His brown hair was long and pulled back in a ponytail that fell below his shoulders. He had mirrored sunglasses perched on top of his head and was wearing a blue denim jacket which had seen better days. It was now stained with grease and a few other things that Mike didn't want to guess at. His blue denim pants were equally dirty and sported holes from wear on both knees and in other places. The word "BIKER" screamed through Mike's mind as he looked at him.

"Can I help you?" Mike said.

The man sighed and looked back over his shoulder toward a blue Eagle Talon parked at the edge of the driveway. Mike followed his gaze and saw Debbie sitting in the passenger seat with her arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face as she realized that Mike had seen her.

The man looked back at Mike and nodded, hoping that the message had been received and that he wouldn't have to speak anymore than was necessary.

"Her things," the man grunted. 

Mike laughed a bit and opened the door to let the man in.

"Is she coming in too?" Mike asked.

The man shook his head and gave him a hard look, daring Mike to challenge him in any way.

"Good," Mike said and then closed the door after the man came inside.

The new lock clicked into place and the man stared back at the door suspiciously when he heard it. He glanced back at Mike with his eyebrow arched, more unspoken messages, and Mike reached forward and demonstrated how to release the lock and open the door.

The man nodded and started to move toward the stairs.

"Just a minute," Mike said and the man turned toward him looking irritated.

"Girls, is your door closed?" Mike called out.

Their muffled response told Mike that it was and then he led the man to the bedroom. The man looked around the room and then gave Mike a questioning glance.

"You get what's hers and I'll stay and watch," Mike said flatly.

The man scowled and took a deep breath. After a moment he nodded and then went to the closet. 

He had obviously been briefed by Debbie on what was there and on what to take. He reached up and pulled her suitcase down, pointedly shoving Mike's suitcase back onto the shelf as it began to slip outward to where it might fall to the floor. Mike sat down on the bed and watched the man as he grabbed Debbie's clothes by the armload and shoved them haphazardly into the suitcase.

Next he went to the dresser and Mike was impressed when he unerringly went to her drawers, emptying each one into the suitcase and ignoring those drawers that held his belongings.

After about ten minutes the man stopped and scanned the room with his eyes to see if he had missed anything. Mike reached for some clay figurines and held them out to him. The man studied them for a moment and then took them into his hand. He took two steps toward the night table and dropped them into the trash bin beside the bed.

Mike laughed out loud.

"That's about everything," he said. "Do you want a beer?"

The man gave Mike an odd look and nodded and he slung the suitcase over his shoulder. Together the two of them went to the kitchen and Mike pulled two beers from the fridge.

"Consider this a peace offering," he said as he handed one to the man.

The man dropped the suitcase on the floor and took the beer. He took one long swig and then sighed heavily.

"Just a minute," the man said as he placed the beer on the table.

He took the suitcase to the front door and pushed it open.

"Come and get this!" he shouted.

He dropped the case on the landing and Debbie soon appeared. She picked up the suitcase and said something that Mike couldn't hear.

"Get in the fucking car and wait there!" the man said in his gruff voice.

Debbie started to respond but he stopped her in mid sentence with a glare.

"I told you to get in the car!"

The man then closed the door and sauntered back to the kitchen. He picked up his beer and took another long swig. He leaned against the counter opposite Mike and looked at him.

"You're alright you know?" he said.

"Thanks," Mike said. "Maybe you'll have better luck with her than I did."

The man grinned and took a drink.

"I make my own luck," he said. 

Mike nodded and the two men studied each other for a minute.

"Is her daughter coming?" the man asked suddenly.

Mike shook his head and the man nodded.

"Good!" he said. "I can't stand kids!"

He finished his beer and then placed the house key on the counter beside Mike.

"We won't be needing this anymore," he said.

"Neither will I," Mike said. "I changed all the locks. Make sure you tell her that."

The man nodded and grinned.

"You know her well!"

Mike nodded and the man walked to the door and out to his car.

Mike followed and watched from the door. As the man opened the car door Debbie asked him a question Mike couldn't hear.




Mike



"She's not coming!" he said to her.

Debbie started shouting although Mike still couldn't hear what she said.

"I told you she's not coming, she doesn't want to!" he said and then started the engine. "Now shut up, we're leaving!"

The car backed out of the driveway and Mike saw Debbie's mouth moving at a mile a minute as they pulled away.

He shrugged to himself and was about to go back into the house when he saw Cathy walking up the driveway.

Cathy was Jennie's friend and had gotten high with Jennie and Mike last weekend. That night the three of them had engaged in their first threesome. With her shoulder length blonde hair and slender body, Cathy seemed to exude sexuality. She had a reputation with the boys in the neighborhood as a real slut; even she would admit that she couldn't count the number of partners she'd had in the past year, although she could probably say that she had been fucked every day that she wasn't on her period. None of those encounters though had compared to the threesome with Jennie and Mike. That particular session had been so intense it still made her nipples hard and her pussy flow when she thought about it.

"Hi Mike," she said with a grin.

Mike held the door open for her and she went through, brushing against him teasingly as she went. Mike grinned and slapped her bum softly as she passed. He doubted she could feel it much through the blue jeans she was wearing but she smiled and winked at him as she continued on through the kitchen toward Jennie's room.

Mike followed her to the foot of the stairs and called out for Jennie.

Jennie appeared at the top of the stairs and looked at Mike with trepidation.

"Is he gone?" Jennie asked.

Yeah," Mike said with a heavy sigh. "He's gone. I hope she knows what she's getting herself into."

Jennie snorted and leaned against the wall at her side. She folded her arms across her chest and frowned.

"She always gets herself into something," she said wearily. 

Mike pursed his lips and then turned to Jennie.

"Well, she's gone and it's just the two of us now," he said.

Jennie smiled and turned toward Melanie and Cathy who appeared in the bedroom door.

"Let's go call Charlene! It's time for a party!" She said, then ushered them into her room.

Mike shook his head and returned to the kitchen. As he thought once more about Debbie being out of his life for good his mouth curled up into a broad smile. He sat down and stared at the ceiling smiling the whole time.

Hours later Mike was sitting in the living room watching television. He heard the doorbell and turned slightly toward the window. He couldn't see who was at the door but he knew that Jennie had called Charlene to come over; he assumed she was now here. The doorbell rang again but neither Jennie nor Melanie seemed to have heard it. 

He got up with a sigh and went to answer the door. He pulled it wide and couldn't help but smile as he saw Charlene standing expectantly on the landing.

"Hi Mike," she said with a bright smile. "Is Jennie home?"

Mike held the door open and gestured for her to enter.

"They're in her room," he said. "I'm sure you can find your way there."

Charlene smiled once more and walked quickly through the kitchen on her way to the stairs. Mike turned to watch her go and inhaled sharply as he watched her shapely bum wriggling inside her tight blue jeans as she walked. 

Charlene really was a beauty. She had blond hair cut at her shoulders and a pretty face with sapphire blue eyes. Her mouth was small and dainty with a perfect set of teeth. Mike was convinced she could be a model with her classic good looks.

She was wearing a brown suede jacket tonight so her body was somewhat hidden, although Mike had seen her at the beach with Jennie and her other friends. He knew she had smallish but very round and ripe breasts and a nice rounded bum. Her tummy may have been described as a little chubby but it only appeared that way because of the way her bum stuck out so proudly behind her.

As she went up the stairs Mike wondered if he would see more of that pretty little body before the night was over. 

As he resumed watching TV he saw Jennie pass by the doorway on her way to the kitchen. He heard the refrigerator door open and then the clanging of glass bottles. Then he saw Jennie reappear on her way back to the stairway holding four bottles of beer against her oversized T-shirt, the one she commonly wore as a nightshirt. Her legs were bare and Mike assumed the shirt was the only thing she was wearing.

She turned toward him as she passed and blew him a kiss. Then she was gone and he heard her feet running up the stairs and then the sound of her bedroom door opening and closing.

He went back to watching TV and put the thought of the three girls upstairs out of his mind. He instead concentrated on the episode of Stargate Atlantis that was airing. As he watched, Jennie came down to the kitchen twice more for beer and once Melanie made the trip. She smiled broadly at Mike as she passed and he admired her nightshirt, which just happened to be one of Mike's button-down dress shirts that she had acquired last night. 

Mike could feel his cock stiffen slightly as he watched her sashay past with the four beer bottles cradled against her belly. She grinned at him once more and then she too was gone. 

After a while Stargate Atlantis was long over and an incomprehensively boring movie was playing on the Space Channel. Mike wondered to himself what was wrong with modern day script writers who couldn't seem to stop themselves from inventing impossibly complicated plot twists; the best films were based on the simplest of plots.

"Hey Mike," Jennie said.

Mike turned to the archway that led to the kitchen to see her leaning with her back against the entrance, one leg bent at the knee with her foot resting coquettishly against her other knee. She was grinning broadly and he knew she was up to something. He grinned back and slumped into the couch, knowing what she was about to ask.

"Do you want to come and smoke some pot with us?" she said.

Mike allowed his smile to get bigger and he chuckled.

"I suppose I'm the one supplying the pot too huh?" he said.

Jennie shook her head adamantly, almost as if her feelings were hurt.

"No," she said. "We brought our own!"

Mike was pleasantly surprised and he stood up with enthusiasm.

"Actually," she said ruefully, "we've already smoked one joint together. What we really wanted was for you to bring your little pipe."

Mike laughed and rushed to get his pipe from its hiding place and then followed Jennie up the stairs. She opened the door and Mike was greeted by a hazy cloud of smoke, thick with the smell of marijuana and beer. He looked around as Jennie sat down with the girls, all of them dressed similarly in over sized shirts of varying descriptions. He noticed that Charlene had taken one of his button-down shirts just as Melanie had. 

All tolled, it was a sight to make him excited beyond belief. Here were four lithe young girls only half dressed with their nightshirts barely concealing their bodies from the hips upward. They were seated on the floor with their legs thrust into the center of their little circle, their shapely calves and thighs on display for his viewing pleasure. 

He felt his cock stiffen slightly underneath his track pants and then sat on the edge of the bed so he was partially behind and to the side of Jennie and Melanie. They both shifted to make some room and tugged at his pant leg urging him into the group on the floor. He shrugged and moved downward until he was in the group and tucked his legs underneath him in a partial squat.

"I think I'm a little overdressed," he said indicating his loose track pants.

"You can take them off if you want to." Cathy said with a giggle.

"You slut!" Charlene exclaimed with a guffaw.

"Yeah right!" Cathy retorted, "Like you've never seen a guy with no pants before!"

Charlene gasped and turned crimson red and then stared at the floor.

"That's okay," Melanie said nuzzling up to Mike's side. "We'll convince him to get rid of those things somehow; I'm sure something will come to us."

All the girls giggled as they stared at him and Mike began to feel a little uneasy.

Jennie finished packing the pipe and held the lighter to it, coaxing it gently to light. She took a deep breath of smoke and then passed it to Mike. Mike took his own haul off the pipe, noting with amusement how Charlene watched him as he did; she seemed to be fascinated that he would actually smoke up with them.

He passed the pipe to Charlene and held the lighter in place for her as she sucked on it uncertainly. She took a small breath and looked from Jennie to Cathy, wondering if she was doing it right. They nodded their encouragement and she took a slightly deeper breath. Her eyes suddenly went wide and she pulled the pipe out of her mouth and stared at it in something like wonder. She coughed slightly as she blew it out and then leaned back heavily against the side of the bed. 

"Oh my God!" she said breathily.

The others laughed softly at her reaction and then the pipe was passed to Cathy. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it while staring Mike in the eye. Teasingly she ran her tongue around the edge of it and then pushed the whole stem of the pipe into her mouth, moving it back and forth slowly like a small cock. 

"You are such a slut!" Charlene said dreamily as she pushed herself to a sitting position again.

Cathy grinned and passed the pipe on to Melanie who began sucking on it and coaxing some wisps of the potent smoke into her lungs. 

Cathy then reached down to the hem of her T-shirt and swept it over her head and off with one fluid motion. Her little tits were every bit as tasty looking as Mike remembered them and he licked his lips as her nipples puckered into small pink buds before their eyes. Her pink panties consisted of a small triangular patch of cotton fabric covering her pussy, with a red elastic hem reaching to an equally small triangular patch covering her bum.

The other girls gasped and then started tittering together. Melanie looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each person there and then began undoing the buttons on her shirt one at a time. She grinned saucily and then pulled the shirt off to reveal her large C-cup breasts. Much to Mike's surprise, she was not wearing panties and he could see her curly auburn pubic hairs between her crossed legs. 

Cathy's mouth went wide and she let out a great guffaw as she pointed at Melanie's bare pussy. Jennie was giggling with the rest of them and she pulled her shirt off and tossed it across the room where it almost fell into her laundry basket. Her generous B-cup tits jiggled slightly as she laughed and she pinched her nipples playfully, making them stick out like little cherries. Like Melanie, she was not wearing panties either and her brown patch of pubic hair glistened slightly with moisture. 

Cathy stood up and slipped her own panties to her feet and stepped daintily out of them. She giggled and tossed them at Jennie who grabbed them out of midair and then held them to her nose, inhaling deeply to catch the scent of Cathy's pussy in the fabric.

All the girls gasped at Jennie and then they turned to Mike expectantly. Having enjoyed the show so far, he knew that his erection would be immediately visible as soon as he stood up. He grinned and got to his feet and, before they could react to the bulge in his pants, he pulled his pants and shorts to the floor. Then he removed his shirt and stood proudly in front of the girls with his fully erect cock for all of them to see.

Jennie, Cathy and Melanie all smiled at his display, their mouths watering slightly and their pussies beginning to tingle at the memory of how that cock had felt in each of them. 

Charlene was having trouble grasping what was going on around her. One minute, they were all getting high and the next, everyone in the room was naked except for her. She felt her own pussy tingle as she looked around and she had no doubt where this was going; she knew they were all about to fuck. What she couldn't grasp was that it appeared they were all about to fuck Jennie's father. She could tell by studying each of them that this was something they had done before and she had a brief feeling of jealousy that they hadn't told her about it. 

She gulped and stared with wide eyes at Mike's cock. She had seen cocks before and his was just about average, about six and a half inches in length and with a swollen mushroom head about two and a half inches around at its thickest. There was a drop of cum poised to drip to the floor at his pee hole and Charlene gulped again when Jennie reached out to smear it onto her finger and then bring it to her mouth.

Jennie giggled and pushed her finger between her lips, savoring the taste. She grinned at the others and then laughed out loud as they watched her. 

Melanie reached forward with her mouth and engulfed Mike's cock completely. Cathy and Jennie gasped and then leaned forward to watch eagerly as she started sucking. Mike groaned aloud and entwined his hands in her hair, grasping for it and curling her ringlets around his hands as he held her mouth in place. He started moving his hips and Melanie allowed him to fuck her mouth softly. She puckered her lips around his shaft and cupped his balls gently as he moved.

Mike felt his eyes cross as she took him in. She had opened her throat and her mouth now felt like the warmest wettest pussy he had ever fucked. She looked into his eyes as he moved; her eyes wide and doe like as she slurped along his cock. 

She felt an orgasm approaching as she sucked him off and she smiled to herself, knowing that she hadn't even touched herself. She enjoyed sucking cock so much she was about to cum just from the feel of his cock sliding between her lips. 

She groaned around his shaft and Mike felt his balls pucker up. With a loud grunt he started to cum. Jennie and Cathy moved up close to Melanie's side and, after the first spurt shot into her mouth, she moved aside and then Jennie took it into her mouth to get the second spurt. Melanie let go of his cock and then Cathy wrapped her little hand around it and took the head between her lips. She stroked the shaft a couple of times and was rewarded with a slow stream of cum that drooled out of his pee hole.

The three girls sat back, giggling and licking their lips and humming with approval at the taste of Mike's semen. Jennie leaned toward Melanie and the two of them pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss. As the others watched they could see the whitish semen coating their lips and tongues as they swirled around each other.

Cathy looked Mike in the eye and stood up. She stepped to his side and wrapped one arm around his waist as her other hand began to stroke his flaccid cock. Mike reached down and cupped her bum in his hand and then kissed her. He slid his tongue between her lips and she responded with her own tongue as they parried and thrust. Mike's cock began to grow again and Cathy got on her knees facing Charlene. She raised her bum proudly toward Mike and he knelt behind her, rubbing his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy. With her hair so naturally light her lips were pink and puffy and Mike closed his eyes in bliss as he pushed it slowly inside her. 

Charlene sat virtually frozen in awe and fear as the orgy around her played itself out. Although she was becoming more and more aroused as the action became more heated, she was still unsure of removing her own clothes. On the one hand, seeing her friends crowd around Mike's cock as he came into their mouths was very stimulating. On the other hand, she had never before been drawn to men not in the same age group as she. Although she had to admit that Mike was good looking and pretty well kept, he was in his thirties and almost twice the age of both Jennie and Cathy at eighteen and Melanie and twenty. Charlene was nineteen and thought that Mike was far too old for any of them.

As these thoughts ran through her drug and alcohol addled mind, Cathy was leaning toward her as Mike fucked her from behind. The look of bliss on her face as her head rocked from the rhythm of Mike's hip movements made Charlene shiver with desire. She reached tentatively for Cathy's cheek and then leaned forward to kiss the girl. 

Unlike the other girls in the room who had never considered sex with other girls until recently, Charlene had long known of her bisexual tendencies and had longed to see and touch her friend's bodies for some time. As she kissed Cathy her own nipples puckered to hardness and she felt her pussy juices flowing copiously. 

Cathy pulled Charlene's shirt off and then lowered her head to suckle the girl's nipples. Charlene sighed deeply as Cathy took her nipple between her teeth and nibbled on it. 

Mike saw Charlene's tits exposed for the first time, noting absently that her nipples almost looked like blood red moles, the kind of nipples he had only seen previously on Oriental girls.

Cathy tugged at Charlene's panties insistently, finally exposing her blonde covered muff. Without pulling them all the way off, Cathy simply buried her head into the wet mass of fur and began licking furiously and enjoying the gasps and sighs that Charlene made in response.

Mike started banging into Cathy hard, gasping with pleasure as her tiny pussy sucked at his cock. Mesmerized by the sight of her pink lips moving back and forth on his shaft he then looked over her back to see Charlene with her fingers tangled in Cathy's hair. She was pulling at her and panting breathlessly as Cathy ate her out, her tongue dancing across her clitoris and exposed pussy lips. 

With a groan of desire, Mike pulled out of Cathy and then launched himself at Charlene. Cathy moved aside, somewhat surprised at Mike's urgency. She then smiled and held Mike's cock head at the entrance to Charlene's pussy. Mike shoved it inside causing both him and Charlene to groan loudly. Then he started pounding into her as hard and fast as he could, forcing the breath out of her lungs with each thrust. Cathy massaged Mike's balls and Charlene's asshole with her fingers, which were well lubricated by their mixed juices.

Charlene started screaming in ecstasy and Mike let out a loud gasp. Then the two of them froze in place, his cock shoved deeply inside her and her hips raised to meet his thrust. There was sweat standing on their brows and they both quivered for a moment. Then Mike fell to one side and Charlene fell to the other, both of them spent and panting to draw breath.

Mike opened his eyes slowly and looked up to see Cathy looking down at him and smiling brightly. Melanie and Jennie were fondling and kissing each other but also looking at him with lusty grins on their faces.

Jennie then pushed Melanie back and started licking at her pussy. Melanie sighed and settled back happily as Jennie licked her. Feeling inspired, Cathy lowered her pussy on to Melanie's mouth and hummed happily as Melanie's tongue tickled at her sensitive places. Mike knelt down and began tonguing at Jennie's pussy, reveling in the taste of her as she wriggled her bum in appreciation. 

Mike was a little surprised when he felt Charlene's mouth close over his cock. He looked back to see that she had slid under his hips and was now holding his shaft as she pushed him back and forth between her lips. He sighed at the feeling and then renewed his licking of Jennie. 

Mike opened his eyes the next morning and sat up in alarm. He looked around to see that he was in his own bed. He rubbed his eyes and then lifted the blankets slightly to see Cathy's naked body on one side of him and Charlene's naked body on the other. 

He smiled to himself and slid out of bed, careful not to disturb either of the girls. On his way to the bathroom he paused at Jennie's door to see her and Melanie curled up to sleep together, their nude bodies entwined around each other as they snored softly.




Mike



As he went to the toilet for his morning piss he smiled once more and mused to himself.

"Sometimes a man's home really is a castle!" he said.



Mike



My best friend and his wife invited me over to play cards. I hadn't been to their house in a while, so I decided to bring a bottle of tequila, some frozen strawberries, a bottle of lemon juice, and some ice so that we could have margaritas.

I paused before knocking on their door to wish that I hadn't cheated on my girlfriend a couple months back. She had been damn near perfect for me, and always loved coming to play cards here with us. I had gotten drunk at a party though, and the next thing I knew, I was having sex with some other woman.

Really good sex... my dick throbbed just thinking about it.

I brushed that thought aside, and knocked on the door.

"Mike! Glad you could make it!" Doug greeted me.

"No problem," I replied gruffly.

I walked to their kitchen, and handed my bag full of supplies to Shelley. She welcomed me with a kiss on the cheek.

She whipped up a strong pitcher of Margaritas, and then drank most of it herself throughout our card game. As a result, she had phenomenal luck, winning most of the time, and then devolved into a giggling drunk rolling around on the table. Doug guided her to their bed, and told me that she had passed out by the time he had undressed her and tucked her in.

I laughed. We played a few more hands, but then I had to go to the bathroom. Doug looked like he was going to pass out on the table as he lazily sipped on a beer.

On my way back from the bathroom, I noticed that their bedroom door was open, and that Shelley was sprawled out in the most interesting way. She was completely naked except for part of her blanket covering her stomach. Her legs were somewhat spread apart, both bent slightly. Was she dreaming about riding a horse?

Her arms were tossed carelessly above her head, and her whole body was tilted ever so slightly to one side. I stood in the dark hallway, mesmerized by the way the light from behind me highlighted her. It was almost like a dim spotlight focused on her juicy pussy.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to taste her. I crawled into her bed just enough to press my face between her legs. I inhaled deeply; she smelled so good!

I slid both my arms under her hips, and used my shoulders to spread her legs wider. The first lick of my tongue was so light that I barely felt her, but I could taste her, so I knew I had actually touched her lips. I licked her again, fascinated by the way her slit rubbed along either side of my tongue. The third time, I made the tip of my tongue hard, and probed her as I licked all the way from bottom to top.

Using my nose to part her lips, I inserted my tongue into her hole. She was oozing wet at this point, and it increased her incredibly good smell. I fucked her with my tongue until a brilliant idea occurred to me.

Using my right hand, I stuck two fingers inside her, and rubbed the rough spot on the roof of her "mouth." Meanwhile, I licked her clit; softly at first, but with increasing pressure.

She was still completely out, but her breathing increased, and she moaned faintly from time to time. I bet that she's dreaming that her husband is doing this to her. I realized that I had been gone long enough by this point that Doug should have come looking for me, but he hadn't, so I guess he must have passed out after all.

Her clit seemed to grow just a little bit bigger, and I wanted to see if I could suck on it. It took a bit of practice, but soon I was sucking and nipping it like it was a nipple. Each time I did, she gasped.

Her body got tighter and tighter until I thought the pressure on my fingers would break them, but I continued to rub inside her as I sucked on her clit. Suddenly, she let out a strangled cry, and I was utterly surprised when a sweet fluid sprayed all over my face. I put my mouth over her pussy, and swallowed what I could.

She was panting rapidly, but amazingly, she was not awake! I decided to press my luck. Taking a few minutes to shed my clothes, I crawled back into bed with her. I knelt between her legs wondering what I wanted to do first.

I was harder than I can ever remember being! My shaft was a bit on the short and thin side, but the head was big and round like a bulb. I've been told that -- even though it looks weird to me -- this is really fun for the ladies.

Strangely, I was intrigued by the way she had squirted. More than even shooting my load, I wanted to see if I could make her do it again. Deciding, I pulled her legs over mine, and pushed into her. She moaned, but her breath had returned to normal.

Once I was buried deep, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb as I thrust into her in powerful bursts. Oh God! She started getting so tight almost immediately, and it was all I could do to hold back. I didn't want to finish so soon!

I thought about other things as I continued what I was doing, and it took her surprisingly little time to suddenly squeal and gush out that sweet fluid between us.

I felt a hand on my back, pushing me forward. My hand was now trapped between me and Shelley, my thumb still rubbing her clit.

"Doug, man, you're drunk! Think about what you're doing!" I said almost frantically as I felt him trying to push into me.

"Quiet, Mike. You're the one having sex with my wife while she's passed out," he whispered.

"Don't do this!" I pleaded.

But it was already too late. Doug worked his way inside me, and I couldn't do anything about it with one hand trapped and my whole body trapped between the two of them.

I held still, wondering what to do. Doug started thrusting into me in a way that made me thrust into Shelley. I hadn't cum yet, and I wanted to so badly. I was surprised -- shocked really -- to discover that Doug hit something with each thrust that felt insanely good.

I was about to pump Shelley full! This gave me an idea.

"Doug, Stop! I'm going to cum in Shelley! Surely you don't want me to get her pregnant!"

"We've been married for 5 years and haven't had any kids yet. If you do manage to get her pregnant, you'll be doing something that I haven't been able to do," he stated, his voice sounding a lot like he was close to cumming too.

Shelley started groaning loudly again, and she got oh so tight around my shaft. She gasped, and I felt that gushing again. It made me lose all control, and I roared as I filled her up. I felt like I pumped several cups of cum into her, and I immediately longed to pump a few more.

I slumped onto her body, and Doug continued what he was doing. I felt too good to care that my best friend was fucking me. I was not into men at all, and if I was, he was definitely not my first choice, but I guess he was right. I had raped his wife, so it was only fair that he got to rape me.

Shelley was thrashing about, despite both mine and her husband's weight on her. I wasn't doing anything, but Doug's movement's made me rub her continuously. I was amazed that she wasn't wide awake and screaming for us to stop by now. After all, she had just cum 3 times in the past... I don't know, hour?

She rippled around me. It felt like she was having an incredibly long orgasm, and her muscles made it impossible for me to go limp. In fact, between her and Doug, I was rapidly getting close to exploding again. I couldn't help but cry out. This felt about 10 times more intense than anything I could ever recall feeling in the past.

"Oh God!" I chanted.

Doug was chanting it too, and suddenly I felt him bury himself deep inside me, and I felt flooded with heat. It set me off, and I shouted as I deposited more cum into Shelley after all.

I felt raw, and was utterly relieved when Doug pulled out of me to lay on his bed a moment later. I needed a few minutes of recuperation before I could move, but I knew it had to be soon because my hand was tingling as it fell asleep between us.

Shelley settled back into sleep fairly quickly, and I was glad she had stopped rippling around me.

Just when I though Doug had fallen asleep, he chuckled. "Shelley is going to get so horny when she watches the video tomorrow!"

"What?!" I demanded in disbelief.

Doug laughed again. "Yeah, this has been her fantasy almost since we first got married, but I told her that I'd have to get pretty drunk to even consider it."

I wanted to shout, "I've been set up, you dirty rat!" but I couldn't. No matter what they had wanted, I was still the one who chose to take advantage of my best friend's naked and passed out wife. I'm just lucky that he hadn't caught me, thrown me out, and then refused to speak to me ever again.

I fell asleep before I could obsess about it anymore. Part of me wondered if I'd be willing to make her fantasy come true when she was awake. I shuddered in horror even as I secretly admitted that it had felt incredible.

I banished the dreams, unconsciously shaking my head in my sleep. Nah! Not gonna happen.

"Mike," Doug whispered, but I was too asleep to respond. "I think we should do this for her again when she wakes up."

Eek!



Mike



We're drunk, so very drunk. You more than me though. 

I jam my key into the lock and open my door; I practically fall into the room and lie laughing on the floor. You step over my head laughing too, and turn the light on. Now I'm grinning as I pull myself up and lock the door behind us, sealing us from the rest of the flat. Not like anyone else is awake at 4am, but these are student halls and anyone can just walk in, security is that shit.

I catch your eye as I walk over and take the drink you just poured me. Most of it is on the floor; I'm glad, even the little that made it into the glass will probably tip me over the edge, and I want to remember tonight. I deliberately let my fingers linger on yours as I take the drink, and then sink onto my office chair. My eyelids flutter with faux-drunkenness as I watch you drink messily from your own glass, still standing -- no, swaying -- in the centre of the room. I know exactly what I want Mike, do you want the same?

It made you nervous to go in those bars tonight didn't it? As soon as I knew you were visiting me I decided I had to rip you out of those mainstream clubs from back home and show you something a little different. Back home you're that 6ft guy in the bar that turns heads, but here you needed twice as much alcohol just to join me in the crowd. I looked after you though.

Time to test the waters; I put my glass down and awkwardly stand up, feigning effort. I begin to lift my t-shirt off, turning towards my wardrobe as I do; it gets tangled as I try to push my arms through, covering my head. I struggle, and then feel your fingers on the sides of my naked torso, and your body brushing up behind me. I freeze, my vision still obscured, and just let myself absorb your presence. You don't move, you simply let your fingers rest gently on my body.

They feel electric upon my skin, and I'm suddenly nervous with excitement as I comprehend that you share my own intentions for tonight. Here I am at 4am, standing in my crappy bedroom so close to four other students, with you holding my body; we can't pretend this isn't happening and I'm not going to let you back down. I lift the t-shirt from my head -- it wasn't stuck at all of course -- and let it fall to the ground. I watch the material crumple as it hits the floor; there's something so erotic about the situation, everything is turning me on. I raise my head up once again and feel your stubble on my neck as you kiss me gently beneath my ear. My ear lobe moves slightly as you continue down my neck to my shoulders, breathing upon my bare skin. This is mind-blowing. Your fingers follow my skin as I turn around to face you.

There's a split second where I look at your chiselled face, absorb your features, notice the slightly messed-up hair, and the faint smell of sweat from our night out. Normally I would have been alarmed by the aggressively hungry look in your eyes, but any sense of caution disappears when you kiss me. I say kiss, but it's more of a violation. This is the first time I've ever kissed a man, and you are not tender with me Mike. Instead our teeth clash together in a drunken tussle that culminates with you thrusting your tongue into my mouth, muffling any objections that I could potentially have been making. There are none, evidently.

You taste different and strange, the drinks making you seem alien though I imagine I taste exactly the same, and your lips are tougher than any others I've kissed before. The impact of having this man being so intimate with me ploughs through my drunken stupor and I am suddenly hard, my body wanting to burst out of my remaining clothes. My hands have made their way to your hips and are pushing you towards me, crotch pressing into my own; your hands are roaming over my entire torso and back, feeling my skin and rubbing me. They feel huge, I feel dwarfed in their grasp, and I also notice that I am looking up to him, just slightly, as we make out. Is this how it feels for the women he has had?

My thoughts are disrupted as Mike breaks our kiss and steps away to take his own shirt off; there is a moment of silence as he looks back at me and down at his own spectacular body. His muscles are defined, and he is plucked. I can see the first hint of pubic hair at the top of his branded boxers. His look suggests I should be appraising his body, which I realise I am. Even drunk his ego is dominant, and I realise he is used to being worshipped, much how I have in secret for the last few years. 

The alcohol has made me slightly cocky, and I choose not to offer any compliments apart from a smile as I close the distance between us again. I place my hands over his pectorals, and spread my fingers whilst rubbing his nipples. They harden, and I move my hands past his armpits and grasp his shoulder blades, pushing him into my body again. This time I ignore his lips and bite his neck, eliciting a growl. It's as if his masculinity is being challenged; he moves his head and locks onto my lips again, his hands holding my hips too firmly, and arches his back to tower over me and push me down. Once again he is dominant, and I love it.

His breathing quickens and his chest starts to press into mine with every gasp that he takes; a faint sheen of sweat has appeared that rubs off onto my own torso. I drop my hands to his ass, and for the first time I run one hand around between us and grab his crotch. In my mind I had always imagined this to be a sensual movement, but I am drunk and there is no finesse; I find a hard, indistinct mass that feels warm through the fabric of his jeans, though I'm not sure if I'm imagining that part. I grab at it, revealing my inexperience, but he is so wasted that it doesn't matter. He growls again as I hold him, pushing himself against my hand. Drink has made me brave, and I bring the other hand around and clumsily start to undo his belt. He continues to tear at my face, his hands also moving down to my backside, pulling each cheek apart and massaging them roughly. 

At last the strip of leather comes free and I grab the button that still holds his trousers up; undone, I pull down the zip and feel his jeans splay to each side, still held up by his hips. I am still working blind at this point, my face being assaulted by his mouth. I lay a hand flat against his stomach, and move down jarringly over muscle until I reach his underwear. I slip one finger, and then another, and then the rest underneath the waistband and feel the coarseness of his pubes. In my head I'm screaming that I should be in shock, for the first time I am putting my hand down another man's pants! But this seems a minor thought as lust compels me to continue. The tips of my fingers brush against skin and I realise that I have found his penis much sooner than I thought I would. I don't stop moving my hand though.

Further I reach into his crotch, and pass my fingers around the fleshy appendage that strains against the boxers that imprison it. My fingers meet as I encircle it completely, then lift it out into the air; Mike's kisses slow down as he feels me take it out and let it rise up to complete hardness. We break apart and both look down as it. Uncut, it is rough and stares back at me, his balls retracting slightly beneath. I look back up and find Mike looking at me with that self-assured grin of his; he is expecting things and I know that I am going to do them. Part of me wants to resist, and refuse this man what he has come to demand from his lovers, but I realise that I have chosen this night to happen. I wanted him, and now I have him. The entire situation has been manipulated by me, so that I can experience a man for the first time. With that thought, I regain my understanding that I am in control, not Mike, though he may think differently.

He steps back and falls drunkenly onto the bed, sitting with his legs apart having dropped his trousers to his ankles. There is something funny about this; here I am looking at my drunken friend, barely upright on my bed, with his cock and balls out, waiting for me to pleasure him. I grin, and sink to my knees in front of him.

Up close I don't really know what to make of his penis; his foreskin is pulled back, the head large and dark. Unlike his chest he is hairy, though keeps his pubes short. I realise I am examining it like a specimen, so take the base in my one hand and look up at his face. His lips are parted slightly, and moist from my own mouth only moments before. His eyes are fixated on my hand. Looking at his face, I gently pass it up to the tip of his cock and hold the head firmly. His eyes close and mouth opens further; I know that look, from having my own dick touched, and I realise how much pleasure I am giving to this man. I look down and place my mouth over the top of my closed fist, then slowly pull both down over his cock. I go slowly more for my own benefit, but it makes him groan slightly all the same. I feel my fingers pull over his skin and sense rather than feel his penis enter my mouth. Eventually it touches the roof of my mouth and I bring my tongue up to probe it. It is strange having a part of someone else inside my mouth, and for a moment I let it rest there, adjusting to the intrusion and feeling of being filled. Without thought I move my head and bring my mouth back off Mike's dick -- I've seen enough porn, it seemed instinctual. My fist pulls back up at the same time and I see his foreskin pull back up to his head, and then spring back again as I ball my hand around the tip of his dick. There, I've done it, sucked my first cock. I expected to feel different, somehow superior to before, or even dirty, but everything's the same. Mike's head has rolled back, his face relaxed, with his dick still in my hand. I want to do it again.

This time I keep my eyes open, and curl my fingers around his sweaty balls instead; I want to see his penis penetrate my mouth. I keep my lips slightly closed, and press them against the slit looking up at me; I open them to wrap around his head and let my teeth open even wider as it passes through. I feel the edge of his head and then the hardness of his shaft, and continue down his cock until I can feel him at the back of my mouth. I push a little further and feel the head brush my throat gently; he feels gigantic inside me. I hold my lips tightly around him, and push my tongue into a point to drag along the underside as I begin to back off his cock again. He leaves my mouth with a slight popping noise, and I smack my lips together again. He doesn't taste of anything, or maybe just a little sweaty, I'm not sure. His penis now has a wet sheen on it from my saliva, and I feel slightly proud that I've sucked him and haven't been disgusted. In fact, I like it.

Pleased, I begin to suck him again, experimenting with moving my hands along his shaft at the same time, pressing him further into my mouth, and lightly dragging my teeth along it; he groans, and his body twitches slightly. Small amounts of fluid leaks from him that I lick off with interest; it tastes of something, but I'm not quite sure what. I continue licking with big, exaggerated movements, and finish by quickly putting his entire length in my mouth. He groans loudly and opens his eyes for the first time in minutes; looking down at me I sense he wants something more. His hands push me away from his penis and I stand up in front of him. Still heavily intoxicated, he fumbles at my trousers and awkwardly pulls them down to my feet; without hesitation he grasps as my underwear and drags them down past my thighs. I am completely hard, I have been for far too long. He notices my cut penis with drunken interest, and goes to grab it, tugging on it slightly. Though rough it is still enjoyable, and reminds me of my own need for release. He seems uninterested though. He stops and pulls me onto the bed with both hands, once again gripping my hips how he first did. I lie in front of him on my back, and lift my right leg around so I am spread before his eyes, cock bulging. He positions himself on top of me with stilted motions, and kisses me roughly again whilst lowering his heavy body directly onto mine. I am pressed into the mattress while his arms prop him up over my head. Without thinking my legs lift up and come up to the sides of my chest, exposing myself completely to him. I'm not sure if he notices my position or not, but I feel exhilarated.

He seems to get tired of the kissing quickly, and sits back up on the backs of his legs, looking down at my body. I am still transfixed by his hard cock, but realise what he wants. With one hand I grasp him firmly and sit up, with the other hand I open my bedside drawer and find my bottle of lube. I release his dick and pump some of the slick liquid onto my fingers, coating them completely. With my one remaining arm I prop myself upright, my legs still spread and tucked up, resting on his thighs. I look at him and study his face while my other hand reaches between my legs, past my balls and touches my asshole. My back arches as I begin to finger my opening, pressing my digits into myself far too quickly in excitement. I can't help myself, I am in a guy's lap, fucking my own asshole while he looks down at me; he's hardly even touched me. 

The scene is obviously having an effect on Mike too as he grasps my head with both hands and delves into my mouth again, muffling my moans. My mind wanders and I compare myself to one of his women, making sure they're completely wet and ready for him; it occurs to me that he might be pretending that I am a female body he is about to fuck, instead of a near-enough copy of his own. I feel him leaning forward and I forget these thoughts.

My hand leaves my asshole and grasps his penis as I am pushed back onto the bed, with my legs up by my chest again. I feel confident touching him now, and coat the entire thing with the remaining lube. Mike moves his crotch down past my own and drunkenly pushes up against me. I can feel his cockhead brushing past my ass cheeks, and realise he is in no state to aim properly. He goes still and I reach down and bring the head against my asshole and leave it there, resting casually. I have time to relax my hole before he tries to push inside me. He slips and his cock slides down my ass; again, I don't even know if he's noticed or not. I reach forward and this time I guide his thrust into me. He breaks through and I gasp more out of shock than pain. This only seems to encourage him however as he moves his body up further and then grinds the rest of his cock into me. I try to relax but the pain is too much. My head comes forward and I bite his shoulder, turning my pain into an attack against him.

He literally couldn't give a shit. He pulls himself out of me, leaving only the head in, and then ploughs back into me, impaling me again on his manhood. The sensation is wild and again painful, but I don't have the time to think about anything by the massive intrusion in my asshole, and his body pressing down on me. I am stabbed. He is dominating me. 

I start to enjoy myself. I look down and can see his dick disappearing beneath my own cock and balls, which I realise are hard and tight. I reach down and grasp my own dick for the first time, with its familiarity and size. I begin to masturbate, my hand still slick from the lube. Mike has his eyes closed again, practically ignoring me; I look at him while I touch myself, with a weird sense of wanting to be caught getting off. It does not take long for me to reach climax. I want to savour it, and make it last for ages, but I am still slightly drunk and I am coming before I know it. It is intense and prolonged, the sensations in my ass making the explosion all the more powerful; my come splatters up my body and Mike's, covering my hand and sticking to my chest hair. For a few seconds I remain with my fist clutched around my dick, eyes glazed over, just feeling Mike pummel my opening, but then I develop a sense of clarity, and complete sobriety. I truly appreciate the act I am taking part in, and can feel Mike's penis entering and exiting me so intensely that I am immediately turned on again. I consider the fact that another human being -- an incredibly good-looking one -- is naked and inside me, using me to get himself to an orgasm. I feel sexy and in control; he is now the animalistic one, sweating and thrusting, and I am serene, underneath him, being pleasured to new heights.

My legs straighten and spread outwards, allowing him to completely enter me up to his balls; the further intrusion is still shocking, but enjoyable, and has an obvious effect on him. He thrusts quicker, skin slapping against mine, and groans loudly. I do not care if my flatmates hear him, this is his moment. With one final thrust he pulls from my asshole and kneels over me, grasping his dick with both hands. He tugs once, maybe twice, and come spews from his slit all over me. I am once again shocked; another man has just come over me, spilling his semen onto my skin. There is only a small amount, it isn't like porn; he didn't gush. There were perhaps three spurts and the rest dribbled over his fingers, but I was too busy concentrating on his face, watching his features contort and his mouth open. I think to myself that it was the only moment of the entire evening that he was truly vulnerable. He keels over on top of me and I am once again pressed into the bed, this time his entire weight on top of me. 

You're heavy Mike, but I'm enjoying it.



Mike & Adam: A Friendship Deepens



"What the heck is wrong with you, Adam?" I laughed. "You seem way out of joint. You miss your wife or something?"

Like each summer for the past five, our wives and kids (his three daughters, my two) had already departed for Montana. Like each summer for the past five, we both had started getting a bit cranky without some occasional sex to keep us calmed down. It was a standing joke/excuse for both of us to get a little testy.

"Come on, pal, you can talk to me. We have been through a lot together over the last several years. I know the aggravation you endured over that tenure business and we spent endless hours on that business venture. Come on, what's eating you?"

Adam was now a tenured engineering professor at RIT, while I had a teaching position in computer science at Geneva College. We had collaborated on a couple of projects together in the local industrial community, one of which resulted in a shared patent that had made life a whole lot easier for both of us financially. We belonged to the same country club for golf, played basketball during the winter together and slow pitch softball in the summer. 

"Hey, buddy, this is your best friend Mike talking here. I even told you about the incident with that lacrosse player." Adam smiled just a little as he remembered my genuine shock when the lacrosse jock came on to me during a private tutoring session. 


The jock stud had come up behind me and slipped his hand in the crack of my ass starting up high near my back and pushing against the seam of my jeans deep into my crotch. The jock had told me in no uncertain terms that I was hot, that he wanted to suck my cock for me, and was I interested? 

Since we were at home in my private computer lab, I told the jock that if I was going to let him suck my cock, it had better be good. He just smiled as he leaned into me and kissed my neck as he unbuckled my jeans and then went down on my cock. He did not disappoint. It was in fact the best blow job I had ever gotten, including a full deep throat treatment. Adam was a little stunned when I told him about that but he just ended up laughing about it.

"You know that you are as close to me as a brother. We've shared just about everything two guys can share." Honestly, Adam had become the brother to me that my older brother, the world's number one self-absorbed prick, could never be.   We shared all those things that most guys just cannot share with their wives, like the passion for sports, the singular joy of a dad in his love and pride over his daughters, the frustration of a wife's sexual passion gone stone cold, the sense of a team accomplishment in a joint product development that actually benefited people and even the necessary hug when no one else understood the isolation that many men face.

"Look, Adam, I am not going to beg you. Come on, man, what's eating you? You're a guy and I'm a guy and there's nothing you can't share with me. What is it?" 

Adam looked at me with a look I had never seen before from him and I was having trouble processing it. What the heck was going on? Was he seriously ill? Was he having marital problems? What was wrong? "I am struggling with something, my friend, really struggling..."

Adam pushed away from the table and walked to the stairs leading down to his family room. For a mechanical engineer, he had a lot of emotion and it was not at all uncommon for him to turn away to hide his emotions. He disappeared down the short flight of stairs to a lower section of his large home where his family room was. 

I followed him down the stairs and approached him as he stood in front of the couch. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darker room and I actually walked right into him. I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him back toward me.

"Hey, buddy, come one, what's wrong?" My desire to know what was bugging my friend and my brother was genuine and sincere. I really did care what was wrong, and Adam sensed it.

He looked me straight in the eye, and this time I recognized that look. It took my breath away as I realized what was really going on in his mind and heart. "You need to know something, Mike. I am going to tell it to you straight. I want your honest response."

My heart was hammering in my chest and the pounding of the blood in my ears made me speak louder than I needed. "I'm listening, buddy" I replied as I leaned toward him.

"I don't know how you are going to take this but here it is..."

"Say on, Adam, you can trust me." My heard pounded and my voice must have sounded squeaky as I tried to keep my own emotions in check.

"There is just something about you, Mike. I don't know how else to say this so here it is: You turn me sexually, and I want you."

Once I recognized that look just moments ago, I knew what was in store. The analytical part of my brain began processing all of the complications of his statements. I slammed the door on the complications and just said, "Wow, no shit?"

"Yeah, Mike, no shit. Ever since you told me about that jock, I began to look at you in a different light. We have shared everything together and have had lots of great times together. I have just wanted to be closer to you and I couldn't quite figure out what I wanted until you told me about the lacrosse jock. I wasn't jealous or anything but I knew I wanted to take the next step. So there you have it." 

"Before you say anything else, I want to make something clear right from the get go: I am a man. I won't be anybody's bitch. I want to be equal partners but I want to be a man about it. No whining, no sissy bullshit, nothing like that. I want you. I want to service you like a man and I want to be serviced like a man. What do you think?"

"No shit! Are you pulling my chain or is this on the up and up?" I had to say something to cover my amazement at his words and my sudden and unexpected physical attraction to him.

Adam looked at me with that look of what I now recognized as unbridled passion, reached up with his hands, pulled my face to him and kissed me hard on the lips like a man. My physical heart abandoned all pretense at a regular beat and my cock was jolted to life in an instant of electric passion. I pulled back, stunned. "Wow!" was all I could say. 

A sly smile began to show on Adam's face. "There is a whole lot more on your face than shock, Mike...you have this...certain look in your eyes."

That was all I needed as I stepped to him. He looked deeply into my eyes with hunger that apparently matched my own, and I reached over to him, and drew his neck to my lips and began to bite his ear lobe and stick my tongue in his ear. He just leaned his head back and pulled me strongly into his body. Our cocks met through the denim of our jeans and my cock pulsed precum into my jockeys. 

In our many frank discussions, we had discovered that similar actions turned us both on, one of which was great sensitivity in the neck area. Adam and I are both a few inches over six feet tall and both about 195. We were well matched in golf and basketball. Now as we began sweating together in the privacy of his family room, I knew that we would be a good match physically for what was before us.

Adam pulled me tighter and began to grind his substantial cock against me. I guess you could say it was a real battle to see who could grind the hardest and kiss the hardest. Adam pulled back just long enough to look me directly in the eye again and then pulled my face back to him and plunged his tongue into my mouth. 

This was completely new to me with a man, as almost all this was, and for the very first time I felt the scraping of his day old beard against my own stubbly growth. It was actually kind of painful but highly erotic at the same time. After our tongues dueled for minute or so, we broke for air and stepped apart.

I studied Adam's face as he studied mine. "This does not appear to be as much of a surprise to you as I thought it would be," he said. "I was hot for you since you told me about that lacrosse player and I wondered what it would be like with another man. No, not another man, you, Mike."

"Actually, it is a surprise. A shock, actually," I replied. "I readily admit that I enjoyed the blow job from jock-boy but I never imagined I'd ever have this kind of passion with you. Let me be clear about something, too. If anybody else but you had come on to me like this, I would have decked the fucker in a hearbeat. But I cared about you first as a person. We have shared so much together. You have earned the right to do this. I really do care about you and you know that."

"I believe that is what makes this so hot. You are more than just a body to me, Mike." Adam stepped back toward me. "I am going to do something now that I could never do to anybody else and that I have wanted to do for a long time." Before I could process this bit of information, Adam reached for the neck of my t-shirt and ripped it straight down the middle, then leaned in and began to kiss my chest, making his way to my left nipple, where he sucked and chewed on this most sensitive non-groin region of my body. 

This brought my sexual desire and awareness to a whole new level and my cock was shrieking to be free of the constraints of my jockeys and jeans. I moaned as Adam sucked on my left nipple and then moved over to the right one. I reached down to begin unbuckling his pants. I knew that his manhood must be straining for freedom as well.

Adam stood up and allowed me access to his belt buckle and jeans snap, at the same time reaching for mine. In moments our cocks sprung free together and we stepped out of our jeans. 

I reached over and tore Adam's polo shirt in half to match my own t-shirt. As I moved in to suck on his nipples, our cocks collided and I felt a new surge of electricity pulse through my stiff rod. We both gasped at the same moment and I felt more precum ooze out of the tip of my cock. 

I pulled Adam close and we speared one another's belly with our stiff cocks. Adam pulled me toward him, grasping my ass in both of his hands as I began to suck his nipples, licking and biting and sucking them hard. 

My passion grew and I began to move my hands all over Adam's body. By this time I had lost all sense of propriety and restraint. My cock began to ache with the need for release. "Hey, buddy, I have not cum in over a week and my cock feels like it is trying to hold back a damn from bursting and I don't know how long I can hold it back."

Adam stepped back and took my face in his hands. "Remember what I said before, Mike. I want you to feed me your cock like a man, just as I intend to do to you. I am going to do my best to give you a good blow job. Talk to me while I am sucking you off, tell me what you want. And though I have never done it before, and though I will try not to gag, I intend to suck every drop of your cum into my mouth. Treat me like a man."  With that Adam dropped to his knees and began to stroke my cock. I am uncut, over seven inches long, and very thick. I have a large hand myself and I cannot get my hand all the way around my cock. It is as big around as a soda can. 

My balls are also quite large and even when my cock is limp, my groin always presents a noticeable bulge, even in Dockers. Also, my body manufactures enough precum for two guys, so when Adam began to slowly pump my cock, my foreskin slid easily back and forth over my cock head. 

Adam leaned forward and put his lips on my cock. I nearly shot my wad as I looked down to see my best friend in the world taking my cock in his mouth. I shuddered as his warm mouth engulfed my throbbing cock. True to his word, Adam took as much of my cock in his mouth as he could. 

He wrapped his hands around the base of my cock and began to move his mouth and tongue over my slippery head. "Oh, Adam, does that ever feel good...mmmmmmm...suck me hard. I need more than just your tongue, I need suction, buddy, mmmmmm....."   Without skipping a beat, Adam created a vacuum over the end of my cock, causing my cock head to expand even further. I dug my fingers into Adam's scalp and pulled his head further onto my cock. He released his hands from my shaft and began massaging my large and heavy balls. 

He gagged a little and I pulled back some. His moaning told me to give it another try and I pulled him onto my cock again. This time he got about half of me in his mouth so I pulled all the way out and then pulled him back onto me again and again. Each succeeding time he took more of my cock until I felt his long, straight nose pushing into my pubes. 

He was used to the girth of my cock now and I locked my arms to my side, holding his head steady as I began to pump my cock into him. Adam whimpered with passion as thrust after thrust brought me to the brink of explosion. 

I leaned back, instructing Adam to hold my ass tight with his hands. I leaned further back, placing my hands over his on my ass. Adam faithfully kept pumping his mouth up and down on my cock and I felt that familiar tingle as the lava hot flame of orgasm began at my ankles and shot up the insides of my legs and into my balls. "Suck hard but stop pumping, pal. Here it comes..."  I like to maximize the blast of cum and accomplish that by tensing all of the muscles in my body while arching my back. I screamed a guttural scream as my cum exploded into Adam's mouth. The vacuum he created on my cock head served to pull more and more cum from my tight scrotum and I shot load after load into Adam's waiting mouth. 

Adam had a hard time to keep from gagging while trying to swallow all the jizz I was shooting into his mouth. "Save some for me, buddy," I panted. "I want to taste my cum in your mouth." I finally quit cumming and my cock softened as I pulled Adam to his feet. 

I immediately locked my mouth on his and he swirled a large gob of cum onto my tongue and we slopped it back and forth for a minute before I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed it.

I pulled away from Adam, locked onto his eyes and said, "WOW!! Now, it's YOUR turn. Same as you, I want to please you the way you want to be pleased. Talk to me and let me know what to do. Feel free to fuck my face or whatever you want to do. My objective is to give you the same pounding orgasm you just gave me. Man, this is exciting!" I reached down and squeezed the last drops of my cum onto his cock and swirled it around with my cock. 

I smiled as I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Adam's throbbing and dripping cock. We had seen each other plenty in various locker rooms and changing rooms and I knew he must be huge when hard because he was pretty thick and long just hanging there. 

Adam, too, was uncut. He was not as thick as me but it took most of my hand to get around his cock. My seven inches was meager compared to Adam, though. His cock was easily twelve inches long (We measured it later and found it was actually almost thirteen!). I had never sucked a cock before, though I was tempted to with the lacrosse jock. 

I pulled back Adam's foreskin and ran my tongue around his cock head. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his head where the skin comes together and his cock jumped with each flick. I put my lips together on the end of his cock and slowly opened my mouth to begin taking him in. I heard Adam's breath break into short gasps as I licked and sucked his rigid cock.

"Fuck, is this ever fucking hot, Mike. Wow! My best friend is sucking my cock. Man, you turn me, Mike. Oh, suck me, please. Suck me!" Adam pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I locked onto his shaft with my lips when I felt like I was about to gag and Mike held back. He kept talking to me, telling me what a good job I was doing. Frankly, at first I wasn't sure I could do for him what he did for me but after my first taste of his cock, I was real eager to please him and I just kept wanting more and more. 

I released my lip lock on his shaft, and Adam pulled back, and then plunged in again and again. Like he did for me, I was able to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and down into my throat. After several more strokes, I felt his pubes brush against my nose and I knew I was close to deep throating him. How in the world was that happening, I wondered. My gag reflex kept wanting to engage but I was able to control it and Adam kept feeding me his cock. I could feel it swelling and I knew Adam must be getting closer to the edge.

"Mike, buddy," Adam panted, "here's what I want you to do. Pull my foreskin all the way back and hold it all the way back with your fingers in my shaft. That's it, buddy. Now I am going to fuck your face. I don't need a lot of suction the way you like it but just enough to create some friction for my cock. I will let you know when you have it right." I did as instructed and knew that I was pleasing my best friend. "Oh, that's good, just right. Now get ready, Mike. You are in for a ride like you've never had."

Adam proceeded to pound his cock deep into my mouth and throat. He got into a rhythm and held my head in his hands as he rocked in and out. "Oh, Mike, I've always wondered what it would be like to be circumsized. What you are doing for me is giving me a good taste of it. I love the feel of your lips on the rim and ridge of my cock when I pull back out again. Ohhhhh, Mike, mmmmmmmm....."  I took note of this and made a point to curl my lips around the rim of his cock head on the outstroke. This brought Adam to a wild stallion slamming and fucking of my face. "Oh, Mike, here it fucking comes, oh, shit, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh....." Adam yelled as his ball sack tightened and he pumped load after load down my throat. He just kept pumping and fucking my face and cumming down my throat. How could anybody produce this much cum all at once? 

"I want to taste my cum in your mouth, Mike. Save some for me, oh, mmmmm, oh, shit, here it comes again!!!!" With that Adam spewed a whole new string of jizz into my mouth. I started gagging at the volume, so Adam pulled out of my mouth and began stroking his cock and shooting cum all over my face and hair and lips. 

I had unintentionally swallowed what was in my mouth so I took his cock into my mouth once again and he shot several more big loads before his cock began to soften. I sucked hard and drew the last bit of cum from his cock. 

I stood on wobbly legs and pulled Adam's face to mine and fed his jizz back to him with a deep kiss. He took all of it, swirled it around his mouth and then swallowed it. He then proceeded to lick my face clean of his cum and the sensuousness of that got me hard again. 

Looking down at my cock, Adam smiled and said, "Let's take a break and process what just took place here." Nodding in agreement, we flopped down on the couch together. Our hands, which we had used to shake in greeting and for gentlemen's agreements on the golf course, met and we just held hands in a mutual desire to maintain the new connection we had just established. What had just transpired was physically exhilarating and exhausting at the same time. Where would this new aspect of our friendship lead? What would happen next?



Mike & Adam--Saturday Night



(This story continues that momentous Saturday that began innocently enough with Mike and Adam having a cup of coffee in Adam's kitchen. With concerned prompting from Mike, Adam admits his passion for his best friend. Though stunned, Mike realizes the fulfillment of his own hidden passions with his buddy. They have two round of hot sex at Adam's house, then head for the golf course, where Adam shares an adventure from his recent past and they have a mutual stroke session during an intense thunderstorm. They have since gone home to pre-arranged video chats with their wives. Mike ends up having cyber sex with his wife, then takes a shower and is taking a short nap in his recliner. As always, these stories are merely the product of my own imagination and have no connection to any real person at all. Furthermore, all my stories are under copyright protection. Last, these stories are as much about friendship and buddy stuff as they are about sex. The connection of soul makes the sexual part that much more engaging and worthwhile.)

I swam to the surface of my nap, slowly becoming aware of a pleasant sound in the background of my consciousness. As I broke the surface and opened my eyes, I realized my doorbell was in action. Shaking my head to clear the webs away, I sat up in my recliner, then stood and stretched. The day's events began flooding back into my mind. I was contemplating all that had taken place that day as I made my way to the kitchen. 

I had installed two different doorbells so everyone would automatically know which door needed to be answered and so I headed for the kitchen. Only family and close friends were ever asked to come around back to the deck and use that entrance. As expected, Adam stood smiling on the other side of the glass when I arrived. I could not help but wonder if Adam's afternoon family chat had been as exciting as mine had been.

I opened the door and welcomed Adam in, always glad to see my best friend, even more glad on this particular day. We shook hands in our customary strong fashion and gave each other a buddy hug. "Hey pal," Adam said, "did I wake you? Sorry to disturb your sleep if I did."

"It was time to get up anyway," I replied. I had slept for half an hour and that was more than enough to give me the energy to finish out my day. "You ready for something to eat? I am starving. I have some steaks to do on the grill, if that's okay."

"Sounds great. I picked up some salad and a bottle of wine on the way. This will give us a good chance to talk. In a way, I need to process what all has happened today. Hey, did you get to talk with your wife? I had a real interesting discussion with Marlene," Adam said.

"We talked for a while but then Angie needed to lie down and rest. She said she'd had quite a day," I replied. I did not mind sharing the general idea of my graphic conversation with my wife but I also did not want to appear to be bragging if Adam had not had the intense time I myself had enjoyed. Also, there are just some things a man does not discuss about his wife, no matter how close his bud is.

I waited to hear more from Adam as we worked together to get a bite to eat. I grabbed the steaks from the fridge and we went out to the deck. My house was the farthest one in on a cul-de-sac and sat on a ten acre knoll. The closest neighbors were quite a ways away and none of them could look into my backyard. My family could enjoy our hot tub and pool in complete privacy. This was especially important with teenage girls at home.

Adam and I chatted through the food preparation time, enjoying a glass of wine along with the conversation. He filled in the gaps of my information regarding the surprising, yet welcome changes we both discovered with our wives.

"Well, apparently our wives met some local ladies who opened their eyes to some specific areas that they had been neglecting concerning you and I. Sound familiar?" Adam asked.

"That's more than what Angie had shared with me," I responded. "She said she'd tell me the whole story when we got out there. She seemed more interested in me and almost anxious to see me in person, too. She showed me a look I have not seen too much of in the last few years."

Adam nodded and said, "You, too, huh? Marlene did not get too specific with me about that but I can tell you that she has lost enough weight that I noticed right away. She was somewhat cryptic but said some things were definitely going to change and I was going to be real happy because of it."

"I guess we'll find out more when we see them face to face. I'm looking forward to that, I can tell you," I said. I cleared my throat and continued, "I feel like I need to talk about what's happened with us and our friendship."

Adam shrugged and spoke. "What's to talk about? We enjoy a better home life. We remain the best of friends. We enjoy each other as we have opportunity, using the utmost discretion and tact and good sense. We don't make obvious or unnecessary expenditures that will draw attention to us--please, Mike, no expensive gifts for me...it just wouldn't be right--And we don't make the silly, impulsive mistakes that bring any suspicion on us."

I nodded thoughtfully. This was about the same thing that I had come up with myself but I also had another idea. I turned the steaks one last time and sat back down. "You are right on all points. I love my wife and girls but I am not willing to let go of what we just began. We have the best of all possible worlds right now. My love for you as a friend has found a new and deeper dimension and I want that to continue as much as anything. As far as the gifts go, I am not really looking forward to seeing you in expensive lingerie," I laughed. 

Adam laughed in return, saying, "Guys are all eyes anyhow. Buck naked is plenty fine for both of us." Adam then turned to me, as serious as I'd ever seen him. "At the risk of overusing a stupid cultural sentiment, I want to tell you something Mike. I love you, man! Now, don't freak out on me here. You are the best friend I ever had and this new dimension, as you call, has only deepened my affection for you. More than anything, I want things to continue on well from this point forward. We can enjoy each other's company, intellect and bodies, in balance."

I reached over and squeezed Adam's thigh. "Let's eat and then we'll review some of the preliminary information for this next job, watch some baseball and maybe go for a swim. Sound good?"

"It does. But just so you know, steak and salad will probably not satisfy all my hunger. Nor do I suspect that it will be enough for you either," Adam laughed and squeezed even further up my thigh.

We sat on the deck and enjoyed our dinner. We cleaned up, then went to my office to review some of the specs and time tables that had been sent. We worked for two hours at that and made good progress. But it was Saturday night and it was time to relax and play.

We went to the family room and watched some of a Yankees game at Boston on my new HDTV. Here was one common bond that helped to cement our friendship: we are both intense fans of baseball and great fans of the Yankees and never tired of watching games together when time allowed.

All during the game, we kept reaching over and fondling one another. Being that we both had already enjoyed several orgasms already that day, we more playful than hurried. This new level of friendship was just plain fun. We would learn to control ourselves when our wives and kids were around but that was for another time and another place. Finally Adam stood and pulled me to my feet. Adam began grinding his fat bulge against me, causing a happy reaction from Mr. Johnson. I pulled Adam's head forward and planted an intense manly kiss on him. Adam responded by plunging his tongue into my mouth. This tongue duel and hip grind lasted a good long while. It felt physically good to enjoy even something as innocuous as a hard and manly kiss and full body contact.

Finally I pulled away from Adam and said, "How about a swim? I notice you intentionally did not bring any shorts with you. And since I don't want you to feel all alone, we can just go skinny dipping."

"Well, of course I brought swim trunks, buddy. I just left them in the car. But if you really want to swim naked, that's fine with me," Adam said smiling. "What are we waiting for?"

We headed out to the deck, by now blanketed in darkness. I turned the dial for the pool lights and stopped when they first came on with a faint glow, just enough light to see by and not enough to be seen. The pool and hot tub area were off to the side and surrounded by privacy fencing so privacy was virtually guaranteed anyhow.

I pulled a couple of large towels out of the poolside storage area and pulled the privacy gate closed behind us. We stripped down and stood there buck naked admiring one another. Adam was a little more muscular than me but we both were trim with noticeable abs. I just stared at Adam. My buddy was hung! Sure, I had taken Adam all the way down my throat but to stand there and see Adam in all his manly glory was a new thrill to me. Adam must have been seven inches soft. I smiled to myself as I realized that Adam was as long soft as I would be hard. I didn't care. It was never the size of the dog in the fight anyhow. It always boiled down to the size of the fight in the dog. Adam and I had both proven that we had plenty of tenacity both inside and out.

I dove into the pool and the cool water shocked my growing manhood back down to size. Adam followed and we swam some laps together, stopping for idle chat now and again. When I had my fill of exercise I stopped and made my way to the edge where I had head clearance above water. Adam swam up next to me, laid his head back against the edge and let his body float to the surface. I did the same and there we floated, eyes closed, just enjoying the sensation of the water on our bodies and the physical closeness of overlapping arms. I smiled as a jet soared overhead. I wondered if anyone in the plane could see us down here, floating in our natural glory.

I felt movement next to me and knew that Adam was now standing by me. I felt his hand light upon my chest and I tensed slightly as I felt his fingertips trace the water to my navel and down the fur strip to my bush. Adam's fingers lightly swirled my wet pubic hair. I felt my cock growing even as my heart began to beat stronger and harder. Adam played his fingertips up and down my now very rigid dick. He pushed the foreskin back and held my cock hard at the base. There it stood, all hard and fat and thick and glorious. I did not always think much about God, but I was sure impressed that He could make something like this and give it me and me alone. 

Adam pushed my groin into the water. I stood as I felt the cool water envelop my manhead. I reached for Adam and found his cock just as hard as mine. Adam leaned into me and whispered, "I want to suck your cock again, right out here in the open. What do you think about that?"

I breathed heavily as I looked into his eyes. "Let's towel off and build a small fire in the pit. We can do blow jobs by the fire. How's that sound?" I asked.

"Like a plan I can follow," Adam replied. 

We hiked ourselves up onto the decking and began toweling off. The air got warmer as I dried off and my cock kept hard, bouncing as I set about building a small fire. Adam got a couple of deck chairs and put them close by the pit. I turned the deck lights all the way off and sat down next to Adam. His cock, too, had remained hard during the transition time. I was mesmerized once again by the size of his dick.

"I want to do you first, buddy, if you don't mind," I said. "It would seem as though I've had enough action for one day but your big dick turns me on. How do you want it?" I asked.

"I'd just as soon sit here in this chair. If you don't mind getting on your knees, I can sit back and relax and watch you blow me. I'd really enjoy that. I wanted to blow you first but I would not mind ending my day on my knees servicing you. That would be cool," Adam replied.

"That's fine, Adam. I'll just get a towel and fold it up for a knee pad. You can use when it's your turn. Just sit back and relax, buddy," I said.

I retrieved a fresh towel and folded it while Adam got in a comfortable position, his ass on the edge of the seat and his cock pointing at the stars. I could see a fresh dose of sticky clear stuff pooled on the end of his cock. I tasted his precum and it seemed to be even saltier than before. I held his cock with one hand while I slowly began bobbing up and down on his head. Adam leaned back and moaned. I held his skin down on his shaft to expose his beautifully shaped cock head. I kept a nice slow and steady bobbing action on his manhood. The musky taste of his strong manhood was powerful and in a sense intoxicating to me. Adam whispered words of assurance and commendation to me, making me more and more confident that I'd be able to bring him to explosion once again.

Adam's moaning increased and I could feel his balls drawing up tight against his root. Adam moaned louder and his breathing got raspy. His hips began to buck ever so slowly as his moaning increased. "Oh, fuck Mike, keep pumping...oh fuck man, oh fuck me, here it comes, oohhh, ooohhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm," Adam grunted as he splashed his hot jizz into my mouth. I can't believe what a cock slut I had turned into. I have to admit that I loved sucking his dick and honestly liked the tasted of his cum. I kept swallowing as Adam shot several more blasts from his nuts and up through his jizz rod to my hungry mouth.

Adam fell all the way back in the chair as his legs twitched from the stress of orgasm, eyes closed. I straightened up and stretched my back, my own cock still rigid and now very ready for action. Adam pulled his legs in toward the chair and sat forward. I watched as my best friend buried his face in his hands and wept softly, his entire torso swept up in the intensity of what he was going through. Between breaths Adam kept repeating softly, "I can't believe it...I just can't believe it. I just can't believe how lucky I am."

I don't always handle somebody else's emotions very well, especially a guy. I just kind of sat there on my haunches waiting for the emotional tide to flow back out to sea. After a couple of minutes, I could not hold my self back. "Hey Adam," I said, "all this emotion is cool and everything...but uhhh...fuck the luck man! You made me horny as hell and my boner needs you bad. We can get close and all that later, buddy. I've got another nice load in my jizz bone for you. What say we switch places?"

"Don't get too sentimental on me, Mike. I'm not sure I could handle it," Adam said, regaining his composure quickly. "Yeah, we can cuddle...I need it. In the meantime, I'm tired of your whining man. Come on, let's switch places...let's see what you've got left in the tank."

I slapped Adam on the ass as we switched places and positions. This was going to be good. I actually hoped I had some jizz left in my balls. It had been a long time since I had this much sex in one day. Adam flipped the towel over and fluffed it up to give himself some more padding. I got comfortable on the edge of the chair like Adam had done, spread my legs to give him easy access to my equipment and leaned back for the ride.

There's just something about uncut cock, what with the extra skin, extra sensitivity, extra aroma under the skin. It really can be toxic when you find yourself on the business end of the job. Adam seemed mesmerized by my cock for a moment before he gently and slowly fisted the foreskin back, exposing my sticky meat to the evening air. He squeezed my shaft hard, forcing a pulse of precum out of my cock. Adam leaned forward and swirled his tongue on my cock, licking it clean and leaving his spit where my stuff had been. He put his mouth over my cock all the way down to his hand, which was now embedded in my bush, holding my skin as far back as it would go. Adam kept everything tight and exposed, managing to stay on the fun side of pain. He locked his lips around my shaft and pulled his mouth up in a slow milking action. He stopped at the rim of my cock head and used his lips to caress and massage the tender area all around my head. 

'Oooooohhhh baby,' I thought to myself. 'He keeps this up and he'll get a load out of me all right.' Out loud I said, "Mmmmm, Adam, that feels so good buddy. Awww...remind me to do that for you sometime...it feels fucking great, man....mmmmm." 

Adam pulled his lips up over the rim and planted them on my cock head, suckling on my piss hole before opening wide and dropping all the way down to his hand again. He put another lip lock on my shaft and pulled up again. This time he teased the frenulum with little flicks of the tip of his tongue. This area is especially sensitive for us uncut dudes. Cut guys have a frenulum of sorts but most of the time the nerve endings are corrupted in circumcision. I'm very glad to have all my skin, I can tell you that.

Adam kept this treatment up, varying his focus of teasing and tongue massaging. It wasn't long before I was able to tell him to get ready for another blast of cock cream. Adam held his lips under the rim of my cock and massaged the entire area as his tongue swirled and flicked all over my head. I held my arms on the chair as my hips came up bucking, Adam staying with me every step of the way, massaging my cock and milking me with mild suction. With my back arched and Adam supporting me with a strong hand strong under my ass, I bucked and shot and moaned and hollered and twitched. All I could manage for words were guttural moans and cries. At the last buck, Adam lowered my ass back down to the chair. Man, could he ever read me! He knew exactly what to do without me having to say a word. What a terrific lover he is.

Adam sat back on his haunches, murmuring 'mmmm' to himself as he was apparently savoring my jizz. He twisted his neck and stretched his jaw some. I had fallen back into the chair panting, my chest heaving and darkness closing in on my vision. I sat forward to keep my balance and out of the blue, I started balling. I'm not one much for deep emotion and I hadn't balled like that since I was just a kid.

I don't even know for sure why I was crying, except maybe at the realization of this most intimate connection. I had not intended to open my soul to another man, ever, and yet here I was, not only buck naked but exposed in my soul and wanting this emotional connection with Adam. What was a fella to do? I had loved Adam before this but my attachment had a taken a dive to a depth I did not realize that I could even achieve. I just sat there and cried, my chest heaving as the tears flowed. Adam leaned into me and put his head on my shoulder and we wept together as only dear brothers and friends and lovers can.

After a couple of minutes, Adam said, "Hey pal, let's go inside where it's a little warmer. We can cuddle in there. My nuts are shrunk up tight and are starting to hurt. Come on, Mike."

We wrapped towels around our waists for the trip inside and made our way to the spare bedroom. The queen bed was plenty big enough, the covers just right and we turned on the tv to watch the last few innings of the game. We snuggled together and took turns cuddling up to each other, fondling and being playful with each other. Though the blood flowed some, both of us were sated for the time being and satisfied to share this intimate time together. This had to be one of the best days of my life.

TO BE CONTINUED



Mike & Amy



For years Mike and Amy had been cousins plus the best of friends as well, time was really good to the both of them in so many ways. They had played many games had lots of fun with each other and at one time played spin the bottle just out of fun, even though it was a harmless kiss between them. Years would pass and later their lives would change in many different ways. It had almost been eight years since they had seen each other Mike was in California living with his mother, as sexy as his mother was in all her glory one person was on his mind. Just before he and his mom left for the golden state Mike and Amy wanted to play around with each other so they did, they had loved having the best fun with each other. They had gone into the club house just to play, when it happened Mike really noticed his cousin Amy that day she was getting older by the year.

It was the summer of 1998, Mike woke up to his ringing alarm clock on a warm Saturday morning. Mike slammed his hand to shut the thing off. All that I wanted to do that day was sleep in. The phone rang loudly. Mike picked the phone up in a morning daze. Answering the phone he did not know who want to call him at 8am in the morning. Mike answered with a groggy tone to his voice.

"Hello," Mike said.

The person on the other end sounded nice to his ears. It was a girl with a bedroom voice that sounded like I knew but couldn't place.

"Mike it's me Amy. You know your cousin." she said.

"Oh Amy. Hey cousin, what's up with you?" Mike said.

"Not much today. Do you have anything planned this summer?" Amy asked.

"No. Why do you ask?" Mike said.

"Oh no real reason. Just wondering. Are you busy today?" Amy asked.

A puzzled look came over Mike's face. He wasn't sure why she asked. He has no idea that she secretly lusts for him. He thinks that she is cute. But he doesn't think that ever seem himself committing incest.

"Are you asking me if you want to spend the summer at my apartment with me?" Mike said into the telephone boldly.

Amy on the other end suddenly became stunned and became at a sudden loss for words. She wonders if he's figured it out yet that she is crazy for him and wants his body so badly.

Half out of bed and half dressed, Mike walks around with his telephone to the den. He waits for Amy to answer him. She answers with a hesitant but excited response.

"Yeah. Do you think it's okay to spend the summer with you? I really have nothing to do right here at college. Everybody has gone home for the summer and has left me all alone." Amy says.

Mike on the other end ponders the thought of his cousin spending two months in his apartment and where she would sleep. Suddenly, the image of what she would be wearing crosses his mind. Since it is so hot, he knows that she would be wearing very little. Even though he's not into incest, he finds himself become slightly aroused at the thought.

"I'll have the second bed made up for you in the den. I"ll just slide my desk aside. You'll have to fend for yourself on some things while I am at work." Mike says.

In a excited turn of events she feels herself get excited at the very thought of spending some quality time with her cousin. Secretly, in her mind she's hoping to ravage his body like a wild animal in heat. She feels her pussy get wet just thinking about his hot body and how his cock would taste in her mouth.

"Well, I have to go now. I'll see you on Tuesday at 9:00 a.m.. I"ll be coming in on the train. You'll have to come pick me up. See you soon. Bye." Amy says.

"Okay. See you Tuesday. Bye." Mike says.

Mike puts down the telephone and takes off his nightpants. He's not wearing anything underneath. Mike walks into the bathroom. He looks into the mirror and sees his rippled pecs, tight abs, having natural blond hair with his mother's green eyes. He has his father's good looks and has received tons of compliments from women on his looks. They compare him to a greek god.

He hops into the shower and turns on the water. He washes down his body with soap and water. The next thing he realizes, he's thinking about how his cousin looks. Suddenly, he realizes that he is getting a hard-on. Knowing that he has the biggest longest cock on the male side of his family. It reaches to a astounding 12 ½ inches long and 4 inches wide. He finishes up trying to think about his hot cousin.

Three days later, Mike goes to pick up Amy at the train station. He drives down the road thing how much fun it will be with is cousin around, then it happens again. His pants start to bulge, just his incestuous thoughts of his sexy cousin was causing this.

Mike was almost to the station when he saw his cousin standing at the curb, next to the train station. He almost wrecks his car because she looks so damn sexy. Her tight low-cut T-shirt is exposing her smooth flat tan stomach. He can tell that she is not wearing a bra because her nipples are showing through the shirt. He moves his gaze down to her legs. He can see that she is wearing a pair of tight white shorts that cling to her body. He can make out the crease between her legs and he can tell that she is not wearing panties.

Mike comes to a stop just short of hitting a parked truck. He shakes his head when he sees just how well endowed his cousin really is. As Amy starts walking to the car with her things, her big natural 40D breasts start to bounce loosely with in her tight T-shirt. Mike gets out of the car to help her in, but what he didn't realize was that his cock was still bulging through his pants. Amy sees his bulge in his pants, but tries to act like she doesn't notice it.

Amy then hugs her favorite cousin. She holds him very tight close to her pressing her body to his. As she does the hard bulge presses right against her large clit. Mike helps his hot young 21-year-old cousin into the car. He knows that he's only two years older and that at one time in his young life both of them kissed each other out of fun. He didn't know that his summer was going to change how he saw his cousin.

After the drive back to his place Mike showed Amy where she could sleep. At that time she had looked kind of puzzled about the sleeping arrangements. 

"Mike I thought that we both might share your big bed while I stay here the whole summer." Amy says. 

With that Mike just looked at her with a big surprised look on his face. He remembered the last time they slept in the same bed together. That was when they both had been very young. Now that they are all grown up the thought of his cousin in the same bed sounded really interesting to him. Yet he knew this was wrong.

"Look I'll just set up the hide-a-bed for you in my livingroom okay." Mike said with a low tone.

After Mike and Amy had dinner he couldn't get any sleep knowing that his really hot sexy cousin was just in the next room. He rolled over trying to get some sleep. Mike finally got the sleep that he so wanted yet all night the dreams that he had was about having sex with his cousin Amy.

It just haunted his dreams until dawn came. When light hit the room from the window Mike opened his eyes and in the door way was his cousin Amy. She stood there fully nude with a very shaved pussy, and her breasts are just to die for just by the size and the shape. She stands there looking as sexy and revealing just to turn on her cousin that's just lying in his bed. 

"Amy do you always sleep like that at your dorm," Mike said.

Amy smiles really big at her cousin. She then walks to the bathroom that just happens to be connected to his room. As she walks past him Mike seems to feel his cock get bigger and sees just how sexy Amy really is. She turns on the shower and gets in. She leaves the bathroom door open on purpose hoping to entice him to come in there. "You can shower with me if you want Mike like we used to do a long time ago," Amy yells out.

Mike feels a big knot form suddenly in his throat. He wants to join her, but he's still not to sure if it would be okay.

"I'll get one after you okay.," Mike says with a low tone.

The whole time that Mike sits on the bed he thinks how it would be to shower with his now very sexy cousin Amy. He also thinks of how it would be like to just fuck her like a wild man.

As that happens Mike lets out a load of cum in his night pants just thinking about it. At that same time the shower stops and Amy just walks out wet all over and no towel to cover her hot sexy body. She walks past Mike slowly. As Amy rounds the corner, Mike rushes into the bathroom and just jumps into the shower. He turns the water on after getting his sleep pants off. To his skin the water feels good.

Mike tries to hide his large erection while taking his shower. At the same time Amy walks into the room still nude. Without any sound she opens the bathroom door and walks in. She then just opens the shower door and locks it behind her. 

In the shower they both stand nude. Mike had been taken by surprise, yet he just looks at Amy like any guy would look at a woman in a lustful way. Amy wastes no time, she lunges at Mike and just plants a lip kiss on him. Mike being not ready just lets it happens as it goes. Amy pulls away, then runs her hand all the way down to his large rock hard cock. Stroking it back and forth, Mike seams to be paralyzed with shire pleasure by his cousin.

Amy pushing Mike against the shower wall, knowing that he can't get out of this closet like shower. Amy starts kissing his neck sending wave after wave of pleasure to his body. Suddenly she gets down and just engulfs his cock into her mouth all the way to the end, and clamping her mouth around his dangling hard meat. Going back and forth on Mikes dick made him do something that he had never done before in his life. He Grabbed Amy's hair and held her making, her suck his cock.

"Yeah you know you like it, suck my cock you little slut," Mike ordered.

With one thrust after the other in Amy's mouth Mike Moved his cock in and out like he had done this before. Looking down he had realized that his cousin had been sucking his cock, yet he didn't care about the whole family thing. Now it was just lust and wanting. In that same time Mike's hips started to buck under the pressure he wanted to hold back yet all at once it happened, Mike shot another load of cum into Amy's mouth. All that Amy did was take it in then swallow it with just a drop going down her chin. She took his cock out of her mouth and proceeded to wipe the remaining drop off her chin and just lick it from her finger.

Amy looked up at Mike and smiled and looked into his eyes. Just the look on her face told him that she wanted more then that out of him. As Amy got up she kissed him very passionately slipping her tongue into his mouth, and pressing her naked body against his. This made Mike's cock go from limp to hard once again, he could not believe how hot he was for her. Now more then ever, Amy unlocked the shower door and started to walk out to the bedroom.

"Are you going to just come out and take me on your bed and fuck me Mike or do I have to make you," Amy says with a forceful voice.

Mike wastes no time he turns off the now cold water and comes out with mad lustful love look on his face for his hot sexy cousin. Suddenly Mike turns Amy around with both hands and just throws her onto the bed. This really excites Amy sexually and makes her pussy really wet. This time Mike was the aggressor, and he had the mad man look in his eyes knowing that his cousin Amy had now opened Pandora's box within him. With force Mike opened Amy's legs making it known that he was going to take her. Amy made no attempt to stop him, in fact she was getting really turned on by his animal wolf-man like aggressiveness.

"You like that you little bitch, I'm going to fuck you until your pussy is swollen and red then I'll take you again the next day just the same," Mike says.

Soon Mike rips into Amy's pussy with his lips and just precedes to rape her wet cunt with his tongue pressing it deep with in her slit forcing it open and penetrating her deep.

Amy screams out with such pleasure, "yeah baby...oooohhh yeeeaahh take my pussy and do what you want with it."

With that Mike continues to plunge his tongue into her now very wet dripping pussy, with every lick that he gave it brought her closer to an earth shattering orgasm. As he licked Mike then started to grab after her nipples and pulled them, twisting and pinching them as he wanted to do. Amy could only feel so much pleasure that it sent waves all over her body. Then Mike did the next thing he stuffed his fingers into her pussy. That had sent Amy's body bucking up then down, she moaned out load like it was the best thing that ever happened.

Mike was sifting his fingers in and out of her little tight pussy really fast, that same time Amy started to buck harder. She was getting ready to have her orgasm, her hips started to give way like she was going to explode. Mike made his last attempt to lick her pussy to make sure that he felt her cum in his mouth, much like she did with him in the shower.

With that Amy had the most hardest and longest orgasm that she has had in a long while.

"Oh yeahhhh lick my pussy baby I want you to eat my love juice. Then I want you to fuck me any way you want," Amy said with conviction.

Mike got up all over his face was her cum he had licked it off and the next thing he did was the best thing that he could ever do. With force Mike took his hands and separated Amy's legs. Amy looked down at his long hard dick, she hadn't realized just how big it was. Mike got between her legs and with strong force rammed his 14" long 6½" wide dick into her waiting little tight pussy. Amy gasped when he just shoved that dick into her.

"Oh shit yeah baby, your so damn big. I want you to just fuck me as hard as you want, take me I'm your little fucking slut cousin," Amy says.

Mike wasted no time fucking her hard and fast. He had been fucking so hard that the bed was shaking and making small dents in the wall from the hard ass fucking that was going on. All Mikes dreams and hidden fantasies had come true this day. Mike just kept on fucking Amy hard fast and with out any mercy. While he fucked her Mike just bent down and latched his teeth onto her nipples and pulled on them until he wanted to let go. He then grabbed and pulled her tits together and at times up not letting go of them.

"You like it when I pull on your tits don't you, you little bitch. I'm going to keep fucking you until I feel like stopping my little slut of a cousin," Mike told her.

Amy couldn't believe what an animal Mike really was about sex. She didn't want to stop his fun that he had been having even if it hurt her some, which she liked the pain that he was dishing out. Mike now was grunting as he fucked her, then for some reason he stopped. Mike pulled his dick out of her pussy and just started to shove his big dick into her ass. Mike put hid cock at the entrance and with out hesitation rammed his big dick into her ass all the way until his pelvis hit her ass cheeks.

"God damn Mike, holy shit you fuck. Oh yeah fuck my asshole baby yeah that feels so damn fucking good," Amy says.

All that he could do was fuck her ass like he wanted. Mike went slow then fast and just kept up the fast pace fucking. By this time they both had been fucking for almost 30mintues. Mike just fucked Amy in the ass until he started to feel that tingle again as he did the last two times before. Mike quickly pulled out of her ass, then he rammed his dick into her pussy again. He knows that he was about to cum and he wanted to spray his jiz into her pussy so that Amy could feel it.

Mike was about to cum, yet for some reason he didn't want to hold this back so he just let it go. He came into Amy's pussy like he had fireworks going off in his dick. Jets of semen came out like crazy, Amy could feel every bit of it cause her face was in a trance. At the time Mike had cum into his loving cousin's pussy, the jets of jiz sent her over the top and had given her an orgasm that she'd never forget. The cum was just leaking out one side of Amy's pussy, Mike just slumped on top of her with his dick still in her pussy.

"Mike I love you and I want to be your sex slave slut," Amy says.

"I love you too, I've been wanting this day to happen between us for sometime. I'll just take you as my little sex slave baby," Mike says.

Mike and Amy just went to sleep holding each other on the bed until they felt like getting up. In all Mike and Amy had not only been cousins but also lovers as well. This day for them would change their lives for the better, and who knows their sexual life together might get better. You never know.



Mike & Andrea Ch. 02: The Adventure Continues



Thank you to all for the hearts you've sent my way with the first chapter of Mike and Andrea. While mostly fiction there is a rich helping of reality behind the scenes of the story. The second chapter like the first is part of the development and only touches lightly on sensual involvements. It's from this base that Andrea and Mike will explore their sexual sides. The next chapter promises to be the real start of their sexual adventures. Hopefully, over time, the story will capture many of the erotic highlights from voyeurism, exhibitionism, cuckolding, and some bisexuality. Enjoy for I enjoy writing this story of sexual awakening.... Michale. 

Mike and Andrea

Chapter II - The Adventure Continues. 

From that evening on Andrea and Mike were near inseparable. Besides the great sex the two of them became great friends. As their first semester began to close both of them suppressed the demands of their sexual ids spending what time they had preparing for exams.

The days ran together endlessly. Then with a sudden emancipation the tests were over and they had two weeks to themselves. They had already told their respective families that they would be staying on campus over the break. They had fourteen days, fourteen glorious days of no responsibility. Through out the semester in the ribald frolics they could manage Andrea had fueled Mike's quirk with whispered fantasies and questions as they made love.

Andrea would tease Mike with off the wall questions and mental images as he was about to cum. She'd wait and gauged the moment then with Mike lost in the chase for orgasm she nibble his ear and whisper things like...

"Are you going to be okay with another hard cock oh so very close to me... to you." Or, "Should we tie you to a chair to make sure all you can do is watch. Your hard cock desperate to be touched but no one there because I'm going to be busy with the other guy."

She had keyed into Mike's kink from the first seconds they were together and found the thought of her being with two guys an insane, tingling turn on. So each time she talked about their fantasy threesome they'd both erupted in mind-altering climaxes.

Now they had the time to make these dreams come true. The only stumbling block was who would be the other guy. Neither of them thought that it would be much of a problem since guys were notoriously horny but finding someone they both liked did create a few hurdles.

So after the last exams the two of them wound up stretched out on a blanket atop one of the grassy hills in the middle of the campus watching random members of the student body pass by. Between the kisses and hugs one or the other of them would point out a passer by asking...

"What about him?"

Lying there on their sides pointing guys out to one another Andrea ran her nails over Mike's arm leaving light trails over his skin. Spying a carefree trio of guys walking towards them Andrea sent a quick look towards them and then turning back to watch Mike she said...

"Ooh... look at the one in the middle doesn't he seem delicious and look at the bulge between his legs. I bet he has a really nice looking cock."

Smiling to herself she felt her insides warm and tingle as her words made Mike squirm. Making Mike react had become one of her favorite pleasures. They had made countless plans about bringing a third to their bed and now they had the time to pursue that dream.

Funny, who ever said men don't like shopping must have been very wrong because this kind of shopping seemed to agree with Mike. Laying there letting their mutual fantasy run wild Mike's shorts showed obvious signs of his arousal. The menu of men was amazing, Black, Asian, Hispanic, white, tall, short, lean, muscular, nerdy or handsome.

As they narrowed their choice based on looks Mike kept reflecting back to their first night together behind the shrubs. While they thought they were hidden they soon noticed the windows above them gave anyone behind them a clear view of what was happening and of course they wound up with an audience. Both Andrea and Mike knew a couple had caught and watched them but it was Mike who recognized one of them as Eric when he finally saw the voyeur's profile. From that day to this one Mike had kept the fact that he knew who had caught them a secret. Now, interestingly the narrowing, Andrea and Mike were in the midst of doing, seemed to put Eric right in the mix of what Andrea seemed to like.

More than once Mike almost mentioned Eric to Andrea but each time he started to open his mouth his last view of Eric and his companion came to mind. Conflicted hardly covers how Mike felt because when he recognized Eric's face he was turning to kiss the person he was with and that person's silhouette was a little too strong. Even now Mike was unsure if that person was a guy or gal.

Stretched out on the blanket Mike's brows narrowed as he worked on the puzzle. If it was a guy that Eric was with did that mean Eric was gay and gay only? Conversely, if it was a gal how would Eric feel about being naked in front of another guy? And, the last bit of the equation was how he felt about the incidental contact that was bound to occur in a threesome with two guys and one gal. There were a lot of things bubbling in Mike's mind as the reality got closer and closer.

Andrea, seem to have a radar about Mike's feelings and looking at his pursed brow she twisted her head reaching out with a questioning glance. Ever since their first hours together Mike felt completely comfortable discussing these things with her and so told her exactly what he was thinking. Oh no not about Eric but about the guy with guy thing.

"Mike from our first talks about bringing another guy to bed we knew at the very least there would be some guy to guy contact. It's going to happen and it seems a natural part of where this will take us. It's also natural that that three naked people could and probably would wind up touching each other."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Oh Mike," she said as she leaned in kissing him gently. "We've both talked about this for almost three months as we made love. I think I've imagined doing everything three loves can do. Surprisingly, seeing two guys touch each other sent me far over the edge more than once. So I'm more than okay with it. If it's something you want too then I'll look forward to the show."

Mike expelled a relieved breath one he didn't realize he'd been holding. Once again this amazing woman put him at ease making it possible for him to make his own choice when the time came. In those few seconds he decided to find out a bit more about Eric, his likes and dislikes. The shadows began to lengthen and the two of them packed up their stuff. Grabbing the cloth shopping bag they put everything into Mike told Andrea he'd meet her back at her place after he stopped by the Chemistry lab.

Time to feel Eric out.

Dozens of phrases popped in and out of Mike's head as he used the time walking to the Chemistry Lab to rehearse how to start such a delicate conversation. Entering the science building Mike made his way towards Eric's small office. As a teaching Grad student, describing Eric's office as an office was very generous as his space could easily double as a broom closet. A space far too small to council more than one student at a time so it wasn't a surprise to find a note on the door directing any student with a question to the upstairs Chem. Lab.

Mike headed toward the stairs realizing with each step he was on his way to the very lab Eric and his partner had used to observe Andrea and him making love. No not making love, fucking, wild, mindless fucking. Thinking back to that night Mike felt his loins stir as remembered that was a risqué, insanely hot night.

Trying to get himself under control Mike knocked on the lab door and opened it. Two shocked faces turned his way. Mike had caught Eric kissing one of the hordes of coeds that populated the campus. Well, so much for wondering if Eric liked girls. Besides his flushed appearance the distortion of his jeans announced a partially hidden erection. Eric most definitely liked girls. Now Mike wondered if he had been correct when he guessed the other silhouette was a guy's.

With guilty giggles the gal tried to cover poor Eric's position by thanking him again and again for all his help getting her through her Chemistry class. A little disappointed she leaned in gave him a last peck on his cheek, grabbed her stuff and ran from the room. Eric just looked at Mike and shrugged his shoulders before breaking into a broad grin. The grin so infectious that Mike found himself returning it beam for beam...

"So how often does that happen?" Asked Mike

Almost sheepishly Eric answered with a smile... "More often than you might expect. You'd be surprised to know what this room has seen."

Mike blushed. He felt the heat start in his ears and then run in a hot river over his face. Was Eric alluding to catching Andrea and him that night? Mike knew how bold they had been. Both of them naked and while displaying their naked bodies to their audience they stared brazenly into the hidden shadows. The couple in the window were backlit and mostly hidden while the light from that window lit up Andrea and him completely. Heck the very next class Mike had expected Eric to say something but through the whole semester not a word was spoken. This was the first time Eric had ever made a passing comment to that night.

Still that comment could have referred to a thousand other things too. So Mike's mind raced trying to find a way to ask for clarification about what "this room has seen", meant.

His mouth began to form a question and right in the middle of voicing it another way of asking the same question started to come out. Which of course meant Mike was stuttering out a batch of useless gibberish.

Eric just relaxed there casually resting his backside against one of the lab counters. His feet crossed, his hands filled grasping a clipboard and pen. His face watched Mike bumble through the questions smiling mischievously knowing what Mike was trying to ask and he wasn't going to help him one little bit. This was just too fun and somehow exciting.

Involuntarily Eric's body began to respond to the remembered images of Mike and Andrea. Here Mike stood not too much different than that night. Except for the clothes of course. He looked at Mike trying to see the lines and curves of his body through the things he wore. He ran his eyes over mike remembering him turning towards the window almost defiantly. Andrea had just stripped every thing off the boy when he turned around. His body near hairless, nicely muscled and a taut little six pack showing but best of all was his arousal. His cock swung upward with a seductive banana curve, pale and yet flushed and engorged. He showed off so proud of his nakedness and at the same time he held Andrea's pussy open and spread using his fingers to push her nether lips outwards. She just like Mike seemed to love showing off... With Mike facing him and his friend he couldn't see Andrea spreading her legs wider to expose all of her open sex to their view. They were a dirty pair.

"Where is Andrea?"

Mike was so lost in his rambling he almost didn't hear the question. As they slowly registered Mike's insides froze. Then as quickly his body began to burn with freed ferocity.

"Eric you did see us!" Was all Mike could manage.

"You know WE saw you because the two of you were shameless exhibitionists and both of you stared up at us as we watched you."

"Who was the other person with you?"

"What? You don't know? How can that be? You looked right at us."

"Yeah we looked at you but the light was behind you so all we saw were two shadowed shapes and I would not have known it was you if you hadn't turned your head to kiss the.... Person you were with. Who was it anyway?

Eric stood there holding his peace and finally answered; "I don't think it's my place to tell you that. Their identity is theirs to share. If they want you to know then it's my guess they will tell you."

Choosing his words carefully Mike maneuvered his next statement to give Eric every opportunity to answer it with some discretion.

"You know from our angle we couldn't even tell the sex of the other person."

It was spoken out loud and now Mike shut his mouth to wait for whatever answer was about to come.

Eric's knowing smile widened seeing the real question Mike was asking.

"You watched me turn my head to kiss the person I was with and now your asking me. What? Was I kissing a guy? Is that your real question?"

Eric had to stifle a laugh as he watched Mike blush again. He could have prolonged the torture as long as he wanted but he decided to take Mike off the hook and answer his questions directly. Wondering where this would take them.

"Mike, I was with one of my male students. You see I find pleasure with both sexes. Simply, I am bisexual."

This was one of the replies Mike had anticipated but now that it was spoken he was unsure of how he felt about being alone with a guy who liked guy as well girls. Question after question shot through Mike's head... Why, How, When but no matter how Eric would answer those questions none would bring them closer to the goal of getting Eric to be the guy who would join Andrea and him. Nor would an answer help in convincing Andrea that Eric should be the one.

So Mike did something he had never done before. He let all of sexual feelings bubble to the surface, looked at Eric and with a seductive smile said,

"I think you should join Andrea and I for lunch tomorrow."



Mike & Andrea Ch. 03



The real story starts. 

Chapter III. Other Guy Found 

Mike's insides tumbled and spun on his long walk through the campus as he made his way back to Andrea's place. He could hear his own blood racing through his dizzy head. Eric had agreed to meet them for lunch. 

Mike was still undecided on whether or not he'd tell Andrea that Eric had seen her naked. Seen them both naked. Visions of that first night flashed in and out of Mike's head. He and Andrea snuck behind the hedge for their first rendezvous and Eric and his friend had caught them. While both Andrea and Mike knew they had a couple of dirty voyeurs watching it was Mike who had recognized one of them. Something he never told Andrea. 

Trying to contain his excitement he made it to Andrea's with his skin hot and flushed. He whisked her into his arms kissing her deeply the instant the door opened. The door hadn't even closed as he ripped the shirt off her back. Tugging passionately at her shorts those too were tossed into a heap at their feet. Seconds later he backed away from her and stripped himself bare still ignoring the open door. 

Wolf whistles echoed through the entry way and with a casual glance Mike slipped his arm around Andrea's waist. Pulling her beside him, they turned together to reward the passers by with a full frontal view as he pushed the door closed. Mike and Andrea followed the closing door leaning and waving a merry good-bye to the pair of fortuitous wanderers. 

The lovers were like-minded shameless exhibitionists and something about being seen naked set their fires burning hot and intense. Taking Andrea by the hand Mike pulled her into the living room and backed her butt up against the couch. They were directly in front of the big window and by unspoken mutual agreement the drapes were not closed. Andrea inched her rear up and onto the back of the couch leaving her feet dangling as Mike came up behind her kneeling on the cushions the back of the couch between them. 

His arm encircled her torso and he filled his hand with her right breast, letting her nipple slink into the 'V' between his fingers trapping it. Mike relished the soft mound of her small breast wickedly craning his neck over her shoulder to watch her areola puff up and thicken. Working his hand he kneaded her boob, squeezing and releasing the nipple he had trapped between his fingers. Practiced motions made her nipple swell, thicken and puff. Seeing her breast capped by those beautiful puffy nipples added so much to his excitement! 

Fully erect and painfully rigid Mike leaned his sex into the couch. Rolling his hips he scrapped the soft head of his cock up the rough, resisting fabric of that sofa. As he scraped his cock over that material his left hand skimmed over Andrea's tummy and dove between her legs. He cupped her pussy noticing Andrea had lifted her hanging legs and resting her feet oh the back of the couch she had spread them as wide as she could, right in front of that uncurtained window. 

Lost in the luscious thickness of this overt carnal moment Mike trailed his fingers through the succulent folds of Andrea's well spread pussy. Relishing the heat and wetness. Mike let his middle finger run its length over Andrea's clit. It was still hidden by its hood and as Mike's finger traveled over it his finger dragged that hood further and further down over the nub. Mike shook, feeling the shaft of her clit hard and long in its nesting spot. He twitched his finger making that little rod roll to and fro in its warm fleshy shroud. Towards the end of his motion he curled his middle finger and pressed it inside of her tunnel. 

Held in his embrace Mike leaned in kissing her hair, neck and ears and whispered... 

"I've found a guy for us" 

He felt Andrea squirm in his grasp. She tried to turn and address what he had just said but Mike wickedly pushed a second finger deep into her sopping twat. Rather than let her spin to talk to him about it he kept her impaled on his fingers. Probing and sliding in and out of her at a fevered pace. The more he pounded her the wetter she was. Loving how wet she was Mike finally withdrew his fingers and brought them up. Andrea licked at his fingers as they passed and Mike then cleaned her wetness from them with his mouth. Leaving his lips coated with her juices he worked his hands back into her wet hole running his thumb over her clit as his two fingers re-entered her. Using that thumb and with a bit of backwards pressure Mike pressed the hood of her clit back bringing her wet shiny button into the cool air. 

With the lightest of teasing touches Mike swirled the pad of his thumb over her little clit know how this drove her crazy. His lips still grazed her neck and ear lobes as he added in a naughty whisper. 

"He's seen you naked. Oh, and he knows who you are because just a few minutes ago he asked where you were." 

Andrea's whole body shook in Mike's strong arms, she let out a deep, deep moan and a split instant later Mike shook too as he felt the insides of Andrea's wet cunt spasm over and over against his deeply inserted fingers. 

Moaning again she leaned her head back and commanded, 

"Mike Fuck me" 

This situation was beyond any thing Mike had imagined and loving how turned on he was he didn't want to release the energy yet so in another sighed moment he wickedly said. 

"No" and instead of fucking her he kissed, nibbled and pulled her backwards onto the sofa. 

The second her back hit the cushions he pushed her legs apart and dove between them. Driven by all his passion and lust he licked and sucked her clit until she begged him to give her a rest. With his face coated with her juice he rose up his erection standing hard and proud pointing towards the ceiling and kissed her. 

Andrea lay there motionless reclaiming her energy. Her orgasms had drained her. In all their time together Mike had never assaulted her body with such pent up desire. She loved how he had taken her and still he remained hard and denied. 

Floating in the ebb tide of their tryst she rested her hand over her ravaged pussy mulling over Mike's breathy words. Who was the guy? Mike said he'd seen her naked. So was the guy a former boy friend? She hoped not because the only relationship she had here before Mike had not ended well. Where could he have seen her naked? Was he some kind of creepy peeking perv? Again she hoped not. 

That was when she thought back to the time Mike and her had sex outdoors. They did attract an audience. So could the 'guy' be the one from the couple who had watched them? If so how did Mike ever find him? So many questions to be answered but one thing for sure whoever it was had turned Mike into a steaming sexual animal. That all by itself was a great time. 

Mike sat there next to her and as she calmed. Maneuvering her free hand she found his still hot erect shaft. With gentle motions she stoked the length of his shaft. Loving caresses designed not to bring him off but to keep him engorged. With a little inhale she opened her eyes and exhaled her questions. 

"Mike who is this guy? How did you meet him? Tell me all about him." And finally... "Don't I have some say so in who we choose?" 

Answering the last question first he said. 

"Of course you have a say so... and that is why we're just meeting him for lunch... tomorrow. That way you have the final say so. If he's not right for you then he's not right for me. Okay?" 

Her touching of his cock never changed and with a small nod she acquiesced to meeting Eric for lunch. 

Over the next few minutes Mike told her about heading to his office just to find out he was back in the same lab that he had used to watch them. Mike told Andrea about catching Eric kissing a coed and all the while she casually kept stroking his cock. Finally he got to the part where Eric told Mike he was bisexual and enjoyed playing with both boys and girls. 

Andrea had been listening as she idly ran her hand up and down Mike's shaft. His last words however, sent a renewed flood between her legs. She flicked her eyes to Mike swollen cock watching as she milked a clear drop of precum from the little slit. Feeling her insides rolling in sweet desire she shifted her eyes to his. From their first verbal explorations into bringing in another lover Andrea had found the thought of seeing Mike with another guy blistering hot! She knew how she felt and lying there she tried to measure Mike's thoughts about Eric's bisexuality. In a barely audible tone she watched Mike's eyes glaze as her question took him. 

"So Eric is bisexual. When he told you that did you picture your cock hard and touching his." 

Funny but in the lab even before he had pictured Eric playing with his girl friend he had imagined Eric's cock hard, heavy and resting its weight across his own hard cock. Something that in the daydream happened as he and Eric pressed close to Andrea an accident, a very stimulating accident. 

Mike answered Andrea with a guttural moan. Hiding her grin she lightened her touch intentionally frustrating Mike. She was going to tease him and keep him hard for as long as possible heightening and building his need to uncontrollable levels. 

Mike naturally forced his dick through her grasp trying to increase the friction that her lightened touch denied. Her last words to him had only served to turn his need to get off into a boiling frenzy. When he couldn't achieve the touch he needed from her hand he brought in his own more powerful hand. Closing it over hers and crushing her hand tightly around his member. Rutting, thrusting like a wild animal. With a bat of her other hand she shooed his hand away telling him... 

"Oh no you don't get to cum tonight. It's you punishment for not telling me all about Eric before you invited him to lunch." 

Mike moaned and whimpered as Andrea slowed and then removed her hand from his rod. It took a long time for him to calm. Each time he thought he was withering he'd quiver remembering either Andrea's tormenting words or her command not to cum and he harden right up. One thing for sure Andrea knew Mike well. Each second of her teasing only increased his anticipation of what was to come. 

Less than an hour later Mike was ushered out of Andrea's place. As she closed the door she leaned in, kissed him and gently reminding him he wasn't allowed to cum. Her last parting words renewed the iron in his cock as he could only guess at what they could mean... 

"Come back tomorrow around 10. I have a job for you before we meet Eric for lunch. A job you going to love and don't you dare show up if you get yourself off tonight."



Mike & Andrea Ch. 05



"So where do we go from here?" 

"Literally, like whose place do we go to or figuratively as in what do we do now." Eric teased.

Andrea found Eric's quick mind a pleasant little extra surprise. As she sat there appreciating his wit she heard Mike say,

"Perhaps before we answer that a light lunch might give us time to become more closely acquainted"

"Yum that does sound delicious."

"Well, then let's order, take our time and see what happens." Added Andrea. 

Eyes darted from face to face and the three of them found themselves in agreement as they opened the menus. A task a touch more difficult for Mike and Eric as they worked the menu one handed since neither of them pulled their other hand from Andrea's thigh.

As for Andrea she quite enjoyed the boys warm hands and presumptive touch to her bare skin. Sitting there running over the items on the menu she found Eric's bold fingers kneading her soft flesh and working their way around to the inside of her leg. Something she aided him in doing by shifting it toward him, a slight tell tale motion. Her insides tilted and swirled finding an arousing enjoyment in the fact that she had only done this for Eric's hand. Mike's was exactly where he had first placed it and other than an idle stoke of his little finger he hadn't emboldened at all. She continued reading while watching Mike out of the corner of her eye wondering when he'd catch on to what Eric was doing and of course what his reaction would be.

In this sea of new firsts watching his response to another guy touching her was becoming one of her greatest pleasures. Unquestionably, she would enjoy Eric immensely but toying with Mike's dirty mind and letting him see his most erotic fantasy bloom right in front of his eyes really set her blood boiling. As it turned out, his kink also dovetailed nicely into her exhibitionist side. 

Things were working out very well between Eric, Mike and her she felt herself flush hot thinking about how the waitress has eyed them. Rolling that thought around she caught the motion of the hostess as she passed by leading two other guests to the booth across from them. Each of these booths had been designed to offer the greatest privacy for their guests. They had high backs and their entries were shifted so no two looked directly into another. However as Andrea watched she realized the couple being seated would have a sidelong view into their booth. They were seated with the guy slipping in first and the gal following. Which meant the gal would have the clearest view.

Andrea and the other gal shared a knowing look which left Andrea wondering if the table would hid any of what they did. Just the thought that gal might be able to see her splayed legs sent jolts of arousal coursing through her tummy and breast. Wickedly she upped the ante by lifting her leg over Eric's knee. Hell the motion alone would telegraph what she did so she knew the gal across the way had to know something was happening. With Andrea's concentration focused solely on the gal across from her she had forgotten about Mike. 

Mike had not missed a second of what just happened, neither the leg draped over Eric's knee nor Andrea's sight path. While Mike couldn't see the other booth he was well aware there was a presence there and knowing Andrea he also knew what that would do to her insides. Pushing his knee into Andrea's leg he nudged her other leg over his. Andrea now sat there with her legs spread wide as they rested on top of the boy's knees.

Eric too knew something was up glancing at Andrea he leaned in aligning his head with Andrea's sight path. What he saw made his grin widen. The gal in the other booth smiled back and almost instantly her date pressed close to her matching his date's line of vision. The couple ran their eyes over Eric and Andrea. Well, at least the bits they could see and sent them a friendly wave. Andrea and Eric returned the wave almost automatically. 

Slipping her hands all up in Eric's hair she pulled him into a seductive, moist kiss all the while tracking their neighbors out of the corner of her eyes. She caught both of them staring as she broke the kiss. Tilting her head and stretching her neck Andrea offered her exposed nape to her soon to be lover. Gently guiding Eric with her fingers still mussing his hair she pressed her body into his.

Eric's lips willingly met her neck where he kissed and flicked his tongue along its line from her ear to the edge of her shirt. Knowing Andrea had a huge exhibitionist side he caught the band of her tee in his teeth and tugged it towards him. That tee was so soft and thin it slid over her like a sultry warm caress willingly allowing it to be nudged over her shoulder. A very beautiful shoulder indeed with a curious bend of his head he looked at the soft roundness of her bare, well, almost bare shoulder and to himself he marveled... "A bra strap? I'd have guessed otherwise considering how that shirt lay over her body. I'd never have guessed... Hummm, I wonder if it's silky and sheer?" That train of thought was interrupted when Andrea gasped.

Andrea felt herself inhale a sharp spike of air and actually let out a little whimper knowing if Eric tugged to hard the couple across the way would see her sexy under things. She was reminded of Mike's presence as he had just run the back of his fingernails along her inner thigh. The traveled from her knee to where her shorts began. Her whimper changed into a full moan sensing his need.

Mike was beyond lost in all that was happening. It was coming at him too fast to place in any coherent order. Struggling to master and arrange all the stimuli he realized he was over thinking the moment. Quickly he gave up trying to consciously absorb each second and decided to let his lust and fantasy run it's natural course. He relaxed letting his lustful side guide his desire. If it felt right, it was and now trying to slip his fingers under the hem of Andrea's shorts was exactly the right thing to do. Desire and ability often seem to oppose one another and this was one of those times. Those damn shorts of Andrea's were just too fucking tight to allow Mike's fingers any travel. Frustrated and annoyed he jumped as he thought of a way to loosen them. 

Andrea too was being overwhelmed. With Eric tugging at her top, Mike trying to get into her pants and the impromptu audience her carnal hunger was off the charts. She felt Mike try and fail to get into her shorts and that too added to her heat. Just thinking about him being denied left her with a knowing smirk, which lasted barely a second because he changed tactics. Once he gave up on the idea of going under the hem of her shorts he changed tactics in one smooth direct motion. Leaning towards her both of his hands went to the little belt she wore and unbuckled it. She loved how Mike could so easily surprise her with his sudden boldness and that to added its own little spice to this wanton theater.

The couple watched rapt and intrigued by the crazy overt display across from them. Caught in the moment their hands caressed each other. It was possible to see Andrea and Eric but they knew there was another guy in that booth and from Andrea's response they knew he was involved with her too. 

Just when things were getting out of control footsteps could be heard coming their way. Eric, Andrea and Mike had just enough time to straighten up before Melissa reappeared drinks in hand. Three very guilty faces greeted her, the two boys each of them half turned to face Andrea while she sat there flushed and pleased. Damn she thought to herself she should have been more stealthy in her approach imagining what she might have caught them doing. Leaning over the table as she handed out the drinks she flashed all of them a bit of her cleavage. Very pleased with herself she saw both of the guy's eyes shift and stare down her top. As she set Andrea's iced tea down they made eye contact. Andrea had watched the whole thing; both Melissa's display and the innate instant reaction by both of the men. Oh the things women could do to men... Andrea smiled at Melissa's tease.

"Have you decided?"

"Yes," they answered almost in one voice and over the next seconds Andrea and Mike called out their orders.

Eric however, sat silent and it wasn't until Melissa added.

"What about you sir?"

That he looked up at her with his liquid blue eyes and flirting asked.

"Ah, it's Eric not sir, and what's the tastiest thing here?"

Melissa didn't miss a beat.

"Well sir that's not on the menu but the cobb salad is light and perfect for a man with an active afternoon ahead of him."

She did play the game well and with all three of them tittering Eric ordered the salad.

As Melissa turned she noticed the other couple looking into the booth realizing they had seen what she had missed. Wandering towards the other table she had to stop herself from looking back to see what Eric and his friends had started doing the second she had turned her back.

The instant Melissa turned about Eric and Andrea renewed their kissing as Mike's hand flew back to Andrea's shorts. He had left her with an undone belt and now his hands continued their mission. He undid the button holding her denim shorts closed. His passion blistering hot as he lowered the zipper all the while watching his gal and Eric kiss.

Mike could only imagine how it must feel for Andrea her ardor completely given to Eric in that hot-blooded kiss as he pawed at her clothes. He drank up every nuisance of their passion trying to decide how far he was going to go with Andrea's shorts. He quaked inside as he expanded that thought to her panties. Could he really leave her bare bottomed right here in the middle of the restaurant? 

Andrea was lost in her kiss. The last few seconds of being watched by the other couple and caught by Melissa ignited the scalding arousal that was now flying through her system. Her close companion, her lover was doing exactly what her mind and body screamed for. Her small too tight shorts barely hid anything anyway and here he was unbuckling and unzipping them. Her mind already on overload crackled and tingled as she visualized how exposed and sensual she would look sitting here only in lace panties. Her body quivered on its own accord almost causing her to break the kiss with Eric as she took the thought from sitting there in panties to sitting there stripped naked. Shamelessly, she shifted her weight off her hips.

Mike felt her backside lift and knew why she had done it. Clasping the hem of her shorts he wiggled them off her hipbone then down and around the cheeks of her ass. Her panties tried to follow but Mike wanting to prolong this as long as possible rescued those from being removed along with her shorts. Taking a second to reposition and smooth them out over her shapely ass.

Andrea felt such a warm rush for her lover. His intentionally leaving her panties on keyed right into the mental image she that had just flashed through her mind. She thanked the stars for giving her someone like Mike, as they were very much in tune with each other's kinks and twists.

Eric was oblivious to Mike's by play as, closed eyed, he kissed Andrea hopelessly lost in the rising salacious fervor. It wasn't until he felt a strong hand close on his wrist that he was brought back to this planet. Reaching into Andrea's hair with his one free he hand held her as he rained small tender pecks to her forehead, cheeks, eyes, ears neck and then over her bared shoulder. With all of his focus on the tiny kisses he was giving to Andrea he unconsciously let Mike guide his hand.

Warm soft skin greeted his touch and Mike guided Eric's palm over Andrea's leg controlling its motion and direction. Andrea parted her legs just enough to give Eric's fingers room to run between them. Distractedly aware of his hands path his cock twitched with desire and he finally awoke to the fact that the material he touched between her legs wasn't denim. Not only was the feel of the material different he also realized he was touching something both hot and moist. Pulling back minutely and shifting his eyes he looked to where his hand connected with Andrea's body. Her shorts are gone...

"Wow, when, how, did that happen?" Was all Eric could muster.

Of all the turn ons Eric could imagine he had never conceived of this one. Andrea was down to her panties and it was Mike's hand that had guided him to this discovery. Until this second he hadn't known the pure sexual, super-charged power created by doing something so far beyond the rules in a public place. Rotating his hand around he cupped Andrea's lace cover panty with his fingers over the moist spot her wetness had left. Mischievously, he pressed his finger over the spot feeling how pliant her sex was to his touch. Wild as this felt it went nuclear as a hand worked under his...

Mike's hand hadn't wasted a second and as Eric cupped Andrea's pussy on the outside of her panties he snaked his under the elastic and slipped his hand against Andrea's bare vulva. He curled a finger feeling it pass between her lips. Andrea turned his way and it became his turn to kiss her. With Eric's hand over his, separated by the thin lace of her panties, Mike sunk that finger deep into his lover lifting and opening her as much as he could as he kissed her moist lips. Mike's dirty mind added to the intense sensuousness of their kiss as he wondered it he'd be able to taste or sense the presence of another man on Andrea's lip. After all it was his fantasy to see her with another man. Knowing about the sexy underwear Andrea had on under that thin top Mike decided to ratchet things up a bit more.

Mike's hand left Andrea's pussy with dripping fingers and took hold of Eric's hand coaching it into her panties. With his hand aligned over Eric's he pressed against Eric's fingers feeling Andrea's pussy give way allowing both of them in together. Mike couldn't believe the wild steaming arousal that seemed to erupt from the surface of his skin as he and Eric finger fucked Andrea together. A heartbeat later Mike found a way to up the ante in this deviant game. Leaving Eric's hand between the folds of Andrea's pussy Mike, making sure Eric was watching, squirmed his hand up Andrea's body lifting her tee shirt as he went.

Eric watched the magic of Mike's hand under Andrea's tee. Wanting, waiting, wishing to see more of her body as Mike's hand kept going higher and taking the top with it. Sparks seemed to be exploding in front of his eyes as his body stretched all of his senses to their limits as Mike pulled up Andrea's top showing him that ultra sexy demi-half cup bra and exposed nipples. This was so insanely licentious that he thought his cock would tear itself apart as it stretched beyond its limits. He had never met such a provocative, beautiful, exciting out of control woman. The icing on the cake was Mike. He had yet to discover anything about Mike's sexual side and was looking forward to that part of this adventure.

Opening her eyes between tantalizing sensations she caught the other couples faces twisted into a waxen lustful grimace as they stared her way. Andrea was beside herself between the pair of lovers enjoying her body and the hungry eyes of their admirers. Andrea's mind ran rampant flashing both real and fantasy images through it. One of the hottest fantasy images was of her with her legs spread incredibly wide, her hand around Eric's inflamed erect maleness and guiding it into her gaping cunt in full view of the couple. As Eric teased and toyed with Mike's beautiful, proud, erect cock. More than anything else she could hardly wait till she got to watch the boys play.

All three of them had their own unique naked visions. Each one a personal variation on a similar carnal theme as their desires expanded. The rhythm of approaching footsteps once again brought the play to a sudden stop. 

They sat back up with their eyes bright and electric, their faces painted in rosy hues and their sexual organs aflame. They smoothed out their clothes and shot conspiratorial glances at each other. Then just before Melissa showed up Mike on a whim laid out Andrea's shorts on the seat beside him. All three of them looked at those denim shorts knowing there wasn't a way that Melissa could miss seeing them.

Catching her reaction was going to be fun...



Mike & Andrea Ch. 04



To the readers.

Well it looks like this must be said out loud and clear. This story is going to include bisexuality between both women and men. Now this has to be spoken because one reader objected to the male side of the bisexuality equation. His objection also sighted a statistic that clamed 95% of the population did not find stories, in his words, "going gay" erotic. Further he suggested if I dare to write stories with these themes I have to be ready to, again his words, 'suffer... flames and low scores. So be it!

Now for a touch of sanity,

While he claims a 95% erotic rejection rate for bisexual and gay stories the reality is much different... The facts are these; The Kinsey Study from the late 1940's and early 1950's found that 46% of the male population engaged in both heterosexual and homosexual activities. More recent studies suggest that the percentage of men who engage with men to orgasm is now around 64% of the male population. 

While the following quote from Alfredy Kinsey was about men the statement applies to women too... 

He wrote: Males do not represent two discrete populations, heterosexual and homosexual. The world is not to be divided into sheep and goats...The living world is a continuum in each and every one of its aspects."

Therefore, I will proudly continue to write stories with characters that engage in same sex activities. My only request is the tolerance an enlighten community should allow. Dear reader it is not my intention to offend. Instead it is to entertain. If I fail you then please remove my name from your favorite writer lists. I will respect your decisions please allow me the same courtesy and creativity due any artist. 

Thank You.

Michale

Chapter IV -- Work First, Then Lunch

"Oh no you don't get to cum tonight. Come back tomorrow around 10. I have a job for you before we meet Eric... A job you're going to love and don't you dare show up if you get yourself off tonight."

Those words kept echoing through Mike's head as he made his way back to Andrea's place the next morning. With a knock he unlocked the door and let himself in calling out to Andrea.

"I'm here."

Standing silently he wait for a reply but when he heard nothing he wandered back towards her bedroom and as he got close he heard her shower running. Popping the bathroom door open he called out again.

"I'm here." And began to strip so he could join Andrea.

Knowing Mike well she smirked to herself watching him from behind the frosted glass of the shower. He was just a mass of color and movement but it was clear from the appearance of all the flesh tones he was getting naked. She waited until he was completely undressed and then wickedly shouted over the sound of the shower.

"You don't think your joining me in here do you? Now be a good boy hand me a towel and wait for me in the other room. None of what's in here is yours until after... Eric."

Mike's mind spun between denial and arousal. Andrea had never chased him away like this before and the let down was acute. In the same breath she also reminded him that this lunch was his idea. From their first moments together he had exposed one of his deepest fantasies, his desire to see a lover with another guy. When he told Andrea of the fantasy he had expected her to cast him away as the dirty pervert he thought he was. Instead his fantasy had aroused her. So today was the day she was meeting their first candidate for the job... Eric. The mix of worry and lust was also acute.

Confusion rained around him as he sheepishly grabbed his clothes and headed into her bedroom to wait for her to finish. Grumbling as he redressed he looked up and realized Andrea's outfit for today was laid out over her bed. Curious he wandered over to see what she was wearing.

A bra? She hardly ever wore a bra. From the first time he saw her she was braless and that remained one of her constants. He quickly learned that she loved showing her boobs and really got off on how her nipples would pop up and become visible under the tissue thin tees she liked to wear. Sure enough there was a tissue top right beside the bra. The bra thing was something new and a bit spicy. Mike couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing that for him or for Eric. That thought hit Mike right in his groin. He felt his cock warm and shift.

Right beside the bra was a matching set of panties in the same pretty open lace weave and a pair of her too tiny shorts. Andrea was slim but seeing those shorts laying there it amazed him that she could slither into them. He began to visualize how her bottom would look in those but his distracted mind kept going back to the bra. Something about it nagged at the back of his mind and with a shift of his head he realized that the damn thing it looked too small to cover her breasts. He wasn't an expert on those things but really??? Andrea's tits weren't big but still that small amount of fabric couldn't possibly cover them. Then it hit him like a focused electric discharge. That bra was designed to cup only the bottom half of her breast leaving her nipples exposed. And all during lunch he'd know she was wearing that sexy thing and that it didn't cover her nipples. What a fucking amazing turn on. 

"It's called a demi half-cup." Andrea said as she entered the room pulling a brush through her strawberry hair.

Mike's preoccupation with her bra instantly forgotten as he turned her way,

"Oh my god you've shaved your pussy."

"Yeah, I know silly so what do you think?" she asked as she threw her arms into the air and did a little twirl for him.

"It's hot and you look completely delicious." 

Mike took a few steps towards her and the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

"Ah Ah, Ah cowboy slow down remember you've a job to do."

Shut down again!! Disappointment, flooded over Mike but her next words lit every single burner in his body.

"You're here to make sure my shave job is perfect for Eric. You're going to run your hands all over my pussy to make sure I haven't missed a spot. After all I have to be nice and smooth for him."

She was looking forward to this every bit as much as Mike and thrilled watching how her words hammered him. His kink had aroused her from his first embarrassed confessions of what turned him on. Using what she knew she decided to tease him mercilessly knowing it was going to drive him nuts. She planned to love every second of this wicked foreplay. 

Taking a dry towel she laid it on the bed smoothing it out and planted her butt on it. She shot Mike a smoldering look then laid back and spread her legs. Mike's hungered gaze heated her insides and she felt her sex moisten. 

Following her directions he retrieved an electric groomer from the cupboard along with a tin of honey powder and a large soft brush. Over the next seconds Mike carefully coated the area she had shaved with a light dusting of the powder and then almost shaking began to run his hand over her nether region. With a quick admonishment she reminded him this wasn't his playtime but instead it was the last bit of his punishment for making the lunch date without asking her first.

His hands slid gently over the area around her mons, the last resting spot of her missing pubes and almost at once found a tiny rough patch. He mimicked how he pulled his cheek tight while shaving and did the same to the warm flesh around the rough spot. Mike's body quaked, his cock rigid in his pants and his desire off the charts for this woman but he also did his best to play his role. Carefully, very carefully he turned the razor on and went over that patch then rechecked it again. The honey powder did its job by protecting and providing a dry slick buffer between the razors' humming blades and her luscious skin. It turned out this was a very enjoyable job and he continued his clinical exploration of her sex finding and smoothing out rough sections here and there. 

He took his time with the task and at the same time became more familiar with his lover. Caressing her pussy sensually instead of sexually was a new wild first for him. He ran his fingers and palm over her closed slit, let his fingers trace and test the area between her sex and legs. He'd press or stroke this spot or that. He'd shift or raise a leg letting it rest on his shoulder as he inspected. The trouble was in this position he was looking right into her cleft. Taking liberty and on the pretext of checking for those rough spots her reached out and pulled her pussy slightly open running his fingers over the pink area his motions exposed.

Andrea enjoyed this gentle touching and massage. Never before had a guy touched her there in such a sustained, caressing, manner without trying to engage her in sex. This was it's own unique sensual pleasure. Hell she had never spent this much exploring her own body this way and she loved it.

Mike did his best to keep the moment from becoming overtly sexual but his insides were on fire. He brought up his other hand and pulled the lips on her other side open. He had her pussy wide right in front of his eyes. Every other time he'd been here he had dove right into her with either his mouth, fingers or cock. Now he just held her open as he languidly tracked the defined lips of her labia. He wasn't in any hurry and gazed at how those lips softly outlined her opening. Following the line with his finger he traced its way up as those lips merged with the cover to her clit.

Suddenly, he thought all men should have a chance to do something like this. They'd be better lovers for it. The tip of his finger tested the soft compliance of the clit's hood. This wasn't sex it was something more and learning he rolled her clit as it remained captured within its hood. He teased it one way then the other testing its range of motion. Running over the top he traced his finger along the upper edge of the hood feeling the root of her clit. It had perhaps a half-inch shaft buried deep. That too, he gently, pushed at registering its stiff resistance.

Still curious he looked up at Andrea noting she was lying there calm and breathing evenly. He looked to her nipples to see how aroused she was and found them slightly puffed. Then while watching her face and boobs he pushed the hood away from her clit. She arched slightly and let out a soft moan. 

The nub of her clit shyly appeared pink and shiny. Using two fingers to push the hood down he did his best to expose more of her clit. This way he could expose quite a bit of it. The more he looked the more it reminded him of a slim tiny penis. More than anything he wanted to lean in lick and suck it but now wasn't the right time. Instead he released the hood he was holding back and watched as it covered all but the tip of her clit a very attractive image.

Unable to keep himself from it he did give it one gentle parting lick and felt Andrea stir at his touch. Before she could shoo him away he pulled back on his own and lifted his hands from her releasing the lips he had prized open. 

This whole morning an exotic adventure and as those lips closed he noticed one other thing. She was soaking wet. That changed everything a split second before it was sensual now it was sexual and he wanted to take her. If they only had the time.

He tried to gain control of himself but failed miserably when Andrea rolled over and in a breathy whisper said.

"Hold on you're not done yet. You haven't checked my ass to see if it's smooth too."

Mike visibly twitched at those words as they reminded him that this whole afternoon was his idea. He was the one who invited Eric to lunch hoping he'd be the one he'd watch Andrea have sex with. Raw passion burned through his veins looking down and seeing her holding her bottom in the air for his inspection. It took all the control he could muster not to take her right there. Now on the knife's edge he traveled his hands over her the cheeks of her ass prying them apart as his thumbs ran the edges of her butt hole checking. His insides rocketed him to higher levels and forgetting his task he used his thumbs to pull her little rosebud open. He had yet to fuck her here but she was asking him to check it for Eric. Was she going to let him fuck her there?

His last thought as he slapped her bottom a bit too hard was... "Wow I'd like to see that."

If he didn't move away from her now they would never make the lunch.

In a passioned yet controlled tone he left her room saying.

"You better get dressed. It's almost time to leave."

She watched him retreat wondering if she had tortured him too much. If her state of arousal was a barometer of his mood then yes she might have pushed him too far. This was a learning experience for her too and she wanted to recreate this whole feeling with him again but this time with a happy ending for both of 'em.

She dressed and seconds later took him by the arm as they left her place.

The two walked clinging to each other in a very good mental place. The mornings "job" and left them highly aroused but it also left them on a plateau where the stresses of the world seem oh so far away. Andrea's body warmed Mike's arm one of her nipples pressed to his tricep as the other left a seductive bump in her tee. Stopped at a cross walk they took a moment to kiss and hug waiting for the light to change. Right across this street lay their destination. A trendy little eatery called Alley Noir.

This little college town restaurant used deep shadows to create an intimate secluded spot where lovers could come to hide. Each booth had high backs and was twisted so the views into another booth were restricted. That way the patrons could almost feel as if they dined alone. Walking in Mike and Andrea waited a moment for their eyes to adjust from bright sunlight to the dim shadows.

The hostess looked up as Mike said, 

"We have a reservation for three under the name "Mike"

The hostess looked Mike over then Andrea lingering a fraction too long as her eyes traveled over Andrea's breast. Her eyebrows actually pumped then gaining her composure she said in her best hostess voice.

"Welcome my name is Helen and oh yes of course your reservation is right here. Is this your first time visiting us?"

The both shook their heads no.

"Very good your friend is already seated and he asked for a booth along the wall. I hope that is Okay?"

Mike and Andrea smiled at each other knowing the true meaning of what she was asking. For the booths along the wall offered the most privacy and were the ones often requested by young lovers. The fact that Eric had requested it pleased both of them.

Nodding their acceptance they followed Helen to their booth. The second Mike and Andrea arrived Eric stood gave Andrea a gentle hug and a chaste kiss on her cheek then reached out and shook hands with Mike.

"What a kiss for me and a cold handshake for Mike?" Andrea mischievously teased while looking directly into Eric's eyes.

Both boys let out a little self-conscious laugh but rising to the challenge Eric gave Mike a shit-eating grin enjoying how her words made Mike squirm. He leaned in placing his hands on Mike's arms and kissed him on the cheek. Then backed away.

Mike blushed openly first at Helen who shaking her head as she turned to leave and then at Andrea and Eric. Now, those two just looked at him and waited. Their expressions saying to Mike what their lips did not. 

"Well? What? Do you need an invitation to greet a friend properly?"

The humor and challenge of the moment trapped him and he knew he could not ignore or get out of this spot without giving Eric a kiss on the cheek. Something not too bad was it? After all the French and Italians did this all the time didn't they? So in a like manner he too placed his hands on Eric's arms and kissed his cheek. 

It wasn't at all what he expected. Eric had come with a couple days growth of beard giving him a bit of a rugged look. It was with that kiss Mike realized kissing a guy was worlds different that kissing a smooth soft girl. Eric's cheek was both more muscular and interestingly a bit scratchy too. Plus he had to look up to kiss Eric since he was slightly taller. Mike found these thoughts to be strangely arousing and concerning in the same breath. One thing for sure having Andrea tease him into doing it sent tingles through his body.

Andrea hid it well but seeing her guy kiss Eric sent her blood racing. It was during that kiss she took the time to look Eric over. He was handsome, a bit taller than Mike nicely tan, in the face anyway, and well proportioned, fairly slim and interesting he smelled of vanilla soap. A pleasant homey smell that she found very inviting.

Eric had already checked out both Andrea and Mike. Noting of course her easy grace and casual approach to her obvious exhibitionism. His eyes caught and followed the seductive bounce of her nipples as she approached the booth. Then her teasing Mike into kissing his cheek wasn't lost on him nor was her response to that kiss. 

As for Mike he had checked him out many times before. Once or twice at the beginning of the semester and then quite often after he had caught Andrea and Mike naked and screwing behind the hedge surrounding the 'Ol Professor Olive tree. He still remembered how boldly Mike had turned to the window he was watching from and showed off his body. With a little shiver he also visualized how sexy Mike's cock was. The time he had seen it, it was hard, upright, with a sweet sexy banana curve, it's full soft mushroom head, pale compared to Mike's tanned chest and legs.

That image reminded him Andrea was there too and naked. Cocking his head he glanced at her comparing that memory to the gal who stood in front of him. Pulled out of his sudden reverie he turned towards Mike catching him asking.

"So how do we sit?

"Well mostly we start bending at the knees until we're close to falling backwards and then if we planned well our butts will collide with a bench or cushion." Eric added smartly.

"Duh, very funny." Mike said as Andrea giggled musically.

"I meant" 

Mike tried to explain but Andrea had already pushed Eric into the booth. Following him she reached out taking Mike's hand and pulling him in behind her. Andrea managed to seat herself between Mike and Eric. The table a hemisphere so each of them could see and talk to each other without being obscured. 

With a sultry smile she looked at her lover sitting on her right side leaned in and gave him a big kiss. Then she turned to Eric noting that he looked nice, had a great sense of humor and felt her attraction for the man peak. Eric would be the perfect partner for both her and Mike

Her head spun with the possibilities. She warmed thinking about the boy's kiss and stretched towards Eric. He reached out rested his hand on the exposed flesh of her leg as she kissed his lips for the first time. Glancing up she was overwhelmed by the startling blue of his eyes losing herself to the obvious wanton desire they displayed. 

Mike watched the kiss trying to keep his balance because his heart seemed to stop working. He held his breath, his head felt dizzy and reason had departed from this world. This was better than anything he had dreamt of in his wildest fantasies. Not wanting to break the mood or interrupt them he tried to melt into the high backs of the booth. He thrilled seeing the line of Andrea's neck stretch upwards as Eric's hand reached into her hair.

Eric soon lost himself in Andrea's kiss and when his hand slipped into the thick sumptuous waves of her strawberry hair he used the lightest of touches to steer her kiss. His fingers stretched out letting the strands of her hair run between them and with the middle of just one finger he touched it to the nape of her neck. The touch electric, her skin contracted and turned into a mass of goose bumps as her head tilted allowing their kiss to deepen.




Mike & Andrea Ch. 04



Her eyes closed but not before catching the stunned arousal written over Mike's face. Her hands came up to Eric's chest and flattening her palm against him she felt for his heartbeat. A pleasant ringing in her ears marked the counter point to its rhythm. Their deepening kiss stole her breath. Slipping away to let herself calm Andrea straightened up letting her hand wander to the back of her neck where Eric's tender touch had caused her body to respond so. What about that touch was so scintillating? Could it have been his teasing lightness? Perhaps it was of just her body's reaction to the arousal created in the moment by her and Mike's new adventure. Whatever caused it she wanted more of it. This was going to be more that either she or Mike had anticipated. 

All three of them sat there in the beginnings of the thick sexual stew they had begun to brew. Each one relishing a separate and unique side of what they were creating.

Like adding a comma to a sentence a pause came at the right time. Their waitress showed up with water and asking,

"I'm Melissa and I'll be your server. Would you care for any drinks?

She was used to the flushed faces and captivating sexual aura that seem to ooze from these booths but usually that came from couples. There were three of them here and each one of them showed all the signs of almost being caught, heavy breathing, furtive glances and flushed skin. Shifting her eyes from one to the other she also found them visually attractive too. This might be a fun table to serve. 

Both Mike and Andrea ordered ice teas while Eric just asked for water with lemon. Turned out none of them wanted anything too heavy.

"Have you decided or should I give you a few minutes." Melissa knew they hadn't even opened their menus but still she had to ask.

Their heads all bent to the menu and while she waited she gave each of them a lingering, appraising stare.

Mike was a looker in a young guy kind of way. Still slim with his obvious youth he sat there a bit too stiff and it was difficult for Melissa to guess why. 

Andrea was the pearl in this group. She was sexy and stunning and something had her mightily aroused. Standing across from her Melissa could clear see how her nipples displayed themselves. That thin top showed every little puckered bump of 'em, rising nicely from their fleshy supporting mounds. Melissa traced the lines of Andrea's outfit and noticed the tell tale signs of a bra's shoulder straps. Odd from how her nipples seemed to be trying to tear through her shirt she'd have guess she was braless. Curious she looked at Andrea a bit more closely and could see hints of lace where her shirt pulled tight near her side and yet it was clear since you could see the color of her nipples on her shirt that those were exposed. Oh this girl was dressed to kill. She wondered which of those lucky boys would discover the present Andrea had under that shirt.

Melissa tried to read the signs of how they were sitting to guess which guy Andrea was with. Finally deciding it must have be the guy she shifted her vision to, Eric. She began to appraise Eric running her eyes over him. With a shift he looked up at her catching her running her eyes over his frame. Winking he returned her stare with a knowing smile. 

Oh, this group was going to be one to remember.

Finally, they asked for a few more minutes and she spun to leave noticing Eric's hand had dropped back under the table and reached out for Andrea. Funny, but it looked like Mike's did too... an interesting group for sure.

Quieted, conspiratorial giggles bubbled from all three of them.

"She nearly caught us." Mike said which added to the giggles from the other two.

"Working here I'm guessing little would surprise her." Eric volunteered.

"Well maybe but this might cause her eyebrows to raise a bit." As Andrea nodded to the hands on her thighs, Eric's on her left leg and Mike's on her right. 

Until that second neither guy knew they both had reached out to Andrea the same way

"So where do we go from here?"



Mike & Andrea Ch. 01: The Adventure Begins



I used to think I was broken. Now I know I'm bent, very, very, bent.

It was somewhere in my early teen years I realized how easily a gal could turn a man's head and something about that attraction always set the butterflies in my tummy a flying. It never occurred to me how challenging that could be until I found my first girl friend. She was stunning and completely out of my class. While I was just beginning to understand the dynamics of men and women she was well aware of the power she held and dressed to maximize its intrigue. 

We first started dating during our senior year in high school and no matter where we went guys always seemed to swing their gaze her way. Heck often one or two were bold enough to approach her even though I was right there. The guys would chat and flirt with her and she'd flirt right back at them. It was a confusing time for me and in my youth I thought it was my job to chase these interlopers away and more than once fights ensued. It wasn't a bit like in the movies where the damsel rewards the hero with kisses and more. Instead all that happened was that each of these moments ended in arguments with my gal. Our main differences seemed to focus around her not needing me to fight her battles. Sadly, like I said there was more than one fight and I was a very slow learner.

After the fights and the inevitable arguments I'd head back home nursing bruises, a few cuts and a damaged ego. In the silence of the solitary drive home while mulling over the whole situation I began to recognize one other thing. I was turned on by the obvious sexual attraction men had for my date but her flirting back sent me into the stratosphere. 

Time passed and as life moves on my gal I and broke apart. One of her overriding reasons for our breakup was my jealous reaction to other guys. Funny, but by the time we were breaking up I was already transitioning into a state where not only did her flirting and the associated attraction not bother me but instead left me sexually aroused, very highly aroused.

We went our separate ways. Her to a college in our own home town and I to a college half the country away. On my own and a jillion miles from anyone I knew I had many nights to think back upon my first girl and the times we had both good and bad. It was alone in the dark that I firmly seated my wild desire to watch my lover with other men. A hopeless time for me because I never thought I'd ever be able to voice this desire to a partner without her casting me aside for the pervert I felt myself to be.

Life, however, is its own merry trickster and while I spent my time cracking books instead of dating I met Andrea one Saturday afternoon in the library. She wandered in with her long, silky, hair tied back into a pony tail. It swayed back and forth with each step she took. She was so very captivating in her jeans and a tight fitting low cut cotton top. She was exactly the type of gal that always caught my attention. Slim, athletic and boobs the size of martini glasses and best of all she was braless. Her nipples puffed and lent a defined dark round pinkness showing through her top. She was seductively casual in her carriage in that mysterious way some women seem to be able to carry off without a second thought. I scanned the library and noticed many eyes on her, both men and women. She threw a relaxed, seductive smile my way as she pulled a chair out on the other side of the table. 

Over the next hours we began to get acquainted. Mixing in smiles, smoldering looks with shuffled books and papers as we studied or tried to study. The longer we sat together the harder it became for me to concentrate on my books. On one of the many time I looked up at her I found her idly tapping a pen against her lower lip while loose strands of her hair fell across her forehead. With a distracted brush of her hand she chased those bits of strawberry colored flotsam back to their proper resting place. I couldn't stop watching her. How can something as simple as her brushing that hair from her face be so captivating? 

Catching me watching she asked with an all too knowing smile;

"What are you looking at?"

Her smile was so contagious I smiled back and answered;

"I'm doing the same thing that guy over there is doing... Wondering what you'd look like naked."

At touch too forward of a reply but with a sultry twist of her head she threw a wink towards the other guy who blushed crimson. The whole scene too perfect. Both of us giggled at his genuine embarrassment. 

Almost in unison we began to pack our stuff and as we left I asked her if she wanted to stop and get a cup of coffee. With a nod we made our way to a trendy little campus coffee spot furnished with oversized stuffed chairs and loveseats. Dropping our books we crowded onto one of the loveseats as I got us a couple cappuccinos. Returning with my hands full I passed Andrea one of the cups as she teased;

"So you were sitting there wondering what I looked like naked, were you?" And how did I look?"

"Why, marvelous of course." I answered without missing a beat. 

Normally, I am never this glib but tonight was a really good night.

Over the next minutes our sexual banter continued and heightened the rising sexual tension between us.

Slowly, the conversation returned to our blushing friend. As she said;

"I think that poor guy nearly came out of his skin when I winked at him."

And both of us began to giggle again.

"You know he was staring at you almost the whole time you were sitting there."

"Oh really, so all the time we were together you were watching him?" I didn't get a gay vibe from you."

Now it was my turn to blush as I bumbled and stumbled trying to explain to her that I wasn't gay. She laughed openly. A rich, musical laugh the kind of laugh that you could get lost in. In that instant I fell for her completely.

Finally, she let me off the hook saying that no man who looked at her with the kind of desire my face showed could be gay.

"Still you did enjoy the way he looked at me. Didn't you? It was clear in the way you kept glancing at me and then at him. And if I'm reading you correctly not only did it turn you on but it is still turning you on."

I was so busted and in a heart beat I felt I had met and lost a very amazing woman. Dropping my head with a bit of shame I managed an affirmative nod. Still looking down I felt a hand on my chin lifting my head so Andrea could look into my eyes. Seconds past and as her lips spread into a wide grin she added.

"Oh my you are a dirty boy aren't you? Have you ever watched a girl friend of yours playing with another guy."

In a split second my darkest secret was out in the open. Then over the next quarter of an hour I shared with her my most intimate fantasies and history. Somehow knowing she wasn't about to judge me for my kink. Heck she seemed as aroused as I was by my strange desire.

Almost in a dream the two of us left the shop making our way towards her place. It was a warm, comfortable night and this old campus was filled with huge trees and well cared for foliage. We were both so turned on that almost ever shadow, nook and tree offered us a place to kiss and nuzzle and we took our time. Every time we stopped our lips met and our hands explored as we savored each and every second of our becoming more familiar with one other.

Almost off campus we past the ancient 'Ol Professor olive tree that was surrounded by flowering shrubs. The tree was a huge representative of its species and had greeted countless new semesters spanning its iconic reign as a school symbol. Andrea looked at me, I looked at her and with a nod we ducked behind the hedge. It was an amazing feeling. We were feet from one of the busiest walks on campus and yet completely obscured from view by the hedge. The only view behind the circle of the shrubs was from the second and third story of the science building. This night only one room was lit. A small science lab. Shadows danced on the ceiling as whoever was in there moved about the lab.

Dropping our books Andrea and I came together. In a mad rush of kisses, nibbles and pinches I took hold of Andrea's shirt and pull it up and over her head. Instantly, I bent and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She was stunning and her nipples thick and puffy. The more I sucked the more pronounced the rise of her areola. Reaching down while I sucked I loosened her jeans and without losing my lip lock on her tit I wiggled both the jeans and her panties off her hips.

She kicked her shoes off and using her feet she managed to pull one foot then the other free from her socks. She was completely naked. Being outside naked in the middle of the campus added to the wicked nature of what we were doing. I stepped back just to look at her and what a sight she was. Bare foot, blue eyes, strawberry blond hair, muscular, taut legs rising to an unshaved pussy lightly pubbed in fine tanish red hairs, boyish narrow hips, a flat tummy and with wonderful puffy nipples. Each nipple capped her breast like a second smaller scoop of strawberry ice cream atop a mound of vanilla. She was so very erotic and best of all she was naked, while I remained dressed. My poor cock lay trapped and bent as I took in the whole scene. It strained in its confined space trying to lengthen and straighten. The more aroused I became the more I had to bend to accommodate the stress of my erection. I was becoming so rigid that I was nearly bent double trying to relieve the tension of my bound cock.

Andrea had a sly smile and pushed me upright knowing how difficult that was for me. Her hands worked my jeans and the second the zipper went down my dick shifted enough to alleviate the discomfort. An audible moan escaped my lips as her hand slithered under the elastic band of my underwear and took hold of my member. My head rolled back and it was then I noticed a shadow in the window above us. There she was naked and beginning to service me and we had an audience! This was more than I could have imagined and with a bolt of electricity I wanted to be naked too. Stripped bare by Andrea in the full view of whomever was watching. 

Andrea pulled my cock from shorts pushing them under my balls and kissed the tip of my prick running her tongue over the head. I knew I was soaked with precum and I heard myself begging Andrea to undress me all the way. Something she did instantly and efficiently.

Once I was naked we both had the same thought and we hugged pressing our naked bodies together. Lip to lip, nipples to nipple and cock to pussy. Breaking our kiss for just a second I leaned in kissed Andrea's ear and whispered;

"Don't look up but we have someone in the science lab watching us."

In our embrace I spun us around so Andrea now faced the building so she could see the window. My hands roamed all over Andrea and then worked their way between her legs. With guys it's so easy to see if they are aroused and now I discovered how ready Andrea was because she was soaking wet. I can't tell you how much that turns me on.

That Ol' Olive tree had a thick smooth old branch that paralleled the ground and with a nudge I had Andrea seat herself on that branch. Reaching up she took hold of another branch above her, she leaned back and spread her legs wide offering her sex to me.

Oh how to take her... I could fuck her or eat her. She was so deliciously wet all I could think of was tasting her so I leaned in and licked her slit. She hung there leaning way back and when my tongue made contact she scooted her hips forward making my contact easier. 

The light from the second story window illuminated Andrea's cunt and as she watched me work I reached between her legs and spread her pussy wide open. I used the light from the window to tell me if I was blocking our voyeurs view. If her pussy fell into shadow then our friend could not see. I pulled her open as much as I could and she rewarded me with a deep guttural moan. With that sound I looked up to her face only to find her staring boldly up at the window above us. Cueing in on her boldness I too turned around making sure my hard cock was in full view and looked to the window mirroring her actions.

One hand remained on her pussy with my fingers spreading her wide open while I stood there looking towards that window. My nude body completely lit by the light from the science lab. I exposed Andrea's inner depths as I stood there with my cock hard, curved and upright in full view of out watcher. Actually watchers for now there were two distinct shadows. Just black silhouettes to us but two silhouettes none the less and they were standing very close to one another.

Turning back I went to work on Andrea's pussy realizing not only did I want to watch someone else play with Andrea's naked body but I really liked being watched too... I felt very dirty and somehow this made what were doing even better as well as adding a new sexual drive to my need. I was so hard my cock hurt and I've don't think eating a pussy was ever more enjoyable. I kept eating and eating I never wanted to stop. More than just eating I left my own cock untouched letting the arousal build and build. I was so sensitive that the lightest breeze over my sex made me shake.

I don't know how long I licked, sucked and teased Andrea's slit but at one point I felt a hand in my hair. Her fist closed and then pulling me by the hair she brought me up to her lips. My mouth was a slick mess coated by her juice and without releasing the fist full of hair she pressed her lips to mine. We both savored her wet pussy in our kiss.

Everything we did and were doing keyed deeply into my own filthy needs. Standing up between her legs my hard member fell naturally against her steaming hot slot. My mind spun and I knew we should use a condom but her hand left my head and took hold of my shaft. Without a seconds hesitation she guided me to her opening and lost in lust I entered her. 

She was so hot, wet and slick I went all the way in as powered by her own inner need she pushed back crashing her mons hard against the root of my cock.. The whole situation just off center enough that I lasted longer than usual. We crashed together, slammed together screwing hard and rougher than I've ever done it before. Andrea's arms left the branch above her and entwined themselves around my head. Shifting her weight she wrapped her legs around me and lifted herself off the olive tree. Which drove my dick as deep into her as I could go. We were connected cock in pussy as I took her full weight and she squeezed her legs riding my hip for leverage and pumping herself mercilessly up and down my shaft, over and over.

Again I spun us around just so I'd have a view of the window above us and when one of the people upstairs turned their head I knew who was watching us. It was Eric, my Chemistry Professors teaching grad student. Until now I'd never pictured him in a sexual way but had to concede that he was an okay looking fellow. A bit taller than I, broader across the chest, pleasant face and at least during class he had a charming manner. A wicked smile crossed my face as I realized I could introduce Andrea to him and she would have no idea that he was the one who watched us.

That sent me over the edge and kissing Andrea hard I withdrew from inside her and screamed I was going to cum. She moaned her disappointment at my pulling out but stretched out her arms, leaned back, and craned her head to watch the penis trapped between our two bodies spurt. It shot all over both of us. A thick creamy mess. 

Needless to say one of the things I made sure of in this moment was to position us so the light from the window upstairs illuminated the whole wicked moment. It supplied the light for us to watch as well as allowing our audience to watch too. With a roll of my head I peeked out of the corner of my eyes at the science lab window and could tell Eric was locked in a deep embrace with whoever was up there with him. Now the second shadow seen from this angle seemed a bit odd. It was a bit too tall, a bit too square and the head seemed to be sporting short hair. Suddenly, I began to wonder if the second shadow was a guy too. No, that couldn't be. Could it? It was a curious thing but something to think of later as I gave all my attention back to Andrea.

The two of us were spent. Completely exhausted and with her legs still wrapped around my waist I reached out and grabbed my undershirt wiping up the mess I had created. She unwound herself from around me and her legs came down supporting her own weight. The second she was down we came together once again holding onto each other, kissing and just enjoying the press of our warm bodies in the after glow. 

Almost in a daze we dressed, picked up our stuff and in the awkward silence of the moment Andrea save us once again.

"You want a second? Cup of coffee."

I had just met this woman but felt more at ease with her than I ever had with my old girl friend. Not questioning fate I just nodded and together we made our way to her place.



Mike and Becca Ch. 01



From internet chat to an encounter in the flesh

Mike watched Becca walk out the room, her perfect arse wiggling as she went. She stopped at the door and turned, knowing his eyes would be on her.

Even though he'd just cum his cock twitched slightly at the sight of her. Around 5' 4'' she had shapely pert tits, probably a 32C he reckoned. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders covering one of her nipples but the other could be clearly be seen, erect, standing our from her pink areola. She still wore her suspenders and stockings as well as a knowing smile, and also a few splatters of his cum of her cute face.

"Don't go anywhere," she purred. 

He chuckled , "As if!" 

His cock twitched again as she wiped around her mouth and then licked her fingers. 

"I want some more of that," she said looking down at his cock. She swayed out, knowing full well the effect she was having on him.

Mike couldn't stop grinning as he lay on the bed, still amazed at the turn of events that had just led to one of the hottest experiences he'd had for a long time. And it was still just early afternoon!

He clearly remembered the Saturday afternoon when he'd first 'met' Becca. His girlfriend had gone out for the day to meet some friends, despite the fact that they'd barely spent any time together the previous week. He was a bit pissed off and more than a little horny so he'd been browsing a couple of porn sites, hoping to see some nice live sex to help while away the afternoon. 

As he was on his own he didn't have a cam on so was a bit surprised when he got a message.

"Hi, how's it going?" asked HotBecca84. 

"Not bad," he replied, "the missus is out, so I'm just browsing."

"Cool, my fella's at the football game and I'm bored."

There then followed a bit of flirty chat which he only half concentrated on as he browsed through the live cams but then she sent a pic across. It wasn't provocative at all, just one of her out with some mates but her sexy smile drew him in. It was as if she knew a secret that no one else did. The fact that she looked really hot helped but it was that smile that he would start to see in his dreams. 

"Wow."

"You like?" 

"Very much so, ur one foxy lady." (not the smoothest chat up in the world he realised messaging didn't allow for much eloquence!)

"TY :-)" was the reply 

They chatted and flirted a bit more and then Becca had to go but that was the start of a beautiful cyber relationship. 

Over the next few months they chatted fairly regularly. Mike worked away a lot and chatting to Becca certainly helped to pass many an evening stuck in a hotel room and she posted enough pics that he was pretty sure she was real and not some cyber freak. Each pic was hotter than the last, from her bent over wearing just a thong to a shot of her lying on a beech wearing a skimpy pink bikini. 

When she'd posted that she'd asked, 

"Do my pics get u hard?"

"Well I'm imagining rubbing lotion over that firm body and sliding my hand into that bikini so what do u think?!" 

"Stroke ur cock for me and describe what u want to do with me." 

Being a gentleman Mike obliged! He couldn't remember the last time he came that hard from a wank.

Pretty soon he was fantasizing about her when he was shagging his girlfriend. Imagining it was Becca's lips on his cock or her bent over in front of him, looking over her shoulder with a knowing smile as he pounded her from behind. It wasn't that his sex life was bad far from it, but somehow she'd got in his head. 

Then one night when they were in the middle of a bit of dirty chat and Becca said, 

"I want you here in the flesh so I can sit on that hard cock."

"Nothing I'd like more! ;-)"

"We'll have to meet," she said.

Slightly surprised but thinking it was part of the game Mike replied, "Well I'm working away in down south in a few weeks and staying there for the weekend. Come on down."

There was a long pause and the Becca typed,

"Not sure I can make it; it'll be difficult to get away."

Mike was a bit surprised, it seemed like she had really considered it! 

And then few days later he got a message. 

"I've sorted it out. I'm coming."

Mike's heart raced when he first read the words but then he calmed a bit. He certainly hoped she'd come down but didn't want to get his hopes up too much. It seemed too good to be true. But over the next week they chatted a few times more and Becca kept mentioning meeting up, even going so far as to tell Mike that she'd bought a new set of sexy undies. This was on top of the stockings and suspenders and a pink thong that she also discussed in great detail! 

By this time Mike was working down south and as he was working there for a couple of weeks he'd had work book a self contained flat. It worked out a bit cheaper and it was pure coincidence that it was also ideal for a dirty weekend! As the week progressed every evening he wondered would she really turn up? Whilst he hoped she would realistically he didn't expect it - these things didn't happen in real life did they? 

Friday night came around and after a long day working Mike was in the shower and playing through possible scenarios in his head up. There was a full size mirror opposite the shower and as he caught site of himself Mike grinned. 

Regardless whether Becca turned up he'd do his best to make sure he had company in here tomorrow! He was still in good nick. 5'10" but with broad shoulders and whilst not as cut as he'd been a few years ago he still had well defined muscles and hadn't gone to seed like a lot of his mates.

Whilst his cock might not get him the starring role in a porn film he'd never had a complaint about it! He could comfortably get one hand on top of the other on it as he wanked and it was thick enough that some ladies could only just get their hand around it and they had to be pretty good to get all of him in their mouths. All in all he was still a pretty good catch! He went out that evening, had a few beers and then an early night, nerves and excitement gone - whatever happened would happen. 

And then it was Saturday. Mike had given Becca the name of a pub just round the corner from where he was staying so they could meet safely and suggested they meet at 12.30. He also passed on his mobile number. He'd not had a reply to that which probably wasn't a good sign! He finished a bit of work on his laptop in the morning and then started reading, pretending that he wasn't watching the clock. 12 pm passed, then 1pm and then it got to half past.

"Oh well, it always seemed too good to be true," he thought and decided to head out for some food. Then his phone buzzed. A text was there from an unknown number.

"I'm here."

Mike's heart raced. Could it be true?! He left the left flat and walked across to the pub and there she was! She was sat at a table smiling the smile he dreamed about. She was wearing a long coat, unfortunately done up to keep out the chill February weather so he couldn't see her figure. She was wearing a pair of kick ass boots and nylons (tights or stockings?!). 

He couldn't remember what they talked about for the next 30 minutes. They started with inconsequential things such as "Bad traffic, I can't believe you came, and you look great," and then just seemed to click. Becca seemed at ease so after they'd finished their drinks Mike suggested they go and grab some food and asked if Becca wanted to dump her bag at the flat. This was it - would she agree to stay?

"Cool, I could do with freshening up and I want to change out of this coat. It was raining when I left home." 

Just a few minutes later they were in the flat. "Bathrooms there, chuck me your coat and I'll hang it up. I'll put your bag in here out the way," Mike said as he headed into the bedroom.

He turned to grab her coat and paused, absolutely gobsmacked. The coat was on the ground and Becca was stood there wearing a lace bra, black thong, stockings, suspenders, the boots and nothing else! She'd been sat in the pub like that (and as Mike later found out she had driven from the last motorway services wearing just that, with her coat wide open)! 

The pics he'd seen just didn't do her justice. She was toned but still curvy and totally as hot as hell. His cock stiffened instantly. 

"I'd ask if you liked what you see but I think I can guess the answer," she said grinning as she stared at the now very visible bulge in Mikes' trousers.

"Fuck me!" he exclaimed in amazement.

Moving towards him with a sway to her hips Becca said "I intend to!"

As she came towards him Becca was already reaching for his belt, "you're too overdressed mister!"

She undid the buckle as Mike chucked his jacket off. By the time he had his T-shirt over his head she had her hand inside his trousers and had gripped his cock. Mike shivered slightly at her touch. Deciding to take control a bit he stepped back slightly so he could pull his jeans and socks off. He paused as he drank in the view.

Dark hair cascading over her shoulders, the tops of her breasts were visible above the lace bra, and he could clearly see her erect nipples through the thing gauze. She was trim, without being skinny, she had her belly button pierced and he could see a tattoo stretching across her hip. Her legs where slightly apart and he could make out the curve of her lips through her thong, suggesting she was shaven. The boots just set off the whole effect perfectly. If it was possible his cock got even harder from just drinking in her beauty for a couple of seconds. 

She seemed like she was about to say something but Mike stepped forward and kissed her gently on the mouth with a hand pushing her hair to the side and caressing her neck. They kissed long and deep and he felt her shudder under his hand.

Their tongues caressed and then pushed harder against each other as their passions rose, moving with more urgency as the kiss went on. Her hand was on his chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the firm muscle of his pecs then she moved her hand up and across his shoulder and arm. 

Mike pulled her closer, his other hand starting at the top of her shoulder and then moving down her back, stroking her as he pulled her against him. His every nerve seemed heightened. He could feel the fabric of her bra against his chest, the skin of their stomachs met as he pulled her in. 

His cock by now was upright and the head stuck out above his boxers and he felt it touch the cold metal of her belly button piercing. His hand was on her arse now feeling the firm flesh, touching her skin as the thong left most of it exposed; they still kissed urgently, pushing hard into each other. 

Then Mike broke the kiss, they both stood slightly out of breath as if they'd been running, staring into each other's eyes knowing something special was happening. There didn't seem a need for words. Mike bent down slightly and picked her up, she gasped in surprise as he turned and sat her on the desk in the corner. He pulled her to the edge and bent in to kiss her again. Her legs hooked behind his back as she pulled him in to grind the head of his cock against her pussy, all that was between them was the thin fabric of her knickers. 

He moved to kiss her neck (unzipping her boots as he did so - they looked sexy as hell but he was worried about those heels and his bare flesh!) his hands moving along the sides of her breasts, across her stomach and round her back. He then moved one hand to cup her breast, gently squeezing and toying with her nipple. Sliding his hand up her shoulder he moved the strap down so he could expose her breast and then he ran his mouth down her neck towards it, kissing, licking and gently nipping.

He played with her nipple between his lips and moved his mouth around it, alternating between kissing her tit and flicking her nipple with his tongue, his hand was on her other one stroking and caressing. She felt fantastic and judging from the way she pushed her tits towards him Becca liked it too!

She reached behind herself and undid the bra, exposing them both to his hungry eyes. He took the chance to pull his boxers down - hic cock now standing proud and free. She reached out with both hands and stoked him, teasing her nails along the underside of his shaft. "Nice," she said smiling.

Keeping control Mike moved back in, his hands moving across her tits and down her belly, his mouth following. (Her tattoo looked like it was Latin - sexy and a classical education?!) He pulled her to the edge of the desk and caressed the inside of her thighs, running his hands along her toned legs

Moving back up and nuzzling the thin fabric of her thong. She arched her back, whether inviting him or in pleasure Mike wasn't certain but he took the chance to slide her knickers down her legs and off. 

She was definitely fully shaven, he could clearly see her lips glistening and inviting. He moved his hand to caress them, feeling how moist she was, and gently rubbed her clit. She shivered and closed her eyes. He bent down closer to her and slid his fingers inside, kissing around her and then moving his tongue over her clit. She moaned. 

He pushed the tip of his tongue against her, gently moving across her hard bud. He curved his fingers towards him inside her moving his index finger, looking for her G spot. She moaned louder.

"Fuck yes," she panted

He kept his fingers there gently rubbing as his mouth teased and toyed with her clit, alternating between licking, flicking his tongue. She started to get more vocal and he could feel her muscles tense slightly so he moved to a regular motion with his tongue on her clit and his fingers rubbing. He lost track of time; 5 minutes, 10? He was lost in the moment and so was she. 

"Oh God, yes... yes, Mike," she shuddered.

Her hands where in his hair, pulling his head onto her. She moaned and writhed as she came. He lapped up her juices up and nuzzled into her. She pulled him up and looked deep into his eyes. 

"God I've been looking forward to that all morning."

Mike grinned, "Glad I could help!"

He then slowly pulled his fingers out of her pussy; she shuddered again in pleasure and looked on with a smile as he licked her juices off his fingers. 

"Your turn," she said, standing up and pushing him back onto the bed. She pushed at his chest firmly till he lay down. 

"Oh, hold on one second," Becca said as she reached into her bag and got out a packet of condoms. "We'll get around to these later," she said smiling.

She straddled him and rubbed her hands across his chest feeling his muscles beneath the wiry hair. He moved his hands up from her thighs across her sides and squeezed her tits but she grabbed his hands and held them down above his head. 

"You just lie there for now."

She leant forward and gave him a long lingering kiss. Her breasts tight against his body, His cock throbbed between them, pressing into her belly. She slowly started moving downwards, alternating between kissing his chest and moving her tits over him. He could fell her nipples rub across him and the soft feel of her flesh and caress of her hair.

His skin felt electric, her every touch resonating through his nerves. She was kissing and licking his belly, deliberately avoiding his hard dick it seemed, moving around it, only her hair briefly touching it.

She worked her way around to his thighs, stroking and kissing and then flicked her tongue over his balls. Mike moaned in pleasure. She took one in her lips, gently rolling and kissing it as she finally took hold of his cock. She moved her head up slowly, running her tongue over the base of his shaft. Once, twice. He involuntarily twitched at the sensation of her tongue on him. 

Becca moved her head back up to his stomach, gently biting him but this time she rubbed her tits across his balls and then nestled his cock in between them. She looked at him and smiled and then moved up and down slightly rubbing his dick in between her soft breasts. Pre-cum was oozing out of his cock but she seemed to like that, using her tits to spread it around to help him glide between them

He could feel her breath on his cock and while he was having a great time he willed her to just move it down. She kept going for a few seconds, knowing she was driving him wild and then she took him in her mouth. 

"Oh yeah," Mike breathed. 

She held the head of his cock in her mouth and moved her tongue around it. She had one hand at the base of his shaft slowly moving up and down, her hand just nicely encircling him. She alternated between deep movements of her head with gentle sucks and licks around his engorged head. Not settling into a rhythm just yet but teasing him and seeing what gave him pleasure. Pretty much everything she was doing to be honest! 

She moved her other hand to stroke his balls and occasionally would move her head to lick his sack and suck on his balls, moving her hand up and down the full length of his shaft as she did so. Rubbing her thumb across his end and spreading his pre-cum. She sat up slightly and put both hands on his cock, moving them both together, watching the pleasure evident in his face. 

Then she bent and took him deep into her mouth till there was only an inch or two of his shaft visible. She moved her head up and down, getting him deeper into her mouth every time and increasing the speed. 

The sensation was incredible. He'd had really good blow jobs in the past but this was amazing. She moved one hand onto his shaft that grabbed him and stoked in time with her head bobbing up and down. She paused occasionally but swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, never letting up with the pleasure. 

"That is fucking amazing," he gasped and if anything she moved deeper down onto him at the sound of his obvious pleasure and fully took him into her mouth. He was so close and moved his hand onto her shoulder to let her know but she just carried on. Sucking and pumping his hard cock till finally he came.

One burst, a second then another, she didn't take her head away and he kept cumming into her mouth. Finally he stopped spurting, it seemed like an age but had probably only been a second or two of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. She slowly moved her mouth away, gently stroking and licking him, smiling as he twitched in pleasure. He could see some of his cum on her chin and cheek from where she hadn't been able to swallow it all. 

"As good as you'd imagined?"

"Better!"

"There's more where that came from sweetie. Back in a minute."

She stood up and headed for the bedroom door grabbing something from her bag as she did. He watched her leave. 

"Don't go anywhere," she purred. 

He chuckled, "As if!"



Mike and Becca Ch. 02



Mike lay there, satisfied for now but already wondering what would happen next. Then as his stomach grumbled he realised that they'd gotten a bit distracted and hadn't eaten yet. He'd need to keep his energy up! So he got off the bed and headed to the kitchen.

'Do you want something to eat?" he asked through the bathroom door. 

"I've just had nice mouthful. What are you offering now?" 

"You can have seconds if you want." 

The door opened and a grinning Becca appeared. "I'll take you up on that, but for now some food would be good!" 

Mike barely registered what Becca said because he was transfixed by what she was wearing. Still not very much. Her lovely boobs where still on show but instead of her suspenders and stockings she was wearing a small pink thong. An item of clothing that had been the topic of several horny chats. She brushed past him and headed back to the bedroom, showing her pert buttocks and trim legs, and paused in the doorway, looking back at him. 

"Food?" 

"Oh yeah, right. A sandwich OK?" 

"Cool." 

Mike quickly put together a couple of sandwiches, his mind more on the half naked woman in the bedroom than on the food. He poured a couple of glasses of juice, shoved it all on a tray and headed back, trying to make it look like he wasn't rushing too much! 

Based on what had already happened already today he certainly didn't expect much more in the way of surprises but when he got back to the bedroom he got one. Becca was leaning over the desk, which was an amazing sight in itself, most of her lovely arse on show, just a thin strip of pink material between her cheeks that was pulled tight to clearly reveal her lips through the stretched fabric. But the surprising thing was that there was a laptop on the desk and she'd set up a webcam. She turned as he came in. 

"Hope you don't mind an audience? I've been thinking about this for ages and every time I do I get so horny." 

Mike wasn't averse to a bit of cam fun and at the moment anything that could make Becca even hornier was all right by him! But he decided to play it a little coy. 

"Christ. I'm not sure. It's a bit out of the blue."

She turned and pouted but then smiled. "If you're not so keen why is your cock hard again?" 

Unfortunately his stiff member seemed to tell the truth better than any lie detector test would have. 

"Eat your sarny and I'll come and persuade you how good it will be in a minute," she said turning back to the laptop. 

He lay back on the bed, sandwich in one hand, drink in the other watching her arse jiggle and occasionally seeing the curve of a breast. Does life get any better? 

"Aren't you worried this will get seen by anyone you know back at home?" 

"I'm one step ahead. I've set up a new account just for us and it's not when anyone I know is on here so it should be OK." 

She turned to look at him. "It's a risk but life would be dull without a little risk don't you think?" 

He finished his food and Becca was still setting things up so he got up and took the plate across to her. Standing behind her he leaned across and placed the plate on the desk. "Accidently" rubbing his cock across her arse. 

"Thought you'd want this." 

She pressed back into him. "Thanks, that's great." 

Becca leant forward to get the sandwich, opening her legs slightly as she did. Mike took the opportunity to push his cock down so that when she leant back it slid under her, rubbing against her pussy. She turned her head and smiled at him. 

"Very nice." 

Becca turned back to the laptop, munching on her sandwich but she continued to push against him, moving slightly back and forwards so that he rubbed across her. 

"Right, that's set up. Lie back on the bed, I want to make sure we'll be in view." 

Looking forward to what was coming Mike quickly complied. He lay there, one hand behind his head and with the other he started stroking his cock. 

"How does this look?" 

"Ha, not bad. You're nicely trimmed down there." 

"Well I like to make an effort but not as much as you!" 

Becca pulled her thong to the side exposing her beautiful pink lips. 

"You like?" 

"It's pretty cool that I can see all of your pussy" 

Mike was still slowly wanking as they talked. 

"Try going a bit quicker just to make sure there's not a blur on the screen." 

Mike moved his hand quicker, going from the head down his shaft. 

"That's good babe. Keep doing that for me." 

She watched intently for a few seconds, and he saw her rub her pussy a couple of times before turning back to the laptop. Music started playing, Mike didn't recognise it immediately but is was slow and sensual. Becca turned back to him raised her hands above her head and started swaying in time to the music. She slowly brought her hands down and slid them across her body, her left hand paused at her breasts, moving across to cup and squeeze her right tit. She moved her other hand down across her thigh and then down between her legs where she slowly rubbed herself. 

Mike watched her, a smile on his face. He was now stroking his cock at a slower pace, matching the music and her. Their eyes locked and they watched each other's faces as they both masturbated. 

"We're on by the way." 

Mike glanced at the camera. "Cool. Let's give them a show." 

Becca walked slowly towards him and sat on the edge of the bed intent on his dick that Mike was still wanking. Mike moved his other hand from behind his head and caressed her side, circling her breast and then cupping it, squeezing her nipple. 

"Do you want a hand there?" asked Becca and without waiting for a reply she put her hand above Mike's and slowly moved it in time with his so they were both wanking his hard cock. This felt good but Mike wanted more. Becca was side on to him now but facing down his body so he moved his hand down onto her leg and gently pulled it towards his head. Getting the gist of what Mike wanted Becca moved her leg across his chest so that she straddled him but still faced towards his cock. Leaving his dick in Becca's capable hands Mike brought both his hands up to caress the arse that was now directly in front of him. 

The thin strip of pink fabric from her thong was just visible in her crack. Mike ran his fingers down this and then slid his thumb between her legs to rub her mound. Obviously liking this Becca moved to a kneeling position and lifted her arse off his chest. With better access Mike continued to rub Becca's pussy thru her pink thong. He could feel that she was wet again and using one hand he moved the fabric to the side to expose her shaven lips. With his other hand he gently caressed her, slowly sliding his thumb into her pussy and using his fingers to rub her clit. All the while Becca was stroking his cock. Moving her hand up and down the shaft, occasionally stretching her fingers when she was the base of his shaft to rub his balls. 

Having this gorgeous, glistening pussy in full view was too much for Mike to resist so he edged down the bed until his mouth was directly under it. Keeping her thong pushed to the side with a couple of his fingers he raised his head slightly and kissed her lips. He then flicked his tongue out onto her clit and as he did so Becca moved her head down and took his cock in her mouth. They both moaned in pleasure and their tongues seemed to respond to each other. Mike licked and kissed and Becca sucked and licked. 

Mike could just reach her clit with his hand and when he was exploring around her with his tongue he'd gently rub it. Becca couldn't take his full length in and keep her pussy on mike's face so she made do with rubbing her tongue around his head and taking his first few inches into her mouth as she wanked him from the base of his shaft. 

Mike was moving his whole mouth over Becca, alternating between licking, kissing and rubbing her. He could feel her juices all over his face, something he loved. The sensation is his dick was great. A wet pussy on his face, a warm mouth on his cock, nothing else like it in the world!. He could have kept like that for ages but Becca moved off him. She turned to him with an intense look on her face and said. 

"I want you inside me." 

Mike sat up and with one hand on the back of her neck kissed her deeply. He reached over to where Becca had put the condoms on and she took the chance to pull her wet knickers off. 

"It's a shame we have to use these. I'd like nothing better than to feel you cum inside me sweetie, but in this case better safe than sorry."

"No worries. I think I'll still enjoy it a bit." 

"I'll make sure you do!" 

Becca reached over and took the condom from Mike. She gave his cock a last quick suck and then slowly pulled it down over his shaft. Facing Mike she straddled him and with one hand on his cock she slowly lowered herself down. Even through the condom Mike could feel the warmth of her pussy. She paused as his head first pushed against her lips and then moved down quickly until he was several inches into her. 

"Fuck yes," she panted.

Mike agreed. He looked up at this gorgeous woman who was slowly moving up and down on his dick. Each time he entered more deeply into her. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of concentration and pleasure on her face as she savoured every second of him entering her. Her dark hair hung down, partially obscuring her breasts but he could see the curve of her tits and the pink erect nipples standing out, accentuated by her slightly arched back. Her toned body glistened with sweat, and her belly button piercing swayed as she moved up and down. 

He finally felt her full weight settle on him as she took his full length into her. She paused there and wiggled a bit, full enjoying the sensation of having a hard cock inside her. Mike took the opportunity to move his hand down and rub his thumb onto her clit, while squeezing her tits with his other hand. She opened her eyes and grinned at him and then leant down and have him a long lingering kiss and then started moving again up and down his cock.

Every time she raised herself slightly he could see the base of his cock with her shaven lips around it. Lost in her own world she found a rhythm and continued to move up and down. Raising herself 4 or 5 inches of him before sliding down till their bodies touched. Mike was content to let her do her thing he lay there enjoying every second and taking in the view. He glanced over at the laptop occasionally where he could just make out the horny vision of Becca riding him, caught fully on the cam. 

Becca kept going for several minutes, occasionally letting all her weight rest on him and gyrating slowly but generally bouncing up and down, increasing her pace as she did so. She'd let out the occasional pant or moan and Mike thought she might be close to cumming but she seemed in control so he didn't offer any help yet. Suddenly at the top of her movement she came off him but in a practiced move she turned so that she was facing away and knelt with one leg either side of him. She grabbed his cock and holding it down a bit she slid backwards on to it. She turned to look at him, 

"Hope you don't mind babe but reverse cowgirl will do it for me every time." 

"Go for it. Ride me however you fucking want Becca." 

Becca leant forward so her hands were between Mike's legs and began to move slowly backwards and forwards. Mike could feel that his cock was in nice and, deep and Becca was making the kind of noises that suggested she loved it like this. She continued to move slowly, sliding along his dick, he could almost feel her muscles inside tense and relax as she rode on him. 

Mike placed his hands on Becca's perfect arse and caressed it in time to her movements, gently pushing as she moved forwards and squeezing her cheeks as she came back. Becca reached one hand back and gently cupped and stroked his balls, as she slid along him, running her fingernails over the base of his cock. Mike could feel that he was close to cumming but the recent blow job and the effect of the condom meant that he wasn't there yet. Becca resumed sliding along the full length of his dick. Mike could see that her hand was still moving but he couldn't feel it so presumably she was rubbing her clit as she rode his cock. 

After several minutes Becca started to up the pace. Mike hear her mutter, "Oh God," as she did. Looking over at the laptop he could see that this was also giving anyone watching an amazing view of Becca's tits, jiggling as she moved back and forth. 

Becca started to move even more vigorously. "Yes, fuck yes," she said. 

Mike held off as he wanted to continue this fuck but Becca shuddered and he could feel her pussy tighten as she came, pounding down onto his dick. She slowed and pushed hard into him, lowering her head onto the bed and panting. He could feel her twitch as her orgasm ran its course. She turned and looked into his eyes. "That hit the spot." 

Mike smiled. 

She jiggled her arse and said, "Still hard? I'm impressed." 

Mike grabbed her thighs and lifted, moving himself up at the same time so he stayed inside her, until he was now crouching. Becca had taken her weight onto her hands and from here Mike lowered her back down so she was in front of him and kneeling. He was still a good four inches inside her despite all the manoeuvring. She looked back round at him, but before she could say anything he thrust hard into her. He pulled out and then thrust in again. 

"Yep, still hard." 

Mike continued to fuck Becca hard from behind. Not violent in any way, but he gripped her arse tightly and thrust in and out very firmly. Although she'd just cum, Becca was making appreciative noises to this, and Mike was enjoying the sensation of his cock moving rapidly in her tight pussy. He thought about shagging her like this until he came, which wasn't far off, but wanted one more thing. 

He pulled out and grabbing her thighs he turned Becca onto her back. Still kneeling he pulled Becca back towards him, holding her legs in the air. He manoeuvred himself so his cock was rubbing on her lips and slowly moved forward. He slid in easily but she still felt nice and tight with her legs in the air. Becca repositioned herself slightly so she could rest her legs on his shoulders. 

"I want to look in your eyes as I cum." 

Becca smiled up at him. "Cum for me Mike." 

Mike leant forward and gave her a lingering kiss, taking the opportunity to caress her tits as he moved in and out of her. He was close now and so thrust hard but slowly, concentrating on trying to get as much sensation as possible, even through the condom. He stroked slowly for a few minutes, his hands moving over her tits, belly and occasionally rubbing his thumb over her clit, before building up the tempo. Holding on to her ankles he increased his speed, thrusting his hips hard so that his balls slapped against her as he reached maximum penetration. Becca was panting again and so was Mike. With one final thrust he came. 

"Oh yes," he groaned as he continued to move into her, his cock spurting and twitching several times until he was spent. He knelt there for a few seconds, luxuriating in the post-orgasm glow, then he withdrew. Becca lay there, a vision of loveliness, a sheen of sweat only enhancing her beauty to him. He leant forward and licked from her belly upwards before giving her a kiss. As he did so his now semi-erect cock swayed against her, which would have been nice except for the condom, which was full of his jism, hanging down. 

"I'd better get rid of this," he said heading off to the bathroom. 

When Mike came back into the bedroom with a couple of drinks Becca was putting the cam away. 

"We had over 4000 people watching at the end!" 

"Hope they enjoyed the show. I certainly enjoyed participating!" Mike said as he grabbed Becca around her waist and pulled her close. 

"I'd kinda guessed that," Becca said smiling, "what have you got planned for us for the rest of the day then?" 

"Well I've got us booked in to a Jamie Oliver restaurant at 7 and then thought we could hit some pubs and then a club." 

"Wow. Sounds good, good job I brought something nice to wear." 

They decided to head out for an hour or so and have a look around the town in the winter sunshine, both dressing causally but warmly (Becca looked very cute in her furry hat and scarf). They wandered down towards the cathedral, chatting about nothing in particular, decided against checking out the Roman remains and headed for a coffee instead.

Conversation was easy. It was one of those rare times where almost total strangers just click and can chat as if they'd known each other for years. The subject of phones cropped up and Becca mentioned that she had been nervous about texting Mike when she arrived as it mean giving out her number and understandably she didn't want unexpected calls after the weekend. Mike told her about the app he'd found that hid messages and calls from certain numbers but agreed that they shouldn't call each other unless they both agreed a time and were OK with it. After sorting out the details of how to protect their subterfuge they changed the subject to more mundane things. 

As the afternoon drew to a close they decided to head back and get ready for the evening. They arrived back at the flat and as Becca took off her coat Mike leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss. 

"Do you want to hit the shower first? I've got a call to make." 

"OK, but only if you promise to come and do my back," Becca replied. 

Mike briefly felt a bit guilty as it was his girlfriend he was calling but almost straight away she started having a go at him for working away at the weekend. Realising he could get nagged for the next ten minutes or join Becca Mike decided to end the call.

"Sorry babe, something's come up, call you tomorrow." With that he hung up and to be safe turned off the phone. Barely giving his girlfriend another thought Mike headed to the bathroom.

Luckily he could still hear the shower running so he stripped off and walked in. Becca was just rinsing off her hair and had her back to him so he paused to take in the view. Despite seeing her naked for a large part of the day it seemed like he couldn't get enough of her body. She had another couple of tattoos which he'd not noticed before. Too busy looking at her flesh! 

As Mike opened the door to the shower Becca turned and smiled at him. He grabbed the soap and started to run his hands over her back and shoulders. 

"That's nice babe." 

He built up a nice soapy froth and rubbed all around her back. She moved forward so her hands were resting on the wall. 

"Rub harder will you? I've got a knot in my shoulders from the drive down. "

Coincidently her arse had stuck out towards his groin when she leant forward and rubbed against his semi-erect cock. 

Ignoring her firm cheeks rubbing against him he focused on giving her a proper massage. Using the soap to help his hands glide over her, only occasionally moving them round to caress the side of her breasts. After several minutes of this Becca gave a contented sigh.

"Thanks sweetie, you're definitely good with your hands."

She turned back to him and taking the soap began to rub her hands through the hairs on his chest, feeling his firm muscles. Her hands moved down. 

"I think we should make sure you're properly clean."

"Be my guest." 

She took his cock in her hands and gently began to rub it. Her tender soapy ministrations quickly bringing him back to full hardness. She began to stroke it, gently teasing back his foreskin and rubbing her fingers over his exposed head. 

Mike cupped her breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, gently tweaking them. He let her play with his cock for a minute and then moved closer to her so he could take her head in his hands. He kissed her as the warm water ran over their naked entwined bodies, one of her hands was around his neck, the other rubbing his back. Mike had both of his hands cupping and squeezing her arse. When they finally broke their kiss Mike moved behind her and moved his hands to her shoulders. 




Mike & Carol



I love my wife. We have been married a few years and have always been open with each other. The physical side of our relationship has been nothing but great. But tonight, tonight was something special. For the first time we tried bondage. Something I asked for and now am getting my wish. 

I am naked, tied to a chair placed at the foot of the bed. Carol dressed in a red corset with black highlights, stockingsto match. Her breasts pushed up almost, but not quite, showing her puffy nipples. Her trimmed pussy exposed for all to see.

She stands almost six feet tall. Naturally blonde hair loose, covering her shoulders. She stays in good shape with yoga and tonight she was showing those skills all for me. After a little stretching, mostly to tease me, Carol put her feet behind her head as she fucked herself with a vibrator. Her strip of blonde hair was blocked from my view as her hand slowly eased it in and out. Each stroke going a little deeper. Each stroke making me harder.

She started talking to me, "Oooooh, that feels so good. Baby it goes so deep. Just like you when you fuck me."

Her blue eyes focused on my own. She was putting on a show just for me. I loved it! She kept pushing the vibrator in until all eight inches was stuffed in her body. Now the next step.

"I always enjoy a nice hard cock but I like this even more."

Her eyes were devilish as she switched on the vibration. I could hear it and watched as those beautiful blue eyes half closed in response. A guttural moan escaped her lips. She slid the pink plastic phallus all the way in and held it there.

"Aaaah, yes, yes, I am going to cum. Do you want me to cum? Do you want me to sweetie?"

She knew I could not answer. She had gagged me with her panties after securing me to the chair. I tried to speak, my words muffled, "Uuum uuum, eah, eh et ee!"

She pulled in slowly out. The pink coloring now wet and shiny from being inside Carol. Slower then I could imagine she pushed it back in with one finger. 

"It feels so good. I just want to cum."

With that she switched the vibration to max.

"Oh OOOOOH!"

That was it, she was cumming. I could see her cunt muscles push the fake cock out as her hand slid it back in. The toy's noise alternating between loud and soft as Carol rode wave after wave of ecstasy. She continued to fuck herself. Carol's hips moved only slightly but I know she was in another place. I remember well, her under me as she covered my cock with her cum, her mouth open in a silent cry, body shaking, even shivering in joy. Now, I was witnessing and not participating. What a show. Never have I been so turned on!

Carol's hand finally allowed her pussy to win the battle. The plastic, battery powered dick slid completely out of her body. She did keep her legs spread allowing me the perfect view of a freshly fucked cunt. Gaping open, glistening in the soft light of our bedroom. Her breathing was returning to normal when she finally opened her eyes.

"That was wonderful. It felt so good knowing you were watching."

She stretched out, her toes pointing to either side of me, "Well, what to do now? Usually after such an orgasm I usually have to get cleaned up. You know, that white stuff you leave behind."

With that, she sat on the edge of the bed, inches from me, dipped two fingers into her twat getting them soaked, "Ummm, I like having a little massage afterwards. Sometime it can make me cum again."

I was frozen watching her play with herself. After a few minuted she pulled them out. Then cleaned sucked them clean, "I taste good today. Would you like a sample?"

By now I was ready to cum. The slit in my cock leaking pre-cum down the shaft. I flexed my muscle so it wagged up and down a little.

"I'll take that as a yes."

She removed her panties from my mouth quickly replacing it with her tongue. The faint taste of her essence made me melt, well not all me. Her left had caressed my cheek while her right had played with my fluid. Rubbing the head of by cock with two fingers she brought me closer and closer to erupting. 

"Well you are as wet as I am."

She took those two fingers and put them to my lips, "Suck them for me, do it for me."

I had never done that before but she had me so excited I went with the moment. Not too bad, slightly sweet. 

"Do you like?"

"Yes."

"I can get more."

She kissed me before I could respond then slid to the floor. Without waiting she took my entire cock in her mouth. After everything that happened it was too much, I jerked and came. Spurt after spurt, I felt my sperm travel up my shaft into her waiting mouth. She took all I had until I finally begged her to stop. My shrinking dick was too sensitive, her mouth providing painful pleasure.

I closed my eyes trying to let that pleasure fill me. Then Carol kissed my cheek and gently stroked my cock with her fingers. As I opened my mouth she kissed me again, this time with my cum in her mouth. She pushed every drop out. Surprised I sputtered.

"Swallow it for me. Swallow it for me please." she whispered.

She looked at me, I saw the vulnerability in her eyes. She was trying something new and wanted me to go along with it. It was a simple decision. After all she had set this entire night up for me at my request. I quickly downed my first ever load of cum. Then opened my mouth like a child proving he had taken all his medicine.

She squeaked with delight, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She covered me with kisses stopping only to tell me how much she loves me. I still could not move so I just had to sit there... enjoying every moment.

Pretty soon the kisses changed from playful to more sensual. 

"I am getting horny. Knowing you have a load of white stuff in you makes me want a good fuck."

I can usually go more then once per night but not that quickly, "Well, untie and give a little while I will make that wish come true."

"No, I want to be fucked now!"

She grabbed her discarded panties and stuffed them in my mouth once more. I watched as she walked around the bed to her dresser. She opened the dresser and grabbed a dildo. It was the one we had molded using me as the model.

"If I can't have you, I will take the next best thing."

The night was just getting started!



Mike and Carol and Lynne and Matt



Mike and Carol had been our married friends for over 10 years. We had vacationed together, attended each other's children's birthday parties, and even celebrated everything from July 4th to Thanksgiving together. Nevertheless we were as shocked as any of our other friends when we learned that Mike and Carol had separated and were seriously considering divorce. My wife Lynne and I fought the urge to "take sides" as we listened to both Mike and Carol recount the problems that had, over time drawn a wedge between them. 

Carol, very shapely and with looks which failed to account for all of her 38 years, it seems had married Mike in an attempt to overcome her attraction to women. In college, she had had her first sexual experience with her dominating roommate. The sexual relationship had lasted throughout her sophomore year, ending when her roommate graduated. Carol turned to a string of men and failed relationships before finding Mike. Mike was not exactly "effeminate," but he was kind and caring with a "soft" approach to life. They married and had two children in rapid succession. Carol soon found herself attracted to women and while she never acted on it, her sexual relations with Mike suffered as she felt pulled more and more towards other women. She did not want to end the marriage, but felt as though sleeping with another woman would betray her vows.

Mike was nearly emasculated by the whole situation. He had worked hard to be the "perfect" husband and father. He blamed himself for turning his wife into a lesbian. He questioned his sexual prowess. He felt rejected and betrayed. Carol had kept him in the dark about her yearlong affair in college, and neither Lynne nor I was going to betray her confidence. Mike spent hours in our home just hanging out, and enjoying Lynne's home cooking. 

Carol had the kids during the week, mostly because she worked from home. Mike's contact with the kids was limited to every other week-end as his job as an emergency room physician kept him very busy. Mike had always been "Uncle Mike" to our boys, and I had been "Uncle Matt" to his. Perhaps his inability to spend evenings with his own children brought him to our door after his shift was over. He helped the kids with their homework and played hoops in the driveway until bedtime and then headed off to his new apartment. 

Carol would bring her boys over on Mike's week-end to work and nearly every Friday night. We soon fell into a routine in which on Friday nights, I would take the boys to the movies and Lynne and Carol would enjoy a "Mommy's night out." Eventually it worked out that on Mike's week-end off he would join us at the movies after work on Friday night and return to spend the night in our guest room as we fellows had a guy's night, and Carol and Lynne would return to Carol's place when they came home for the night. This seemed like a great solution, as it resolved the problem of Carol having to bring the boys back to her place in the early morning hours and kept Lynne from waking our two sons in the process.

At 14 and 16 our boys were old enough to stay at home and I was not very shocked when Lynne insisted that we go out for brunch at IHOP. However, I was soon to be very shocked when Lynne blushed as she informed me she had something to tell me.

"Lynne, we have never had secrets from each other, and we have been married a long time. You can tell me anything without having to worry." I said, trying to relax her and ease her into opening up.

"I know that Matt, but I just have to work up the nerve anyway." Lynne still seemed hesitant to tell me what was on her mind.

"Well, I know that the car is not wrecked. Did you get a ticket Friday night?" I searched for something that could account for her hesitancy.

"The car is not wrecked, I am just afraid I have wrecked our marriage!" Lynne blurted out.

"Wrecked our marriage, what are you talking about?" Now I was stunned. 

"Darling, please do not be angry with me." Lynne had a pleading look in her eyes. 

"Angry? About what? Baby, I have no idea what you are talking about! What is going on, what could you have done to wreck a 18 year marriage?" My mind raced. 

"I had sex with Carol" Lynne blurted out. Now I really was amazed. Lynne had always been horny after any sex video with "girl-girl" action. But she had never discussed any sexual attraction to other women. Now I understood why, and was thankful that, Lynne asked we be seated in a rather secluded end of the restaurant. She knew I would not make a scene in public. I was too stunned to be argumentative.

"You had 'sex with Carol?' How did that happen? I mean what did she do? I mean did you want too?" I stammered to get the words out.

"Do you want the play-by-play? Aren't you mad? Honey, I cheated on you and I have not been felt right since then. Carol feels badly as well." Lynne looked disappointed that I was not angry, and angry that I was asking for details. 

"Look, I just want to understand what is going on." I confessed.

"It just kind of happened. We had been drinking a little while we were out, and drank more when we got back to Carol's place. She was crying on my shoulder and said she did not like sleeping alone in the king size bed. Then one thing led to the other, and it just happened."

"Did you like it? Did you cum?" I looked her straight in the eyes.

"Yes, and yes while it was happening. I am not feeling very good about it right now." It was Lynne's turn to confess.

"Do you still love me? Do you want to leave me for her?" I prodded.

"Yes and no." She said "yes, I love you. And No, I do not want to leave you." Tears were in her eyes.

"We have some things to talk about, and I would rather do it in the car." I insisted.

I paid for the check and gave Lynne more time to think as we walked to the car.

"Are you angry?" Lynne asked as she tried to read my face.

"I am not thrilled about it, but I understand how things like this can happen. What I do not understand is your being with a woman. Are you bisexual? Have you been living a lie like Carol was?" Now my mind was really messed up.

"No, Carol was the first woman I have ever been with in my life. I do not know if I am bisexual or not. I do enjoy watching girls fuck and I came really hard with Carol, but I do not feel the need to fool around with other women." Carol took some time to answer the question.

When I heard her say for the second time that she came, and that she came hard, my penis responded. I had not expected that. I enjoy watching girl-girl sex as much as the next guy, but honestly had never given any real thought to Lynne actually having sex with another woman.

"Tell me about it!" I blurted out.

"What do you mean tell me about it?" Lynne's expression changed from fear to anger.

"I mean, you are my wife. You broke your vow. You got your pleasure and could not deal with the guilt and dumped this on me. I want some pleasure out of it too; I want to hear the details, every detail. That is the price I am exacting for your indiscretion!" I insisted.

"Carol and I were about to go to bed, like I said, she asked if I would sleep with her. Once in the bed room she pulled off her sweater and undid her bra before she wiggled out of her jeans. Her areolas were smaller than mine, but her nipples were larger. They looked like pencil erasers on her firm "B cup" tits, which even at her age were quite firm without any noticeable sag at all. She glanced at me and told me that she slept in the nude and offered to get me a tee shirt. I did not want to be a prude, so I declined her offer. She kept looking at me, so I took off my shirt and bra exposing my breasts to her gaze. She commented on my larger breasts, and told me she had always envied the fact that I was a "D." The she removed her white lace panties. I noticed at once that she had trimmed her pubic hair to a thin strip of red hair. She slipped between the sheets before I could finish removing my clothes. How am I doing?" Lynne inquired.

"Fine, but give more details, do not leave out anything." As I answered I found my dick was getting harder already.

"After I got into bed, she asked if we could cuddle. I was on my back and she slid over pressing her breasts into my arm as she lay on her side. It was only the briefest of moments before she pulled up her left leg and placed it over my leg. I could feel her warmth next to me. I smelled her perfume as we lay next to each other not saying a word. She then brought her left arm over me, pacing her hand on my left shoulder; her arm touching both of my breasts. I felt so tingly; it was almost like I was being touched for the very first time. I did not want it to go any farther, honestly, but get my pussy was getting wet. We just rested there for a few minutes, until she told me how nice it felt to have somebody next to her and how she was so glad we had been so close over the years. The she kissed me, my mouth opened to accept her tongue. She pulled herself up and onto my upper torso her breasts pressing into mine as we kissed for what seemed like ours. She suggested we take a shower and at the same time she pulled me by my hand and before I knew it she was standing behind me in the shower. Her hands were soapy and she lathered my breasts before turning me around and pressing her tits into mine allowing the soap to lubricate our bodies as she placed her hands on my ass and pulled our bodies tighter together. She once again kissed me passionately for what seemed like forever. She released my ass and took my hand lathering it before guiding it down between her legs. I felt skin against skin as it became clear that from the top of her slit down she was hairless. She asked me if I had ever shaved my pussy, and I told her no. She lathered her hands and then applied the soap to my crotch, before reaching for the razor and positioning me for her to shave me." She paused for a moment.

"And that is why you have not let me see or touch you since you got back from her place!" I interrupted.

"Yes, I wanted to tell her that you did not like to see a shaven pussy, but I just could not do or say anything to resist her. I was under her spell. The combination of the alcohol, the pity I had for her and my own sexual curiosity prevented my resisting. After she was done with the shave we rinsed off and got out of the shower. She reached for a towel and instead of drying herself, she dried me. The she handed me a towel and turned to allow me to dry her off. We got back in bed and once again we were kissing like teenagers. This time she was more overt in her manipulation of my breasts, and it was not long until she removed her lips from mine and placed them on my breasts, kissing and nibbling around my breasts until she circled down to my areola. I wanted to pull her mouth to my nipple; it took so long for her to finally reach my nipples, by that time they were so hard they hurt. My pussy was so hot and wet. I moved my hand down between my thighs. It felt so different to feel my hand slide along my naked pussy. I hardly noticed her movement which placed her face between my legs. She licked my pussy, and then tugged my lips with her mouth before pushing her face into my warmth so hard as she sucked my clit into her mouth, forcing her chin into my pussy. I placed my hands on her head and guided her mouth as she brought me to the first of three orgasms. She reached her hands up to my breasts and I came again. She then turned and we lay head to toe, like scissors, as she mashed her pussy into mine and we ground ourselves into each other until I came again. I had more than I could take, so I begged her to hold me. We embraced and kissed again until I went to sleep or passed out. There, you have it, the whole story. The next day we woke up, she made breakfast and we did not say a word about what had happened." She finished her story and then she looked at me with her "I hope you are happy now" look in her eyes.

"Well, that is quite I story." I said.

"And you are not mad at me?" She quizzed.

"No, I am not mad." I answered.

"So, you do not care that I had sex with our best friend." Her voice lowered and slowed.

"Well, I care, I mean you are my wife." I answered.

She then gazed at my groin and noticed my impossible to cover up hard on. "It looks like you got off on my story!" She said "You got hard thinking about your wife with your best friend's wife. Do you want to jack off?" 

"Well, I mean, obviously we cannot do anything about it here." I said, wishing I had a table to hide my cock.

"So, I got off with her, and you would like to get off hearing about it! I never expected this would be the result of a drunken make out session with another woman." Lynne said. 

"Are you going to do it again?" I asked.

"I don't know, but as it stands now, Friday night girls out is still on." Lynne said firmly.

The car pulled up in the driveway. "What about Mike?" I said.

"You are not to say a word to Mike about this, not one word; it is none of his business. And it is not our place to clue him in, if Carol wants him to know, she will tell him. Matthew, it will ruin our friendship with Mike, not one word, get it!" Lynne shot me a look as she spoke which let me know that she meant business.

"Hi guys, did you have a good time?" Mike said as we got out of the car.

"We had a great time!" said Lynne.

With that Lynne turned to me and said "and there are more good times to come!"