0 comments/ 17555 views/ 0 favorites Molly Learns Ch. 1 By: pisces Jamey and I were having lunch in the cafeteria. My divorce decree had been signed the day before and it was a relief for it to be over. Then we started talking about men. I had been married for 10 years and never cheated on my ex, even during the divorce proceedings, my attorney recommended against dating. I followed her advice and we came out pretty good. It had been a lot of years and I didn't know how to go about getting back into the dating habit. The girl from the next table stopped over and said, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I did overhear part of your conversation. I have a friend that goes to the Holiday Inn every Wednesday night. They have dancing and it draws a pretty good crowd, some nice, some jerks. Why don't you try it and see what happens. I'll tell my friend to look for you." I raised some protest and then the lady said, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. My friend is kind and gentle and the kind of person that will care about you and how to make you happy rather than the other way around. Anyway, I won't tell you anything about my friend and just see what happens." Jamey and I talked about this through lunch without much resolution, About 20 minutes before quitting, Jamey gave me a call, "We are going shopping after work, so just be ready". Jamey took me to the mall and we went to Victoria's Secret. I bought a bra, panties, garter and nylons. Then we went over to Lord and Taylor's and bought a simple black dress, short sleeves modest vee neck and hit about mid thigh, then we bought a pair of black sandals with spike heels. We finished by buying new nail polish, lipstick and perfume. When Wednesday came, I again saw the girl in the cafeteria, she asked if I was going that night and I replied that I was. She smiled and said; "Great, 9:30 or so would be a good time to arrive." After work I went home, took another bath and tried to relax before getting ready to go. Relaxing was not part of the mix. The place was starting to fill up when I arrived, but there was a high table that I was able to get. I ordered a drink and listened to the music. It didn't take long before men starting hitting on me. Most were businessmen or salesmen, married men on the road looking for a quickie. There was one young man in a three-piece pin striped suit sitting alone that had been watching me since I arrived. A slow song was played; he stood up motioned to the dance floor, made a pleading gesture with his hands and looked at me. I excused myself from the salesman of the minute and met the young man at the dance floor. He held me firmly but at a distance as we began to dance, by the third song, I had snuggled into his arms, leaning against him. I had told him my life story in two short songs and he comforted me and all I knew about him was his name was Chris. The third song ended and he led me to his table. We each had a drink and talked, mostly about me. Chris was tall, thin and very good-looking, even pretty. His face was delicate, he had big eyes and long lashes. His hands were soft with long slender fingers and well manicured nails. He was good looking in a Michael Jackson kind of way. Then Chris said, "You need someone to make you feel good, to be tender and kind and to be devoted to just you and your pleasures. I have a room upstairs, I'd like to take you up and make love to you, make you realize how pretty and special you really are." I wasn't sure just what I wanted and another slow song was being played and I asked him to dance with me. He held me gently in his arms, whispering in my ear as I relaxed against him. I moved my body tighter against his and could feel his organ lying against his body. Chris was softly singing the song, his voice throaty and sexy and his breath at my ear. My body was reacting to his touch, his voice, even his smell. By puppies were up and hard and my panties were damp. I wanted laid desperately and here was a kind, gentle person, who was exciting me and also wanted me. Then I looked up at him and we kissed, softly gently, our lips meeting and our tongues exploring. The music stopped and eventually we did too. Then I asked Chris to take me to his room. The room was spacious, Chris found a soft music station on the radio, turned the lights down and we sat on the sofa. He slid an arm around my shoulder and then he kissed me, slowly, tenderly, and our breathing increased, his lips parted and my tongue was exploring his mouth. He slid his arm around me and pulled me tighter to him, I was building quickly. I then pulled back and began kissing his eyes, his nose and slid my face along his, and I felt his smooth soft skin. I kissed his ear, nibbling and licking, Chris was moaning too and I loosened his tie as I began kissing his neck. Chris stood me up, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Then he unhooked my bra, his hands sliding from my back around to my shoulders, then down my chest, hesitating and then cupping each breast. My nipples were hard and when he took one in is mouth, my knees buckled. Chris lifted me and lay me on the bed. As he removed his jacket, he turned off the lights, plunging us into total darkness. I could no longer see him as he lay beside me and began kissing my neck. He would kiss my neck, take a little nibble, then lick my neck. I shuddered and moaned as his tongue worked on my neck and ear, I pulled his head tighter against me. His fingers were gently rubbing and tweaking my nipple as his tongue moved down from my neck, across my shoulder and then he took my breast in his mouth. Chris worked his lips and tongue over my mound, gently nibbling on my nipple and sucking as much of the orb as he could. His hand caressed the mound as he sucked and nibbled. Then slowly he moved from one to the other, sucking and nibbling, my nipples aching from the excitement. I quivered and writhed as his tongue moved down my tummy, stopping at the navel as he French kissed my little indentation. One hand was on each breast as he licked and sucked on my stomach, my hips grinding to meet him. Chris lay between my legs and I was thrusting my pelvis into his chest. His hands slid to my buttocks, raising my groin to meet his eager mouth, my panties wet before he bit into them. His teeth nibbled at my mound and I nearly burst as his fingers pulled the material back and his tongue penetrated me. His teeth and tongue found my clit and I was now screaming for him to continue. His tongue licked and sucked and moved in and out, and as Chris inserted a finger, I climaxed. I thrashed and moaned and wiggled and Chris drove his tongue deeper into me while his fingers massaged and tweaked my clit, lifting me off the bed to him, his mouth and hand increasing in tempo until I shuddered and relaxed. After experiencing the cunnilingus performed by Chris, I realized that I had never climaxed before. I brought him up to me and we kissed gently for several seconds, my hand now resting on his hard rod. I stroked his tool through his pants and as I reached for the zipper, he stopped. "Not just yet". Then he held me for several minutes. Lying there I felt wanted and needed and beautiful and now I wanted to make love to Chris. I began to kiss his ear and neck as my hand moved again to the rod in his pants. Then he rolled me onto my back as he moved to the foot of the bed. Chris took my foot and began to caress it, massaging and kneading it until, I stirred at his touch. Then he kissed and sucked my toes as his hands moved up the calf, rubbing and caressing. With one foot over his shoulder he began on the other foot, with his hands quickly moving up my leg to my thigh, stopping where the nylon ended and the skin began. Then he slid his head between my thighs and I squeezed his head, his hands now on my hips. Then Chris pulled my panties off, rolled me onto my stomach and mounted me from the rear. Slowly and gently he entered me, moving in and out, one hand caressing a breast, the other finding my pussy. Slowly he moved filling me, exciting me, and building with me. As my excitement grew, his tempo increased, again and again we would rise and he would drive me to the bed, until finally I was writhing and moaning in the throes of another orgasm. Exciting and thrilling and fulfilling, but not the dam bursting of the first. Then we lay quietly, his rod firm in me as I slowly came down to earth. Then he pulled from me and zipped up his pants. As he gently kissed me, I rubbed his groin, the cock still hard and firm, then I realized that I had not felt the wetness of his load exploding within me. I was hurt that I had not been able to make him cum. Chris held me and told me I was beautiful and sexy, but he wanted tonight to be for just me. This was about pleasing one person, making her know she was important. He kissed me gently, and said for me to rest. He guaranteed me that we would meet again. He said next time he wanted me to make love to him, but I needed time to be sure. This had to be about what I wanted and he was not going to rush me into anything. Then he kissed me and left. Molly Learns Ch. 2 Thursday at lunch I was filling Jamey in on most of the details when the girl came into the cafeteria. She asked if I went the night before and if I met Chris. I wanted to tell her too, but she was in a hurry, then she asked if I had plans for Friday night, maybe we could catch a drink after work and she could hear about the night. I had talked to Christine all of ten minutes, and yet she was familiar and comfortable and I was agreeing to go with her. When Friday came, Christine wanted to know if it was okay if we stopped past her place first. I followed her home and as she got out of her car I marveled at her beauty. She was probably 5'9" or 10", she wore high heels taking her to six feet or more and she was all leg, she was tall and thin and while very pretty with great legs, she had no breasts, there was hardly a bump. Christine fixed us a quick drink, and rather stiff. She sat across from me on the floor as I talked about my night with Chris. She was interested and asked questions about details that I had nearly forgotten. She sat cross-legged, her short shirt riding up and her pussy looking at me, she wore no panties. The retelling was exciting and I felt embarrassed, doubly so because her pussy was like a magnet, I kept looking at her and it excited me too. Christine noticed and said she often got her self excited. Then she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom and went to her dresser. Christine opened a drawer and took out several different dildos. She looked at me and said, "No man knows how to please a woman" Then she asked me to sit down, she had a confession to make and handed me dildo of soft rubber about 8" in length. Christine looked at me and said you have held that before. Then she slipped off her dress, standing there wearing only heels and then took her long blonde hair and removed the wig. Her hair was light brown and short, almost a man's cut ... soft skin, flat chest and a dildo I had touched before. "I'm sorry I deceived you Wednesday. I still want to make love to you and I want you to make love to me." I sat with my mouth open, just looking at her, Christine was Chris. Then she said, I'm going to take a shower, you can decide if you want to go or stay and off she went. Chris had excited me like no one before. Christine was friendly and exciting, I liked her. I was drawn to and excited by her naked beauty. Quickly I removed my clothes, went into the bathroom and slid into the shower beside Christine. She looked down at me and we hugged, my face buried in her chest. Christine stood 5'10" and I was barely 5'1", she bent down and we kissed slowly gently the water beating down on us. Then I began to wash her, my hands rubbing her back, from the neck to the shoulders and down into the small of the back, then slowly moving over the mounds of her ass, my hand moving in slowly increasing circle, my middle finger sliding into the crease, moving quickly over her, then slowly circling down and over and again finding the crease, this time pausing as the middle finger found a tunnel opening, my finger tracing the opening then, slowly entering. The finger moving slowly, Christine buckled at the knees and sagged against the shower wall. My left hand circled around her chest and began caressing the small breast, with the hard protruding nipple, while my middle finger right hand worked in and out, then slowly a second finger joined the first. Christine shuddered and moaned as I slowly worked on her, my hands exploring and caressing she turned her head toward me and we kissed our tongues darting at each other. Then Christine turned toward me and we embraced. Quickly we turned off the water and moved to her bed. Christine lay on her back and I buried my face in her pussy. The smell of her, the taste of her juices, my tongue worked feverishly. I couldn't penetrate as deep as I wanted I wanted all of her and could only reach the length of my tongue. Christine was moving with me, her thighs gently rubbing my cheeks, the feel of her legs on my back. She was moving spasmodically and begging to be fucked. I reached for a dildo and slowly inserted the tool into her pussy, working it up and down, being sure to rub the clit. Christine was coming off the bed and slamming down until finally she screamed and twitched and shook. I took her in my arms and held her, now fully understanding how it can be as exciting to give pleasure as it is to receive it. Molly Learns Ch. 3 By 9:30 we realized we hadn't eaten and were getting hungry. Christine wore a simple tee dress, with nothing under it. The skirt would have hit me just above the knee, but with her long body, hit came just below the ass. She wore a pair of high-heeled sandals. It was more difficult for me to find something of hers to wear and we settled on a halter-top that just barely covered. While I am not huge, I am much larger than my friend. She had a little skirt with elastic waste and flowing lines that came just above my knees. Our shoe size was just a little different, but she had a pair of platform slides that worked. Christine suggested beer and wings and she knew of two good places, one was a nice little yuppie bar with a band on weekends and the other was a biker den with pool table and juke box, where the men were men and so were the women. I suggested the biker bar. As soon as we walked in, it was obvious, we didn't belong. We took a table near the game room, ordered a pitcher and some wings. There was an open pool table and I suggested we play. Christine wasn't sure, but when I reminded her of her short skirt and the need to bend over the table, she thought the idea would be a good one. When Chris played a normal shot, her skirt rode up and you could catch the bare ass and a hint of pussy, but when she had a long shot and had to stretch the skirt came way up, the legs parted and stretched and her pussy was an inviting tunnel. When it was my turn, I had to rely on jiggling titties and bouncing boobs to garner any attention. It wasn't long until there was a group of men, standing around watching. We weren't very good and it took a lot of shots for us to finish a game and we were closing down on the first game when two guys laid some quarters on the table. I didn't understand what it was until they explained, that when a table is in use, anyone can lay down the price of the game, it means they get to play the winners. Only this time, we don't want to play winners, we want to play the pussies. Christine looked at me, I looked at her and smiled, sure, we would be glad to play with you next.. Then one of the guys stuck his cue stick between his legs and asked if we would like to play with him. I walked over, licked my lips, slipped both hands around his cue stick and slowly rubbed up and down it, put your money on the table and I'll rack your balls too. I blew him a kiss and turned around to the hoots and hollers. Christine had taken her turn and been showing her ass, I took my first and wiggled my tits, now it was time for my second turn. Danny stopped, me whispered in my ear and when I agreed, he untied the back of my halter and retied it very loose, this time when I bent over my shot, my tits, hung free, the material dangling loose below them. We drank beer, played pool and showed off our asses and our tits, we talked about sex, and made a lot of innuendoes. Chris had been standing with her stick between her legs, sliding it up and down. The one guy behind her was horny as hell, his cock had been hard for a long time. Then when Chris bent over for her shot, he screamed, "I can't stand it any longer" He dropped his jeans and rammed his cock up her pussy. He stroked Chris, she was urging him on, "harder, faster, ohoo, drive it in, yes, harder ..." We stood watching and cheering as Chris got pounded from behind. The guy behind stepped up close, his body touching mine, I wiggled my ass against his groin and he slid one hand around my waist and the other on my breast. His hands rubbed and tweaked my nipple as we watched Chris get fucked. The guy pounding her, let out a gasp, shook, gave a couple of fast thrust and pulled from her, his cock hanging at half mast. Chris screamed, "I'm almost there, don't stop" and then a another man stepped up and drove his cock into her and began pounding her. Chris motioned for one to come around front and she began to suck his cock. The guy holding me turned me around, lifted me onto the next table, raised my skirt and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue licking and sucking my pussy as his finger slowly moved in out. While the first one sucked my pussy, another lifted my top and began to suck and caress my tits. The one at my pussy had two fingers in me as he licked and stroked my clit, I was building fast, moaning and twisting under the onslaught until I was ready to come, I begged him to fuck me. The guy mounted me and drove his cock home, lifting me and slamming me home again. I screamed with excitement, as he let loose his load. As soon as he pulled out of me a second took his place, slow gentle movements and as he stroked in me, a third straddled my chest and lowered his tool for me to suck. I licked his shaft and took the tip of his rod, slowly he moved, with each stroke he moved a little deeper in my throat, I gagged, he stopped and then he began again. He was above me and controlling the movement, and I relaxed and let him drive his cock in and out, the man in my pussy began to move faster as he built to a climax and the man in my throat moved with him and within seconds they both burst forth, the man on top spewing his white juices over my face, in my mouth in my eyes and running down my chin. My arms were pinned to my side as he sat over me, his hand feverishly squeezing out the last drops on to my eyes. Then I felt the gentle kiss or licking of a tongue as Chris licked the cum from my eyes and cheeks. The two men rolled from me and I started to get up. A man lay on his back and pulled me to him, reluctantly I mounted him and finally I was on top in control. The man pulled me to him and we kissed, my knees at his waist, I was bending forward kissing him, his cock deep in my pussy. Then I felt a hand at my ass, and as I tried to sit up, hands held me down as another lined his cock with my ass and slowly slid his organ into me. I felt like I would explode, as he slid in and quickly my muscles relaxed and stretched and I could feel them in me, a slim membrane separating the two. After a couple of misfires, we were able to move together. The three of us up and down. It was slow and rhythmic. The two sliding together, filling and fulfilling. It was a pleasurable sensation, but not overly exciting. The two men were building quickly as were the ones watching. Several had their cocks in their hands rubbing them as they watched. As the two moved in me I took a cock in each hand and moved from one to the other, licking and sucking, scratching the balls and moving to the other. The one in my ass, shuddered, pulled his cock from me and worked it by hand, shooting a load on my back and in my hair, rubbing his cock over my back, smearing the cum over it. The one in then rolled me over, pulled his cock and shot his load on my chest and chin, rubbing his prick between my tits. Then one by one, the others began shooting their loads on my face and neck, in my mouth and over my eyes, cocks were seeping and dripping as they rubbed in my ears and in my hair and over my mouth. The cum began to dry and I could not open my eyes. Finally one man wet a napkin and wiped my eyes. My little skirt was around my waist the halter top on the floor among the beer and cum. Chris was struggling into her tee. We were well used and little sore, I sat on the edge of the table, and my legs wide apart and my cunt open to view. I was ready to get down, when one more man stepped over, he was seven foot tall, weighed 350 pounds and when he dropped his pants had a cock that was thick as my fist and as long as my arm. The man started toward me, I screamed no as two men pushed me onto the table holding my arms down as two more took my legs and lifted and pulled them apart as the behemoth approached. Chris was yelling no and started forward, I saw her catch a punch to the jaw and drop to the floor just before the man climbed on. His cock was huge and he forced it in one swift movement, the muscles strained, ready to tear as he pulled out and poured beer over my pussy as he drove it home again, his movements were fast and the pain was high. As I cried, the men screamed and hooted and began to pinch my tits. The man drove home and tears came, and the crowd turned sadistic. Quickly, he shot his load and pulled from me. Chris struggled to her feet, her lip split and bleeding as she handed me my top. We staggered toward the door and the bar keep called out, "You all come back next week, you're good for business"