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Moving Day

By: Leilacake



Sarah sat on the floor surrounded by boxes. She never realized how much stuff she had until it was all packed up. And there were a lot more boxes now than the last time she moved. Bill came in from the kitchen then, carrying the last of the smaller boxes. He settled them on the floor at his feet and stood there surveying the place. 

"This place looked a lot bigger when it was empty." He said, a slow smile pulling at the corners of his sexy mouth. 

Sarah nodded from her position on the floor. She caught his eye and reached her hand up in a "come hither" gesture. He took a step closer to her, and gave her his mock-confused look.

"What?" he said, maintaining his bewildered expression, "You want me to come over there?" 

Sarah nodded and pulled herself up to her knees. He was standing directly over her and she had a lovely view of his naked torso, glistening with sweat. His muscular arms and chest looked freshly flexed from all the lifting and carrying. She reached her arms up and traced a damp trail down his stomach to his belly button and below, to the tops of his shorts. 

"Sarah, you know we have a lot of work to do". He said, glancing around at all the crates and boxes that would surely not unpack themselves. Sarah nodded and affected a serious expression.

"Yes, Bill. We have lots of work to do." She said, deftly opening the button at the top of his shorts and pressing her lips to his humid skin. She kissed him lightly, with dry lips, "We certainly don't have time to be fooling around". She couldn't suppress a smile as she eased his zipper down and trailed serious kisses down his belly to his pubic hair. He let out a sigh of pleasure as Sarah nuzzled his naked penis. The soft flesh started to stiffen under her gentle ministrations. 

Bill reached down with his hands and pulled the bandana from Sarah's hair and ran his fingers through her thick tresses. She continued to kiss him up and down the length of his rapidly growing cock. She pulled his shorts down over his hips so they slid the rest of the way to the floor. She nudged his cock out of the way with the tip of her nose and focused her attention on his balls. Sarah pressed her warm lips to their cool flesh and inhaled the scent of him. She opened her mouth slowly until one ball fit neatly into her warm, wet opening. She held him in her mouth, gently applying pressure with her tongue while at the same time lightly stroking his now-fully-erect penis. 

Feeling playful, she let his ball slip out of her mouth with a popping sound. She smiled up at Bill, taking in the blissful look on his handsome face. She licked his balls like a lollipop and nuzzled him like a happy kitten. When she returned her attention to his cock, there was a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Her eyes narrowed as she closed in on the prize. She held his shaft in her hands and reached out with her tongue to taste his juice. She slid her tongue around the knob of his cock and ran it down the length of his shaft to where it met his body. 

She held his cock at the base and slipped the tip into her mouth. She eased him in slowly until her lips were pressed up against his body and the tip of his cock was in her throat. She squeezed his ass to pull him in as deeply as possible. He watched her work his cock in and out of her mouth. The sight of her lips wrapped around him was so hot he just stared at his love. 

Sarah loved to slide him deep into her mouth and tease him with her lips and tongue. She could feel his pleasure building as his cock got harder and longer and his face contorted as he neared orgasm. She slowed down, reducing the pressure of her lips and just barely caressing him with her tongue. She looked up into his eyes and he stared back at her with such intensity she felt the heat rise to her face and lower, between her legs. 

Bill knelt beside her on the floor and held her close to his body. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and she loved that she could do this to him. "You drive me crazy" he breathed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He kissed her tenderly behind the ear and along her neck, over her jawbone and finally, her lips. Sarah loved his lips: soft and full and pink....they could bring her to the heights of passion, or pressed lightly on her forehead would fill her with feelings of well-being and safety. At this moment they were exploring her own lips. His tongue probed past her lips and entered her mouth. She met his with her own tongue and together they roamed the familiar terrain. 

Sarah closed her eyes and lost herself to his kisses. Bill was in control now and Sarah let him lead her body down to the carpeted floor where he held her close to him. All thoughts of moving, and packing and unpacking slipped away from her. 

He held her up for a minute while he slipped her T-shirt up and over her head. Then he eased her down and rested his body on top of hers. He kissed her for a long time until he felt her squirming to be touched. He knew her body so well and loved to draw out her pleasure. 

He eased his weight off of her body and kissed her neck and further down to her breasts.

He pulled a taut nipple into his mouth and suckled gently. Sarah sighed and held his head in her hands, urging him to suck harder. He obliged and ran his teeth over the tip of her nipple, biting the hard, brown nub of flesh between his teeth. She let out a long low moan of pleasure at the sensations shooting down to her pussy. Her nipples were so sensitive and with just a little encouragement Bill could make her soaking wet just by biting and sucking them. He rolled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger and watched Sarah's smile widen. 

She arched her back, trying to direct his attention to her drenched pussy. She could feel her blood pulsing in her sex. Bill smiled at her antics. He was taking his time because he loved to make her want it. He lay his hand flat on her stomach and rubbed her gently. She tried to inch her body up, forcing his hand down, but he would have none of that. The more she wiggled, the lighter he touched. Slowly, his hand brushed the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He cupped her pussy in his strong hand and she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand. Her lips were so wet and slippery that when he pressed his index finger into her crease, there was almost no resistance. Softly he slid his finger from the opening of her pussy straight up to her clit, sliding gently over the sensitive flesh. Sarah's body jumped every time he touched her clit. She smiled up at him and whispered dreamily, "Baby, that feels so good....you made me so wet". He knew she was really hot when she started talking...he slipped his fingers deeply inside her and pulled them out again, soaking wet. She groaned and looked beseechingly into his blue eyes. 

"Honey, I want to have you inside me" He looked at her with a smile

"You do?" He said, playing dumb, now running his thumb over her clit while sinking two fingers deep into her pussy. 

She sighed again and whimpered as she buried her face in his neck, "please baby, I need to feel your cock inside me...I want it now".

It was too much for him to go on. He lifted himself over her body and guided his cock to her pussy. She moaned softly as he slid his whole length deep inside her. He didn't move for a long time. They just lay together completely connected. He looked lovingly into her dark eyes, watching her pupils grow large and liquid. Slowly he began to rock in and out, just a little bit at first and then longer strokes. He pulled out nearly all the way and then slowly all the way back in where Sarah held him tightly to her. 

"Honey, I'm going to cum soon" Sarah whispered in her lover's ear.

He groaned and started to move faster, sliding his cock in and out of her with hard strokes. "Bill, I'm cumming". Her breath came very fast and loud as she pulled him deeply inside her. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. She whimpered as the last shivers ran through her. Bill plunged deeply inside her one last time and Sarah heard his breath catch for a second, followed by a loud exhale. She felt the pulse of him ejaculating inside her. After a second she felt the muscles in his back start to relax and he settled his weight on top of her. They were both breathing hard and she could again feel his heart pounding against hers. She listened to that sound as it slowed and became regular.

It was the last thing they were both aware of before falling into a blissful sleep on the floor of their new apartment, their bodies entwined on the carpet, surrounded by boxes and crates containing bits and pieces of the home they would make together.

Moving Day



Most of the stories written about Regina, were written by my husband who I'll call Steve. The stories, for the most part are fiction, except for "There's only one way to find out" and "That thing was inside you?", chapter one only. The rest was made up. The story I'm about to tell, however, is completely true and  happened just last weekend. Steve will find out about it when he reads it on Lit, just like anyone else! 

Steve and I recently sold our house and bought a new one. Yeah, I know, pretty much a miracle in this market. We had hired movers to do the heavy lifting and all that was left was a lot of odds and ends. Unfortunately Steve would be out of town on business and would not be able to help me so I got my younger brother to help. Saturday morning arrived and Jeff, my brother showed up, albeit an hour late, with his friend Chris. Jeff was hungover and fairly useless although he did bring Chris and a van so I couldn't complain too much. Chris actually did most of the work and was quite pleasant to be around. I found out he was training for his first triathlon which is something I have often thought of trying some day. It gave us something to talk about while we worked.

Around noon Jeff said he had to go to return the van he borrowed and then couldn't wait to go back to bed. Chris had brought his bike and was planning on going for a ride as soon as we were finished with him. Jeff left and Chris helped me take the last few boxes into the house. I offered Chris something cold to drink as it was almost 90 degrees out and we were both sweating bullets from all the work. I got him some water and noticed he was eyeing the swimming pool in back. 

"Did you want to take a swim Chris?" I asked.

"I'd love to," he answered, "is their a suit I can borrow?"

"Somewhere in one of these boxes I'm sure there is, but God knows how long it would take to find it. Just go in your underwear, it's no big deal."

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" he asked with eyebrows raised .

"No, don't be silly. Come on, you go out this way," and I led him out back. 

"Wow, this is really nice," he said as we entered the pool area.

"Yeah the only problem is we only filled the pool a few days ago so it's still pretty cold. Could be a shrinkage problem," I laughed referencing the old Seinfeld episode. 

"Oh, I'm not concerned about that," he said rather confidently as pulled his tee shirt over his head and then kicked his shoes off and the started unbuttoning his jeans.

His body was amazing. Total lean muscle! I actually started blushing and turned away to find something to do so as not to stare.

"Regina," he called as I walked into the house. 

I turned around to see what he wanted and there he was looking like a Calvin Klein add in his tighty whities. It was then that I first noticed his package. OMG! It looked huge!

"Do you think you could find me a towel?"

"I'll look," I said while thinking eyes up, eyes up, eyes up.

I found him a towel, and then found him, soaking wet, bouncing on the diving board. Now this was just ridiculous. His underwear was totally see through, his cock obscenely bouncing around. I had to stifle a laugh. Here I was, in my own backyard, with total privacy, with a might as well be naked guy at least ten years younger than me with a body to die for, bouncing up and down on my diving board...  

"How do I get myself in these situations?" I laughed to myself.

"What's so funny," he asked before diving in again.

He came to the surface, floating on his back his cock again on prominent display.

"You're not very modest are you," I said still chuckling nervously.

"Aren't you concerned about shrinkage anymore," he said smiling, almost laughing himself.

As he climbed out of the pool right in front of me, I said, "OK hot shot it appears shrinkage may not be a problem for you."

With that he pulled his underwear down, and started literally swinging his cock around before putting it away and doing a back flip, back into the pool. We both burst out in laughter! 

"That was so rude, oh my God I can't believe I just did that."

We were just giggling away when I said, "I can't imagine what it would look like without shrinkage."

"Let me see it again," I said feeling bolder.

"I don't think that is a good idea." 

"Why not?"

"Well, you're a married women for one. What would your husband think if he knew you had a younger man in your swimming pool showing his wife his extraordinary penis," he said again floating on his back now openly teasing me with his package that now was showing signs of an erection.

"Oh, extraordinary is it now," I quipped, thinking to myself, " What would my husband think? If he only knew. My husband would be turned on beyond belief, not that I'd ever let Chris know that.

Hopping back out of the pool and walking right up to me to where it was almost touching me, he said, "You don't think it's extraordinary?"

Now I was really breathing heavy. I was actually shaking.

I stuttered, "Ahh, I , um, I don't know I only saw it for a second or two. I'd be better able to judge if I saw it again." I really did want to see it again. In fact I really wanted to do a lot more than just see it.

"I tell you what. If you take off your jeans and top, I'll show it to you again."

"Now Chris," I replied, "How do you think my husband would feel about his wife being almost naked in his swimming pool with a much younger man who it just so happens, may possibly have an extraordinary penis."

"Well, at least we have now established that the penis in question is in fact extraordinary, " he said as he boldly began unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down over my hips. Oh man was I hot. My pussy was on fire. This kid was really turning me on.

"I said possibly," as I allowed him to pull my jeans off as I touched his chiseled abs for the first time. He then put my arms up over my head and pulled my wet tank top over my head and off. With my hand still on his stomach even though I no longer needed it for balance, I couldn't help noticing he was now rock hard. His cock, barely contained in his briefs, extended all the way over to his hip. I slid my hand down and touched it! Oh my God I wanted him to fuck me sooo bad. The funny thing is that in the back of my mind, I was thinking about how hot a story this was going to make, and how I was going to write it and post it on Literotica, and then let my husband discover it for himself. He will love it!!!

"Well I guess you can decide now," Chris said breathing heavily as I stroked his impressive manhood through his underwear.

I peeled his underwear down and let his giant cock spring out. I wrapped my hand around it's awesome girth, and very lightly stroked it up and down. I then grabbed him by the cock and led him into the house. As I did, I looked back and said, "Extraordinary is almost an understatement!"

Inside the house, in the living room, he stopped me and told me to turn around. I did.

"Take your bra off," he said commandingly. I did.

"Take your panties off," he said next. I did.

"Lie down on the rug." I did.

"Spread your legs." I did.

"What do you want?"

"I want you," I said alternating looking into his eyes and looking at his gorgeous cock.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want you to fuck me."

"With what?"

Omg he was gonna make me beg him for his cock. The nerve! (I love nerve) 

"Please fuck me with your absolutely extraordinary cock," as he kneeled between my legs.

"What, this old thing?"

He held it in his hand and started rubbing it all over my cunt. I noticed even his fingers didn't wrap all the way around it.

"Oh God! Yes, please give it to me. Fuck my pussy with your massive cock. Please I need it." 

I'm such a slut at times. Thank God I have such an understanding husband who actually enjoys my sluttiness.

And with that Chris started pushing his big dick into my pussy. Oh, how I love that stretch! I erupted into orgasm before half of his dick was in me. It was heaven. He was very slow and very gentle and just made me cum over and over and over again. It was so fucking good! I don't know how many times I came but I do know this. After an hour and a half of fucking in many different positions, Chris shot the biggest load of hot cum all over my face and in my mouth. As his erection started to fade, I truly enjoyed sucking his beautiful cum covered cock.

And with that, I sent him on his way. As he left, he asked if he could stop by for a swim from time to time. I said, "Now how do you think my husband would feel about that?"

If he only knew!



Moving Day



Susie Patterson watched the movers as they efficiently transferred furniture and boxes from the big moving van to the house that had just had its "For Sale" sign removed and wondered what the new people would be like. She hoped they would be as friendly as the male members of the previous family had been. She fondly remembered the two sons, who had been students at the local state university, joining her on her bed and eating her pussy and fucking her silly. Almost as good had been their father, when Susie's husband was out of town on business, coming to her bed for his share of the carnal delights she was dispensing. She had once suggested all three of them at the same time, but neither the father nor his sons had been willing to do that. 

She couldn't honestly call them fuddy-duddies because of their refusal. Her husband, on the other hand, is a world class fuddy-duddy, who refuses to eat her pussy or let her suck him off or have any kind of sex except on an occasional Friday night, when he gets on top of her and thrusts his cock in and out until he ejaculates. This is always followed by his immediately falling asleep and snoring loudly, leaving Susie to play with her own clit until she reaches a highly unsatisfactory climax. Her sex life with her husband is better than nothing, but just barely. 

An unknown sedan pulled up behind the moving van, and Susie watched with some interest while a tall, handsome young dark-haired man stepped out of the driver's door, strode up to the house next door and let himself in. He looked too young to be the man of the house or a supervisor of the moving crew, but he would have to be at least 18 years old to be driving a car by himself. She is always concerned about the ages of men who are neighbors, because Susie has learned to get her sexual needs taken care of by somebody other than her husband. Usually, it's by finding men in her own neighborhood to do it and, in order to avoid any legal trouble, she is always careful to make sure those men are past the age of consent. Her husband is too clueless to suspect any kind of hanky-panky, and arousing the ire of the wives or mothers of those men is just something she has learned to live with. 

Being confident there was at least one legal prospect moving into the house, and he was inside right then, probably by himself, Susie put her seduction plan into action. She keeps a good supply of packaged cake mixes on hand, and she went to the kitchen and selected one from the pantry. Since the object of her pursuit was young and most likely lacking sophisticated tastes, she chose devil's food, which she would top with chocolate fudge icing. Having made her selection, she turned on the oven to warm up and got to work mixing the batter. 

While it was baking, Susie took off her bra and the panties she wore under her tight jeans and put on a clingy jersey with a plunging neckline. When the cake was done, she removed it from the oven and checked again on the sedan in front of the house. It was still there, so she turned on the range burner under the double boiler and began heating the butter and bakers' chocolate for the frosting and got out the confectioners' sugar and a fresh can of evaporated milk. There was no wasted time; this is something she has done several times before, and she was afraid the man would leave if she took too long. 

Carrying a tray containing the cake, still warm from the oven, and a fresh pot of coffee, Susie verified again the car that had contained her intended conquest was still parked in front. It was, so she set out for the back door of the house. She believed it would be more neighborly to call there, rather than at the front door, and the kitchen was where the cake would probably be cut. Since no dishes or kitchen furniture were likely to be available, she expected to have to return to her home with the young man she had seen earlier, where they would share the product of her kitchen. Susie fervently hoped this would be followed by sharing her mouth and pussy with the same young man's cock. 

Allen Taylor heard the doorbell and, wondering who it could be, he went to the front door. He was not at all familiar with the house his parents were buying and where he would live with them, so he was surprised when nobody was on the porch. When he heard the doorbell ring again, he realized it had to be the back door, and he hurried to the kitchen, where he looked through a window and saw an attractive, bosomy woman with long, dark brown hair. She looked to be in her early forties and was carrying what appeared to be a cake and a pot of coffee. He had never seen her before, but deduced she was welcoming him and his parents, who would be arriving the next day. 

"Hello, Neighbor," Susie greeted the young man when he finally opened the door. "I thought you might need some energy food. Moving is such a drag." 

"Well, thanks, Mrs... er, Mrs..." 

"Patterson. Susan Patterson, but just call me Sue or Susie, since we're going to be neighbors. Everybody else does." 

"Okay, Susie, and you're right. Moving is a drag. The worst part is over now, at least for me, and I'm just here keeping an eye on the movers. My parents won't be here until tomorrow. My name is Allen Taylor, by the way." 

That was great news for Susie, but she didn't let her face show it. "Well, Allen, in that case, let's cut the cake and you and me share some and leave the rest for your parents." She looked around the kitchen again. "I see you don't have a table or any chairs in here yet. Maybe we can go over to my kitchen instead." 

Allen thought that was a good idea, so he followed his friendly new neighbor out the door, down the porch stairs and through the gap in the hedge between the two properties. He i a normal young man, and strongly attracted to full figured women, such as Susie, rather than the skin and bones that some men seemed to find sexy. He watched her luscious ass as it swayed in her tight blue jeans and realized she hadn't been wearing a bra. He saw no panty line and wondered whether she was wearing anything under her pants and whether he would find out after enjoying some cake and coffee with her. Allen hoped so, but he also thought it was far too much to expect, especially with an attractive, older married woman he had known for no more than a few minutes. 

With the cake sitting on her kitchen table, Susie leaned over in front of her young neighbor to cut it, watching to see how he reacted to the cleavage she put on display. She was elated at how eagerly he gazed down the neckline of her sweater and, when the plates held warm slices of devil's food cake and the cups were full of fresh coffee, she sat on the same side of the table as he did. Her big breasts would no longer be so easily visible, but they had done their part, and it was up to her hands to continue with the seduction. 

As they sat at the table and chatted over their cake and coffee, Susie leaned toward her intended sex partner with her hand on his thigh and noted how he seemed to be leaning away from her. She also observed he was becoming a bit tongue-tied, as if he might be shy. If that was the case, he would never make any kind of a pass at her, and she decided it was time to stop being subtle and take things in hand. 

She meant that literally. "Do you like your cake?" she asked, as she moved her hand closer to his crotch. 

"Y..y..yes, it's very good, er, Susie." 

"Here's something else I bet is very good." 

As she spoke, Susan slid her hand forward until her fingers encountered his cock, and was elated to discover it was semi-erect, and became harder as she lightly squeezed. He said nothing but, more importantly, he didn't push her away, so she turned to face him and reached out with her other hand to start to unzip his pants. Allen slid forward in his chair and spread his legs to help her do what she wanted, and she reached through the fly of his jeans and of his underwear to start fondling him. 

Eager to get his cock into her mouth and feel it become fully erect, she opened his belt and the waist button on his jeans, opened his pants all the way and pulled out what she wanted. Seconds later, Susie was bending over his lap with his cock in her mouth and sliding her lips up and down. It quickly became as hard as any she had ever felt, and she raised her head to invite him to her bed. 

"This is nice, but it's kind of public with all these windows. How about coming upstairs to the bedroom?" 

"Y-yeah. Sure. Sure Susie." 

Still holding to Allen's cock, as if it were a leash, Susan eagerly led him from the kitchen to the bed she had shared with her husband the night before. That old fart had been too tired or too disinterested to make love with her, but she intended to make up for it with the new neighbor. The bed was unmade but that didn't bother Susie. She pulled the blankets and top sheet out of the way, leaving just the bottom sheet and the pillows. 

"Sit down on the bed," she told the nervous but excited young man. 

He did, and Susie quickly got to her knees between his legs so she could finish removing his shoes and socks and pants and underwear. When he was naked below the waist, she looked lustfully at the erection that she would have in her mouth and her pussy and anywhere else she could persuade Allen to put it. His cock was big and hard and, when she gently stroked it with her hand, it quivered under her touch. He was obviously horny and would cum quickly, which could be a problem for her, but nothing she couldn't overcome. 

But she would concern herself with that later. Wanting to provide a visual treat for the young man in addition to the sexual ones they would be sharing, Susie took hold of the hem of her jersey and pulled it off over head, leaving herself bare above the waist. Smiling lewdly, she leaned back on her heels and spread her arms to show off her succulent breasts before leaning back toward him and placing her elbows on his bare thighs. With one hand, she gently held his cock upright, while she leaned forward to start licking the head. As she liked to do, Susie first applied her tongue in concentric circles, relishing the hard, velvety texture, until her mouth had enveloped the neighbor's cock as far as the ridge. 

Allen could hardly believe he had lucked into something so great. His first day in the new neighborhood -- actually, he hadn't even moved in yet, and he was getting a blow job from a sexy married woman. He looked at her face and she looked back up at him and smiled. He couldn't see her mouth move, except as it was engulfing his cock, but he could see the sides of her eyes crinkling, and knew she was enjoying herself too. 

He was absolutely right about that. Susie loves all kinds of sex, and one of her favorite things to do is to suck a big hard cock, like the one she was starting to take into her mouth. It was big, but not so big that she wouldn't be able to move it around and fully revel in giving head. Her new neighbor's cock was nice and hard, as hard an erection as only a young man can have. While she slowly lowered her face to engulf it, the thickness spread her mouth open just right, not far enough to be painful for her jaw and not so little as to be hardly even noticeable. Allen was sitting quietly too, and letting her do what she wanted, which was something else she always appreciated. 

When she felt the tip brush against the back of her mouth, Susie stopped and let it remain where it was, while her tongue laved the entire length, loving the smooth skin stretched so tightly over the hard roundness. Still moving slowly, she drew her face back until just the head was nestled between her lips while her tongue stroked the head again. After a couple of seconds, she took his cock out of her mouth and held it gently in her fingertips while she smiled around it at the man on her bed. 

"Do you like that, Allen?" she asked him. 

"Yes, very much. You're really good." 

"I'm glad you like it, because I do too. Very much." 

That was all the talking she would do for a while, because Susie had better things to do with her mouth than engage in idle chitchat. This was the best cock she had sucked for a long time, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it. With the first few strokes, she took the head only to the back of her mouth but, after that, she began giving deep throat, opening up to take the entire length into her warm, wet cavern of pleasure. With every stroke she made, her lips and nose were pressed against Allen's pubic hair, and she relished the rather acrid smell and the way they tickled her. 

Allen could still hardly believe his luck. He was getting a great blow job from a sexy older woman, and almost everything about it was perfect, from the way her big, green eyes gazed at him to her soft murmurs of delight as her face moved up and down. Best of all, of course, was what her tongue and lips were doing to his cock. As he writhed in pleasure on the side of the bed, the only thing less than perfect was the fact he was so horny he was going to climax sooner than he wanted to, and have less fun than he would have preferred. 

Susie knew he was close to cumming too, and was not surprised. She felt his cock throbbing inside her mouth and shortened the strokes of her lips. No more deep throat this time, because she wanted to be sure he didn't cum and squirt his semen down her throat before she had a chance to fully relish the flavor and texture. She also sucked faster, because she knew his climax was imminent. 

"Ahhhhh, oh god, I'm cumming," he moaned, seconds before squirting a big wad of semen into the mouth that had brought about that happy occurrence. 

Susie felt the cock in her mouth jerking, and stopped sucking so she could catch Allen's cum on her tongue. The first shot landed where she wanted it, and pleased her taste buds, but she kept sucking, wanting more. He ejaculated twice more before he was through, and Susie sucked another minute before she knew he was through cumming. Carefully, holding it upright so nothing would drip out and be wasted, she pulled the cock from between her lips and held it in her fingers. She swirled the mouthful of cum inside her mouth to relish the taste and the viscosity before letting it slide down her throat. 

She wasn't done, and Susie licked all the cum off the cock, being careful to get everything from under the ridge. When her tongue had cleaned off the outside, she placed her thumb on the shaft directly in front of Allen's scrotum with the fingers on the opposite side. Slowly, she drew her hand toward her mouth, catching the rest of his semen on her tongue as it oozed out, until her hand reached her lips. She treated this mouthful of cum as she had the first before letting it slip down her throat and licking his cock head, paying particular attention to the slit, to get anything that might still be left. After she was through swallowing everything, Susie leaned back on her heels and smiled up at the young man again. 

"That was great, Allen. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I sure did, Susie. You're the best." 

"I'm glad you think so, but I hope you're going to do the same thing for me." 

Eating the sexy woman's pussy was something Allen had been hoping he got to do. "I'd love to. Really love to. Just get up here on the bed." 

Susie responded by standing up and removing her tight jeans, pushing them down her legs and sitting down to remove her sneakers when she pulled the pants off around her feet. As Allen had surmised, she had been wearing no panties under her jeans. Completely naked, she lay on the middle of the bed and pulled a pillow under her head. While Susan had been disrobing, he removed his shirt and, equally naked, joined her on the bed, near the foot and facing her. Smiling lewdly, she raised her legs and rested them on Allen's shoulders when he ducked down and leaned forward. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he moved in closer and gazed on her pussy, which was already lubricating heavily. 

Not wanting to arouse her husband's suspicions, Susie does not shave, but she does keep the hair on her pussy trimmed very closely. Her lips were swollen and crowding out through her slit, and more juices were trickling from the same place. Their aroma was incredible and, when Allen tried a small sample with the tip of his tongue, they tasted even better than they smelled. He quickly licked up everything he saw and started caressing one of Susie's outer lips with his tongue. The lady was already writhing in bliss under his face, and he reveled in the fact he was receiving so much pleasure while providing such a good measure for her. 

It was more than just a good measure; it was a great one. It had been a long time since Susie's pussy had been eaten, and Allen knew what he was doing and how to make a lady feel good. She was already aroused from sucking him off, and could feel her climax mounting, like a volcano building up under the surface before erupting. She looked down her body and saw the dark brown hair on the top of his head and watched it moving as his mouth worked its way up one of her lips. Although he would not be able to see her expression, she smiled to encourage him to continue what he was doing so well. 

Whether he saw her or not, his tongue continued meandering up her pussy, and she gave herself completely over to the exquisite pleasure of the moment. Her body began rocking from side to side on the bed, and her hips started swiveling, thrusting her legs out and back past the sides of Allen's head. As her body became even more inundated with joy, Susie's head started tossing from side to side on her pillow, and she was moaning joyfully. Allen licked all the way up to her soft Mount of Venus, kissed her there, raised his head to see the effect his ministrations were having, and smiled at the pleasure he was giving. 

After his tongue had sluiced up all the fresh nectar, he started licking the other outer lip, treating this one the same way, until he kissed her mons again. The lady's movements were more erratic, with her body thrashing all over the bed and her pussy fucking up against the mouth that was continuing to give her such incredible pleasure. Allen raised his head to gaze at her clit and noted how the succulent morsel had pushed its way entirely out from behind the protection of its hood, and resembled a lovely pink pearl. It was almost time to bring Susie to her orgasm, so he brought his mouth back to below her dripping pink hole, licked up all the fresh nectar, and began to burrow his tongue into her slit. 

When she felt that pleasuring organ plowing into that very sensitive place, Susie's movements became even wilder, and her moans of bliss began ending in whimpers. "Uh! Uh!" she muttered, in time to the thrusts of her pussy into Allen's face. 

His mouth continued slowly upward, actually poking the tip of his tongue into the lovely hole that was the source of Susie's delicious juices. When he reached her swollen clit, Allen stopped and looked her over again. Reveling in the lady's erratic movements, Allen engulfed the pearl in his mouth and started to suck. While his lips formed a seal on the base of her clit, his tongue caressed the swollen sides and top of the delectable morsel. 

"Yes! Yes!" she cried out joyously. "Suck my clit! Suck my clit!" Seconds later, she uttered a howl of delight as she started cumming. 

Allen expected the neighbor lady to reach a monumental climax, and he wasn't disappointed. Susie's legs clamped onto the sides of his head and her hands grabbed his hair and pressed him against her pussy, which seemed to be trying to wrap itself around his face. Her body pitched from side to side, and he had some concern about both of them being thrown off the bed, but he clung tightly to her legs and kept licking and sucking her clit. She continued cumming for many minutes, some of the most wonderful of his life, until she let out another cry of ecstasy, her back arched, and she jammed her pussy against his face for an ultimate time. 




Moving Day







Moving Day



My first reaction was to hit the guy holding her in the face with the broom handle. I hit him right on the nose. He fell backward with blood all over his face.

The second guy had stopped trying to remove her jeans and was trying to stand when I hit him across the side of his head. He started down but struggled to get up again. So I hit him again and again until he stopped moving. Actually, someone pulled me off him or I would have probably killed him.

The bouncers held me until the police arrived. After the police sorted everything out, the two guys were taken to the hospital and once there they were charged with attempted rape. I was interviewed by the detective about my actions. After I told him my story, he chastised me about "getting involved" the "possibility of being hurt," and "letting the police do their jobs." 

After he got done reading me the riot act, he put an arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Good job, Son." I later heard these two were responsible for a couple of other assaults in the area.

After the detective was done with me a patrolman asked me where my car was. It seemed that Mary had gotten a ride to the club with a friend and she had left without Mary. She had accepted a ride back to her apartment from one of those clowns. When they reached the back of the parking lot, Mary realized they were going to ride her instead. She clawed one guys face struggling to get away when his buddy grabbed her from behind. If I hadn't come along they would probably beaten her badly if not fatally because of her resistance to their plans.

A police woman brought a blanket wrapped Mary to me. Mary had a pair of badly torn jeans on and part of her bra to maintain her modesty. She grabbed on to me and started crying her heart out. She wouldn't let go so I had to pick her up and carry her to my vehicle. Yeah you're right, "I'm a softie."

The female cop followed along with Mary's purse. The cop helped me open the passenger door and between the two of us we managed to get Mary in my truck with most of her modesty preserved. I didn't have a clue where Mary lived so I took her to my apartment. I figured that I'd settle her down in my bed and I would sleep on the couch. In the morning we'd address getting her something to wear and home.

We never did address getting her back to her home or even me sleeping on the couch for the next week or two. For the first three nights the only way I could get her to sleep was by holding her in my arms in bed. She had nightmares any time I tried to leave her alone. So I stayed with her. 

Ok, it wasn't exactly an unpleasant duty holding a half naked woman in your arms all night. But somehow I was able to be the almost complete gentleman (I did peek). 

Six months later the lease on her apartment expired. She didn't renew it. Hell she hadn't slept there since before the attempted rape.

*******

There was a knock on my back door at the farm house. My first thought was, "My coffee's here." Then I remembered that I didn't order any. So there went my sudden good mood.

I suspected that my cab back to my hotel room in the city had arrived. I wasn't spending the night in the old house. All the bedroom furniture, the bedding, the bathroom supplies and such had been packed and shipped to my new place or donated to Goodwill. 

I went to the door to tell the driver I'd be right out. When I opened the door I got the surprise of my life. There stood Mary, the mother of my twin children and my ex-wife. This was a woman I hadn't seen in over twenty years. 

The years had not been kind to her. She was dressed like a bag lady. She had lost enough weight that I'll bet she wouldn't tip the scales at over 80 lbs with all her clothes soaking wet.

Like I said before, "The years had not been kind to her." Her face and neck were a mass of small scars and other old injuries. Her nose looked as if she had been a losing prize fighter, both broken and flattened across her face/

But the most striking feature was the scar that stared near her right temple and drifted across her face until it reached her mouth. The horrifying part was that the scar crossed under the eye patch she was wearing. With one look at the eye patch I realized that the patch had nothing underneath it. 

Her eye was gone.

My mind jumped back in time to that phone call so many years ago.

*******

I was sitting in my little cubical when my supervisor stuck his head in and handed me a telephone message. I must have had a funny look in my face because he said, "It's one of your neighbors. Your kids got off the school bus and your wife isn't home so they are at her house," he said.

I made the phone call to my neighbor. She explained the twins were at her house and I should get home to them right away. They were only 6 years old. Something wasn't right. I left and drove home.

When I got to my neighbor's house, Sue Sharp, my neighbor, met me at the car, "Paul, I'm sorry to tell you this but Mary moved out today. Some guys with a small van pulled up at your house around 10:00 and two guys plus Mary carried all her clothes and stuff out to the truck. When they were done, they just drove away laughing and grabbing at each other. They were going at it so hard that I'm surprised they didn't have sex right on your front lawn."

"They left the doors to the house wide open. So after they drove around the corner I went over to your house to lock up."

"It was a mess. All your clothes were thrown around and dresser drawers were pulled out and dumped out on the floor. Jill Daily and I spent the rest of the day cleaning up your house so that the kids wouldn't be panicked by mess."

"Thank you," was all I could reply.

The next few days were hectic. There were lawyer meetings, bank account closings, credit card freezings, and all the things I needed to do to protect myself. The worst part was explaining where Mommy was. I had no idea of her whereabouts so I lied to the twins. I hated lying to them, but I was trying to protect them from the hurt I was feeling. My daughter just cried worrying that her mother was hurt, her brother just sat there stoically with his arms around his twin. I guess that's how twins coped. 

It took almost a year, but finally I was divorced. My lawyer could never find Mary to serve her, so we used desertion as a reason for the divorce. There would never be any child support, alimony, asset splitting or visitation rights. As far as the judge was concerned she was dead to us. 

I know it takes 7 years to declare a person legally dead. But she was dead as far as our marriage and the children were concerned. That was all that was really important to me.

To pass the lonely hours after I had Jackie and Paul Jr. all snug in their beds, I started playing around with my music again. I started composing and writing lyrics in various styles. I'd sit there in front of my organ and imagine various artists performing and tailor my song to their style. 

Over the next six years I got very good. I would play for some of my neighbors and they would claim the song was a Beatles, or Blood, Sweat, and Tears, or some other group but they just couldn't remember the name of that particle song. Internally I would smile knowing that I had created this musical piece of work. And yes, I got very good.

One day I ran into one of my old classmates from the Eastman School. Sam had a few hit albums and a minor amount of celebratory. At the point in time when we became reacquainted, he was in a musical slump. We talked about old times, but the conversation kept coming around to his slump. He just couldn't create anything saleable.

I began to feel sorry for him. We started discussing his "style" and finally went to my house on the pretense of seeing my children. He played his guitar for my kids and I played my organ. We both sang. When I felt that I had his style down fairly well, I played him one of my songs. We then played it a couple of more times until he was comfortable with it.

The next day was a Saturday and I found him in his car in my driveway at 7:00 am. He was as excited as kids at Christmas about the song. He had stayed up half the night and re-wrote some lyrics for it. As I made coffee for me and breakfast for everyone else, he sang "his" song for us.

My kids were impressed. They knew they were watching what was going to be a hit song being created. Sam and I stayed by my organ the rest of the day. If it wasn't for the kids getting hungry, I don't think we would have ever stopped jamming. 

By the time Sunday evening rolled around Sam had 10 songs to take back with him. He was on his cell phone with his band setting up practice sessions for the next two weeks as he walked from my house.

It was about a month later that Jackie came running into the house yelling for me to turn on the radio. It seems that she recognized one of the songs Sam and I played that weekend a month ago. The song was climbing the charts. Sam's career was climbing with it. 

It was kind of nice hearing my music on the radio even if no one but my kids, Sam, and I knew who wrote them. I must admit that I did get an ego burst out of hearing them.

One night several days later Jackie answered the phone (well it was usually for her anyway) and yelled down from her bedroom to me that the call was for me. 

I picked up the extension, "Hello?"

"Hi Paul, it's Sam, Your song is going all the way to the top! I just got a call from our label and they want to do an album based around that new sound. What do you think about that? 

"Sam, it's the best news I've had. I'm glad to see that you are on your way back to the top with your new music."

"No you idiot, it's your music! And that's what I'm calling about. I set you up with an agent and he'll be calling you tomorrow. I want to be sure that you receive all the royalties you are due."

"But Sam, those songs were my gift to you, my friend. I don't want to profit off your success."

"Bullshit buddy. This is my gift to you," said Sam.

To make a long story short, it took about three months before the checks started arriving. At first it was like having a 2nd job that paid very well, but they started becoming smaller after about ten months. 

Well it was fun while it lasted. Sam and his guys got their mojo back and started creating new music themselves. My help was no longer required.

Early one evening almost two years later my phone rang. This time the phone answering service was at the mall with a couple of her girl friends so I was forced to answer it myself. I suspected it would be a "boy" calling and answered the phone with a message pad in hand.

Imagine my surprise when it was Sam calling for me. "Hi buddy, how's the new house? Have you gotten settled into that new to you "old" farm house? "

"Yes, a little."

"Are you set up for writing new stuff?"

"Almost."

"Good because I have a friend that could use your help."

"What kind of help, "I asked.

"She wants to make a comeback, but needs some music in her old style. She's been trying for the past year but keeps coming up dry. She needs your help buddy."

"Sam, I don't know if I even can work in her style, who ever she is"

Sam told me her name and it was the name of a multi gold and platinum award winner. I was awed.

"Sam, I'd love to help, but remember that you and I sat in my living room and hashed out the songs? She's famous! I don't know how we'll get together to do the work."

"Paul, I discussed all this with her. If you'll help, she'll move in your house for a couple of weeks and the two of you can create beautiful music," and then he laughed a dirty laugh.

"Asshole, my kids will be home. There's "no beautiful music" for me. Only good old fashioned song writing."

Well I did have an extra bedroom. 

Sam promised to work out the logistics with her and let me know what was decided.

It wasn't even a week when my daughter handed me a telephone message, "Sam called, and he said to be at the airport at 7:00 am Saturday to meet our house guest. What's up Dad?"

I explained that I had another friend coming to stay and we'd work on some music.

Saturday morning the three of us, me, Jackie, and Paul Jr. were standing outside of the security area at the airport waiting for Sam's buddy.

The kids were both looking over the arriving passengers trying to spot someone who looked like a friend of Sam's when a rather plain looking housewife type walked up to me and said, "Are you Paul KohlerKohler?"

I recognized the voice immediately. You can hide the physical features in baggy clothes, the face behind dark glasses, but you can't hide that beautiful voice from me.

I nodded my head and said to the kids, "Ok guys, She's here. Let's go." 

"She" smiled at the kids and said, "My name's Ann. Please call me that."

I watched as my daughter's eyes got wider and wider as her brain processed the voice she was hearing and compared it to what her eyes were seeing. I just managed to get my hand over her mouth before she blurted out a name.

"Ann" this is my daughter Jackie and my son Paul Jr. Welcome to our city. Let's get your luggage and go have breakfast."

My son, a new driver, volunteered to get the car and pick up us at the terminal. That way we wouldn't need to walk "all that way" to the parking garage with "Ann's" luggage, or so his reasoning went. A teenage boy with a new driver's license will agree to do anything he could to drive. 

There was one time he wanted to drive to the next door neighbor's house to borrow some milk. His logic, "But Dad, I'll be able to get there and back faster and the milk won't spoil!" 

It was a nice try, but I made him walk. 

It's no wonder that I'm starting to get a few gray hairs so early in my life.

My advice to you is to move when your kids enter those teenage years and not give them your forwarding address. Trust me, it will be worth it. Well maybe not. But the thought offers some humor at times of severe stress.

Anyway the three of us stood as a little family group while we waited for my son to drive up. Naturally he took the long way around. My daughter and "Ann" stood whispering and giggling together. You would have thought they were old friends the way they carried on.

I had begun to notice over the past few months that my daughter Jackie was hanging around with older women. I would see her walking with the neighbors or talking to her teachers. She was at that age when she needed a woman's touch. As I watched this interaction, I felt a renewed hatred for my ex deserting our children.

I can see where a woman might want to leave a husband, but I could never rationalize why she would ever leave her children. Something must be lacking in Mary. Maybe it was the "Mother" gene. 

My son snapped me out of my thoughts by pulling up the curb in front of us and scrapping the right side tires. Oh well he was still learning and tires were cheaper to replace than having human or car body damage repaired. I just wished that he'd learn a little faster. He was hard on cars and my wallet.

That night "Ann" and I sat the kids down and explained why she was here. I made it clear to both of them that no one, "And I mean no one" could learn of her presence at our house. She was just my cousin "Ann" from the west coast to all their friends. I promised them with years of being confined to their rooms (no phone for my daughter and no car for my son). 

I guess the penalty threats worked because they were unusually quiet when they went off to bed.

"Ann" watched them trudge off to their rooms and waited for until they were out of hearing range, 

"Paul, don't you think you were a little hard on them"

"No!" I declared. "Kids talk first and think later. I don't want your visit here being on the evening news."

"I can see your point and respect it, but I hate to see the kids threatened when they haven't done anything. You appear have done an excellent job of raising them. I saw this after only spending one day with them. "

"Thank you, it's been hard. But I never gave up on them like their mother did."

We switched subjects to music and later adjourned to my music room. That first night we worked on her stuff until the sun was breaking over the horizon before calling it quits and turning in to our respective rooms.

One of the fortunate things about teenagers is that they sleep in whenever the chance presents itself. My two were no exception. It was 10:00 am before they started making noise. I got up, partially dressed and went down to attempt to quiet them down a notch. "Ann" needed her sleep. Besides our late night writing session, she was still on West Coast time and probably needs the extra sleep.

I promised I'd cook their favorite breakfast after I took a shower and dressed. A little bribery never hurt. I headed back up to my room.

Thirty minutes later I walked out of my bedroom and into some of the greatest smells I had smelled in this old house. When I walked into the kitchen I found "Ann" cooking breakfast. While it was a bit of a shock seeing her cooking that wasn't the biggest one. My daughter Jackie was helping cook!

Now Jackie never showed any interest in anything related to the kitchen. Hell, I had a hard time getting her to help load the dishwasher. So I almost had as Fred Sanford used to say with hand over heart, "The big one," when I saw this. 

"Hi Dad, I'm helping "Ann" make breakfast. The eggs and bacon are almost ready. Do you want a couple of pancakes too? "Ann" taught me how to make the batter from scratch and everything." "Ann" just stood in the background and beamed.

I damn near cried because I was so proud of my daughter's accomplishments and I could hear the happiness in her voice

"I'll have some of everything," I answered.

It was a perfect breakfast if you don't mind extra crunchy pancakes. I ate them with a smile on my face. And you know teenage boys, they'll eat anything. 

My daughter was one proud girl. "Ann" and I cleaned up the kitchen while Jackie basked in her newfound glory. I had forgotten how messy new cooks were. It must have taken "Ann" and me an extra half hour to restore the kitchen to some state of cleanliness. 

Later in the afternoon when "Ann" and I were taking a break from our composing she said, "Jackie needs a female role model in her life at this point. I'd like to apply for the job if you'll let me."

"Wow! I never even thought about it before. I'd like you to be her mentor but there are problems. First you are only here for two or three weeks, we need to consider her feelings when you leave."

Before I could continue she interrupted me, "Paul, I thought all about those road blocks. First there's the telephone. Jackie and I can talk daily. Second you and I are creating beautiful music here, after I get back home I still need to do a little studio time to clean them up and record them. 

Then I will be back here to work with you. You might not realize it but you do write some fantastic music and I'm going to need a lot of your stuff."

"But I..."

"Be quiet and let me finish. When it's summer vacation for the kids, I'd like Jackie to spend some quality time with me on the West coast. You know she needs a woman's touch now and I promise I'll return her to you unharmed."

At that point, Jackie returned home and entered my studio. "Why are you guys taking a break? I want to hear what you two have written so far. You know "Ann"; my Dad is just about the greatest song writer in the world."

The tears started forming in my eyes. "Ann" reached over and squeezed my hand in hers. 

Ann softly said, "Do we have a deal?"

I just sat there like a bobble head doll nodding yes.

"Why don't you put the tea kettle on for your father and me," suggested "Ann."

The song writing took almost two months. Part of that was I still had my regular job to visit every day. We put together almost enough music for two albums. Jackie and "Ann" were joined at the hip during this period. Where "Ann" went Jackie was not far away. As "Ann's" time with us was drawing to a close, Jackie started to become quiet.




Moving Day



The two women disappeared into Jackie's bedroom one night and closed the door. They were in there about an hour before Jackie came running downstairs, jumped in my lap, and wrapped her arms around me.

"Daddy you're the best Dad in the whole world."

I looked up and saw "Ann" standing there, "I told her about our plans for the summer for her. I guess she wants to visit me." It surprised hell out of me!

"Ann" went back to California with her new songs. She and Jackie talked on the phone every day. Eventually I had to get Jackie a cell phone with unlimited minutes so I could use my home phone.

"Ann's" album hit the charts and was soon at the top. Where ever you went you heard that fantastic voice belting out my stuff. 

It took almost three months before I found myself standing at the airport waiting for her plane to pull up to the gate. "Ann" was in her housewife disguise, brown wig w/ a little gray. There must have been padding in her outfit because she looked about 50 pounds heavier.

This time she stayed for four months. We had a lovely family Christmas. It was two days after Christmas when I felt someone climbing into my bed in the middle of the night. That fantastic voice whispered in my ear, "Here is the rest of your Christmas present."

I felt her nude body wrap around mine. 

We didn't get back to sleep for a couple of hours. But they were a great couple of hours. The next morning I felt a pair of warm wet lips wrapped around my morning erection. We ended up staying in bed the rest of the morning. 

Well we would have stayed all day, but a knock on my bedroom door interfered with those plans. 

"OK you two, Breakfast will be ready in about 30 minutes. So you guys need to clean up and get down to the kitchen."

"Ann" looked at me and said, "Caught!" We both broke out into gales of laughter as we headed for the bathroom. If it wasn't for "Ann's" repeated "No" in the shower, we would have missed breakfast.

It was May before "Ann" was ready to leave. We had enough music written for two more albums and a road tour. She had to go into the studio and record these gems. As I sat on my bed watching her pack (yes she had moved into my room), a great sadness came over me. I was really going to miss this woman.

Jackie walked into the room with a small prettily wrapped package. She was openly crying.

"I know you must go, but I'll miss you," my Jackie barely choked out. "I wish Daddy had married you first. Then you'd be my mother."

When my son came upstairs to tell us the car was ready, he found us in a group hug crying our eyes out. He joined the hug. He also had a gift for "Ann."

As soon as school was out, I put Jackie on a plane pointed west and wished her a fun summer. I knew I'd see her Labor Day weekend when she returned to her brother and me. 

Jr. and I spent the summer doing guy things. We fished, hiked, camped out, and all that fun stuff. We had bought a couple of horses retired from the race track. He and I spent the rest of our free time learning to ride and rubbing liniment on our sore butts. 

It was a fun summer. That fall I quit my day job. The royalty checks started well exceeding my take home pay.

I talked to my daughter every couple of days. She was having a ball. I even spotted her in the background at a couple of televised appearances "Ann" made. 

God I missed them. 

They were even photographed by the paparazzi. Their pictures were in all the tabloids. Well actually "Ann's" picture was the focus and Jackie was in the back ground as usual.

Every time I saw them or heard their voices I tear'd up.

Labor Day arrived too soon for Jackie. She was soon home and spending all her free time either on the phone with "Ann" or with her girlfriends.

By this time I was really missing "Ann".

That was the winter "Ann" won her Grammys singing my music. The kids and I sat on the couch in front of the TV. We were jumping up and down and yelling our head off. 

"Ann" was thanking all her music buddies by name. At the end she said, "And a special Thank you for my three friends from the East coast. I don't need to name them. They know who they are."

________________________________________

My trip back in time was interrupted by Mary. She started talking to me. When I last had heard that voice it saw soft and sweet, now it was very deep and horse. Her voice now had the timbre of too many cigarettes and many years of alcohol abuse. If I wasn't looking at her, I never would have recognized her if she phoned.

"Paul, I know we're probably divorced by now, after all it's been 20 years since I walked out on you and the kids. But I need..........."

*******

Mary had a flash back to that period in her life as she was starting her prepared speech. She remembered her feelings of depression. The twins were 6 years old and starting in school. Suddenly she had some free time, when the kids were in school and Paul was at work. She examined her life. She was now sitting on the couch watching soap operas every day. All her girl friends were married or in long term relationships. They had families and various jobs. They had lives! She only had her soaps.

Now Mary never continued her education past high school. She had partied too much and her grades showed that inattention. Partying was her only goal in life. She had a good body, cute face, and could flirt with the best of them.

As luck would have it Mary and Paul ran into each other in a Club one night. Mary had arrived with two of her girl friends but planned on going home with a guy. She had that itch between her legs and wanted to scratch it.

Mary saw Paul standing at the bar. He was nicely dressed. He was tall enough, cute enough, and looked as if he might be fun. Oh yeah, he had a cute butt and what looked like a nice sized bulge in the front of those jeans also. She started giving him looks across the room designed to make him come to her.

The looks worked. He came to her table and asked her to dance. After a few dances, she decided that he might be the one to solve her itch and coaxed him out into the parking lot. After about half an hour she realized that he was too inexperienced to solve her problem. He was a nice guy but she wanted a man that knew how to satisfy a woman.

They went back inside the club. She dropped Paul and quickly found a former lover. She took the lover out to the parking lot. They spent two hours on his back seat. Her itch was scratched.

Then she remembered how Paul saved her from being raped. And recalled how she fell in love with him, married him, and presented him with twins, a son and daughter. She thought she had the perfect life with her husband and family until she got bored with the whole family thing.

She was walking around one of the malls while her kids were in school and her husband was working. She heard her name being called, "Mary...Mary....wait"

Turing she saw one of her girlfriends from the old bar scene. They went to the food court and relived old memories and updated each other on their lives. Sherry was still leading the party life. A new man every time she wanted while Mary cleaned house, made beds, cooked meals, and washed clothes. And that's when she wasn't waiting on whining children.

Mary envied Sherry's life and freedom from family responsibilities. 

They started meeting for coffee regularly.

One afternoon she accompanied Sherry to a friend's apartment. It was there she met Tyrone. Tyrone was a friend of Sherry's boyfriend. They started smoking grass. Soon Sherry was walking around naked in front of the three of them, dancing and playing with herself.

Mary got high and soon joined Sherry in her nakedness. Mary watched her friend Sherry deep throat her man. Sherry must have been doing a great job because her boyfriend did nothing but moan in pleasure.

As Mary watched she got wetter and wetter. Tyrone slipped his hand between her legs. She had her first orgasm of the day. Thankfully it was not her last. She and Tyrone had sex all that afternoon. He was a "big" man filling her completely. If she had been able, well actually if Tyrone had been able, she would have screwed all day. 

It was the first time she cheated on Paul, but it was destined not to be the last time. She didn't feel guilty. She felt wonderful. This was the life she desired.

These "group meetings" went on for months. The two girls were soon being used by three or four guys each. They were double and triple teamed. It got so that she and Sherry would lie side by side kissing and playing with each other's breasts while the guys took turns with them.

One day she was with Tyrone and a couple of his friends, Mary was naked and being fucked by a couple of the guys. After they all came, Mary was watching one of the guys fix a needle. The guy shoved the needle in her arm. Mary felt the greatest rush she'd ever experienced. 

It was about a month later that Mary started showing up at Tyron's apartment every morning after the kids left for school. It got so that all she wore to get there was a coat and shoes. As soon as she walked into the apartment the coat came off and she was naked. She never made it to the bedroom before someone was using her body. She felt the needle as she was being pounded. Her body reacted to the dope and she orgasmed until she passed out. The doses got stronger each day, Mary got wilder. Shortly Mary became addicted. But she didn't care, she loved the feelings.

One day the guys dressed her and took her home. She remembered them packing up some of her stuff, putting everything in back of a van and driving away. They gave her another shot. 

She was never to return home.

Soon Mary's life consisted of nothing but sex with various men or women, and her shots. She descended into the life of a crack whore except it wasn't crack, it was heroin. She didn't exist except for her next shot or the crystals and the highs they gave her. 

She would do anything the men asked to get her "medicine". 

She remembered acts of depravity with men, women, and even animals. She remembered dancing on stages in the nude, exposing herself and performing various sex acts; some with men, and some with women. 

This life style continued for years. She deteriated into a junkie. She was usually too stoned to even dance anymore. One day Tyrone told her she had to leave with a couple of men. He was no longer her man. He had sold her to another. She was soon to learn that she had been sold to a Mexican whore house. 

They kept her drugged and tortured her if her customers complained. She lost all track of time while in their control. All she knew was the pain and the blessed relief her shots would bring. 

She doesn't remember very much of those years. It was just eating a small meal, taking a baths in a tub of cold dirty water, being chained to a small cot, and waiting for the men to use her. 

There was no love making or even enjoyable sex with the various partners. Most of the men just dropped their pants and began pounding into her. They did not try to make her ready to have sex or did they seem to even care. They just took her not caring if she was dry or not. The pain was terrible at first, but with time her body just accepted the abuse. 

At some point she became pregnant. The men chained her to a cot with nothing but the wire screen under her. The doctor arrived and aborted her baby. He did not give her anything for the pain. She screamed until she passed out. 

It was a week before she could "work" again. When her first customer started on her, she realized that she felt nothing between her legs anymore. All the pain she used to feel was gone. The doctor had seen to that.

If the men were all happy, she got her shot that night. If not, well she screamed all night, receiving her medicine just before her next shift on the cot started. 

The only change was that the amount of dope in the needle was reduced to a level that stopped her cramps, and allowed her to service her customers. If her customers were happy, she got the full amount in her next shot, bringing the blessed relief she sought before she fell asleep. 

How long she was kept there? She had no idea. 

She recalled being placed in the back of a van along with the bodies of a couple of girls that either died of abuse by their customers, or were killed by their owners. She wanted her shot. She couldn't sleep in the van without one. The corpuses smelled of abuse, urine and the loss of bowel control.

The van drove for hours. She knew they were headed into the desert toward the spot that the dead whores from the area were to be buried. She hoped they would kill her first before burying her. She had a fear of buried alive since she was a child. She tried to devise a plan to kill herself first, but her brain was so cloudy that no ideas presented themselves.

She wanted her shot before they killed her.

Suddenly the van stopped. She heard gunfire and the sounds of people dying. She knew she would be next.

The gunfire had stopped. She was lying down between the dead whores. She felt the back door of the van being opened. She heard a man gag and the door was quickly closed. Then there was the sound of a truck driving away. 

She waited for someone to deliver the fatal bullet into her body and stop the pain of withdrawal. But it never came. She was alone in the back of a van with the dead whores and they were starting to smell really bad. She kicked open the doors and rolled out onto the desert floor. 

She didn't remember how she managed but the next time she opened her eyes, she had moved into the cab of the van. The driver and his helper were outside, dead. The desert animals had started recycling them. 

She remembered finding their drug stake, some food and water. She was aware that there wasn't enough dope to keep her as high as she'd like, so she cut back on the amount of the "medicine" that she took. That way the drugs would last longer. It would be a while before she would experience the pain of withdrawal again. But she knew that once the drugs ran out the pain would start again.

She had enough water and food to last a week. Just before she ran out a poor Mexican farmer found her. The Mexican wrapped her in a blanket and drove her to his village. 

There he gave her to the village priest. The priest, couple of nuns, and a Doctor returned her to health. The doctor sat with her as the pain of withdrawal racked her body while the priest and the nuns prayed for her soul. 

It took almost six months before she was again a member of the human race. A member with a terrible scar on her face and only one eye, Mary had no idea when these injuries had occurred. 

She cried the first time they let her look in a mirror. At one time she was beautiful, now she was battered and beaten. That night she tried to take her life. A nun caught her and bandaged her wrists. The nuns took turns staying with her until she gave up trying suicide as an answer to her mental pain. 

The nuns took the mirror out of her room. It was almost a year later before they allowed it back into her room. This time Mary accepted her ugliness. She just asked for a clean eye patch. 

She finally studied the calendar; 16 years had elapsed since she met her friend Sherry in the mall. She wanted to go home and return to what she remembered of her life before the drugs and prostitution. 

It took a lot longer to get back home than she thought it would. First there was there fact she had no money. The small church took up a collection and gave her a bus ticket. It only went as far as Mexico City. There she worked at minor jobs until she earned enough to buy a bus ticket to a US/Mexico border town. 

At the border she was denied entrance to the United States. She had no passport or ID. It took her two more years to finally gain access to the States. She didn't gain a passport, but they gave her a green card. Her nationality was listed as Brazilian. She was very dark because of her years of exposure to the sun. So she guessed that was alright, anything to get her into the US so she could continue her long trip home.

She spent the next year working odd jobs for the money she needed to live and hitching rides back toward the north east, back to Rochester and back to her family. She slept in alleys and under bridges. She wasn't proud. She was so scary looking with her eye patch and scar that the men left her alone. They thought she was crazy.

She remembered her old address in Rochester, but when she arrived at her old house, the woman living there said her family had moved out a decade or so ago. She didn't have an address, but remembered it was to a small farm in the outskirts of Mendon, NY. The woman never invited Mary into the house. 

Mary rented a cheap room with the last of her money in the small village and headquartered her search from there finally getting work with a night cleaning crew of business offices. It was late in October when she finally found an address for her Paul and her kids. She started hitch hiking to their home because she didn't have enough money left to hire a taxi. She was happy she soon was going to re-join her family.

It was late when her last ride dropped her off at the entrance to a long driveway. The weather had turned cold and rainy. It felt as if it was trying to snow. She had spent so many years in the heat of the desert that the cold started affecting her very quickly. She had no coat; she just wrapped her arms across her chest in an effort to stop the shivering. 

As she walked up the long driveway she spotted a few lights coming from the rear of the house. It was a big house. It took her some time to walk to its rear. By then the clouds had opened up and she was soaked with a very cold rain. The rain had that solid feel to it. It was trying to snow.

She rang the bell and waited.

The door opened and she saw her Paul for the first time in 20 years. She felt light headed. She was home.

Paul looked at his ex-wife standing there on his rear porch and again felt the pain of all those years. The long and lonely nights holding crying children that kept asking where their Mommy was. The lonely bed, night after night, sitting alone in the den after the kids finally slept. The tears that he shed there in the darkness.

Without saying a word, I closed the door in her face.

As I turned to walk away, I heard a soft thump against the door. I knew that it was the sound of Mary collapsing against it.

"Shit 'Ann' will never forgive me if I don't help her", I thought. I could just imagine the dressing down I'd get.

I opened the door again. There was Mary crumpled on the ground trying to stand. She was making no headway with her task. I reached down and took her by both arms and pulled her up to me. 

When she was on her feet, she put those skinny arms around my waist. 

She was mumbling something that sounded like, "I'm sorry." But it was just too soft to determine exactly what it was. I put one arm around her and the other under her legs, picking her up. 

My first thought was, "She's so light. She weighs almost nothing. And she's so cold" My next thought was getting her some help. I grabbed my cell and dialed 911 with one hand. 

The state police arrived first closely followed by an ambulance. 

The EMT's took over immediately. They wrapped her in a blanket with some heat packs to stop the shivering her body was using as a means to keep warm. They were talking on a radio to the Emergency Room at a local medical facility. With a doctor's permission they started her on an IV.

While they were working on her, a Trooper very politely took me aside and started filling out a "report".

"Do you know her?

"My ex-wife."

"How long have you been divorced?"

"Around 20 years. This is the first time I have seen her since she disappeared 20 years ago. I don't know what happened to her."




Moving Day



The questioning went on until the EMT's put Mary in their bus and started out the driveway. I looked at the officer and said, "I don't have a car here. Can you take me to the hospital to answer any of their questions? We can continue your Q & A there." 

He studied me for a few seconds then started speaking into his shoulder mike. I could hear both sides of the conversation but it was almost all those police codes. The only thing I recognized was the hospital's name.

A couple of other police cars pulled up near my door on the lawn. As the new arrivals walked up to the door I was informed that during my "ride" they wanted "to look around" and would secure the house when they left. I doubted that they would repair the damage to the lawn that their tires caused,

The Trooper put me in the back seat where the doors had no inside handles and the windows don't open. When I started to protest, he said, "Rules. No civilians in front."

I had a high speed ride to the hospital. My Trooper talked on the radio as we were arriving. I suspected he was getting the "all clear" because I was allowed out of the back seat. After I got Mary admitted and signed to be responsible for the costs, I was allowed to see her.

The Trooper followed along still asking questions. If anything, he was persistent. 

Mary was in one of those small cubicles created by drawn curtains. There were oxygen tubes in her nose and an IV on a pole by her side. She was hooked up to various monitoring devices, her eyes were closed. My heart sank. 

I was a mix of confusing emotions. On one hand I still wanted to hate her for all the years of loneliness and pain. But I still had that human compassion for the sick and injured. I wanted my lover 'Ann' to hold me and help me sort out these feelings. But 'Ann' was at our home in Hollywood, California and I was here alone.

I felt she wasn't going to make it.

A couple of nurses accompanied by an orderly interrupted my thoughts of impending doom. "We're going to keep her over night. We have a room upstairs for her."

Then the other nurse who had been quiet looked at me and said, "She's going to be OK. Her vital signs are good and the Doc said her heart sounded strong. In a couple of days she'll be as good as new. Then you can take her back home."

"Home?" I thought, "She doesn't have a home as near as I can tell."

Well since it was still early evening in California, I'd better call "Ann" and explain the situation. 

I spent the next 30 minutes being drilled by "Ann." She was tougher than the Trooper was on me. When she was finally satisfied she said, 

"Stay with her until we can access the circumstances. If you need to, and she agrees, please bring her out here to California. I know the kids would like to see her again and I'd like to meet her."

The hospital kept Mary about a week. I stayed by her side mainly because she wouldn't let go of my hand. She would wake up, look at me see I was still there, and then she'd start to cry again. The police and FBI questioned her about the last 20 years. After they finished, I had learned what a hell Mary's last 20 years were. 

After the police got her story, I called "Ann." I told her everything I had learned about Mary's last 20 years. We were both crying when "I finished. 

One day when I returned from my hotel room, all freshly showered and in some clean clothes, Mary's door was closed. I assumed they were doing something to her that required privacy until I saw the new sign on the door, "Biohazard, Do not enter!"

One of the nurses led me to a small conference room. Soon a doctor joined me. 

He started by saying, "There is no easy was to begin this conversation. Mary has AIDS. It is very advanced and well past our treating it. She has about 6-7 months left to live."

He stopped talking when he noticed the tears running down my face. I felt so damn sorry for her. All those years living in sub human conditions, getting clean and finding her way back to me, only to have all her hard work rewarded with a death sentence. "Life just wasn't fair!" I fumed.

That afternoon, I called "Ann" and updated her.

When I finished "Ann" said, "Bring her home to us. She doesn't deserve to die alone."

It took another week but I was able to arrange transportation. Well actually "Ann" arranged it. Her show biz name carried a lot more weight than mine did. Mary and I flew west on a private jet donated by a business acquaintance of "Ann's". 

"Ann" and I moved Mary into our home complete with a health aid to help her. I still remember the first time Mary saw our daughter Jackie and her husband Edward. Jackie was 7 months pregnant and looked as if she was at least 10 months.

Mary just erupted into tears, but when Jackie tried to hug her she pushed Jackie away. "No I'm dirty. I have AIDS and I won't do anything to harm you or your baby."

"Ann" and I left the three of them to get acquainted. They stayed in Mary's room until dinner. 

That night as Jackie left she said, "Dad I'll be back tomorrow. I need to know my mother before it's too late."

For the rest of Mary's stay with us Jackie was there almost every day. She only missed 4 days and that's when she gave birth. The new parents named the baby Mary Ann. When "Ann" told Mary the good news, they both had a good cry.

Jackie brought little Mary Ann to meet her grandmothers. Yes "Ann" was now my wife. The baby was a charm but the grandmothers cried their eyes out. It was the first baby for "Ann" and first grandchild for Mary. Mary would never hold little Mary because of the risk of cross infecting her.

As an aside, my son never visited his mother. He felt that she deserted him and he never could forgive her. After I explained his feelings to Mary, she cried but never mentioned him again. 

The next six months passed quickly, way too quickly. Mary was slowly slipping away from us. 

One morning when the aid arrived it was discovered that Mary had passed away in her sleep.

We had Mary cremated and keep her ashes in an urn on a decorative little pavilion in the garden. There is a small bench there. 

At regular interval we would take turns sitting down and bring her up to date on family things.

I hope she finally found the peace she longed for.

The End 

© October 2011 by Mendon Fishers



Moving Day



Leah awoke alone in a cold sweat with panic still fluttering in her chest. It had been another night of fitful fear-filled dreams in which she was helpless to save herself from some vaguely remembered threat. 

"It must be the move." she whispered groggily. 

She arched her arms over her head in a subconscious effort to loosen the knot in her chest. Her nightshirt, a threadbare giveaway from some long ago office party, stretched across her thin frame. The cloth was still damp with sweat from the fevered dream and it sent a chill through her body. Without a well padded bra her nipples were embarrassingly prominent. Contracted and puckered as they were from the chill or when engorged with arousal they couldn't be hidden and would jut lewdly atop her full upturned and teardrop shaped breasts. She was well into her thirties and though not as firm and pronounced as they once were, the sidelong glances and attention they drew made her uncomfortable. Were she in public now she would have been mortified by her state.

With a nearly audible snap she whipped her arms back to her sides. She used the momentum to sit up and shake the last of her dream away. 

"Why are you so uptight!?" she said aloud in an artificially flippant tone hoping to dismiss the lingering worry.

She turned her head from side to side, stretching, and taking in the familiar sights of their dimly lit bedroom. Leah and her husband had shared the same 2 bedroom apartment for all five years of their marriage. She loved the it. The place brought her a sense of security and stability that she hadn't known in her single years. She had never built a home with the intention of staying indefinitely and the discovery of what she had been missing caused her to feel an irrationally powerful emotional attachment. She was never fully at ease anywhere but her home. This caused her to be aloof and most people thought her cool if not cold. She was not. The discreet but ever present anxiety caused her to withdraw in many social situations, particularly those of mixed company. She had married late in life in comparison to the rest of her social circle. Even so, she did not need all the fingers of one hand to count the number of men she had dated. 

She threw the remaining covers off and and stood up determinedly. She needed to relax and concentrate on all she had left to do before they turned in their key today. The nightshirt, normally just enough to cover her full rounded cheeks, was bunched around her waist. Morning light through the slanted blinds illuminated and warmed her legs and behind. Standing as she was, flat footed with legs apart and her back to the blinds, the light even touched her smooth and hairless lips. 

For a brief moment she smiled to herself thinking about how her husband described them as pink and puffy. He still stole peeks at her as she dressed in the mornings and loved the contrast of her pink lips and areole against marble white skin. Mostly for herself, but also for the way he professed to love the feel of it, she had gone to a clinic which used laser light to permanently removed all her pubic hair. They'd even managed to take care of those places deeper in the cleft past her delicate pointed "v" and around the parts that never saw light. The multiple visits had been painfully awkward but she did not miss shaving. Her sensitive skin responded poorly to a razor.

She smoothed the shirt down and stooped to pick up a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts. As she slipped the shorts up she became aware of scraping and grunting sounds downstairs. Had that noise been there all morning? She remembered surfacing from sleep a few times during the early morning and thought it had. Her husband was not normally an early riser and again the panic bubbled in her chest. She calmed herself realizing burglars and rapists didn't usually strike at 8 o'clock in the morning. This was moving day after all. Still, she took the stairs a little more timidly than usual padding soundlessly in her bare feet. 

"LEAH! Help us out here. Jake is about to lose it!" her husband shouted as she stepped off the last stair.

"That's what she said" Jake mumbled and they both chuckled through gritted teeth. 

She physically cringed at the nonsensical but crude remark and the unexpected interruption of her morning trek for tea. Jake was one of her husbands close friends and constantly vulgar. They were trying to squeeze the oversized leather couch down the hallway and she had nearly run into them in her pre-caffeine fog. They really were about to drop it. She didn't know what good her 110 pound frame could do but she grudgingly slid in next to Jake and the only available handhold. He was sweaty and smelled foul even this early but she gamely held on. 

She was forced into a crouch and against him as they pushed the couch into the hallway leaving no room on either side. The awkward stooped gait was sliding her boxer shorts lower until they were teetering on her slender hips. She felt sure that Jake was seeing more than he should. 

Before they were halfway down the hall she felt his cock thickening and beginning to pulse against her unavoidably upturned cheeks. Jake never missed an opportunity to make a crack about the size of his package and her first thought was, resignedly, that it may not be all talk. It felt long and thick as it bounced heavily against the inside of her thigh through his thin nylon soccer shorts. Who am I to judge size?, she thought. She'd had virtually zero sexual experience prior to marriage.

She began to feel trapped as the men muscled the couch slowly down the hall with it's padding scraping along the walls and sealing of her escape. She was between Jake and the couch holding to the bottom lip with his outstretched arms above and on either side as he pushed to overcome the friction of the walls. Her stomach was flipping over and she began to feel disgusted at putting herself in this situation. With each step the feeling against her leg was transforming from a rhythmic swinging thump to an insistent pressure sliding higher between her thighs in rhythm with their stride. 

When they reached the foyer she felt as though the trip down the hall had taken hours. Separating herself from Jake, she stretched upright with her hands against the small of her back feigning a stretch as she tried to calm her nerves. From the corner of her eye she caught the men eyeing her as they lay down the couch. She straightened and brought her shoulders forward to hide her obvious bralesssness. 

"Coffee time?" Jake exhaled as he unburdened himself but remained behind the high padded arm rest. "

Creep, she thought. Probably waiting for that thing to settle down. 

"Absolutely! I bet you're ready for a milk tea babe." her husband replied smiling and facing her direction. 

The three of them filed back down the hall and toward the kitchen. Placing the tea kettle on its electric base she could feel Jake's eyes on her and it made her skin crawl. The worst part was that her husband didn't seem to mind that his wife was standing in a nearly see through shirt while his friend looked on. In fact, she wasn't sure but he seemed to be enjoying it. 

"Well I'm off to change, back in a minute" she said stepping toward the door as she poured the last of the hot water into her teacup. 

"Why? you look fine" her husband said taking her by the elbow and leading her into the newly empty living room. Jake following behind sipping from his coffee mug.

"Besides, we're nearly finished and you slept through the hard part." 

She knew he was mostly joking but she felt a pang of guilt as she looked around at the apartment now devoid of their larger furniture. 

"I'm so sorry honey, why didn't you wake me!" 

"Don't worry about it sweetie. Besides, you can make it up to us by staying just as you are. You look amazing! Right Jake?"

He mumbled his assent but her husband needn't have confirmed. Jake was staring a hole through her boxers. Her stomach began to roil again but she decided she could deal with it if it meant a clean conscience after missing out on the hard work. She must have been lost in thought longer than she realized because her husband nudged her arm. Her breasts swayed beneath their thin veil of cotton. 

"You OK baby?"

"Yeah babe, sorry. Still waking up. I feel horrible about sleeping so late. Why didn't you wake me?" 

"Well, you seemed so restless during the night. You had finally settled down when I got out of bed. I didn't have the heart. I'm happy you're up now though." His eyes looked her up and down in exaggerated appraisal. 

"You guys are creeping me out. But OK. I feel so bad!" she forced a smile and a small nervous chuckle as she made a sweeping gesture to the empty room while looking down to avoid their eyes. To her horror she noticed the loosely fitting boxers shorts with little blue polo players were just barely clinging to the last precipitous curve of her hips. It would be obvious to Jake how she "maintained her flower garden" as her mom would say. The lack of a dark shadow so low in the front with half her mons exposed would be impossible for his roaming eyes and dirty mind to miss. God! she felt so shameful and guilty. This was not like her. Her husband was so open with nudity and sex that sometimes she didn't understand how the two of them had ended up together. 

After they had all finished their cups, they separated and began to go about loading the remaining smaller items. It seemed there was an endless supply of small cabinets and bookshelves to clear and carpets to vacuum. Thirty minutes past with barely a dent and she realized there were still plenty of chores to be done. 

Around mid morning, Jake brought a ladder in from his truck and set it up in the dining room. Her mother's antique chandelier hung there and they'd saved it for later when there would be more room to safely lower it. 

"You mind holding' the ladder?" he called to her as she was vacuuming in the nearby guest room. 

"Of course not" she said walking over to the center of the room where Jake was already half way up the ladder. "Don't we need to turn off the power or something?"

"Nah, your husband says he put it in with some quick disconnects, shouldn't be a problem. Just hold the legs steady for me." She took hold of the ladder beneath him as he started to climb. The ceiling was high and vaulted and he had to go nearly to the top rung. She caught herself following him with her eyes as he climbed. Jake played on the soccer team with her husband and the running had benefit his powerful legs.

"God, I'm as bad as them" she thought but immediately justified herself, after all, she should be watching to make sure he doesn't get off balance. As her eyes traveled higher she caught sight of the unmistakable shadowed head of his cock. She knew from the way it jumped slightly in time with his pulse that he had a "semi" as her husband would call it. 

What is with this guy? Is he constantly hard and where is his underwear? Her husband went around the house without but this was not Jake's house! 

He was turning to face away from the ladder rungs and get a better grip on the chandelier. She abruptly shifted her gaze to his face and felt her own burn hot when she saw him looking down with a slight smirk on his face. 

"Moment of truth" he said and the room fell into welcomed darkness. "Didn't really think that through did we?" came the disembodied voice from above. The dining room had no outside windows and she couldn't see a thing. "Don't let go of the ladder. I think I can make my way down"

"OK, be careful" she squeaked meekly. 

She was truly worried he might tumble off. Her face was upturned trying desperately to discern his figure in the dark. She felt him before she saw him. First, the slippery nylon hem of his shorts catching at the bridge of her nose and then the warm thud of his swollen cock head lodging in her mouth as she'd stared slack-jawed into the darkness. She tasted the unmistakable salty sweetness on her tongue and her lips formed an unbidden "O" in surprise stretching around the rim of the fat mushroomed head. She heard a low moan and tinkling of the chandelier from above. She immediately turned her head and felt his cock sear across her cheek leaving a trail of juices. She stepped quickly aside and hoped for continued darkness. She knew her cheeks must be glowing red from shame and embarrassment. Worse, she felt smoldering embers below and they were not shame. She squeezed her legs together to extinguish them but only succeeded in fanning them to flame. As Jake bent to lay the chandelier to rest his his chorded forearm brushed across her chest. Time slowed to a crawl and every ropy muscle and tendon set off fireworks as his arm slid across her rigid nipples. She could not breathe. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. She began to feel faint. 

"You still there Leah?" he said with an unfamiliar vulnerability in his voice. 

"Yeah" she managed to croak as he flipped on the hallway light. The feeble illumination concealed some of her dumbstruck expression but also cast lewd shadows through the thin material of her shirt. 

"Everything ok?"

After an awkward pause she was able to respond. "Yeah, let's get this thing out in the light."

He wasn't going to acknowledge it. Thank god for that. But everything was not ok! Jesus Christ this day was all kinds of not ok. What would she tell her husband? "Well, you see, his cock just sort of accidentally landed in my mouth." 

She hoped Jake would continue to act as if it hadn't happened. She actively tried to convince herself it hadn't for the rest of the day. She went back to work with new zeal. 

By noon she was on her hand and knees obsessively buffing microscopic scratches in the kitchen tile. She had the feeling of being watched and looked back over her shoulder to see Jake and Charles, one of the maintenance men from her husband's office who he'd hired to help them move and must just have arrived. Their looks were full of mirth and she froze thinking that Jake had told him everything. Her shirt had bunched around her waist as she worked. It was gaping open beneath her. They had a clear view. Most of her ass must also have been on display by the way her shorts were hanging. She stood up feeling that familiar turning in her stomach and heat in her cheeks. Standing did little to help. She was sweating and the t-shirt was so sodden that she might has well have been topless. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ragged pony tail and she'd taken off her house shoes to clean the floor. She felt her nipples harden against her will. She thought they might pierce the fabric of her shirt. She couldn't understand how she'd been reduced to this in the course of 4 hours. She was a shy and reserved woman this morning. Now she was a cock sucking whore standing barefoot, sweaty, and partially dressed in front of her husbands friends. She heard footsteps in the hall. 

"Whoa!" her husband said rounding the corner. You look sexy as hell but a little tired beauty. I think we're done. Time for a beer? Guys? "

Relief washed over her as they headed for the kitchen. Her husband was still cheerful and clearly hadn't been told of the mornings earlier events. He handed out the beers and they all took seats on the last of the empty boxes in the kitchen. Being the smallest she took the shortest box only 8 inches off the floor. Sitting so low had the effect of pushing the hem of her boxers up her thigh. The loose leg openings hung open as the three men sat fanned in front of her. She drew her legs together and her knees up to cover as much as she could. 

She wasn't normally much of a drinker but the cold beer was a heavenly escape from the awkwardness, guilt, and hard work the day had been filled with. She even tipped her head back and gulped the last few swallows eagerly. Lowering the empty bottle and bringing her head forward again she caught Jake eye. In an instant of understanding she snapped her forgotten thighs back together. He smiled and turned to continue his conversation with her husband. 

Well I guess it's nothing he hasn't seen at this point. Her legs had come together with a moist squishiness and she could feel pulsing between her tender distended lips.. How did that happen? Her body must be very confused because her brain certainly found the idea of having her most private parts ogled by foul smelling and foul mouthed Jake repugnant. A briefly perplexed look crossed her face. She needed to be a little nicer and a little less harsh on Jake. He was always the first to offer her and hubby help with just about anything. And, he was always the first one to start cleaning up with her after their monthly team parties. In fact, if you could look past his brash personality he was a pretty good friend. She made a mental note to work on it. A hand appeared above her head holding another beer. 

"Round two?"

"Sure" she said taking the fresh beer from her husbands hand. Two was all it took to make her feel a little drunk but she welcomed the opportunity to dull her senses.

"Why don't we go kick back in the living room? I think the fold out chairs are in one of these boxes around here." her husband said as he started peering into the boxes around the kitchen floor. 

He squeezed her thigh spreading her legs wide in the process. She felt the cool air touch her still throbbing pussy and she gasped a little hopping up and bouncing her breasts gently beneath the t-shirt. They felt heavy and sensitive like overripe fruit. Her body really was confused today.

"Gotcha" said her husband lifting two armfuls of cheap plastic chairs they used for soccer games. They put the chairs in a circle around a partial six pack Charles had brought in from the refrigerator. The men began to talk. Her mind wandered reclining deeply into the low chair. She hadn't realized how quickly she had been drinking the second beer until it ran dry as she was tipping the bottle high with her lips stretched out. 

"Dayum! Thirsty? Here you go." said Charles standing next to her chair with a fresh beer held at his waist. 

"Oh, I better not, I'm already feeling pretty buzzed and it's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Don't you guys have other stuff to do today?"

"Nope." said Charles and Jake in unison.

"I kinda thought this would take all day." her husband said "So Charles and Jake have a free pass from their wives until at least 6. I think they'd rather sit around and drink a few beers than head home for chores. Besides babe, the work is done. Loosen up a little."

She took the beer and wondered how loose he wanted her to be. I've been working all day in front of his friends practically naked. She reached down and pulled at the hem of her boxer shorts sliding them down as far as she could to cover her thighs. 

"Hey, is that a rip in the carpet over there?" He said pointing to a shadow in the far edge of the room. 

Her husband knew how paranoid she was about leaving the apartment exactly as they had found it. The landlady had become a personal friend over the years and she wanted to do right by her. She rushed over to the corner, a little unsteadily. She was well on her way to drunk if she wasn't already there. Bending deeply at the waist she brought her nose inches from the spot

"I don't see anything?"

At just that moment she felt her shorts slip off and fall to the floor. Cat-calls and whistles erupted instantly. Her puffy lips where squeezed and framed by her upturned ass. The evidence of her unwilling hours long arousal glistened against the flushed pink skin. As she bent further to collect the shorts she exposed even more until even her tiny asshole came into view. She turned on her husband in a fury.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS!" she screamed. Her voice shrill.




Moving Day



I finally was able to buy my very first house. No more apartment living for me. My new house is on the outskirts of town. It is a cute little 2-bedroom home with a big yard and lots of trees. It is in the perfect place for me. I can't wait to get settled in. But first, I need to get all my stuff moved from my small apartment to my new home.

I managed to arrange a small army of friends to come over and help me pack up my apartment one day. And the next day, all the boxes and furniture were moved. I had several guys with pick-ups to haul all of the big stuff. All the cars were filled with boxes. It looked like a convoy going through town. It took half a day to haul all my stuff to my new home and get it all in the house. A few people had to leave after we got everything into the house, but most stayed to help put some of the things away. We were able to get half of my things put away before we decided that we were done for the day. We were all quite tired from the move and I had agreed to buy beer and pizza when we were done moving, as a thank you to everyone for their help. I gave one of the guys some money to get the beer and the pizza arrived not long after he came back. The TV was hooked up and the box of movies was located. We all agreed on a comedy, so we watched that as we ate.

Before long, the movie was over and everyone was getting ready to leave. I was thanking everyone for their help today. I would never have gotten everything moved without their help. James and Steven were the only ones who stuck around to help clean up the mess from our dinner. I thanked my two handsome guys for their help today with a peck on the cheek. I have never fooled around with either one of them, but I sure have thought about it though. They are both very muscular young men, I guess that's what happens when you work in construction. They are both around six feet tall and very fit. Damn, they were hot. 

I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I turned around, my two stud helpers were standing in the doorway looking at me. I was looking at them wondering what was going on. They both gave me a big smile; I couldn't stop the smile that graced my lips.

"Is there something going on here that I should be aware of?" I was wanting them to stay, but I didn't have the nerve to ask. I so want their hot bodies pressed hard against mine. But, I am not going to ask that either. 

The guys were looking at one another then they turned their attention to me. I should have been a little scared by this time, but I was kinda excited. I could feel my pussy throb a little at the prospect of what might happen here tonight. I happened to drag my eyes down the length of them both and I happened to notice that they had a little bit of a bulge in their jeans. Oh yeah, that was promising.

"We have noticed that you did not receive one 'home coming' gift yet. So we decided that we would give you on, if you want." James was the first to speak. He was speaking in a sensual husky tone with a very sexy smile across his lips. Oh my god he was sexy.

"We thought maybe you could have both of us, all to yourself, if you want us." Steven had a sensual husky voice as well. He was also sexy as hell. 

These two guys must have planned this out before hand. I have to admit that I was nervous at what they were implying. I have never been with two guys at the same time before. I am curious though. How could I deny my, now, throbbing pussy of the most pleasure that I could ever imagine. In addition, to have these two hot studs willing to give themselves to me for tonight was more than I could ever ask for.

"Let me get this straight, you two want to give yourselves to me tonight. As a gift?"

I must have looked like I was in shock for a moment before I smiled at them. 

"Yes," they said at the same time. They definitely decided this before hand. How could I deny these two sexy studs who wanted to ravage my body and give me immense pleasure?

They must have decided that I was game, because they both started walking towards me in a rather slow way. They stopped right in front of me. We were all smiling thinking about where this would lead. I raised my hands to touch there chests, they were so hard and solid that my breath caught in my throat, and a small moan rose from my throat. I know that they enjoyed my reaction to touching them. If their chests were this hard, what would the rest of their bodies looked like. I can't wait to find out. 

Steven was the first to touch me; he ran his hand up my arm slowly, from my wrist to my shoulder. It felt like electricity. Then James touched my cheek with the back of his hand. I tilted my face into his hand as I closed my eyes. It felt so good. I felt his hand on my right breast and his lips on my neck, with his other hand rubbing my back. It didn't take long before I felt Steven's hand on my left breast and his lips on the other side of my neck, with his hand on my ass. I moved my head back to let these gorgeous guys have full access to my neck. They were kissing, licking, and nibbling on my neck. It felt good to be in the middle of so much attention. My hands reached out to touch the bulge that had started in their jeans. Their hands were rubbing and squeezing my breasts, and it felt even better than I ever imagined. The hand that was on my right breast moved over to the buttons on my shirt, undoing them one by one in a leisurely fashion. When my shirt was open up to my hot studs, the hand that was unbuttoning my shirt returned to my breast. The lips that were on my left side abandoned my neck to move down my chest. My shirt seemed to just disappear and land on the floor behind me. Steven removed my bra in record time. I was impressed that his fingers didn't have any trouble; they were swift and controlled. I now had a pair of lips on each breast with two pairs of hands massaging my ass. I couldn't stop the moans that were escaping my mouth. My hands abandoned their encased cocks to hold their heads against my chest. My hips were moving at the same time, I was enjoying this treatment very much. One of my guys abandoned my left breast just long enough to remove his shirt. As soon as his lips returned to my hard nipple, my other breast was abandoned in the removal of another shirt. 

I opened my eyes to look at my 'house warming gifts.' Oh my god they were handsome. I have never seen a pair of rock hard bodies in my life. My pussy was throbbing so hard and my knees were getting weak from the sight that was before me. I could feel my nipples getting harder and I was starting to ache for more of their touch. I suggested that we go back to the bedroom so that we could be more comfortable. They agreed with me and I slipped my hands into waistband of their jeans and led the way back to my bedroom. They must have thought ahead because my bedroom was all set up. My bed was in place and made, along with everything put way. I think my bedroom is the only room in the house that has everything where it needs to go. When I stepped into my room, I just stopped and looked around. I was stunned at what they did.

"We hope you enjoy what we have done to your bedroom. We thought it might be very helpful to you to have at least this one room put together. We didn't want you to have to put this room together before you go to bed tonight." Steven said this while rubbing my hand that had a hold of his pants. 

I let go of their pants and turned around with a sexy smile on my face. They were smiling at me as well.



"You two had everything planned out, didn't you?" I don't know whether to be upset that they assumed that I would fuck them both tonight or to be glad that they thought of me enough to get my room finished for me.

"Well, we were hoping that you would be willing to allow us to fuck you tonight." James said this as he took a step forward then kissed my lips. My arms instantly wrapped around his neck and I pushed my body against his hard abs as his hands grabbed my hips pulling me towards his growing arousal. I felt Steven come around behind me and placed his lips on my neck, kissing and nibbling. His hands were on my ass. I felt like I was in heaven, it felt so good to have their hands and lips on my body. I was moaning my approval for what my guys were doing to me. I reached back with my right hand to touch Steven's cock. I was rubbing and squeezing his cock, he was growing hard as well, and the guttural growl that came out of his mouth was almost my undoing. I love to hear a man sigh, moan, and growl at what I am doing to him, now I have two men to provide me with the sounds that I crave.

I pushed back on James and slipped my hands to the waistband of his pants. I made quick work of the button and zipper. Slowly I slid down his pants and kneeled before him as I removed his pants. I was so encouraged by the look of the bulge in his boxers. I reached up my hands and cupped his growing cock, and after a small squeeze, I released his cock, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, and slowly pulled them down. It was almost like Christmas morning and getting to open a present. Then his growing arousal finally showed itself. Oh my, he was so hard and gorgeous, this cock before me was about 7 inches long and thick. I couldn't wait; I had to have a taste. I leaned in and let my tongue run over his mushroom head. I then licked down the under side of his cock and back up. I opened my mouth and took all of his gorgeous cock into my mouth. He let out a sound that was half moan and half growl as my mouth slid down his cock. He grabbed my hair and guided me along his length as I finished removing his boxers. My hands moved around his body to his ass. I didn't want to ignore my other guy, so reluctantly I pulled back and stood up. James started to slide his hand over his hard cock as I kissed him. 

I turned around to face Steven with a mischievous grin on my face. I could tell that he had been waiting patiently for me to get to him. I started by kissing his lips with the urgency that I was feeling, as my hands reached his pants. With nimble fingers, the button and zipper was released in short order. As I started to slide his pants down I dropped to my knees. Steven was also wearing boxers. Once they were removed, I raised my hands to cup Steven's growing arousal with a small squeeze. My hands reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock was also gorgeous and about 7 inches and thick. These two guys could be brothers; their cocks were similar in length and size. Just as before I let my tongue run over the head of this cock. My mouth opened and I took all of him in my mouth, and I heard him moan loudly. When I removed his boxers and I kept up my ministrations on his cock, as I gripped his ass. He had a hold of my hair guiding my mouth up and down on his cock. I didn't want James to think that I forgot about him, so I pulled back from Steven and stood up.

James turned me around and kissed me with such force that it took my breath away. His hands reached for my pants and the button and zipper was released quickly. He then pulled my pants down over my hips as he was kissing my nipples. Slowly his hands were sliding down my legs pushing my pants further towards the floor. He was kissing and licking down my body when he settled on the floor. It felt so good to have him giving my body such attention. Everywhere his lips touched felt like little ripples going through my body. Shawn was still behind me as he stepped forward to close the gap between us. His hands reached around me to take hold of my breasts. I moaned as my head fell back against his shoulder. Shawn brought his mouth to my shoulder as his hands were giving my breasts some much needed attention. He was rubbing, and squeezing my breasts, and rolling my nipples between his fingers then pulling. I thought I was going to loose it right then. James had removed my pants and was in the process of ridding me of my panties. His hand lingered over my mound, touching me lightly, running his fingers over my slit. I heard him moan as he found my panties were soaking wet, I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. His fingers moved to my waist to slowly remove my panties from my body, and they revealed to him a clean-shaven mound. He stopped moving when my panties were half way down my thighs. I felt his warm breath on my mound as his tongue came out to touch me. His tongue darted into my slit and touched my clit and my legs almost gave out. If Steven didn't have his hands around me, I might have fallen to the floor. That little touch sent shock waves through my entire body, and I was not able to control the sound that came from out of my mouth. Steven's arms tightened around my body to hold me up. James eased my panties to the floor as I stepped out of them. He eased up on his teasing of my clit and started to stand up, kissing his way up my body. Then he kissed my mouth with such urgency. 

My two hot studs stopped fondling me and Steven came around to the front of me. They were staring at my naked body as I was gazing upon theirs. They were so very sexy and fit, damn they were gorgeous. I have never seen a man that looked as good as these two did. I don't consider myself a 10 on anyone's scale, but I do take care of myself. I was not self-conscience about my body, at least not at this moment. I was so hot and ready for these two guys that I could feel my body responding in ways that I have never felt before. We didn't gaze upon each other for too long. Steven took my hand and led me to the bed and laid me down as he climbed on the bed with me, he settled himself between my legs. As his eyes took in my shaved mound, he had a dreamy look on his face. I knew that he was wanting to eat my pussy as much as I was wanting him to. I couldn't help but moving my hips in anticipation of what he was going to do. His hands started at my breast with his lips sucking on my nipples. I arched my back and moaned as I grabbed his head and pulled him closer. I could feel his moan reverberate through by chest. He moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Then slowly he moved down my body with his tongue, licking and kissing all the way. He finally reached my clean-shaven mound and lavished his attention there. His tongue touched my lips that surrounded my most private area that was throbbing with such force; I don't know how I was able to hold out this long. While Steven was licking my clit, my hips were moving trying to get more of me into his mouth. 

James came over to the bed; he stood there looking at me while stroking his beautiful cock. I noticed him smile at me as he moved closer to me. He climbed on my bed as well, right next to my head so that I could suck his cock. I had a mouth on my pussy and a cock in my mouth. What more could a girl ask for. I was feeling so good at this point, my body was experiencing the most intense passion it has ever known, and we were just getting started. I opened my mouth for Steven and he placed his beautiful cock into my mouth. I have always liked to suck cock, almost as much as having my pussy licked. We were all moaning loudly with all the pleasure that we were all experiencing. I was watching Steven as I was sucking on his cock. He had his hand on the headboard and he would occasionally watch me.

James was so very good to my pussy. His mouth was sucking on my clit as his fingers were thrusting in and out of my pussy. It didn't take me long before I lost control. The orgasm that washed over me was incredible; I couldn't contain my scream as I rode out my orgasm. James didn't let up until I finally came off my high. 

"Oh damn, that was good." Was all I could say. 

"I am so glad that I could be of service." James had a very pleased look on his face.

Steven was still kneeling by my head as I took his cock into my mouth again for a couple minutes. My guys decided that they were going to trade places. So, Steven and James got off the bed and switched positions. Steven was kneeling between my legs, and took his time as he was running his hands over my naked body. That felt so good to have his hands on me. He then started in on my pussy, licking my slit and sucking on my clit. It was absolutely incredible. He was taking it easy on me because I was a bit sensitive from my recent orgasm. James came up onto the bed next to my head, and again I opened my mouth to take his beautiful cock into my mouth. I wanted to make him cum into my mouth, so I stepped up my efforts. It didn't take too long before James lost his control. His orgasm hit him in a fierce wave. I felt rope after rope of cum shoot down my throat until he was spent. I made sure to get every last drop of his cum. I have a fetish for soft cock, after his load is gone. I like how it feels in my mouth and how pliable it is. I was getting as much more noise out of him as I was before he sent his load down my throat. I enjoy giving that much intense pleasure to my partner. 

James must have decided that he'd had enough; he leaned over me and slowly pushed his cock into my pussy. Oh damn, that felt so good. We both moaned as his cock slid all the way inside me. As he stopped, we reveled in the feeling of his cock in my pussy. Slowly he started to thrust in and out of me. Gradually his pace increased, I was grinding my hips into his while trying to keep the rhythm that he set. I was getting close to my second orgasm, and before I had a chance to think about it much, James' pace was almost frantic as his orgasm took him in full force. I followed with my own, and we rode out our release together, grabbing and clawing at each other. When we came off our high, James collapsed on top on me, and we were trying hard to catch our breath. By the time that James rolled off of me, Steven was stroking his cock again; I think he may have enjoyed the show.

We all laid on my bed trying to get our bearings back. I had a gorgeous man on each side of me. Their hands were rubbing my body as I was fondling their cocks. 

"Well, I thank you two guys for the gift. That was so good." I couldn't think of anything else to say to them. 

"Babe, we're not done yet. There is one more thing that we want to try. If you're game." James still has a sexy tone in his voice.

"What did you two have in mind?" I was almost dumbfounded. What more could there be?

"Well, we don't know exactly what you like, or, are willing to let us do. We are wanting to fill you up completely. One cock in your pussy and the other in your ass, if it's okay with you." Steven sounded a little worried that I might not go along with their plan. I don't know how long they have been working on this.

"I have never been with two guys at the same time, and I really am enjoying the two of you. I like having my pussy filled and my ass, but I have not had the pleasure of both at the same time. I guess that I could give it a try, you never know till you try it, right?"

I looked at my two handsome guys and decided that they were in the height of their glory. This was definitely something that they really wanted to do.

Steven grabbed me and pulled me over on top him. He started to rub my clit with his cock, then he placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slowly pulled my hips down onto his cock. 

"Damn, that feels good." I was loving the feeling of Steven's cock in me.

James got up and came around behind me, and with a lubed up cock he started to push into my ass. He had a hold of my hips and was pushing slowly. It seemed to take a couple minutes, and finally I felt his whole length inside me. He stopped when his balls touched my body. We were all making sounds that didn't quite seem natural; it felt too good to be true. It took a minute before my guys started to move in and out of me. It didn't take long before they found a rhythm that worked for them. I never imagined that I could feel so full and so content. It was a little tight, but I do enjoy a little discomfort during sex, it adds to the whole experience, and has provided me with some extraordinary orgasms. I was starting to look forward to this one. James had his hands on my ass, and Steven had his on my breasts. Their movements were starting to get a little faster, I think they were getting close, as am I. We could not control the sounds that came out of our mouths, and we didn't even try. Before long, we all lost our composure as we all hit our orgasm at the same time. The guys were grunting through theirs and I was screaming through mine. This was the most intense orgasm that I have ever experienced and it seemed to last forever. I had to tell them not to stop because I was not done yet. When my body finally came off my high, I fell onto Steven. They were still inside me, but not moving, they were relishing in the feel of having their cocks in a tight space. When they moved out of my pussy and my ass, they moved slowly, so they would not cause me any discomfort. James pulled out first and lay down on the bed. I finally rolled off Steven, and lay down between my guys again.




Moving Day



"Damn, guys. That was incredible. Where did you two learn how to do that?" I couldn't even begin to fathom that I could feel this good.

"Well babe, we have never done that before either. We figured that you never had a threesome before. We have shared girlfriends before, but not at the same time. So, we decided that we might like to give it a try, if you were up for it of course. When you asked us to help you move, we thought that this might be a first for all of us."

"I don't know what to say, except, you two can come back any time."



Moving Day



His name was Liam; he was your average nice guy in his early twenties with awesome hair. She was a busty quiet long haired blonde; her skin was soft and smooth without a single blemish. Her name was Stacey; she had just moved into her new place, it was an averagely sized apartment, and being close friends she had invited Liam over for a drink. They had been friends for many years and hung out a lot. They had both gone to college together but Stacey had gone to university where as Liam had gone straight into work, and was now managing a small mechanics. They had both been very busy, but kept in contact as often as they could. Stacey had just finished university and had landed herself a job as a teleprompter on a local news channel; this was the reason she had had to move.

Stacey had decided not to make Liam help her put her stuff away, even though he had offered, so instead they laid on the floor of her undecorated living room, using bags of clothes as pillows, watching some crappy film, drinking room temperature cider and eating takeaway pizza for tea. The light outside was getting darker; they had been drinking casually for a few hours now and were beginning to succumb to the effects of the alcohol. They had already watched a few films and had not long put on another. They were both comfortable enough with each other to be laid side by side. She rested her hand on him, as the film played out her hand began to inch closer across his chest, running under his shirt. The alcohol relaxing her a little bit and letting her throw caution to the wind. His heart began racing as she slipped a couple of fingers between his shirt buttons making contact with his skin. She shifted position and moved her head onto his chest;

"Why is your heart so fast?" she asked.

"I don't know." he said, knowing exactly why and becoming very aware of how nervous he was beginning to get.

There had been sexual tension between them for a while, and there where a few times in which they had sent erotic texts to one another, and even cheekily flashed each other over webcam. But there had never been actual body contact between the two. He had wanted her for ages but was unsure whether or not to make a move encase the virtual sex was just a casual thing that would always stay virtual.

She unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hand inside, stroking his torso lightly with the tips of her fingers. Her hand was slightly cool against him, but he didn't mind, he enjoyed being stroked;

"What are you doing?" he said light heartedly

"Nothing...." she replied softly, a smile on her face.

She looked up at him and him down at her. He could feel the heat of her breath as they inched closer to each other. As their lips came within millimetres of each other they paused, looking deep into each others eyes. He turned on his side to face her, as they lay side by side he began to let his hands wander up under her t-shirt, her body was warm and inviting. He slid his hands down her back and under her trousers, and as he did, he felt goose pimples flush down her back with excitement.

She pulled his body close into hers, keeping their eyes locked and their lips barely brushing. His cock was beginning to grow hard in his jeans, he tried his best to keep it as a semi, not wanting to seem over eager and trying to play it cool. As their lips kept brushing he could feel how soft they were, he wanted to lock tongues with her more and more with each passing second but neither of them gave in and continued to tease each other. She swung a leg over and straddled him; sitting up and swiftly taking off her top, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. As she did, she teased him, making sure not to let her breasts fall out straight away. He ran his hands up her waist, feeling her smooth soft skin. She let his hands get under her bra. He felt her nipples harden instantly on his finger tips and he watched a smile grow across her face. Having known what she was into through their virtual encounters, his fingers held onto her nipples, squeezing them tighter and pulling her towards him, she let out a moan just as their lips met and his cock went from semi to solid. They began to kiss wildly as if something had taken a hold of them both, his hands ran over her entire body, wanting to touch every inch of her as she forcefully grinded on his hard cock.

Liam ran his hands over her back as they kissed and grinded against each other. He watched as her perfect tits swayed as they moved, he held her tits to his mouth and sucked and kissed at her nipples. He pressed his face firmly into her cleavage; she squeezed her ample breasts around him. She had done this before jokingly but always clothed, this time was much better she thought. As he removed his face she sat up and sucked on her nipples, she looked into his eyes; his gaze was fixed on her mouth sucking hard on her nipples. He had asked her to do this on cam before but she had always refused and never given a reason why, if he were to come on her tonight, he would definitely want her knelt down doing this in front of him as he came. Liam wanted her more and more as he watched her lick and suck on herself, the popping noise of each nipple breaking suction from her lips every now and then was a major turn on.

She could feel Liam's cock swollen as if it were about to burst out of his jeans, she rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and kissed at his neck, working her way down and rubbing her crotch against his leg as she went further and further down, caressing him and kissing every inch as if she had wanted his body for years and had finally been given it. As she reached his jeans, she grabbed his cock firmly, her pussy so wet that she was sure it was going to soak through her jeans.

Stacey undid his belt, her eyes widening at the idea of his engorged cock in her mouth. He stopped her just as she was about to unbutton his jeans. He pushed her back and got above her, it was his turn to work his way down her. He pinned her arms back above her head as he kissed her, it seemed to work as her breathing became a lot deeper, her eyes swam with a fierce passion as he began working the tip of his tongue across her body. He let her arms go as he cupped her perfect breasts, she kept her arms back, letting him have free reign of her smooth body. As he massaged and squeezed them, he worked his tongue over her nipples, sucking on them, catching his teeth every now and then, making her moan and thrust her hips up in hopes of rubbing her clit against him.

He undid her trousers and slid them off, casting them on the floor and keeping her underwear on. It was a deep red pair of lace French knickers. He could see her smooth wet pussy through the lace. He started to kiss gently up her legs, slowly working his way to her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her crotch. Her eyes had rolled back in her skull; she needed him to eat her pussy. Her wish was soon to be granted as his tongue traced the edges of her underwear, he licked lightly, breathing heavily on her. He slid them to one side and grazed her lips with the tip of his tongue. She let out a loud moan, and he slid her underwear off.

She lifted her head and watched him as the flat of his tongue made contact with the bottom of her dripping pussy, sweeping slowly up and over her clit. The view turned her on even more; she had never thought she could be so aroused with anyone until now. She tasted sweet just as Liam had imagined, the sound of her moaning and her taste drove him wild, he slid his hands under her ass and grabbed it tight, pulling her swelling clit into his mouth, his tongue wildly running over it as he kept a slight suction with his mouth. The more he licked at her pussy the more she moaned, she began to gyrate against him, her hands played over her solid nipples, she pulled hard on them moaning loud, her back arching as he sucked harder on her pussy, his tongue not letting up on her clit. Her hands grabbed his head, holding onto his hair tightly as her pussy dripped more and more.

Suddenly she pulled him up so they were face to face, his cock was rock solid. She kept her left hand behind his head as she kissed him passionately, tasting her juices in his mouth, she had never done that before and the kinkiness of it turned her on even more.

"Oh my god this is so hot!" she gasped in between kissing.

She reached down with her other hand as they kissed, straight under his trousers and boxers, grabbing the shaft of his cock tightly. Liam was so turned on that he was surprised he hadn't accidently shot his load already, he had played out fantasies with Stacey in his head a million times before, he knew exactly what he wanted to happen, however it was not playing out how he imagined, and this made it even more exciting. She let go of his shaft and clasped her fingers around his balls, feeling how tight they were, massaging them gently. Her left hand had subconsciously found its way from Liam's head to her clit and was rubbing furiously at it. The hand on his balls had moved back to his shaft, and was making long smooth firm strokes. He could feel his cock throbbing in Stacey's hands, he thrust into her strokes, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to make it easier for both of them.

Stacey began to moan louder and louder as they kissed. She stopped and whispered heavily in his ear;

"Oohh.. shit.. eat my pussy!"

She hurriedly let go of his cock, her hands on his shoulders pushing him down to her clit, not that he needed any help and was quickly back with his mouth covering her wet pussy and his tongue spiralling around her swollen clit. He started to slowly slide a finger deep into her, it did the trick and was exactly what she needed as she pressed herself down onto it taking it all, sending her pussy into spasm as the combination of the oral and impact on her g-spot made her cum hard. Her legs clamped against the sides of Liam's head as her orgasm sent her grinding on his mouth. He could not believe he was making Stacey come in person; he had wanted this so badly for a long time. His cock was craving to be inside her, and the thought of filling her drove him to keep licking faster and faster sending her into a whirlwind of pleasure. 

Her legs relaxed and she subsided, Liam slowed his pace and softened his tongue around her twitching pussy. Her clit was so sensitive that Liam's gentle kisses were almost too much. She sat up, as did he, she placed her hand under his chin, wanting to taste her juices from him again and show him how dirty she would be for him.

After a few minutes, she stopped kissing him;

"Do you wanna come in my mouth?"

"Yeah!" he replied eagerly, not bothered what hole he filled, as long as he could feel himself inside her;

"....What about my throat?" she asked cheekily.

They had spoken before about how she'd always wanted to get throat fucked with her head off the edge of a bed but had never found anyone she wanted to do it with.

Liam's cock pulsed at the thought. She grabbed him and kissed him as they both stood up, kissing and making their way clumsily through the apartment, pushing each other up against walls. Her pussy was still wet and her clit had settled enough that she was able to let Liam work his fingers over it.

They reached the bedroom, there were boxes all over still and no bedding had been put on the bed yet. She rushed off onto the bed when they reached the door, lying with her head off the end of the bed, her hair cascading to the floor, her eyes looking at Liam. The sight drove him wild, Stacey was completely naked laid out for him, her legs spread and bent at the knee, her soft tits topped with hard nipples rising and falling with her deep breathing. The only thing he couldn't see was her pussy as it was already covered by her fingers, one hand spreading her lips, the other rubbing slowly around her clit.

He dropped his trousers and his boxers, his cock standing hard to attention. Stacey bit her bottom lip as he walked to the edge of the bed, her mouth watered at the sight of his cock. As he neared her she rubbed her clit faster and faster. He stopped with his cock just before her mouth, Stacey's heart raced as she looked up and down the thick shaft and at his balls; she edged her tongue from her mouth and licked the tip of his cock gently. Her eyes rolled back as she sucked the tip;

"Oh my god, your cock tastes so good!"

She sucked on the head again, her mouth providing plenty of lubricant. He ran his hands over her breasts, keeping her nipples between his fingers as he started to slowly thrust in her mouth, he kept it shallow at first, not wanting to put her off, even though he wanted to go balls deep in her throat. Little did he know though, that so did she. She moved her head with the thrusts trying to take it deeper.

She pushed him off, "I'll stop you when you go too far, but don't be too rough," she licked the tip of his cock again "...yet."

She closed her eyes as she played with her clit, keeping her mouth open for him. He couldn't believe his ears; he didn't know whether he'd get his cock down her throat it was so hard. He grabbed hold of her soft breasts and began thrusting again, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, Stacey moaned more onto his cock with each thrust. It started to hit her gag reflex, but she relaxed and let him continue, his hard cock filled out her mouth more and more. She had never had a cock taste as nice as his and imagined herself sucking his cock all day and how much she'd enjoy it. She was drooling so much as he thrust against her gag reflex; his cock was shiny with her spit. This was the sloppiest blowjob he had ever had and he loved every second.

The very tip of his cock was entering throat now, he'd been a little gentler than she had wanted, but it allowed her to enjoy the taste more. She could feel him tense with each thrust. Liam knew she was enjoying this as he watched her play with her dripping pussy. He thrust deep filling Stacey's throat, he held it there looking at her throat swell. She pushed him back gasping for air;

"Fuck! Do it again!"

She took a deep breath and took his cock back in her mouth, he went balls deep again. Her throat was tight around his cock; he started to fuck it slowly, keeping her throat blocked with his throbbing cock. This was far better than he had ever imagined. He could feel Stacey's saliva spill down her face with each time his balls reached her face. He gripped tighter on her breasts as she moaned more and more, he could see his cock filling and moving in her throat with each thrust.

He grabbed her head and placed a hand over her throat, being able to feel how much he was filling her turned him on more than ever and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he shot his load straight into her stomach. As Liam rested his hand on her throat Stacey knew that this was turning him on. She pushed him out, took another deep breath and took him straight back in, she placed one of her hands upon the one he had over her neck and squeezed his hand slightly. He got the message and squeezed gently around her neck, her throat tightened around his cock. Stacey was moaning very loud now and beginning to arch, she loved the feeling of being dominated and wanted him to ruin her with his fat cock. He knew she was going to come again and that so was he, he let go of her throat and started to thrust deep and fast, his hands reached for her breasts, grabbing them hard, then running over her nipples with his fingers, pulling and twisting them hard. Stacey started to come as hard as she had done previously and Liam felt his load surge through his cock. She reached a hand to Liam's ass and pulled him towards her, keeping his cock deep in her throat, blocking her throat completely as her legs shut tight once more, Liam's hot load streamed down her throat and spit poured down his cock and over Stacey's face.

He slowly pulled out and tried to move away, but Stacey grabbed his ass with both hands and kept him within sucking reach, she never usually liked the taste of come, but this time was different, and she wanted every last drop, she sucked gently at his pulsing cock, grabbing the shaft tightly, squeezing out the last of his come into her mouth. She licked and kissed gently at it as the two said nothing and Liam stroked her head.

Stacey got up as Liam sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. As she walked to the bathroom, thinking about how much more she wanted to do with him, she turned to him and said; 

"Way better than texting!" she exclaimed.

Liam sat on the edge of the bed, his cock was still hard for Stacey, he wanted more of her, and she did of him. She wanted him to fuck her hard from behind in the shower. She called to him as she took some shower gel out from one of the small boxes in the bathroom, it was filled with all sorts of lotions and soaps, but she went for a lime shower gel that said it was extra bubbly.

"Can you pass me a towel please? There should be one in the bag near the desk."

She ran the shower as Liam searched for a towel; she could feel her pussy getting wet already. The water heated quickly and was at the perfect temperature as Liam put his arm through the door, he was holding her towel for her, she took it from him, and at the same time took his hand and led him into the bathroom. They were both still stood naked. He could see all sides of her as she stood with her back to the mirror, her shapely ass was perfect. Stacey looked down at Liam's solid cock as it pointed up at her, she smiled cheekily.

"You can use that to wash me."

As the two kissed gently, their hands together, she let him walk her backwards into the shower. The shower was a small cubicle, and it meant that the two were unable to avoid body contact. Liam's cock pulsed against Stacey as her breasts pressed against him. The water poured over their bodies heating the two as they held each other kissing passionately. Stacey took the shower gel and poured some into her hand; she placed it straight onto Liam's cock and began stroking it slowly.

"We best make sure you've got enough soap on it first though." she said firmly holding on.

Bubbles began to form almost instantly and Liam grabbed hold of her tight ass with both hands pulling her towards him. She lathered up his cock more and more then dropped to her knees, just out of the main spray from the shower, and started working her hands on both his cock and balls. She twisted her hand around his shaft with each long slow stroke. Liam's eyes were rolling back; this was the most luxurious hand job he had ever gotten. She stopped and Liam looked down to see why she had stopped. She was looking up at him, running her soapy hands all over her tits, massaging them and squeezing them for him. She grabbed the shower gel and poured copious amounts onto her already lathered tits. She rubbed them together making even more bubbles form, her hands slid across her breasts as she played. Liam watched excitedly as she moved her chest close to his cock and placed it in between her foaming tits.

They seemed unbelievably soft with all of the bubbles as she made her tits glide around his cock. She had clamped her breasts tight around his cock and kept her nipples exposed between her fingers, she loved the feeling of them slipping over Liam's body as she moved. Liam began to move off his own accord letting Stacey remain still on her knees, squeezing her tits together and staring down at his juicy cock as he thrust. She could feel herself getting more and more turned on as his cock emerged and disappeared between her tits, hitting her chin with each thrust. She wiped the soap from the head of his cock, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue; she caught his cock in her mouth briefly before it went again, and then returned. The soapy taste was unpleasant on her tongue but soon passed and she began to enjoy the natural taste of Liam's cock again, her tongue played about on the tip with each thrust driving both of them wild with excitement.




Moving Day



Liam stopped and stood her up in the shower; he kissed her and held her arms behind her back. Quickly he turned her around and pressed her up against the tiles. Stacey slid a little on the wet surface as he held her there kissing her neck, reaching round and rubbing his fingers over her soapy clit. She could feel his hard rod pushed between her ass cheeks as he began to grind himself against her. Stacey desperately wanted his cock inside her and stuck her ass back into his crotch. Liam dutifully moved his cock swiftly up inside Stacey's wet pussy with one quick movement. A sharp gasp escaped her as he filled her up in an instant, her pussy was so tight around his thick solid cock that it had taken her by surprise and stung a little, this soon subsided though into a long moan of pleasure as Liam thrust into her again, this time her pussy graciously excepting his cock;

"Your pussy's so fucking tight!" he said eagerly as he thrust into her again and again.

Her pussy was wrapped tight around his cock with every single stroke, not letting up as he thrust harder and harder. Stacey was unable to say a word as she gasped quickly and quietly in unrelenting pleasure with every thrust; he was filling her up and stretching her out unlike anything before. She had been single for a while and was so used to just using vibrators on herself that her pussy had tightened up without her knowing, at this minute in time she was very glad of it as her head reeled in pleasure.

Liam fucked her harder and harder still as Stacey's gasps turned into moans that were becoming more audible with every deep blow. Liam's fingers were making quick circles around her clit as he pounded her pussy over and over but it wasn't quick enough or hard enough, Stacey moved her hand over her clit and furiously rubbed at herself harder than she had done in a long while. She grabbed Liam's hand and placed his fingers in her mouth, she sucked on them hungrily pretending she had his cock in her mouth again, she definitely wanted it in after this. The thought of tasting her juices again brought her closer to orgasm, she took his fingers into her throat, almost swallowing his hand as he fucked her senseless. She was so close to coming now that it was almost unbearable for her, she felt like she was going to explode all over his cock with every single thrust. The sight of Stacey's ass bouncing with each impact made Liam's cock fit to burst and the sound of their wet bodies hitting together and getting louder drove them both wild.

His fingers left her sloppy throat but remained in her mouth;

"Harder!" she gasped.

Liam knew she was very close to coming, and also knew that he was too. He was fucking her hard as it was but knew that she wanted him to pull out all the stops this time. His fingers fish hooked the side of her mouth as he began to fuck Stacey harder than ever up against the wall, her moans were now so loud that they were echoing through her apartment. Liam pulled her head back as she stuck her ass out against him, her pussy had started to loosen a little from the unrelenting force and size of Liam's cock but was rapidly tightening back up as she began to come on it;

"Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed.

"Oh shit I'm gonna come!" he said as his cock ploughed deep into her pussy.

That was all Stacey needed to hear to make her come, her pussy clenched hard around his shaft, she went silent and seized up for a second as if the wind had been knocked out of her, her only movement coming from her hand that was on her clit and the only sound coming from Liam's heavy breathing and Stacey's wet ass being slapped with each of Liam's thrusts. This was then broken by her screaming orgasm;

"FUUCKKK!!"

She slammed herself back onto Liam's cock, her pussy squeezed tight around it as he shot his load deep inside her, she pressed herself there for a second on the final edge of her orgasm, but the sound of Liam coming inside her and the firm grip he had placed on her waist made her keep coming, her pussy compressed down onto his cock so hard that his come was pushed out around his shaft and as her orgasm surged it got tighter and his cock was pushed out as she squirted over the shower floor in a final eruption of ecstasy. Her legs shook as she slid to the shower floor; Liam leaned back against the glass door and rested his head, letting his eyes roll back as his cock twitched.

Stacey turned off the shower quickly so as not to wash anything from Liam's cock, she then knelt up and gave it one last slow and gentle suck from the base to its head making his whole body shake a little. Standing up, the two stood in each other's arms breathless and exhausted before she said;

"I think you should ruin me again tomorrow."



Moving Day



I hadn't seen him since high school.

His hair was a little shorter than I remembered, but still fell over his shoulders in light brown waves. A mutual friend had invited us for the weekend to help her move. I didn't really consider the fact that other people may be there, especially someone that I once knew. Luckily, my personality had become much more social since my teenage years.

"Hey, Blake, long time no see." I tapped him on the shoulder as he stood with his back to me in the back bedroom, surveying the amount of boxes left to be carried out. He turned & faced me, his look of confusion quickly turning to an excited smile.

"Scarlette! Wow!" He looked me up and down before leaning in for a hug. "I haven't seen you in years, you're right! How did you know it was me? You look great, by the way."

I looked down at my feet as he released me from our hug, attempting to hide my blushing cheeks. 

"You're looking good yourself! Sara told me you were coming. I know you guys have been close for years, but her and I didn't really start hanging out until after high school." He piled a box on top of another one and bent down to pick them both up. 

"Makes sense. Want to help me carry these to the car?" I nodded and reached for the top box as he turned away from me.

"Oh no, I've got these. Just grab any of the ones on the floor." He walked out of the room, and I was left visibly impressed by his strength. Not that he was a weak looking guy, but he was tall and slender. I didn't expect him to be able to lift such heavy looking boxes with such ease. I grabbed a box and followed him down the hall.

Sara was at the car, organizing the boxes in such a way that she'd kick anyone's ass if it was a Tetris game.

"You're not even gonna need a second trip." I laughed as I set the box into her station wagon's trunk.

"That's the goal! I see you guys have reaquainted?" She slapped her hands together to brush off the dust and looked at us.

"Yeah! It's nice to see each other again." I said, smiling at Blake. He smiled back.

"Good. Now, there's not going to be enough room in the car for anyone but me, & when I get to the house, I have to get dinner with Austin's parents. Would you guys be cool just hanging out here until I get back?" I looked over at Blake, who shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm fine with that. I'm sure we can find stuff to do." His voice hadn't changed from a normal conversational tone when he said it, but I felt there was bad intent in his words. I glanced over at him and he smirked. Definitely bad intent.

Sara grabbed her purse and handed me thirty dollars.

"Thanks for coming for the weekend. Go order pizza or something. There's some beer left in the fridge, but only a couple, might need to get more. There's a liquor store on the corner about two blocks down. You saw that coming here, right Scar?"

I took the money and nodded.

"Cool. I'm gonna head out. I have to get to thes before six and it's almost five now. Are you guys sure it's not awkward to leave you alone?" She looked nervously at both of us. I laughed.

"I know him enough. Besides, we both have our cars. If we really didn't want to hang out, one of us could just leave." She leaned in to hug me.

"True. Okay. Text me if you need anything, okay? The couch is still in the living room & my futon is still in my bedroom. We'll get some of that big stuff tomorrow. I'll be back later." We waved goodbye as she drove away.

"Well. Dinner?" I held up the money and smiled like a kid who's parents had just left her alone for the weekend.

"I'll drive." I giggled & followed him to the back of the house, where a beautiful motorcycle was sitting. 

"Is...is that yours?" He grabbed a helmet off the seat and handed it to me, laughing with pride.

"Yes she is! Like it?" He mounted the bike and revved it up. "Get on." He put his helmet on. He didn't have to ask me twice. I quickly straddled the seat behind him, thankful for this chance to get close. I put my arms around him and he kicked the stand up.One foot still on the ground, he grabbed my hands and pulled them forward, tightening my grasp and pressing my chest against his back. The sun was still out and the seat was hot, as was I. I could tell the ride would be sweaty.

As we started driving, the breeze from the movement felt amazing. I leaned my head gently against his back and closed my eyes, relaxing into him. I could feel his arms flexing ashe moved them during turns. He was probably pretty muscular under his clothes, I could feel it.

We stopped at a local burger joint to get some cheap dinner & catch up from the last few years. To my surprise, he owned his own bar.

"How did you manage that at 25?!" I asked.

"Hah, I started working there right out of high school. The owner always thought of me like the son he never had. His health problems were getting worse and he wanted to retire. The bar was too much stress for him, and he left it to me." I nodded, proud of his luck.

"That's awesome. I just do boring receptionist work..." He laughed.

"Well, I guess you just need to have some fun this weekend, then."

"Guess so." I did my best to give him bedroom eyes. I'd never been great at that, but hopefully he'd see my meaning.

"Shall we get more to drink & head back? It'll be dark soon." I looked at the horizon to see the sun beginning to set. We got back on the bike & stopped at the corner liquor store Sara had mentioned. 

"What do you like?" Blake asked as we perused the shelves of liquor.

"I'll drink really anything. How about you?" He stopped in front of the section of rum.

"I'm a big Captain fan. I guess I've just been drinking it for so long. But Sara has some Coke in her fridge, so we can use that as a mixer." I stared at the bottles for a moment. Every kind of liquor has it's effect on me. Rum was the one that typical made me...handsy. No matter the mood I'm in before drinking rum, you can bet I'll be flirty & happy as hell afterwards.

"Is that okay with you? Or we can get something else?" He started to put the bottle back.

"Oh! No, that's totally fine with me. I love rum." I reached for his wrist to stop him from setting it down. 

"Well, someone likes her liquor." Suddenly, my face burned in shyness and I released my hand from his wrist.

"I just didn't want you to think I didn't want it." I bit my lip, realizing he could definitely take what I had just said in a very different way.

"Don't worry, I know you do." He winked and turned towards the register. I followed him. Did he mean the alcohol or something else? I felt a fluttering nervousness in my stomach and hoped it was the latter.

The drive back was just as relaxing & cooling as the drive out. The sun was almost down when we reached Sara's house. Her house was almost completely empty, and it felt strange. I hadn't often been there, since she had moved to be closer to her boyfriend. But after proposing, they decided to move in together. I looked around the room and smiled. She had really gotten lucky meeting Austin. The place was nice, but Austin's was much better. It would be a good starter house for someone else. Blake interrupted my thoughts by handing me a glass and sitting next to me on the couch.

"How is it?" I took a sip and nodded. 

"I can taste the rum, but it's not ridiculously strong." I took another drink. 

"Good." He took a drink from his, and I realized he was sitting much closer than necessary to me. One glass may end up being all I ever need in situations like that one--my inhibitions lowered with every drink. A couple hours passed, and we told each other funny stories and reminisced about high school. I finished my second glass and since I had spaced my drinks out, I was feeling pretty tipsy, but not drunk. I was happy for not getting carried away, and rewarded myself by accepting Blake's offer to make me another one. While he was in the kitchen making our drinks, I walked into Sara's room. There were a few boxes on the floor yet, and her futon against the wall. Her bedroom was the smallest room in the house, but it was cozy. I opened the first box I saw & began looking through her books. To my delight, I found our junior yearbook. I flipped through the pages and found myself. I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Blake had come up over my shoulder, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. I jumped in surprise.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't hear you walk in." He put his arm around the front of my chest to hand me a drink. 

"That's because you were laughing. Is that a yearbook?!" His chin was almost resting on my shoulder now. I felt my breathing become heavier as I felt more turned on, a mixture of him standing so close and the alcohol.

"Yeah, that's me." I pointed myself out. 

"Wow." It was all he said, and then he was quiet. I turned around and slapped his arm playfully.

"What does that mean?!" I laughed.

"I just mean, wow, you look different. Good different, though. You really grew up." His eyes were dark now, and he was studying my body. In my picture, I had very dark, short hair, as I dyed it a lot. After graduation, I let it grow out naturally to its natural lighter brown, down past my chest. Though I was always slim, my face had lost its baby weight since then, and I knew how to dress and apply makeup a lot better than I did at seventeen.

"I would hope so, it's been like, almost ten years. You look pretty different, too!" I paged through the book to find his picture. I looked at it and then at him. In high school, his hair was a little scruffy, yet short. He had braces and wore a lot of skateboarding shirts. Now, his hair was damn near longer than mine, which he kept in a tidy ponytail, he had lost the braces, and his body was that of a man's. He was no longer the tall, lanky kid he was back then.

"I used to have such a crush on you in high school." I covered my mouth, surprised that I would say such a thing, even with alcohol coursing through my veins.

"Oh really?" He set his glass down on the floor and reached for the book. "I am pretty different now than I was back then. I look like a different person. So, if you liked this kid, you must not like my look now."

"I think I look better now than I did in high school." I took another sip.

"You do." He responded, almost before I finished speaking.

"So do you." He looked up and flashed me that devilish smirk he was always so good at. He reached for my glass & set it next to his. He walked towards me and took my face in both of his hands, pressing his lips against mine. My eyes were still open in shock for several moments, before I finally closed them & went along with it. He pushed my lips apart with his tongue, swirling it around mine. I took my chance & reached my fingers into his beautiful hair. I pulled it out of it's neat ponytail and let it fall over his shoulders. It was more full and soft than mine! I almost couldn't bring myself to touch anything else. But then he reached for my shirt & pulled it over my head, and then took his off. He definitely wasn't the same young skinny kid he used to be. He wasn't ripped, but his body was great to look at. He stayed in shape, for sure, just like I thought. I grabbed both of his hip bones with my hands and massaged them. He grabbed me by my neck & the small of my back & began to kiss me again. His hands were big, and they were everywhere. He unclasped my bra and let it fall between us. He grabbed one of my boobs in his hand and used the other to unbutton my shorts. He really knew how to multi-task. 

I stepped out of my shorts & unbuttoned his jeans. As I did, he pushed me back by my shoulders and just stared at my body.

"Damn. You really grew up." He stood in front of me in just boxers, and judging from what I could see from the outside, I didn't want him to be wearing them anymore.I leaned forward and pulled his boxers down, causing his penis to spring up out of them.

"So did you." I smiled, grabbing a handful of him. He kissed me again, pushing me backwards until the futon caused me to stop. He grabbed me by my hips and turned me around so that my back was to him. He pushed me onto the futon, and I kneeled on it, holding the back of the frame to keep myself upright. He pushed the top of my back down to get me at a better angle, and literally ripped my thong off. 

"Sorry about that." I turned my head to face him.

"You don't sound sorry." He guided himself to where he needed to be.

"I'm not." He said as he slammed into me. I dropped my head down and squeezed the frame as he pulled out of me and slammed back in, again and again. The roughness felt great in my slightly-intoxicated state. I moaned in pleasure. He was a perfect size, if not a little big for me, causing a slight bit of pain. But the pain wasn't anything I couldn't handle. 

"Are you okay?" He asked after a particularly loud moan from me.

"Yes." I sighed, out of breath. "Yes. I'm...great." I smiled back at him.

"Good." He pulled out a little and began pumping into me with just half of his length. It was a bit of a tease, but it felt amazing. After a few seconds of it, though, I wanted to feel all of him inside of me again. I cried out his name and he placed his hand on my upper inner thigh.

"God, you're wet." He got his fingers nice & wet with my fluids, & then began fingering my clit.

"Holy shit." I yelled out. The pleasure was so much, I didn't think I could handle it. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come." Right as I said it, his circular motions became harder and faster and his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back to him and shoving himself all the way into me. That was all I needed to be taken over the edge. 

"Fuck!" I yelled in ecstasy as I came, feeling myself tighten around him.

"Ohhh, yeah." I could feel him growing harder with every spasm of my orgasm, and could tell he was close.

"I'm gonna come, Scar." His left hand moved from my clit to scratch my sweaty back down to my hip. He squeezed my hip and continued to pull my head back. He was thrusting harder than before, and harder than I thought he could. He made a sound & I felt his cock spout into me. He groaned loudly, feeling my ass with both of his clammy hands. His thrusting slowed & I layed my head against the mattress in exhaustion. He slapped my ass and let his now-soft dick fall out of me. I fell to the side so that I was sitting on the futon, and he sat next to me, resting his head on mine.

"I've wondered how that would be for ten years." I laughed. He rubbed my hair. 

"Now you know. But we do still have all weekend..."



Moving Day



I watched him from the kitchen window. He was saying goodbye to our last moving helper. He had walked him out to his truck and now they were just talking. I was washing and rinsing off plates before putting them in the cabinets while I studied him. His big wide smile still made my heart swell, the way his blue eyes crinkled when he smiled and the scar above his left eye... all those details of his face made me want to touch him.

As I watched, he leaned back against the truck and crossed one ankle over the other. I could see the definition in his tanned calves, and even though I couldn't quite see the soft hair on his legs, I thought of how his legs felt against mine. That is when the tingling began in my stomach, thinking of how he would lay a leg over mine when we were in bed, and rub his leg up and down mine...

He was telling a story, I could tell by the way he was using his hands. His hands were another hot spot for me... they were wide and thick, the marks of working with his hands making his palm a little rough. That brought the memory of his hands on my body, how the roughness felt against my skin. Sometimes he was gentle, and sometimes he was not, and it was all perfect and exactly what I needed at any moment. He knew me that well, we fit together that perfectly. 

Standing at the sink, I felt my nipples harden at the thought of his hands on my body. I loved the way they felt running down my bare skin, down my ribs and stomach, how my breath caught and my pussy would tighten in anticipation of his hands arriving between my legs.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling my body responding to only his memory. I exhaled deeply and brought myself back to the moment. My hands were wrinkled from sitting in the soapy water, I had no idea how long I had stood there motionless, lost in his memory. Now I wanted all of the fantasy for myself. I wanted his hands on my skin, his legs against mine, and his weight against me.

As if on cue, he shook his friends hand and turned back toward the house. My heart skipped a beat like a teenager, and I quickly wiped my hands off against my shirt. I nervously touched my ponytail and smoothed the hairs that had flown away. I was exhausted, dirty and gritty from sweating all day, and probably covered in bruises from the move. I didn't care. I just wanted him. I needed him.

I turned to head to the front room, but he entered the kitchen as I turned, "Hey, baby. Man, I need a shower!"

He approached me and gave me a small kiss. I didn't speak, just smiled mischievously. He crinkled his eyebrows, but glanced down. He smiled and I realized I had wiped my hands on my tank top, and now there was just enough moisture to see through my shirt. My nipples were still hard and screaming for his mouth.

"Oh." Was all he said before he stepped to me and covered my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him. He tasted of salt and fresh air, I sucked lightly on his bottom lip and he nibbled mine in turn.

I arched my back and gently pushed his head down. He lowered his mouth to my nipples and bit and sucked them through my shirt, then pushed my shirt up and continued giving them what they had been yearning for since the window. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and dropped it in the floor.

As his mouth worked my breasts, his hands were working on getting my shorts down. Once they were around my ankles, I kicked them to the side. One rough hand ran down my belly and one finger slid right into my wet pussy. I heard myself gasp and then moan, "Brad."

He stood then, hands on my hips, and turned me against the island counter and lifted me to sit on the edge. Without hesitation he lowered himself and buried his face between my legs. His facial hair lightly scratched, but his mouth balanced the sensation. My body felt as if it had been plugged into an electrical socket, my heart was pounding, my skin was hot and tingling, even my hair felt like it was feeling his mouth.

I leaned back on one arm, and put the other hand on his head, holding him to me. His mouth was relentless and when I came, it was fast and hard. I cried out his name, my thighs clenching around his head. When the first wave began to pass, I eased my legs off his head. His mouth still worked, slower and lighter now, coaxing all the pleasure from me he could.

When he stood and leaned into me, I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I unfastened his shorts, and in one smooth movement I pushed them down, hopped off the counter top and knelt in front of him.

He stripped his shirt off and leaned his hands on the counter, creating a tent over me with his body. His cock was rock hard when I took it into my mouth. I took all of it, feeling it bump the back of my throat. I could taste the tanginess of his sweat, and smell the light musty scent of him. I could feel how hot it was, I could feel the slight pulsing as the blood rushed to fill it and I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to suck it without fucking it. I wanted it already.

I could hear his moans above me, echoing into the kitchen, and another rush of wanting came over me and I moaned in answer. I moved my head up and down his shaft, one hand stretched up to run through his chest hair, one hand caressing his balls. I squeezed his ass and pulled him into me, and felt one of his hands in my hair doing the same.

I finally couldn't hold out any longer, and it was as if he read my mind. He reached down and pulled me up by my elbows. He kissed me roughly, then turned me away from him and bent me over the counter. Just those motions almost made me cum again, I was so ready and so hot.

He didn't enter me immediately, much to my impatience, but ran his hands over my back and ass, squeezing as he did. He reached up and pulled the holder from my hair and mussed it up, then reached around and squeezed each breast. I heard a whine escape me, like an insolent child being denied her treat. I backed my ass into him, feeling his cock press against me. I whined again.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I want you inside me. Now. Fuck me now."

Before I had even finished speaking the words, he shoved into me with a force that equaled my need. With every thrust I felt him deep inside me, his balls slamming against my clit. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our animal noises, grunting, moaning and even what seemed to be growling. I wanted to say more, he loved it when I talked dirty, but I couldn't form the words. I wanted to tell him how good his cock felt inside me, I wanted to tell him how much I wished I could taste it right that moment, I wanted to try and tell him how completely I felt him inside me, how totally he was fucking me.

His pounding never faltered, and when he buried his hand in my hair and pulled my hair as he fucked me, I came again. It exploded in me, I clenched the counter but couldn't move otherwise because I was pinned to the counter. I cried out as the first orgasm began to fade, another took its place. He pumped harder and faster, the orgasms came like a waterfall until I was thankful I was pinned to the counter; otherwise I may not have been able to stand.

My body went limp as he slammed into me. I felt he was close to cumming and found my voice, "Mouth," was all I could manage. It was enough.

He pulled out of me and because he knew my legs were useless, helped me kneel in front of him again. I took him into my mouth greedily, tasting the perfect mix of him and me in my mouth. He moaned loudly as I began moving up and down his cock. I knew he was close when I started, so I attacked his cock with a hunger I can't explain. I had both hands on his ass, pulling him into me as I sucked.

He came fast, growling loudly as he shot his sweet cum into my throat. I swallowed it all and moaned in pleasure. I licked and sucked until all his spasms faded. I looked up at him, standing over me with a look of complete satisfaction and smiled weakly. I sat on my bottom and leaned against the counter. He silently stepped into the next room and brought back a moving blanket. He spread it in the kitchen floor, knelt down on it, and pulled me to him and we laid down.

A bed may have been more comfortable, but wrapped in each other's bodies on that moving blanket, with the sun shining through the window on us was just about as perfect as it could get.



Moving Day



“Typical,” she typed into her pc. “You can never depend on things to happen a planned. The movers were supposed to be here an hour ago!”

Kaylie looked around the living room at the piles of boxes, stacked five high, the odds and ends that still needed to be packed, the carpet that she had yet to clean and the bag of trash in the corner. The home was a five bedroom, two-bath ranch house. It had been a challenge to keep clean and now, a bigger challenge to leave. There was just too much stuff!

“God! I hate moving!” Her sigh and the rattle of the keyboard were the only sounds in the room. 

A knock interrupted her instant messenger to her friend three states away. “Finally!” she said to herself. She answered the door to find a tall man in his mid fifties in a blue movers uniform. His eyes were blue and his salt and pepper hair was neatly trimmed giving him a distinguished air about him. 

He smiled a very warm smile as he extended his hand. “I am Jordan. Terribly sorry, ma’am to be so late. The first job this morning took a bit longer than expected.”

Behind him was a second person, a bit shorter and almost lithe in his movements. 

“This is my partner, Larry.” Kaylie looked this featherweight up and down and had to refrain from rolling her eyes. How was this little man going to move her furniture? 

She directed the two men into the living room. She explained that she was not done packing, but that the bedrooms were ready, with the exception of the master bedroom.

“It has just been a mess. I hate moving and am so disorganized,” she said in a deflated voice. 

“That’s okay, ma’am,” Jordan replied. “I can help you in here and Larry can get started with the other rooms, if you like.” 

The deep timbre of his voice had a soothing effect on Kaylie’s anxiety. She nodded her acquiesance and showed Larry to the upstairs bedrooms.  Kaylie descended the stairs, unconsciously wiping a wisp of hair from her forehead and smoothing her shorts and t-shirt. She was a leggy redhead with a few freckles and at 40 years old, everything that used to be pert and perky had started to succumb to gravity. Even so, her body, although a bit thicker than when she was 25, was in far better shape than most women half her age. 

She noticed Jordan packing the books that were in stacks around the computer desk.

“Oh no, “ she said. She hurried to the keyboard after she realized she hadn’t told her on line friend where she was going.

She found a message there that said, “You need a full body massage and a good fuck. LOL and ~wink~”

She giggled and whispered allowed, “He is so right.”  

Kaylie felt a hand upon her arm and looked up to find Jordan standing there. Evident by the look in his eyes, she could tell he had read the last message. 

“I can help with the massage, ma’am,” he offered. His eyes twinkled as he spoke. While Kaylie considered an appropriate reply, she felt his hands at the back of her neck. He grasped and needed the muscles in her shoulders and she leaned her head forward. 

“How is that?” he asked, in husky tones. 

She rolled her head on her shoulders and softly said, “Wonderful.” 

His hands continued massaging the tense muscles and moved down her arms. She could feel the tension flowing from her body as his large hands worked their magic. She raised one of her hands to her neck and laid her head to the side. 

Jordan leaned forward, close to her ear and whispered, “I could give you a proper massage if you weren’t sitting in the chair.” She nodded slowly and stood up. She felt something far more than relaxing as she stood and he pulled her nearer to him. She looked up at him and felt a need to be held. His clouded eyes searched hers as his hands remained on her arms.  “That massage, where to?” She tried to seem apathetic to the electricity between them, but a tremble in her voice defied her effort.

“Here is fine, for now,” Jordan smiled. Both hands touched her face. With delicate movements that were light as a butterfly's touch, he explored her face. “A total body massage must include the face and temples.”

Jordan was finding it difficult to remain aloof to her natural sensuality. He felt a stirring in his loins as his mind reeled with the images that assaulted his psyche, all of them involving a very sexy redhead.

Little did he know, that a touch to her face was instant arousal for Kaylie. She closed her eyes and absorbed the heat of his touch, feeling a heat building within her. She reached out to him to steady herself, placing her hands upon his waist. His hands slid into her hair, massaging her scalp as his hands moved behind her head. She laid her head back in his hands and fantasized that there were lips, hot and moist placed upon her neck.

Then, she realized, it was no fantasy. Jordan’s tongue and lips were tasting her smooth, silken skin. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne, her body reacting to his kiss as she felt a dampness developing between her legs. 

Her hands slid around his waist and she slipped a hand into his waistband, pulling him closer to her until their bodies were pressed against one another.

“We shouldn’t…, “ her sentence trailed off. He placed his hand on either side of her face and raised her eyes to look at him, his eyes searching, looking for an answer.

She pulled away from him, shaking her head as if to clear it. 

“We really shouldn’t. There is so much to be done and Larry is working upstairs.” Her body screamed for intimacy, touch and release. It had been months since she had been with anyone.

Kaylie tried to stand erect and as she did, she felt a muscle in her back flex, uncomfortably so. Her hand moved to the small of her back and she grimaced.

Jordan noticed her discomfort. “Okay. You seem sore, though. If you like, I can rub your back for you, only your back. I would never do anything with a lady unless she wanted me to. You can trust me.” His face seemed earnest and his words sincere.

Her back had been through a veritable war over the last week. Packing for the move was taking it’s toll.

“Just a massage would be nice. I am so sore.”

“Here, lean over the back of the couch. That will help your muscles stretch a bit.” Boxes were stacked haphazardly behind the couch and she was hard pressed to find a clear space in which she could stand. Jordan was behind her and guided her to lean forward over the back of the couch with his hands on her shoulder. Kaylie tried to sound flippant when she blurted, “just a back rub. That’s all.” Her voice was shrill. His proximity was making it difficult to relax.

Jordan nodded and began massaging her shoulders. He stood directly behind her as the boxes prevented his standing anywhere else. His hands moved along her shoulder blades and back up to her neck. He leaned forward to work his fingers along the back of her neck and moved forward, just a bit. In that movement, he found his waist pressed against her bottom. The contact threatened to erase the altruistic thoughts from his mind. He tried concentrating more on the taut muscles at the back of her neck and less on the pressure of her ass against his manhood. He could feel his cock struggling against the confines of his uniform.

His closeness to her and his reaction were not lost on Kaylie. She had been hyper aware of his proximity since the beginning. She sighed at the light pressure of him against her. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass against him, feeling his hardness against her. She sighed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I will stop if you like, “ the tone of his words was husky with desire. His meaning not lost on her. If she agreed to continue, it wouldn’t, no couldn’t be a simple massage. However, his hands had played her mind and body, her desire evident by the heat building in her abdomen and the wetness in her panties. 

“No, don’t’ stop,” she said softly.

Kaylie heard James moan, as his hands moved her over her back. They glided the length of her back from her shoulders to her waist and returned to her shoulders. He continued in this fashion, pressing her against him more firmly each time. His hands moved to her shoulders, grasped them, kneading them as he pulled her body against his.

Kaylie moaned and tried to move to a standing position. Jordan gently pressed her forward so she remained bent over the couch. He then, placed his hands on her waist; leaning over her and kissing her back and neck. His hands slid over her hips and waist. Not able to tolerate the “massage” any longer, Kaylie slid her hand in the elastic of her shorts and began pulling them down. Jordan quickly took the cue and removed her shorts, revealing her fleshy ass covered only by a thong. At the sight of her ass cheeks poised toward him, he knew he had to have her. He very quickly slipped out of his pants.

“Oh, God, “ he uttered, ‘ I want you, badly.” 

Jordan slipped a finger inside the thin fabric of the thong and placed his other hand around Kaylie’s body to her breast. He pressed the palm of his hand against her breast, feeling the nipple, erect and sensitive. Taking it between his forefinger and thumb, he pinched the nipple gently. Again, he squeezed the nipple, over and again, until she was moaning louder.  His finger inside the thong waited there, until he pinched her nipple harder than he had at the same time as he pulled upward on the thong. The fabric of the thong rubbed against her swollen clit. Kaylie began grinding her hips involuntarily. 

Taking his hand from her breast, Jordan continued rubbing the thong against Kaylie’s sex. He slipped his free hand around her waist inside the front of the thong and slid the finger the length of her lips until it found the opening. 

The thong continued teasing her clit as he pressed a finger inside the heat of her pussy. He could feel the engorged glands and the clenching muscles. Another finger entered her. She gasped as he hooked them and began fingerfucking her in earnest. The thong continued it’s assault on her clit.

Her entire body was trembling as his fingers moved in and out, harder and faster. Crooked against her g spot, she could feel the explosion building. She longed for release and was so close. Her head moved back and forth as her moans crescendoed.

Jordan continued to finger fuck her as he moved the thong to the side. Kaylie began shouting; her body shuddering violently as James quickly removed his fingers and plunged his cock inside her convulsing cunt. She immediately began squirting her juices over his body as he pressed himself deep inside her, over and over, harder and faster. He could feel the tip of his manhood pounding against her cervix as her orgasm continued.

“Oh yesssss, fuck me harder“ she shouted, oblivious to anything but her own release. Her orgasm continued as he penetrated her in long, powerful strokes.

Another followed “I can’t stop,” her hips continued to tremble with each thrust as each orgasm threw into a tumultuous frenzy of the senses.

The muscles of her pussy clenched his shaft. He could feel the pressure building, his own climax nearing.

“Don’t’ stop, baby,” he hissed between clenched teeth. Her hands clenched the cushion of the sofa as she felt a final climax nearing.

Finally, he could no longer wait. He thrust himself deep into her pussy, shouting as he spilled his hot juices inside her trembling cunt.

Together they moaned and shouted, sweat pouring from their faces and bodies, until he fell forward against her, his arms around her.

He kissed her neck gently and said, “Thank you, ma’am. Oh my God, thank you.” They lay like that, catching their breath until he helped her to her feet.

Kaylie turned toward him giggled and said, “You can call me Kaylie, now, I guess.”

Jordan’s eyes twinkled, “Oh, no, ma’am. That would be against company policy. “

Both began laughing as she slipped into his arms. He touched her hair and caressed the small of her back. 

A voice from behind them said, “Geesh, Jordan! It looks like we are going to be late for the next job, too!”



Moving Day



The boxes were stacked in the corner, and I was almost ready to go. The apartment I'd shared with Shawn for the past two years looked bare, even though he was staying here. Most of the big furniture had been mine, either handed down to me by relatives or found at the rummage sales that I liked to frequent. 

The apartment itself was fine, but it was located in the midst of the college district, where I'd gone to school. In three weeks, I'd be starting at the law firm of Hollister and Banks. It was 40 minutes away by car, and I didn't even want to think of a bus ride that included three changes. So I needed to be closer to work. 

Shawn still had one more year of school left before he hit the real world. In some ways, I envied him, yet in other ways I was glad to be done with all-nighters and drunk frat boys. Dating as an adult had to be easier than dating so many juveniles posing as college students. 

Shawn poked me on his way to the door. "Stop with the daydreaming and get a move on."

I smiled at him and lifted another box. Even though I was starting work soon, I was still on a college budget. So I'd rented a truck and asked some friends to pitch in. So far only Shawn and Robbie, a friend of both of ours, had volunteered. Maybe I should have offered to buy them dinner or drinks, but the rental of the new apartment and the moving van had about done me in. 

I picked up another box and headed downstairs to put it in the truck. Shawn had two boxes with him. He was an ideal mover, tall with broad shoulders and big hands. He had a ready grin and buzzed blond hair. He was cute, and I'd noticed those big hands on more than one occasion, but nothing had ever happened between us. 

Robbie was the opposite of Shawn. He was tall, but thin, and he wore his clothes so that they literally hung off of him. He had long dark hair that was pulled back in a ponytail today. He slid into between the two of us arranging our boxes in the back of the moving van and adeptly slid his box into an open spot. 

We stopped around lunchtime. There was still some leftovers in the fridge that I heated up for the three of us. "Eat well," I said. "I want you all in good form for the afternoon."

"Then we'd better have these too," Shawn added. He broke out the beer and handed one to each of us. 

Both guys swallowed nearly the whole bottle in a gulp. I guess they'd worked up a sweat. Shawn handed Robbie another and found one for himself. All I got was a raised eyebrow, since I was nursing my beer. 

They finished the second round, and we went back to work. The large items had already been moved, so mostly at this point, I had boxes. Lots of boxes. 

We were taking another load of boxes down, when Shawn began to curse. "Damn it, Gayle. What do you have in here?" He turned to face me, and his t-shirt had been sliced down the front. I looked at the box and saw that two paring knives had cut through the cardboard and were sticking out of the box. Shawn had started to bleed a little into the ripped fabric. 

"Come on. Let's get that cleaned up," I said, motioning him to the bathroom. "I don't want your death on my hands."

Shawn laughed. "Appreciate the concern, really. I'll get my parents to hire you as their lawyer. That would be fun."

Fortunately, I'd left Shawn enough first aid materials to handle most emergencies. I knew him well enough that he wouldn't have bought them on his own. I found a hydrogen peroxide and Band-Aids in a drawer. 

He watched me collect the materials, and then said, "Guess I don't need this anymore." He grabbed the edges of the cut fabric and tugged. The shirt ripped apart, exposing his solid chest and flat abs. He tugged again and it ripped up the collar, making it more a jacket than a shirt at this point. I watched his shoulders as he shrugged out of the garment. 

He was standing only a few inches from me now. I could feel the heat of his body radiating out from him and warming me. I fumbled with the hydrogen peroxide bottle, splashed some on a cotton ball and dabbed at the cuts. I tried my best not to touch his chest as I worked on the cuts. 

After they were cleaned, I got the Band-Aid and put it across the wound. I couldn't help but touch his skin now as I pulled it tight over the cuts. My fingers strayed across a few inches of his abs which were ripped. I suspected that he was pulling them as tight as he could right now, but even so, they were exciting to caress. 

I looked up at him, seeing if he'd noticed that my hands had done more than cover his wounds. He had noted my interest. He was staring at me with his lips slightly parted. He moved closer to me and our lips brushed against each other's lips. The lightness of the touch made me tingle all over. I moaned slightly, and he pressed his lips to mine again. This time there was purpose to his kiss. He brought a hand up and touched the side of my face as his tongue pressed against my lips, asking for permission. I moaned slightly, and he slid his tongue into my mouth. He found my tongue, and they danced around each other with a certain hunger. 

My hands moved as well. One hand went around his waist and pulled him closer while the other pressed against his chest and played lightly with his nipple. It must have been sensitive, because Shawn made a guttural noise that I'd never heard from him. I took that for approval and slowly slid my hand to his other nipple, pinching and touching it until it grew hard. Shawn made more noises, moaning into my mouth as we kissed. 

His body was nearly pressed against mine, and I could feel his arousal. I looked down and the head of his dick had poked out from the waistband of his boxers. I bucked my hips towards him, and I could feel his dick twitch in excitement as I did. 

Our kisses grew sloppy with desire. Shawn's hands had pulled my t-shirt over my head and thrown it to the floor when he stopped abruptly. I ached for the feel of his hands on me again. He stepped away from me, and turned to face the door. 

My eyes followed his. Robbie was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and very obviously watching us. I wondered how long he'd been standing there. The bulge in his jeans suggested that he'd watched quite a bit of our performance. 

I felt a little exposed, standing there in a bra. Robbie practically leered at me. "Don't stop on my account," he said. "You two are hot."

Shawn didn't move. Robbie could plainly see his friend's hard-on, but he didn't comment on it. Shawn didn't seem to feel bothered by that fact, or maybe in the midst of the situation, he'd forgotten his display. 

Shawn turned back to me. "I don't think we will mind you." Shawn slid his arms around me again, and immediately I felt a growing heat in my stomach. Part of me was a bit embarrassed, but part of me wanted this. 

Shawn kissed me again, leaning his head down so that our lips could meet. We started off shyly again, but within a few seconds, we remembered the passion we'd begun. I tried not to look for Robbie, but I did wonder where he was. 

I didn't have to wait for long. I felt the press of a body from behind me. Robbie grinded up against me, and I could feel his own erection against the small of my back. I moaned into Shawn's mouth, which only served to excite both of them. 

Robbie's hands now snaked around my body and found my breasts. Given that my body was pressed against Shawn, I knew that Robbie had to be touching Shawn too, but it didn't matter. His hands cupped my breasts, and one hand found the clasp in front and opened my bra. 

With the bra open, Robbie leaned back enough to allow me to shrug out of it. Once the bra was off, he pressed against me again and began to play with both breasts at once. The desire was building in me, and I could feel my panties get wet as my juices began to flow freely. 

Shawn broke off the kiss again, leaving me panting and wanting more. "What? Is someone else here?" I asked frustrated. 

"No. Bedroom." He led us down the hall to his room. His bed was a tangle of sheets and comforter. He swept everything off the bed, so that the only thing remaining was a mattress with a rumpled sheet on it. Shawn sat down on the edge of the mattress and motioned me towards him. I stepped between his legs, pressing my thighs to his. Robbie came up behind me again, but given that Shawn's mouth now covered one of my breasts, Robbie's hands massaged my back and shoulders instead. 

While licking my nipples and biting them into hard pebbles, Shawn began to take off my jeans. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I could now feel Robbie's erection more fully against my back. He was throbbing in his shorts, and I slid one hand behind me to touch it. I heard a sharp intake of breath, but he didn't stop pressing against me. With my one hand, I slid my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and tugged. They came down. Robbie's dick snapped back into place. I tugged some more and Robbie helped push his clothes to the floor. Now he stood behind me bare from the waist down. He pressed up against me again, and I could feel his own juices as he slid up and down my back. I didn't think he was as big as Shawn, but he was still bigger than most of my lovers had been. 

I watched as Robbie sat down on the bed next to Shawn. My roommate's eyes appraised the other man in the situation, but said nothing. He turned back to me and ran his tongue down my stomach to my navel. I moaned with anticipation. "You're still too dressed," I said to Shawn. 

My roommate stood up. We broke apart for a minute, and Robbie steered me over to him to watch. I sat on Robbie's lap to watch Shawn undress. Robbie's dick was between my legs and twitched with desire as I ground down against him. He ran his hands up and down my thighs. His thumb brushed against my panties with each movement, and I watched as my juice spilled on to his hand. He smiled at me as I turned my head to watch Shawn. 

He flipped open the button on his jeans and slid them down without unzipping. He stood in just his boxer briefs. The outline of his dick was impressive, long but not overly thick. Shawn moved closer to me, likely afraid that I would get too comfortable with his rival. My fingers slid under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down his legs. His dick pointed straight at me with a drop of precum at the tip. While still sitting on Robbie's lap, I slid Shawn's dick into my mouth. I started a slow movement just allowing the head into my mouth. Shawn whimpered like a puppy as I did. 

I continued to give Robbie a lap dance as I sucked Shawn. Robbie slid on protection, and I moved my hips up far enough for him to pull down my panties and slide into me. There was no warning, no slow movement about it. Robbie filled me and I gasped, making me stop my slow suck of my roommate. 

As soon as I grew used to the full feeling of Robbie inside of me, I continued to lick the head of Shawn's dick. I let my mouth only take him an inch at a time. I teased him with my tongue. He moaned more loudly, which only served to make me more wet with desire. Robbie continued his rhythm, a jackhammer in and out of me. 

I slid all of Shawn into my mouth, nearly gagging on him. I could feel the desire growing in all of us. Robbie slid in and out faster, each thrust rubbing up against my own desire. I knew that this type of stimulation would only last a few minutes before I would explode. I tried to match Robbie's motions on Shawn, sliding him in and out of my mouth quickly, licking his shaft and head with each thrust. 

I heard a grunt behind me, and felt the spasms of Robbie's orgasm. The feeling pushed me over the top, and I let myself ride the waves of heat that ran through me. I moaned while I sucked Shawn, and then he too came. I tasted his desire as he shot into my throat, filling my mouth with his juices. When we'd all finished our climaxes, we fell on the bed, three in a row. I felt a bit awkward and just closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasure of my body. 

When I opened my eyes, we were all still in the same position. Shawn was still in exactly the same position, hard and throbbing against his cut abs. Little rivers of his desire ran across the grooves in his abs. I longed to have him inside of me. I wasn't sure if Robbie bounced back this quickly, but I wasn't done. 

I rolled over and straddled Shawn. A wide grin crossed his face. His hands came up and cupped my breasts. They were more sensitive after my orgasm, but Shawn slowly ran his fingers across the nipples, make them hard. Shawn managed protection with one hand, and I pushed down against his dick. He moaned loudly. I turned to look at Robbie who had rolled on to his side and was watching us. 

Shawn was more methodical in entering me. One hand slid between my legs, and his finger ran around the outside of my opening. I shuddered, and he grinned at me. He repeated the motion a few times, watching my reaction. When he could see my growing arousal, he slid the finger inside. He found my clit and touched it gently, but it felt like a firecracker had gone off inside of me. I would be orgasming again soon, I thought. 

Shawn must have read my thoughts, because he pressed a second finger inside of me. The sensation was incredible as I felt the fullness inside of me. I put both my hands on Shawn's chest to steady me. His broad chest was smooth, and I ran my hands across the muscles. Shawn slid a third finger inside of me, and I gasped. I was quivering before we'd even begun. He began to slide them in and out of me. I panted with desire now. 

With a deft motion, he pulled his hand away. I gasped at the feeling of emptiness. I ground my hips down, feeling his dick between my legs. My meaning was clear. I let up on the pressure and sat up. To my surprise, Robbie stood in front of me. He was standing with his legs straddling Shawn's head, but Shawn was so focused on my actions that he didn't seem to notice. Robbie was erect and his dick was only inches from my face. 

He was still wearing his t-shirt, and I tugged his shirt up while he finished the job. His chest was hairy with dark curls running from nipple to nipple and down the center of his chest to his crotch. I leaned forward and licked the hair on his chest. I could taste the sweat on him, the sweat from pleasuring me. Robbie leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. I matched his passion, and my lips met his already apart. His tongue slid into my mouth, and for a second, I wondered if he could taste Shawn in my mouth. 

While I was kissing Robbie, Shawn slid inside of me. Just as I had taken him inch by inch, he now did the same to me. He started with only the head of his dick penetrating me. Then slowly he would push in more. I wanted to feel all of him inside of me, but he kept up the slow pace. 

Each of the slow thrusts rubbed against my own pleasure. The feeling was more intense, more insistent like it usually was for me the second time around. Shawn must have known what he was doing from my face, because he thrust in and out slowly, pumping me like a piston. 

I continued to kiss Robbie as Shawn filled me. I steadied myself on Shawn with one hand, and the other wrapped itself around Robbie. I began to use his own juices to jack him off. He whimpered as I set a fast slide up and down his dick. He moaned into my mouth, which only made me speed up my actions. 

While I did, Shawn continued his thrusts into me. At the point where I was pressed up against his pubes, he started a quick tempo. He was relentless, not slowing as he heard my breath catch. He had to know I was close. My juices were running out of me, and across his stomach. I was all desire at this point. 

I twisted as I stroked Robbie, and I ran my finger over his slit with each stroke. "Oh god," he said, as he shot his load all over the bed. White ropes of desire fell on the sheet as he finished. The power of making another man spasm in my hand drove me over the edge, and the fire inside of me exploded like a volcano, erupting over my entire body. It took both of my hands to hold me upright as Shawn pumped me mercilessly. 

I squeezed down on him as the last of my orgasm flowed through me. He grunted, and I could feel him shoot inside of me. When he was finished, he pulled out, and again we rested three in a row. 

After a few minutes, Shawn grabbed a new shirt from his floor and started putting it on. "We still need to finish moving you," he said. "After we're done, maybe we can initiate your new place."



Moving Day



It was late August and hot as hell. I was 21 years old, and helping my boyfriend Brad switch apartments right before the start of the fall semester. We had only been dating a few months, and I had just recently met his mom and step-dad. They showed up about 9:00 that Saturday morning to help us move. Brad's mom and step-dad were much younger than my parents, but still in their mid 40's, which of course seems pretty old to college students. Brad's mom, Linda, was very attractive, and I got the impression that she might be a little loose, if you know what I mean. Don was her fourth husband, from what Brad had told me. He was handsome, had a nice body, and in my opinion had overtly flirted with me the few times we had been around one another.

After we packed up some things into boxes, we loaded all of the big stuff we could into Don's truck. The smaller boxes we put into Brad's car. We all went to the new apartment, which was only about 10 minutes away. When we got there, Brad had access to the apartment, but the utilities had not been switched on. We went on in and started unloading things. It was so hot. We were all soon completely soaked with sweat. After a while, and getting to be around noon, Linda said she had had enough, and that they needed to remedy the no power situation. She said that she and Brad needed to check with the management company, which was at another site, and to pick up the last few boxes at the old apartment. The two of them needed to go because Linda was a co-signor on the lease. We started to all leave, and Don said, "Why don't Tanya and I stay here and keep unpacking while the two of you take care of that?" Brad looked at me and I told him that was fine.

Brad and Linda hadn't been gone 30 seconds before Don's flirting started. He had previously let me know how much he liked my legs, and he didn't hesitate to express those sentiments again. At the time, I had what I would describe as "Dancer Thighs" or "Gymnast Thighs." I was neither dancer nor gymnast, but I had thick smooth muscular thighs. I was dressed in short shorts, a tank top with way too much cleavage showing, and tennis shoes. I had on no makeup and my hair was pulled up in a pony tail. I was soaked with sweat from head to toe, and so was Don. 

No longer than 2 minutes worth of flirting passed before Don said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take my shirt off. It's just too hot in here." It was at that point when I decided to see where this was going by replying, "Not only do I not mind, but it's so hot I might take mine off too." Was I joking? Was I serious? He didn't know. His reaction was, "Well you'll get no objection from me!"

I stood there, no more than 6 feet away from Don, who had just removed his shirt to expose his sweaty, hairy mature chest. As we faced one another in silence, I asked myself if I had the guts. I did. Without another word, the sweat soaked tank top came off, leaving me standing there in shortshorts, tennis shoes and a lacey bra. Don didn't say a word and just stared at my glistening cleavage. I have big natural tits. 36D to be exact. Even at 21 years old, they has a pretty good sag to them. But the best part was yet to come. After us staring at each other in silence for what seemed like forever, but was actually about 30 seconds, I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. There I stood, completely topless. Don's jaw hit the floor, as he just stared and said, "Wow!" You see, not only do I have large natural titties, but my nipples (areola actually) are disproportionately large. 

I walked over to Don, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled his head down to my breast. He started sucking furiously. He sucked my nipples, licked the sweat from between my tits, and licked the sweat from underneath. Don then laid me down on the floor on my back. By big titties flopped out to each side as he slid my shorts and panties off. He immediately shoved his face into my sweaty hairy pussy. I wondered if the stench of all the sweat overpowered the smell of the fucking Brad and I had done just before Don and Linda had arrived that morning. I didn't care. Don ate my sweaty, musty, fucked pussy like there was no tomorrow. He then spread me wider and began rimming and eating out my ass. My ass was so sweaty, and Brad and I had fucked just a few hours before, and I hadn't showered since last night. Still Don lapped up my cunt and ass like you wouldn't believe.

At one point he pulled his face out of my ass and came up and kissed me deeply with his mouth open. The smell of cunt and ass and fuck was overpowering. He then did something completely unexpected. He leaned in, pulled my arms above my head, and ate out my sweaty stinky arm pits. This was a first for me, and the sensation was overwhelming. 

By now I had to have some dick. I shoved him onto his back and pulled out his 8 inch uncut cock. As soon as I took Don into my mouth, I knew. It was then that I spoke my first words since it had all began. I sucked a bit, then pulled him out of my mouth, looked up and said, "Did you fuck Brad's mom this morning?" He hesitated momentarily. I said, "It's ok. Brad fucked the cunt you just ate right before you & Linda showed up this morning." He told me that they had fucked just this morning and that he had cum inside her. I looked up at him and said, "Do you think Linda is sucking Brad's dick right now?" 

With that, Don suddenly pushed me off of his cock and onto my back once again. I thought maybe I had crossed a line, then I quickly realized that he couldn't take it any more, and that I was about to get fucked. He plunged his thick cock deep into my cunt, all the way to the hilt on the first pump. As he plowed my sloppy, hairy pussy, he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders. He then did something else I hadn't expected. He pulled off my tennis shoes as he fucked me and he licked and sucked every toe, and lapped up every bit of stinky sweat that he could from my feet. I then began telling him to pump me full of cum. "Pump my cunt full of cum Don! Pump my cunt full of cum!" With that, Don exploded in what I can only describe as a Peter North style cumshot. After he pulled out, I sucked him clean. Cleaner than he was when his dick first entered my mouth, anyway. I scooped up a good bit of the cum as it oozed out of my sloppy pussy and licked it off of my hand. There was plenty more still inside me, between the huge load I had just received, and Brad's load from earlier in the day. We put our clothes back on, and I thought to myself that I hope my panties could soak it all up.

In less than 5 minutes after we had dressed, Brad and Linda returned. Linda made the comment that we hadn't got much done since they left. Don calmly said it was just to hot to work. I hoped that they weren't going to ask, "Then why are you both so sweaty and out of breath?"



Moving Day



I knew that Karen and Mark had grown very close over the last couple months, but when they decided to move in together, I was still shocked. It's not that I wanted her to move in with me-although we had been seeing each other for awhile, and sleeping together pretty regularly since that first night we hooked up at the party, I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, and I don't think she wanted that either. There wasn't any jealousy on my part, despite the fact that Mark was a good-looking guy and I knew that Karen though he was hot, since I knew that Mark was completely gay. In fact, I was sure that Mark would have rather had me moving in with him, if it had been a romantic thing.

What shocked me was just the idea that they would want to live together instead of each having their own place. After all, we were all young and single and had apartments of our own, which I thought was pretty ideal. But we did hang out together a lot, and Karen and Mark had a lot of the same interests in music and theater, so as friends I suppose it made as much sense as any other two people living together.

The house they'd found was admittedly terrific. On the older side, but with a small back yard, plenty of room inside, and decent sized bedrooms for each of them. I knew they planed to throw some serious parties at this place.

Although Karen and I hadn't declared yet used the "boyfriend/girlfriend" terms for each other, I guess we were close enough that I was expected to help her move-at least I didn't feel like I could say no and expect semi-regular sex to become frequent. That's why I was at the house that day, going back and forth to the rental truck and the house moving furniture and boxes.

We'd just about finished, and Mark and I were carrying in the last of the boxes.

"You guys couldn't have waited until after the hottest part of the summer to move, I guess?" I said. "I'm seating like a two-dollar whore."

"I didn't decide when the lease came available," Mark said. "And you're not the only one sweating here." I admitted to myself that he was certainly working as hard as I was, and the sweat running down his naked torso was proof. "But don't worry, I have it on good authority that muscular sweaty men are a huge turn on for certain people, so I'm sure you'll get your reward." Mark tilted his head in the direction of Karen's room, where she was arranging her furniture and belongings.

"Certain people, huh?" I said.

"Well, I know I've been sporting an erection since you took your shirt off, so I'm just assuming..." Mark grinned. MY eyes involuntarily went to the front of his jeans when he said it, and lo and behold, it did look like there was a distinct swelling there. I realized what I was doing and practically jerked my eyes up, but Mark had seen the glance. "Caught you looking." He laughed.

I blushed, but there is something about knowing that someone else finds you sexy that is a turn on, I had to admit.

I set the box of DVDs I was carrying next to the entertainment center. "Shut up," I said. "Besides, you have an erection pretty much all the time, it's got nothing to do with me."

"True dat," said Mark. "I'm just a horny guy, I guess. But you do look sexy all sweaty and hard-bodied. I guarantee that Karen agrees. But if she doesn't, you know where to find me..."

I rolled my eyes, and Mark chuckled as he made his way to his room. I went into Karen's room and found her bent over her dresser, loading it with her delightful collection of tiny thongs and silken bras. Her posture, with her butt in the air inside a pair of tiny cutoff shorts made my own nether regions twitch. I walked up behind her and gave her upturned ass a playful smack and stroke. She gasped in surprise and turned around.

"Hey!" She grinned at me. "No foreplay until you're done with the unloading."

"Oh, in that case, we're all good. The truck's empty." I put my arms around her.

"Mmmm, then maybe it's time for your reward..." Karen pulled my face to hers and slipped her delicious tongue into my mouth. Her luscious lips pressed against mine as we kissed, and I let my hands slide down her back and onto her ass, caressing her and pulling her in tight.

She moaned delightedly, then pulled back. "You've already got your shirt off, Jason. I feel overdressed," she said, reaching for the hem of her tight T-shirt, she crossed her arms in front and lifted in that so-sexy way that girls have of doffing their shirts, her arms rising above her head and causing her full but always pert breasts to rise enticingly.

My hands involuntarily went to her tits as my mouth dipped to find hers again. I could feel the blood rushing to my penis as my palms filled with the warm soft flesh of Karen's perfect breasts.

Never one to waste time, Karen's hands went from dropping her shirt to deftly unbuttoning my jeans in one smooth motion. As she did, I kissed her hard, tasting her sweet mouth and fondling her nipples. My already hard cock sipped from my pants as she let them drop to my knees. Her small but talented hands caressed my shaft and brought a moan from my lips.

I realized that I had left the door open and pulled my mouth from Karen's just long enough to say, "Let me close the door."

"Leave it," she said.

"Karen..."

"What are you worried about? So what if Mark sees us?" Her fingers on my cock were just about enough to make me forget all about it.

"But..."

"Here's the only butt you need to worry about," Karen said, taking her hands from dick and moving to her jeans to slide them and her thong all the way to her feet. She stood before me totally nude, and my mouth watered for her. She turned around and wiggled her gorgeous ass at me. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her naked butt to my face and kissing and biting one plump cheek. "Mmm, that's it, baby, now you've got idea."

She put her hands on the dresser and bent forward, spreading her legs. I licked my way from her ass to her moist slit and kissed and sucked on her sex. She tasted like lust and desire and I felt my erection fill to capacity.

"Ohhh, fuck yesss," she breathed. She pressed her crotch into my face, gasping for breath and moaning as I ate her delicious pussy. "Ohhhh yeah, eat me, just like that, ohhh fuck."

I could taste her juices flowing freely from her hot crevice and I knew she was getting close. "Ohhh god," she groaned, "Get up here and fuck me, I need you inside me now!"

I stood and positioned myself at her entrance, but she wasn't having any hesitation. She reached back and grasped my shaft, then shifted her hips back to impale herself on me. I groaned with ecstasy as I felt my cock taken deep inside her sexy body, her plump buttock pressing into my hips as she impaled herself on me in one thrust.

"Ohhhhmygod! Yess! Fuck me!" Karen's voice rang through the house, and I knew there was no way that Mark had not heard that, but there was no stopping now. I thrust into her again and again, her moans and screams echoing as the sounds of our bodies meeting rhythmically kept time with her song of lust. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck!"

As I grasped Karen's supple hips and pulled her body onto mine, I glanced at the door and saw Mark standing there. I knew he had to have heard us, but I had thought he'd stay in his room. Instead, I saw him standing outside the door...naked and rampant, his hand around his hard cock. Whether he had undressed to shower, or stripped when he heard Karen's cries, I didn't know, but through the half open door I saw clearly his taut, muscular body, shiny with a sheen of perspiration, his cock sliding in and out of his fist in time with my thrusts into Karen's hot sexy body.

His mouth was half-open with lust as he stroked himself, and I found myself subconsciously matching my stroked to his, plunging into Karen's hot wet pussy every time his hand pulled downwards and the swollen head of his prick peeked out from his fist.

Mark's eyes met mine, and he paled for a second. I didn't say a word, but continued to fuck Karen while I watched his face. Mark bit his lower lip and ran his free hand over his naked chest as he continued to masturbate. I stroked Karen's naked back, feeling the light coating of sweat on her skin as my penis slipped into her again and again.

I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer, just as Karen began to moan, "Oooh, fuck, I'm going to cum, that's it, keep fucking me, I'm going to cum, you're gonna make me cum, baby, oh, fuck yes, make me cum with that hard cock in my little pussy!"

Hearing her delight pushed me over the edge and my balls began to empty spurt after spurt of hot cum through my cock and into Karen's hot box as I let out a groan and cried, "Ohh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Karen, too, shouted wordlessly as I felt her tighten around my dick and her body quivered with orgasm.

I heard Mark grunt and looked to see him stiffen and close his fist around the head of his cock, his breath coming in gasps as he came into his hand.

As I leaned over Karen's back and coaxed her face around for a deep, lingering kiss, I saw Mark leave the doorway, a fistful of creamy sperm in his hand, his still stiff cock bouncing in front of him. I closed my eyes and let my tongue play with Karen's as I slipped from inside her.

"Mmm," Karen breathed. "I hope I wasn't the only one who really enjoyed that."

"I know I did," I said-although I wasn't quite sure that's what she meant.



Moving Day



Dan and Lisa were carrying Lisa's futon through the door, as Sarah cleared the way ahead of them and gave directions.

"Okay you're clear," she called out.

Lisa hadn't been over since the night they'd played truth or dare a couple of weeks ago. He'd been thinking of her a lot since then; her lips around him, swallowing as he came; she and Sarah making out, both of their faces slick with his semen. Now she was sweaty and red-faced, dragging her end of the futon. A few strands of hair clung to her neck in a way he found incredibly sexy. She saw him looking and smiled. "I got it," she said. "Over here?"

They set the piece down in the extra room and stretched their backs. The room was full of boxes and a few drawers in stacks. He could hardly believe she was moving in, especially after that last visit, but he reminded himself that he didn't know if anything like that would happen again. He would have agreed to the move regardless; he was happy to accommodate anyone his wife wanted in their home.

"I think that's it," said Sarah. "You're all moved in!"

"I'm so excited to live here!" said Lisa with a bounce, taking Sarah's hands. They quickly embraced, exchanging a soft kiss. Dan felt like he might pass out; they were both so beautiful it made his head swim.

"Enough drooling, buddy!" said Lisa with a smirk. She came over and gave him a sweaty hug, too, before declaring, "Okay, I could use a shower!"

"Us, too," said Sarah, smiling. "The bathroom down here is all yours. We'll take the one upstairs." She took Dan's hand and pulled him along after her.

Halfway up the stairs, she glanced over her shoulder and gave him a sly wink, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulling them down below her ass. "Oh, what happened?" she asked coyly, taking the next steps with exaggerated hip movements, letting the tights fall further down her legs as she went.

"Oh my god that ass," said Dan, watching it sway in front of him, pussy lips coming in and out of view between her legs as she moved. He reached out but she quickened her pace and all he got was the tail end of her discarded pants.

"Catch me if you can!" she giggled, running the rest of the way to their bedroom. He was close behind when she whipped off her t-shirt and tossed it in his face.

"That's cheating!" he laughed, clawing it away to enjoy the view of his naked wife. He could never get enough of that.

She ran her hands up his ribs, pulling his shirt off. "Come here big boy," she said, arms around his neck. He pressed close, grabbing her ass and kissing her deeply, loving the feel of her warm tongue moving against his.

She stepped back, took his hand in hers, and guided it down to her pussy, looking him in the eye. "I have something for you," she said. She was soft and smooth, and so hot it felt like she would burn his fingers.

"I like that," he said, stroking her softly, easing inside. She was dripping wet and creamy on his fingers.

"I know you do," she said, stepping into the shower. He dropped his pants and followed as she got the water going. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweaty boy." She was rubbing body wash into a lather in her hands, spreading it over her chest, and down to her pussy. He ran his hands over her, getting slippery, letting his cock slide against her hip, and slip up and down the crack of her soapy ass. She gave a small moan, moving against him, turning around to run her hands over his chest. She knelt down and took his erection in her hands, stroking slowly up and down the sudsy shaft, and working the lather down around his balls. He groaned with pleasure, arching his back, pressing into her chest, sliding between her soapy breasts.

"Oh god, you are amazing," he said, gripping her shoulder with one hand, and running the other through her hair. She looked up at him with a naughty smile, watching his face as he fucked her tits. 

"You like that, don't you," she whispered, letting a wave of hot water wash over them. "Yes you do," as she brought her mouth to his balls and gently suckled, working her mouth up the underside of his cock. He curled his fingers in her hair and tightened his grip on her shoulder, getting close.

"Wait," she said, leaning back.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I shouldn't make you cum," she said. "You'll need it soon."

"I will?"

"To give Lisa her proper welcome to the house."

"Really?" He was not expecting that. "Do you think things will be... like last time?"

"Not exactly. Last time we gave it to you. Now I want you to take it." She was standing, still holding his cock lightly. "Show her you're the man of the house."

He stared at her. "You're sure that's what you want? Wait, you're sure that's what she wants?"

"Tell me, honey, what you thought about that kiss she gave me."

"So fucking hot I could barely stand it, seeing you do that," he said.

"So how do you think I feel, thinking about you and her?" she asked. "I love you. And, I think I'm falling in love with Lisa, too." She squeezed his cock in a slow rhythm, massaging it as she spoke. "She's already my girlfriend. I want her to be yours, too. But you'll have to show her what you want." She smiled, running her fingers across his chest. "She likes to be told what to do."

The thought of Lisa eagerly doing as she was told for him gave him a sudden thrill. "Okay baby. But there's no reason you shouldn't cum," he said, dropping to his knees.

"Oh," she squeaked, as his mouth closed over her labia, and his tongue began to explore.

---

Dan pulled on his robe and loaded a bowl as Sarah caught her breath in the shower. "Send her to me when you're done," she called out.

"Yes dear," he said, smiling. He headed downstairs with the pipe and a lighter.

The door to Lisa's room was open so he tapped on the frame and said "Hello?" as he went through. Lisa was in the room with a towel wrapped around her hair, and another held loosely in front of her. She was naked and wet from the shower and he got a great look at her ass as she turned toward him and fastened her towel around herself. His instinct was to apologize and look away while she adjusted, but he maintained eye contact instead, and stepped right in with a confident smile.

"Hi Dan," she said, tucking in a corner of the towel next to one breast. "Sorry about that, I'm just used to air drying. That was the only nice thing about my tiny crappy apartment!"

"Well feel free to make yourself at home," he said. "Here, would you be more comfortable if I join you?"

"Oh, okay," she said, considering. "Sure, why not?"

Dan opened his robe and let it drop onto the futon behind him, enjoying the cool air on his skin, and the feeling of freedom and exhilaration being naked brought. His erection had not completely subsided from Sarah's attentions in the shower; his cock hung downward but it felt full and heavy, and he enjoyed letting Lisa see it.

"It does feel nice to dry this way!" he said.

She looked him over with a growing smile, her gaze lingering well below his face, as she unwrapped and tossed her towel aside. "Doesn't it?" she asked, taking a step closer. She removed the towel from her head as well and let her wet hair fall down around her shoulders. He liked watching the droplets of water creep down her skin, dripping off the end of a firmly erect nipple, or trickling down her smooth pubic mound to gather in the crevice between her milky white labia.

"So what's up?" she asked.

"Here, I brought us a bowl," he said, handing her the pipe.

"Thanks!"

"But we're running a little low, so we should share hits."

"Okay." She took a hit, inhaling deeply and holding it. She rested a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, and he lightly held her waist and felt her breasts brush against his chest as their lips met and she blew the smoke into his mouth.

"That was a good one," he said, exhaling to the side.

"Yeah it was." She held up the pipe. "Your turn?"

"Hold it for me."

She held the pipe up to his mouth and lit it for him. Dan moved his fingers on her hips as he took the hit. He felt his penis brush against her thigh. She lowered the pipe and leaned in for her hit. This time he moved a hand to her back, just above the crack of her ass, and when their lips met, he let his tongue touch hers.

"Open your mouth," he said as they parted.

"Why?" she asked.

He brought his hand up to her cheek, brushing it lightly with the backs of his fingers. "Because I want to feel it," he said, touching her bottom lip. Her lips parted and he inserted a finger, touching her tongue, warm and moist. It moved, softly licking his fingertip, and she closed her mouth around it, watching his face. He started to pull it out, and then went back in, with a second finger this time. She made an 'mmm' sound and closed her eyes, suckling gently. He pulled his fingers out, drawing saliva down her chin, wetting her neck with it.

"I like that," she whispered.

"You want to be a good little girl for me, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be so good." 

Dan liked the sound of that. "Sit down and give Daddy a kiss," he said.

Lisa smiled, looking up at him as she slid lower, her body pressing against him. She kissed his stomach and then nuzzled gently at his penis with her face, pressing in to softly kiss one side, then the other. His erection grew, rising up, and she moved under it, kissing his balls as his cock hardened.

"Like this, Daddy?" she asked, looking up at him. His cock rested across her face, softly throbbing. 

"That's right," he said. "Do you want a taste?"

"Yes, please."

Dan pushed his fingers into her hair, tightening his grip to tilt her head back, and tapped his cock on her face a few times with his other hand. He was enjoying the slow build up, letting it swell and ache. Now there was a big pearl of pre-cum dripping from the tip and he wanted to give it to her.

"Use your fingers," he said, and she touched the drop with a couple of fingertips, spreading it around the tip of his cock, before bringing them to her mouth for a taste.

"I want more," she pouted.

"Open up that pretty mouth."

Her lips parted and he laid his cock on her tongue, sliding in, and let out a ragged sigh as she closed her mouth around him and began to suck. She moved a hand down to her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out, and he could see them glistening with wetness. He held her head with a handful of her hair and moved slowly back and forth, gently pressing a little farther in each time, and holding there for a few seconds while Lisa moved her tongue against him. She sucked hard as he pulled back, making him swell harder, making a loud pop as the head of his cock pulled out of her mouth.

"I've got to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours," he said, lifting her onto the futon. He straddled one leg and put her on her side, sliding his cock into her sopping wet pussy and fucking hard. He pressed a thumb against her asshole, and brought the other to her pussy, spreading her wetness all over and slipping into all her creases, rubbing in circles around her clit.

"Oh god," she cried, starting to shake. He got a couple of fingers into her ass and could feel the head of his cock moving inside her, through the thin layer of flesh between her pussy and her ass. He pushed on it with his fingers, moving them in and out of her ass and pressing his cock more firmly into her g-spot as he fucked her. He pushed all the way in as she came with a loud scream, pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. It felt so good, he slid out and back in, slowly, building up to an orgasm. His balls got tight and he felt tingling electricity running from them up into his body, up the length of his cock, and he pulled out to quickly straddle her neck as the first spurt of cum shot out, falling across her face. She got her hands on his cock and moved it around her face as he kept coming, streaks of thick semen spilling over her mouth and cheeks and nose, before finally opening her mouth to suck the last few drops out, making him groan with pleasure.

"Oh fuck that was amazing," he said, panting. Lisa made a satisfied mmm sound, softly holding his slippery cock. He swung his knee over her, and reached out to scoop up some of the cum on her face with his fingers. 

"Okay, now I want you to go upstairs," he said, bringing his hand down to her pussy, smearing the semen all over her labia and clit, "and give this to Sarah for me."

---

Sarah waited for Lisa, getting excited thinking about what she might be doing with Dan. She lay back and spread her legs, reaching down to lightly run her fingers over her pussy lips, thinking about Lisa's soft warm mouth. She closed her eyes and lost track of time for a bit, until she heard someone on the stairs.

Lisa appeared in the doorway, completely naked except for the slick sheen of semen that decorated her face and neck, spattering her breasts with thick, heavy drops. She walked in and Sarah saw that her pussy was glistening with fresh cum as well.

"I have a delivery for you," said Lisa with a smile.

Sarah came over and pressed her body against Lisa's, sliding herself up and down and feeling the slickness spread on her skin. She loved the feel of their breasts rubbing together, and ran her hands over Lisa's, pinching a hard nipple with her thumb. She leaned in for a kiss, lightly closing her mouth over Lisa's lower lip, and tasted her husband's cum. She licked a wide swath of semen from Lisa's face, and went in for a deeper kiss, feeling Lisa's tongue move against hers, savoring the taste and slippery texture of Dan's cum in their mouths. Sharing it was exhilarating and turned her on so much she could feel her pussy swell and pulse.

They pulled apart, milky strands stretching between their lips and breasts as they separated, and Sarah pushed Lisa onto the bed. She began to make out with Lisa's pussy, softly sucking one lip into her mouth, then the other. She loved the feel of the slippery warm cum smearing on her face, and slid her tongue between Lisa's labia, and then down to lightly lick her asshole, feeling the tight ring quiver as she pressed into it with her tongue.

She rotated her body until she was straddling Lisa's face, and lowered herself onto Lisa's welcoming mouth. She slid a couple of fingers into Lisa's warm, wet pussy, and gently suckled on her clit, and Lisa's hips began to buck and her legs closed tightly around Sarah's head.

Sarah was moving her hips, too, grinding her pussy on Lisa's mouth and tongue, when she felt something else, hard and heavy, press against her, followed by a loud slap on her ass. She let out a surprised yelp at the smack, and then a gasp as Dan's cock slid into her pussy while Lisa slurped and licked below.

"How's that, honey?" he asked, sliding back out, slowly, almost all the way, and then back in. He spanked her again, really stinging her ass cheek, and she felt vulnerable and trapped with Lisa's legs clamped around her head. And as the sting faded, pleasure bloomed and flowed through her body, and she found herself straining to push herself back against him, to push her ass farther out toward him, seeking another smack. This time he gave it to her on the other side, sending another wave of sensations rushing through her.

He pulled out and let Lisa eagerly take him into her mouth, and Sarah felt him slide a couple of fingers into her pussy, slowly moving in and out, getting her wetness all over. "Lisa, could you reach up and spread Sarah's ass cheeks apart for me?" she heard him ask, and felt Lisa's fingers stretch her skin tight.

Dan's dripping fingers went slightly higher and circled her asshole, pushed against it, and slipped in. She let out a long groan at the sensation. He dipped into her pussy again, and then she felt the warm wet head of his cock pressing into the tight ring of her ass, slow and gentle, but firm and steady, building pressure.

"Oh my god," she squeaked from between Lisa's clenched legs, "No! What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, baby," said Lisa from underneath her, stroking her pussy softly with her fingers. "It feels great!"

"Okay," she said, unsure but ready.

Dan leaned in, and she felt her asshole stretch and give and take him in, felt the head of his cock filling her as Lisa's warm mouth made out with her pussy, and shuddered at the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. She felt him pull back, felt her ass slip over the head of his cock, and then he pushed it back in, farther, easier. He began to slide the full length of his cock in and out of her. He felt so huge filling her ass, and her body was tingling and shivering with pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me, keep fucking me..." she cried out, quivering, on the verge of orgasm, and Lisa's fingers slipped into her pussy, and she felt Dan give a great thrust and there was a gush of hot liquid exploding from him deep inside of her and she began to shake and spasm uncontrollably.

They collapsed into a pile and lay there, panting.

"I think we could all use another shower!" said Lisa. "Together, this time?"



Moving Day



Chris and I have finally found our dream house, and it is moving day. Our dream home is a two-story, four bedroom house with a Jacuzzi off from the downstairs bedroom and a beautiful lake behind the house.

We are sharing this house with another couple, and they are helping us move today. They are a very good-looking couple, and I have already been checking out the nice-sized bulge between the guy's legs. I am thinking that this will be great fun living with Trish and John. It's going to be like having your own live-in playmates.

We've been moving all morning and have all gotten to know each other a lot better. We decide to take a break for lunch and try out the Jacuzzi. So we order pizza and head for the Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi is in the middle of this elaborately tiled room. There is a well-stocked bar conveniently placed within arms reach of the Jacuzzi. We all start slowly slipping out of our clothes. I catch a glance at John's muscular body and also confirm my thoughts of him having a big cock. Oh, Yes! I want that inside of me bad.

Chris starts to mix a vodka and orange juice for Trish and myself and he also grabs John and himself a cold beer. He then slips into the Jacuzzi with the rest of us and we all relax and eat our pizza and drink our drinks. 

After a few drinks we are all talking and relaxing and becoming closer, I feel John take his feet and begin to rub the inside of my thigh. I shiver a bit as he begins to allow his foot to rub over my pussy and once in a while he slips his big toe into my hole and tickles my clit. I am filled with pleasure so much that I almost scream, but as I begin to John pulls me forward and muffles my scream by kissing me deeply and hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

My hands then begin to explore downwards and rub across his nice huge and very hard cock. I glance over to Trish and Chris and they have begun to explore each other as well. Chris' hands are below the water playing with Trish's warm mound and her hand is steadily working on his cock. 

At just that time John lifts me up and impales my pussy with his rock hard cock and I moan out in pleasure. As I begin to slide up and down his pole I again glance over and see Chris and Trish slide out of the Jacuzzi and go into the adjoining bedroom to have fun of their own.

John is fucking me like crazy and I am screaming like mad. His cock is so hard and feels so good. He drives deep into the core of me and sends my body into spasms. I tremble and quiver and he just keeps going on and on driving my body wild and making my senses overfill with pleasure. It goes so deep inside me that it almost hurts and after a few minutes waves of orgasm come over me and I come all over his cock.

John lifts me up and we slide into the bedroom just in time to see Trish coming all over Chris' face. I have to get some of this action so I crawl over on the bed and just as Trish gets off of Chris's face I slide onto his face. He begins to lick and tease my clit and I am once again writhing with complete pleasure. His cock is stiff and wanting attention so I turn myself around and ride his face while I take his lovely cock into my mouth and begin to suck on his cock like crazy. His cock twitches in my mouth and I can feel the head swell against my lips. My tongue slides over it teasing the tip and lapping at its sweetness.

Chris then pulls me off of him and lays me on his back and begins to fuck me. His cock slides in easy and fills me completely. After a while I am coming on his cock and he fills my pussy with his hot seed.

All this time John and Trish have been on the floor fucking and sucking on each other. Trish's moans have filled the room. John had his cock in her ass and she was loving it. I watched them for a moment getting more turned on and then got in the floor with them and fingered Trish's lovely pussy while John fucked her beautiful ass. Chris crawled behind John and fucked his ass while we were all having our fun. 

The fucking goes on for hours. Sometimes I am fucking Chris and sometimes I am fucking John. Sometimes I am eating Trish's pussy while I am being fucked and sometimes I am having my pussy eaten while either Trish or one of the guys get fucked in the ass by the other.

Trish and I even fuck each other with a double-headed dildo and the guys take turn sucking each other off. It is a very eventful evening and at the end of it all we all curl up together in the California king size bed in the bedroom and fall asleep.

Needless to say we don't get everything moved that day, but we all sure had a whole lot of fun.



Moving Day



I had promised to help Carmen move. I don't know why - I always seem to get sucked into these things. But she and I were all we had left of our family - at least here in Denver. She's my 2nd cousin once removed or something. Legal to marry in all fifty states - as she'd repeatedly pointed out when we were teenagers.

"Gene, I'm going to get you to marry me one of these days. What's it gonna take? Do I have to take you out to the barn and let you do anything - and I mean ANYTHING - you want to do to me? You can even pretend it's someone else if you want..." Carmen had told me repeatedly at my Uncle's farm on the eastern Colorado plains. He lost it in the 80's, but that's life.

Carmen had always been very needy. When she was young, her Mom married a real bastard who sexually abused her for years. I think (and hope) he's still doing time in the Oklahoma prison system for it. So Carmen hugged alot more than was necessary, made sexual innuendos every chance she got, showed alot more skin than was necessary, was always the first to go skinny dipping, etc. Most of the family, being real conservative church goers, just freaked out and kept their distance from her. I just loved her wild side, and we got along famously.

"Gene, baby, I need some love." Carmen pleaded on the phone.

"Carmen, baby, you know I love you." I soothed.

"Not in the way it counts." Carmen pouted.

"Tell me what you need and I'll be there for you. You know that." I reminded her sternly.

"Gene, I finally got that corner apartment above the pool. No more exposing myself to nobody in the alley. Now I can go starkers in front of twenty people at the pool." Carmen bragged.

"So you need help moving?" I offered warily.

"You betcha. How's 2:00 Saturday afternoon?" Carmen countered.

"Deal. Be there with a housewarming gift." I promised.

"You're all the gift I need to keep my cozy nook warm. Strike that, make it hot. Thirty years of rubbing off to your picture, can't you spare some real wood to stoke my fires?" Carmen pleaded in a husky voice.

"I'll bring some firewood, too. See you Saturday." I laughed as I dodged her offer.

"I keep telling you you're all the wood I'll ever need." Carmen laughed as we said our goodbyes.

So I stood there that Saturday afternoon, in her hallway to her old apartment, a bundle of wood and a bottle of Bailey's, waiting for about five minutes. Carmen came flying down the hall, in just a sheer white bikini, dripping wet, beige beach towel trailing like a flag behind her. I sucked in my breath. Carmen still had the hardbody of a twenty year old although she was in her forties. Carmen is built with Latina sassiness on a Pat Benatar frame, maybe 5'2", but with curves - all natural - that could stop a clock. Her 34C yabos tried to burst out of the bikini top, which didn't conceal her dark - and stiff - fifty cent piece sized nipples. I swear her nipples stuck out at least an inch. She'd done her hair in a pixie cut, not bad, but far from the long auburn hair I used to stroke every chance I could, when we were younger. I could see every detail of her sweet, tight little pussy through the wet bikini, wide, thick, pink lips on either side, and her red bush trimmed to a triangle pointing down at her slit, like it was saying "Insert coin here".

"Gene! You came! Oh, baby, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting! I was down at the pool showing off, getting wet, getting dry, getting wet, and I lost track of time. Please, Please, forgive me. I'll do anything!" Carmen pleaded as she wrapped herself around me, in one of her famous long hugs.

"Carmen, you're all wet." I noted.

"In more ways than one, baby. Now let me unlock the door - " Carmen said as she reached into her bikini and pulled out her key, which had a tiny dildo and vibrator on the keyring. She had to squat down a little to pull it out, then the fragrance of hot pussy filled the hall as she slipped the key in the slot, saying "Cum inside. Mi casa, mi su puta (My house, I'm your whore)."

We blocked open the door and started carrying boxes down the hall and around the corner to her new spot. It had views of the mountain on one side and and the pool on the other. Two bedrooms, one obviously set up as an office, the other a bit more floral than most guys can stand, obviously her bedroom. She'd already mounted a big mirror on the wall at the headboard, another on the wall at the foot of the bed, and yet another on the ceiling! You could see out into the parking lot beside the pool, and they could see in, as the blinds were completely raised.

"I see you already got the heavy lifting done." I puzzled, as all the major furniture was already in place.

"Pretty sweet deal. Let out the contract on my old furniture rental - started a new contract with another company. Didn't want you too worn out to be of any use to me." Carmen teased.

"Honey, don't make promises you won't keep." I retorted, slightly annoyed.

"Here's one promise you can take to the bank. The day you say Carmen, let's fuck, I'm gonna do you in every way, in every hole. You got that, Mister?" Carmen shot back defiantly.

"Got it, Carmen, clear as your bikini." I taunted. Carmen blushed, and gushed, with the real heavy odor of hot pussy again.

"I forgot...from the pool...and you've been looking... Oh, what the hell is wrong with me? Why don't you want me?" Carmen broke down, began sobbing. I rushed to hold her as she cried, just soothing her for several minutes until she regained her composure.


"There's nothing wrong with you. It's been me. I've had all those screwed up ideas about relationships my folks taught me, and every woman I've ever had has cheated on me. 'Til I learned that that's the way of the world, I couldn't be at peace with that, or pursue any interest in you. I'm so sorry we lost thirty years over some stupid ideals that have nothing to do with the real world. I'm sorry if I hurt you and want to let you know you're still one of the hottest women I've ever known." I soothed her as I stroked her hair.

"Do you really mean that?" Carmen looked up at me, her eyes all red from crying, puffy and wet, tears still wetting her cheeks.

"I do. Now we will start over. You will let me be the one to start talking about sex, and I will let you determine how far our relationship goes, deal?" I offered.

"Deal. Now let's finish those boxes. You know how lonely a box can get...Oops, sorry, I'm supposed to let you do that." Carmen suggested with a coy giggle.

When we got back to her old apartment, there were just two boxes left. I reached for one and Carmen said "Hey! Let me get that one!" I just looked at her strangely, and picked up the other box. When we got back to her new spot, she forgot that there was a rug by the kitchen on the way to her bedroom, and tripped over it. The box came apart and spilled it's contents all over the kitchen floor. It was the hottest collection of porn I'd ever laid my eyes on! "Boxlicker Magazine", "Dildos Unlimited" catalogues, "Bob on my Knob" cum shot magazines, "Gang Bangs for Good Girls" magazines, "Swingers XXX Digest" magazines, a "Literotica" book, half a dozen different vibrators, a double ended dildo, and then the big treasure trove - Polaroids. She'd taken probably two four inch stacks of pictures of her having sex with twosomes, threesomes (both King and Queen), foursomes, and even a few moresomes (gang bangs and orgies). All she could do was look up at me, with the guilty look of someone doing something they know they shouldn't, but getting caught anyway.

Something shifted in our relationship, right then. I don't know if it was the "Spank Me" magazines (there were dozens), the "Bondage Babes Monthly" magazines (also dozens), or the thirty years of foreplay between us. Maybe I was thinking if everybody else can fuck her, why not me? Maybe it was the six month dry spell I'd had with getting laid, or the smell of buttered fish, or the dry bikini top with the drenched (at least where her slit was) bikini bottoms.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Carmen." I said sternly.

"I know." she said in reply, lowering her gaze in submission.

"You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" I demanded firmly.

"No, Master, I don't know what you do to naughty girls." Carmen played the slave part perfectly.

"Well, Carmen, naughty girls get spanked. Then they have to apologize. An oral apology is only the beginning. You must give me enough pleasure so that I can forget your transgressions. Do you understand completely?" I demanded of her, still frozen in the position she fell on the floor.

"No, Master, I don't. Please explain it to me. I don't know what you want. I'll do anything..." Carmen said submissively as I interrupted her.

"No, you don't know. And it's not for me to explain myself to you. You are right, you will do anything, and you will do everything. Nothing of what you have documented here..." I waved my arm over the porn spilled on the floor, "... will be denied to me. You will do it all with me, you will tell me every detail, you will document every liaison, and then we're going to publish it all, for everyone who want to see it, to know it, to feel it. Do you accept those terms and conditions, or do I walk out that door RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!" I demanded of Carmen. There was a moment's hesitation before she hissed her answer through clenched teeth "Yes, Master."

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that clearly. You will deny me nothing that you've done, or anything pictured here in your collection of porn, or anything described in your erotic stories?" I stated more evenly.

"Yes, Master. I will not deny you anything." Carmen said with a bright expression, like that of a child getting the Christmas gift they've been begging for thirty years to get.

"You will do it all with me, you will tell me every detail of your past adventures, and we will photograph it all for posterity?" I said in a cool but still controlling voice.

"Yes, Master. I will do anything with you, tell everything to you, take pictures of everything we do." Carmen said with glee in her voice.

"This is serious business, Carmen. We are going to publish all of this. Everyone who sees your pictures will know what a slut you are. Everybody who reads your stories is going to wonder if there can be a real woman who does this. We are going to prove that you are a slut to the whole world. The only compensation for you will be that you are MY slut. Do you agree to these terms and conditions?" I demanded firmly.

"Yes, Master. I am your slut, to do with as you please." Carmen said in the tone of a catholic schoolgirl who has just been chastised by a nun.

"Let the punishment begin. Come over here." I said as I made my way to her living room and the green overstuffed velor chair, with the wide arms that curl. I sat down in it.

"Put your tits between my left leg and the left arm of the chair. Good. Now stand on your tiptoes. Very good." I said as I pulled the strings of her bikini bottom. But I did not pull it off as she was expecting me to do.

Slap! Slap! Slap! my right hand came crashing down onto her round rump, on the left cheek, as she yelped in surprise. I didn't hit her anywhere near as hard as I really could have, but my hand still stung from giving what must have really been something on the receiving end.

"You didn't count. As a result, the punishment doesn't count. We'll have to start over, at a little more pressure for your insolence." I instructed.

"Yes, Master. How many strokes do I get?" Carmen said meekly.

"As many as I want to give." I said sharply, as I landed three more slaps on her right cheek of her tight little rear.

"One. Two. Three." Carmen counted.

"Let's see what we've achieved." I said as I pulled down her limp bikini bottom. "I can't tell..." I said as I spread her legs apart with my hands, as Carmen let out a long moan and another gush of wetness, "... Oh, you like this, do you?" I demanded of Carmen, as I tugged on her red pussy hairs.

"Yes, Master. I love everything you do to me." Carmen nearly swooned as she replied in a very husky voice.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I evenly spaced out the blows on her ass, now turned red from the previous blows. "Four. Five. Six. Seven." Carmen said as her body twitched with each impact.

"Let's see what we've accomplished." I said as my hands opened up her puffy lips, already fully engorged, as the petals of her most personal flower were revealed to me. Her clit was as big as the tip of my thumb, which certainly explained her erotic temperament. I lightly dabbed a fingertip back and forth across the tip of her bud, with a fiendishly light pressure, to which she responded with a howl and the bucking of her hips. I slipped two of my fingers inside her slick channel, which was very tight, and frantically spasming, nearly crushing my fingers in the process. I slipped my fingers out, replacing them with my thumb, as I used my index finger just like pulling the trigger of a gun to just lightly brush the hood and helmet of the glans of her clitoris, firing off cum shot shot after cum shot, until Carmen could barely breathe.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! No response, as Carmen's ragged breathing told me I better play elsewhere for a little while.

"No counting. That means there is no count, and punishment starts over." I taunted.

"Shit!" Carmen cursed at herself.

"Cursing at your master, or speaking when not spoken to doubles punishment." I warned her sternly.

"But you haven't told me how many strokes I'm getting!" Carmen complained.

"Questioning punishment gets an additional ten strokes. Failure to believe your Master knows hows many strokes you should be punished is also ten strokes. Do you want to stay at forty strokes, or would you like to try double or nothing?!?" I demanded in a sarcastic voice.

"No, Master. I trust you. Punish me as you see fit." Carmen begged.

"Oh, I'm so very glad that you approve of my punishing you. Let's say I give you eighty strokes." I offered.

"But I didn't do anything!" Carmen complained.

"Oh, really? Didn't DO anything? Didn't fuck and suck anybody and everybody? Didn't lick every pussy spread before you? Didn't keep a box of porn to rub your nub to? Didn't try to expose yourself to everybody just to get a reaction? Didn't just question your Master knowing how many strokes you should get? Didn't DO anything?" I ranted.

"I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong. I did do many, many, very naughty things. I can't wait to confess them all to you. I know your punishment will be fair and firm." Carmen apologized.

"We'll give you your chance to make a full and complete oral apology later. In the mean time, remove the bra of your bikini." I ordered.

"Yes, Master, at once." Carmen replied, tossing it on the floor.

I slipped my hands down between the velor arms of the couch and the cushion, grabbing onto the softest breasts I've ever felt. How could they be so firm, yet so soft? Not even saggy?

"What are these? 34C's?" I asked absentmindedly.

"Yes, Master. You are correct." Carmen agreed.

"I'm correct even if I'm wrong. Remember that." I instructed.

"Yes, Master." Carmen gushed as I toyed with her long, stiff nipples. I could roll them between my fingers like cigarettes made out of rubber. I had to remind myself to suck them later.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! My hands crashed down onto her firm butt. "Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven." Carmen counted.

"Wrong again. You missed four when you were cumming your brains out earlier. Since you missed counts, count started over. You get an extra ten strokes for trying to cheat with the count." I instructed.

"Yes, Master." Carmen said surly, as she bit her lip to keep from saying what she was obviously thinking (You bastard! Why don't you try counting when your jizz is squirting and we'll see how well you'll do! Bastard! Motherfucker! Why can't you just give me credit for it instead of adding more fucking swats on my bruised butt?).

"Do you have any peanut oil, Carmen?" I asked gently.

"Yes, Master, in the box in the kitchen." Carmen replied warily.

"Then get it at once." I demanded, and she shot off like a rocket, digging frantically through boxes, as her pert little butt and full globes jiggled for my delight.

"Here is is Master, as you ordered." Carmen knelt before me, offering it out with both her hands, head bent in submission. I decided I liked that pose alot.

"I have a new requirement of you. When we are alone - or whenever I instruct you that you are to act as if we are in private, you are to be naked and kneeling in front of me within exactly 60 seconds. And no more living like a slob, clothes neatly folded. Do you understand?" I instructed.

"Yes, Master, as you wish." Carmen was nearly overcome with joy at my new demand she be naked.

"Then it is time to complete punishment. Or are you trying to escape what is due to you?" I tried to trap Carmen in her own little game.

"No Master! Please give me all the punishment you think I deserve." Carmen pleaded.

"Even if it is eighty strokes?" I taunted.

"Even if it is one hundred and eighty strokes." Carmen looked up at me, eyes gleaming, as she squirmed on my lap trying to determine how turned on I was, if my cock was hard.

"You will get to know my prick soon enough. Now stay still." I ordered.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! "One. Two. Three. Four." Carmen called out clearly. I rubbed the oil into her red rump, then over onto her mons, into her slit, and down into her tight channel. Her breathing came faster and I knew it was time to move on. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! "Five. Six. Seven. Eight." I thrust my thumb into her, using the cum shot grip again to extract just as many orgasms as slaps. "Oh, God, that's addictive." Carmen muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?" I demanded full well knowing what she'd just said.

"Nothing, Master." Carmen lied, looking away from me.

"You will NOT lie to me. I heard what you said. Even if I didn't, you promised to tell me everything. How am I to believe your promises? You have no secrets from me, no deceptions. You must surrender fully and completely. Tell me what you said, WORD FOR WORD." I raged.

"I said Oh, God, that's addictive, Master. Please forgive me." Carmen begged.

"Pleasing and forgiving cum later. Now it's punishment. What is a punishment harsh enough for breaking one of your vows to me?" I asked her to close the box on her own fate.

I could see Carmen mentally squirming, trying not to go too far, trying not to go not far enough.

"I ... have a paddle ... a ping-pong paddle ..." Carmen muttered, not sure if that would be enough.

"Get it, at once!" I hissed.

"Here it is, Master." Carmen knelt and presented it to me, after five long minutes of digging in boxes.

"You kept me waiting long enough. I lost my erection. You will remove my pants and shorts, then service my shaft back to hardness, using only your mouth." I demanded to Carmen's surprise. She clearly hadn't thought I'd been that turned on. Hell, I'd been hard since the moment I saw her tight little box through her bikini out in the hall.

"Yes, Master, at once." Carmen said gleefully. Carmen then unzipped my baggy blue jeans, undid my belt, then as as afterthought untied my shoes, removing them and my socks. I stepped out of my pants and white briefs, which she pulled off in one smooth motion. Then she moved to touch my cock.

"No. No. No.", I chastised her, wriggling my finger, "Put the clothes up, then come back to the chair. I'll be waiting for you." I said as I slapped my left hand with the paddle.

I'd never seen her butt move that fast. Then I remembered I'd given her a sixty second clock to deal with clothes, and smiled with self satisfaction. It sure was nice watching her jiggle around all frantic and worried about the paddle.




Moving Day



"Here I am, Master." Carmen announced, as she bent back over the chair.

"Now remember, mouth only. You put any teeth marks in my schlong, and I'll have both your nipples pierced, just to yank on them with chains." I warned darkly.

Carmen looked up at me as her soft red lips closed over the tip of my limp dick, not really sure that she understood what I'd just said, or why I'd said it. Then she knew. Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! the paddle crashed down as hard as I could drive it. Carmen yelped with each impact, nearly biting my cock with each blow. I rubbed her scarlet red butt with the peanut oil, as my 8" wrist thick pussy stretcher came to life in her sweet cock sucking mouth.

"No counting. Back to zero then. No taking your mouth off, either. Shall we begin again?" I let Carmen know that the rules were the rules, and sucking my cock didn't get her out of suffering for her transgressions. I put the pedal to the metal. Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! "Ouff. Twouff. Treef. Fouff." Carmen muttered with a mouthful of cock. She was slowly moving her head up and down, spiraling her tongue around the shaft, then sliding her tongue to the bottom of my glans as her lips closed pulling off my glans, then quick thrusts where just her top lip and tongue stroked the helmet. Damn! Made me wish I'd let her start blowing me thirty years ago! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! "Fief....Tweef." Carmen called out, tears streaming from her eyes. It looked like her butt had had enough, so I rubbed some more peanut oil into it, then onto her thighs, then into her mound, which had a creamy goo dripping out of it. I fluttered my fingertips across the lips of her vulva, teasing the hood of her clitoris, then rubbing the nub between my slickened fingers. Carmen hissed around my shaft, then shuddered. My thumb slid into her twat, confirming what I already knew - she was literally climaxing nearly constantly. I was very close to doing that myself. So I pulled Carmen up, telling her "Kneel in front of me."

Carmen looked puzzled, like she'd done something wrong. I had to let her know everything was all right - at least for tonight. "Carmen, that was marvelous. You are a truly talented cocksucker. Another moment and you'd have been swallowing my load."

"I live to serve my Master." Carmen chuckled.

"Yes, and we're not done with punishment. But the point has come where nothing further can be achieved tonight by paddling you ass. So we will leave the thirty-eight strokes you have left for another time.", I dangled the carrot in front of Carmen, then backhanded her with the next requirement, "So I'm taking the box of toys and porn as insurance, to be sure everything is fully cataloged and nothing gets lets out. You shall not purchase any new porn or toys. You may call me to approve access to any of the items in the box. I will tell you on what terms and conditions you may use them. Is that understood?"

Carmen clearly did not like that idea, but had little choice. Her pussy was dripping and there was a stiff cock ready to throughly fuck it if she just played along. "I can call you any time, day or night, Master? Just ask for what I want in the box?" Carmen said with her best sales smile.

"Yes, Carmen. Whatever you want. Anytime, Day or Night." I offered.

"Then I want your cock in my box, every day and every night." Carmen trapped me back.

"I'd have to move in." I considered the obvious.

"You can move in and out as much as you want." Carmen offered, moving to kiss me.

It struck me then that she was the first woman in my life to suck my cock before she French kissed me. I predicted that Carmen would give me a lot of firsts.



Moving Day



Several students from the college next door were hanging out in front of my brownstone when I arrived. Only one stood out – a thin, blond with a brown tweed cap cocked to one side. She was smoking a cigarette. The way she pinched the butt between her thumb and middle finger and took short, quick drags made her look so delinquently juvenile that my cock twitched. 

I had loaded my car with light things and valuables, including my racing bike, which the girl immediately came over to admire. She said her name was Erica, but that people call her Rickey. I suggested that she take the bike for a spin, and then got busy carrying my belongings up to my second floor condo. Just as I was about to lift the last box, Rickey came walking back with the bike. She'd taken a bad spill, so I invited her in to clean up.

I fished through the boxes for first aid supplies, towels and soap and showed her to the bathroom. She glanced in the mirror, checked her face from different angles and adjusted her hat. It hit me that she looked like a deliciously pubescent blend of James Dean and Jean Seberg. 

Assuming that she'd want privacy I headed out, but she said, "Don't go, I'd like your help," and rolled up her torn pants leg. I crouched at her feet, examined her knee, washed the abrasion, dabbed it with peroxide, and rubbed her smooth calf as she bravely fought the sting.

That wound attended to, she unfastened the top buttons of her blouse, pulled it down over her shoulder, and asked me to take care of the scratch which she couldn't reach. Like the most ethical of doctors, I treated the wound. Even when her blouse slipped revealing her nipple and she said, "I don't bother wearing a bra because my boobs are so small," I averted my eyes and disguised my excitement by making a bad joke:

"That's okay, what's a little breast between friends." 

Instead of covering herself up, she undid the rest of her buttons and pressed her body against mine. My cock swelled and I felt embarrassed that she might notice. But when I started to pull back she tightened her embrace, humped me ever so slightly and said, "You've been so sweet, I want to repay you."

I told her that I didn't want her to think I was a dirty old man. 

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, "just tell me what you'd like me to do." 

I was shocked by her statement and her matter-of-fact tone, and I suddenly experienced the strangest sensation, a feeling of lightness in my stomach and chest which, like a mild electric current, practically tickled.

An image flashed in my mind of an old-fashioned rubber stopper being yanked by the chain from a bathtub drain allowing the water to rush out. In an instant my words spontaneously flowed, words I didn't believe I was saying but had no desire to stop: 

"I'd like you to play with your pussy and tell me your thoughts as you make yourself come." 

If she had protested in any way I would have apologized and taken back my request. But she didn't protest. She didn't say a word. Her face took on a serious expression, as if I had given her a challenging assignment, one that intrigued her and at which she was determined to succeed.

Incredibly, she took off her jeans and panties, sat on the toilet, opened her legs, rubbed her clit up and down and around, looked at me with a face that made me think she had the dirtiest mind in the world, put her middle finger into her mouth, drew it out slowly through slick, pursed lips, went back to her pussy and fingered her clit.

I knelt down as if to worship at an altar. My face was about a foot from her twat. Her pussy hair was short and fuzzy. Her clit stood tall and was surrounded by a beautifully shaped butterfly of loose skin.

I watched her shift her fingers from her clit to her hole, and put one, two, three fingers inside, moving them together in and out in a slow, steady fuck, and then she drew the wetness up to her clit, closed her eyes as if entering a trance, and started to talk: 

"I'm with a girl in her bedroom. Her name is Laura. I'm not sure if she wants to get it on. I don't think she's made love with a girl before, but I've had the feeling for a while that she wanted to try.

Laura sits down on the edge of the bed. She's flipping the pages of a book trying to find a poem that she'd told me about. I take the book from her and put it on her night table. We look into each others eyes. I go to kiss her lips and she lets me. I press my lips harder against hers and she parts them so I can slide my tongue in. We kiss and rub tongues and hold each other in our arms.

I can feel my pussy beginning to throb and get wet. I wonder if her pussy feels that way too. I place my hand on the crotch of her jeans. She opens her legs a little more. I press her crotch harder and move my hand around. She starts humping my hand. I reach for her zipper. She helps pull it down.

I stay outside her panties, rub and squeeze her mound, find her slit and slowly track it up and down. She presses her pussy harder against my finger. I rub a little faster. She moves her hips so I can focus on her clit. I rub it in circles and sometimes up and down and then sneak my fingers under the lower edge of her panties and touch her pussy hair and her hole.

She says that her pussy is wet like a bowl of water and tells me to put my finger inside. I do as she asks and find that her pussy is drenched just like she said and I fuck her with my finger a few times.

She stands, takes off her jeans and panties, her blouse and her bra, pinches her nipples as if to waken them from a deep sleep, sits on the edge of the bed and lies back with her legs hanging to the floor. 

I kneel with my face in her crotch, inhale her smell, spread her pussy lips with my fingers, kiss her hole, stick my tongue inside, slowly drag my tongue up to her clit, lick it slowly, very slowly at first, and then go back to her hole, lick along the edges, they're so slippery and wet, then up to her clit, licking a little faster now, first in small circles and then up and down.

She moans a little and gently thrusts, matching the rhythm of my tongue. As I lick faster and start flicking her clit with my tongue, she moans louder and humps faster, and soon my own pussy needs touching.

I slip my hand inside my panties, moisten my fingers with the juice in my pussy hole, draw the wetness up to my clit, and finger my clit with the same speed and motion as I tongue Laura's clit.

In moments it seems as if my finger and tongue are the same and that Laura's clit and my clit are one. I rub and I lick and I lick and I rub and when I forget even to breathe Laura gasps and moans and we…we…Oh, I coming." 

Rickey clutched her twat and pressed down, and when she caught her breath she sighed, opened her eyes, and said, "My God, that felt so nice, but what about you?"

She leaned forward and held her fingers to my nose, so I could inhale the smell of her pussy, and then she placed the same pussy-scented fingers on my lips and slid them into my mouth. I licked them and sucked them as she slowly moved them in and out. 

Still on my knees I dropped my pants and briefs and started jerking off. She leaned forward a little more and said that she wanted to see. My cock was so wet that I didn't have to use spit. I stared into her eyes as she watched what I was doing.

I looked at my cock with her, the way it was gliding through my clenched hand, the way the head was there, then gone, and then there again, and the way the hole stretched open as my hand stroked back on the skin, and then I asked her to open her legs wider and pinch her clit and stretch it out as long as it will go.

She did just as I asked and said, "I'm going to pretend that my clit is a little dick." 

She moistened her fingers with juice from her pussy hole, squeezed her clit between her thumb and middle finger and slowly masturbated up and down like a boy.

Before long she started to moan. The sound of her voice and the sight of her twat all wet and pink and puckered, and her fingers moving, and her blond pussy hair, and her taut stomach, and her tiny nipple-bump tits, and the way she was sitting on the toilet just like she was pissing or shitting made me so excited that the head of my cock stung as if I hadn't pissed in a week. 

I said that I was going to come. She motioned for me to stand up and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me and sucked me while she jerked her clit off, and just as she trembled and stuffed three fingers up her twat I shot cum all over her tongue and deep into her ravenous mouth. 

After we came back to earth she said that she had to pee. I yanked up my briefs and pants and turned to leave, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulled me to her side and proudly said, "Check this out." 

She faced the toilet, lifted the seat, spread her feet about twenty inches apart, made an upside-down V with her index and middle fingers, parted her pussy lips and her sticky pussy hair, tilted her pelvis, aimed her twat and shot a golden stream of piss straight into the toilet. 

As I watched the squirt and splash of her pee I traced the crack of her butt with my finger. She spread her feet a little further apart to allow me better access to her asshole. I circled the tight ridge of her sphincter and had just inserted my middle finger up to the first joint when her pee stopped flowing.

"Uh, oh," she said, glancing around. "No toilet paper."

I had a piece of crumpled Kleenex in my pocket and took it out to give to her. But she jokingly whined, "No Daddy, you do it," so I patted her pussy dry, sniffed the damp and fragrant tissue, dropped it in the toilet and flushed.

She picked her panties up off the floor and carefully pulled them on over her sore knee. I knew that exploring her asshole would have to wait till another time, so I inhaled the pungent fecal smell on my finger, helped her on with her jeans, buttoned her blouse and walked her to the front door. 

"Hope you enjoy your new place," she said, as she winked goodbye.



Moving Day



I had just sold my house and the movers were scheduled to come the next day. I was moving to New York were I didn't know anybody. It had been sooo long since I had been fucked and I was really missing it. I knew it would be a while before I met someone in the Big Apple. It wouldn't be as easy as in the small town I lived in. I knew I had to pack, but the urge to indulge in some dildo action got the best of me.

I stripped naked and got on to the bed. My favorite dildo in hand, I slowly slide it into my wet pussy and start stroking as I'm playing with my titties. Hmmm, Ohhh, feels good. As I lie on the bed with my eyes closed, stroking my pussy, I hear voices but figuring that it's just the neighbors who are always loud, I just keep on working the dildo, sliding in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. Suddenly, a voice says "Miss we're the moving crew and we are here to help you pack your box. Looks like you could use a hand or two. Can we be of service to you?"

As I open my eyes, I see 5 of the most gorgeous hunks standing around my bed. They are ready have their cocks out and are stroking them. Having 5 Guys has always been a fantasy for me, so I'm now in heaven! "I'd like to have this box packed by each of you" I say as I spread my legs wide for them to see my pussy stuffed with the Dildo. 

They all suddenly descend upon me. The boss grabs the dildo from my pussy and commands his crew to get to sucking and fucking because this lady needs her box stuff full. He pulls the dildo from my pussy and starts teasing my asshole with it. Slowly pushing it in just an inch and pulling out. Stroking In and out, just barely sticking it in.

Two of the crew get to work on my tits. Slowing licking and biting my nipples before sucking my hard nipples into their mouths. They suck hard on my nipples which sends tingles all the way down to my pussy. As they are sucking on my titties, they are stroking their hard cocks. 

Another of the crew is kissing me, sticking this tongue in my mouth, teasing me, flicking in and out rapidly. Ohhh, Ohhh , Yes, Yes I moan. I want him to lick my pussy with that fast tongue. He must be a mind reader because he stops kissing me and slowly moves down my body, kissing his way down to my throbbing mound. He kisses my pussy lips before licking inside. He licks slowly up and down my pussy lips, then flick my clit with his tongue. Slowly back and forth he works my clit with that lightning fast tongue. 

As I moan, the Boss man shoves the dildo all the way into my ass, stroking in and out. I'm surprised by how good this feels. My Ass is tight but the pressure feels soo good! "I need a big cock now!" I hear myself scream. I can't believe I said that.  

The fifth guy has just been hanging back and watching the other guys suck and fuck me as he was stroking his cock which is now rock hard. He climbs onto the bed beside me and dangles his cock onto my lips. Teasing me with it. I open wide to take his cock into my mouth & he pulls away. "Please I need to suck you now. I've got to have your cock" I plead with him. .He lowers his cock to my mouth and I slowly suck the head of his cock into my mouth. As I circle the tip of his cock with my tongue, I stoke his shaft with my free hand. His hips start thrusting as I continue to suck him. He starts moving faster and faster, fucking my mouth.

Just as the sensations of having my titties sucked, my pussy licked, my ass fucked and having a big cock fucking my mouth all at the same time are about to overcome me, I feel a hard cock enter my pussy with a hard thrust. Suddenly I'm being fucked by the boss. "Here's how you fuck a woman" the boss tells his crew. "I expect each one of you to be able to do this the way I show you when I'm done. We want an excellent report sent back to the corporate office from a satisfied customer. We must do everything to please her." He tells the crew. 

I'm thinking "Oh yes, please me each and every one of you." My pussy feels so full because the dildo in my ass is pushing up against it. As he fucks me, stroking in and out slowly I feel the orgasm building. As I begin to moan, he starts fucking me faster and faster. My moans become faster to match his rhythm. The cock in my mouth begins thrusting too match my moans. The tongue in my pussy also increases his speed until he has my clit rock hard. He sucks my clit into his mouth and starts to suck it hard. 

The two guys sucking my tits stop and move up onto the bed beside me. They continue squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples as they stroke their cocks. They shoot their hot load onto my tits, squirting their cum all over them This is more than I can stand watching them cum puts me over the edge. A wave orgasms over comes me, as my clit explodes and my pussy begins to quiver. Just when I can't imagine anything better, the hard cock in my mouth shoots his load, spilling out of my mouth and down my chin. The boss starts thrusting harder and faster, and is only a few seconds before he blows his wad deep inside my pussy. 

As the boss pulls out of my pussy, he also pulls the dildo out of my ass. Suddenly, I'm being rolled over and pussy eater shoves his huge cock deep into my ass. Fucking me like I've never been fucked before. Much to my surprise, this makes me cum again. My ass is sooo tight it doesn't take long before he's had enough. He shoots cum deep into me and all over my ass as he pulls out. 

As I lie on the bed totally covered in cum, I hear them discussing who get to fuck me next. "Don't worry guys, we've got ALL day and I expect you to take ALL day completing this job. You wouldn't an unsatisfied customer to complain to the corporate office would you?" I ask them. "Now line up boys and each one of you will get your turn" I command.

We fucked and sucked all day. Each one moving to a different spot each time we all got off. I've never had my hot box stuffed so full and had so much fun moving. 



Moving Day



My nineteen year old nephew, Tim, came over to my apartment to help me rearrange some heavy furniture around. I needed to move a bed and couch and Tim was available that Saturday morning. After we finished, we were both sweating. Tim asked if he could take a shower so he could then change into some clean clothes he had brought along.

As Tim was in the shower, I went and got a clean towel from the closet. Tim was just finishing when I opened the bathroom door to lay the towel on the vanity. Tim pulled the shower curtain open and I got the view. Tim had about a six inch cock surrounded by dark brown pubic hair. His cock was thick and water was still dripping from the tip. 

I think Tim was a bit shocked to see me standing there, but there was nothing he could do about it now. I walked over to the tub and told him to step out. I had Tim turn his back to me, then I proceeded to towel him off. I ran the towel all over, paying attention to his ass, I dried his cheeks with a special up and down rub of his crack.

I then had my nephew turn around. I think he was going to try and take the towel from me, but I started to wipe across his chest. I could see Tim was breathing a bit deeper as we stood inches apart from one another. I then went to my knees to dry his legs. I moved the towel to his private area next. I lifted his cock with one hand and dried off his big, dangling sacs.

Tim's cock jerked a bit as I moved the towel's material all around his cock. As I was on my knees, I looked up to Tim's face. He had his head pushed back, as if he was getting a bit of enjoyment from all my attention.

I pulled the towel away. Now was the moment of truth. I still held his cock in one hand. I then brought the tip of it to my lips.

"Oh my God, Uncle Ken!" Tim was practically in heat about now.

I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. Tim's knees buckled a bit, but he was enjoying how his cock was feeling. His cock was growing in my mouth, as I continued to go deeper down on his thick pole. I worked all the way down to the root. I backed off slowly from his cock, then moved my mouth down as far and fast as possible.

Tim caught on quickly. He put his hand on the back on my head, urging me to go on. I didn't know how much of this my nephew could take, but it wasn't much I found a few moments later. Tim cried out and flooded my throat with his thick seed.

I felt a hot flow moving down to my belly. I pulled off momentarily, and Tim shot a salty stream of his cum onto my face. I reached for his sacs and gave them a squeeze. Tim was bucking wildly now. I managed to catch most of his love offering and drink it down. All this cumming lasted a few minutes until Tim was finished.

"I never knew a man could make me feel like this, Uncle Ken," Tim told me.

I told him that man sex could be quite hot and wild with the right partner. I got to my feet and I led my nephew back to the bedroom. I am sure he had no idea what was about to happen, but he was getting excited once more. His cock was beginning to stiffen up and we made our way to the bed.

I removed my clothes and Tim and I fell onto the mattress. I started to kiss Tim's chest and after a few minutes he wanted to try the same with me. Our bodies were very close now. Our cocks were both hard and rubbing against one another. I know I was getting heated up and Tim had a wild look in his eyes.

"Tim, I want to make love to you," I said to him.

"Do you mean you want to fuck me?" Tim asked.

I nodded my head yes. Tim asked me to go slow and be gentle. He had never had a cock in his ass before. I told him I would go easy on him. I slowly lifted up his legs by holding his ankles. Tim's tight pucker hole was staring right at me. I took hold of my erect cock and moved the nozzle to his opening. Then I pushed.

Tim was tight to be honest. He also screamed a bit. I grabbed for some lube and applied it to his asscrack. I then worked it into his hole and tried again. My cock was beginning to slide in slowly.

It took some time before I was finally inside Tim's tight hole. Once I was inside, I began to fill him up with man cock. I pushed as deeply as I could. Tim tried to meet my movements. We soon were fucking in unison. I pushed his legs up to his chest now.

My cock is about seven inches long and I was buried in Tim's hole, right up to the root. I made a few circling motions to loosen him up a bit. I knew my nephew was going to love taking it from a man. My strokes grew harder, bolder. My sacs were riding on his bubble ass. I wanted to fuck my nephew and he wanted me to give him my full length of man dick.

We fucked for a long time, it seems we lost track of how long it had been. Tim whispered that he wanted me to cum in him. It would be his first load he would take from me. I pushed in as far as I could then roared like a bull. I let loose with a stream of hot, milky cum.

I must had had a big load in me. My seed was leaking out of Tim's ass, down to his asscrack. I normally don't cum in large quantites, but today was different. I kept blowing my seed into my nephew's ass until I collapsed on top of him.

We were both sweating and breathing hard, trying to compose ourselves. After a few minutes my softened cock slipped out between his man buns. We were lying there, just touching each other, occasionally a light kiss.

Tim told me he had no idea how hot making love with a man could be. He wanted to do it again very soon with me, maybe even put his cock in my ass. I was certainly willing to take my nephew as a lover. This was the start of some fantastic sex over the summer that I want to tell you about as it took place, but that will have to be for later.



Moving Day



I was enjoying a rare Friday morning off, looking forward to the weekend, when my phone rang. No one knew that I was taking the day off, so it was unusual that my home phone would ring. I looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was Julie, a woman that I had known for a while.

Julie and I met in the waiting room at our lawyer's office. It turned out that we were using the same lawyer on our divorces. The first night that we met, we went out for dinner and drinks, and wound up in bed. 

The sex was outstanding, but neither of us wanted a relationship at that point, so we never got beyond the "friends-with-benefits" stage. We would talk, IM, and e mail each other almost daily, but because of our different schedules, seeing each other was a rarity. When we did, though, it was almost pure sex.

When I answered the phone, Julie immediately asked me if I could help her move her daughter, Jenny's, stuff from her boyfriend's house. It seems that Jenny was breaking up with yet another boyfriend, and was moving back home.

Julie told me that she wanted me there mostly for protection, but also to help move a large TV that Jenny bought, and was determined to take back home with her.

I had known Julie for a couple of years at that point, and in that time, Jenny had gone out with at least five different guys, and moved in with three of them. All five were losers, but unfortunately, that seemed to be the type of guy that Jenny was attracting. This latest one was no different.

Realizing that this move would only take a couple of hours, and knowing that Julie would repay the favor VERY kindly, I agreed to help, and headed out to meet the women.

They were already there when I got there, and Jenny was arguing with the loser about what she was going to take. He was acting very animated until he saw me get out of my truck and walk towards them. At that point, he shut his mouth, walked back in to the house, and sat down. He didn't move or make a sound the rest of the time we were there.

We headed back to Julie's house after we had packed up all of Jenny's things. When we got back, Julie told us that she had to get ready for work. Jenny and I unpacked all of her clothes, and I was hooking up her TV when Julie came in and announced that she was going to work.

"Will you be home later?" she asked me, as she walked to the door.

"I don't have any plans," I told her.

"Good," she responded. "I'll call you when I get off, and then I can come by and thank you for your help today."

"That sounds good to me," I told her, and went back to Jenny's TV.

As I was finishing up, Jenny kept unpacking and resettling in to her room. I noticed that Jenny kept looking over at me, but I didn't think much of it. After a few minutes, Jenny said that she was done, and was going to take a shower.

Jenny looked a lot like her mother. She was a couple of inches taller than her mother, but other than that, they looked like family. They both had the same facial features, making them plain looking, at best, but their bodies were another story.

Julie's body was amazing, especially considering that she was in her mid-40's and never worked out. After three kids, her belly was still flat, her breasts had only a little sag, and her ass was simply perfect. She also had tight, toned legs.

Jenny's body was exactly like her mother, only younger and firmer. She often went without a bra, and her breasts were always perky and lightly bouncy. 

As I was finishing hooking up Jenny's TV and stereo, she came out of her bathroom wrapped in a robe, and was towel drying her long brown hair. I told her that I was done, and she plopped herself down on her bed. As I was packing up my tools, she looked at me and shocked the hell out of me.

"Is my mother a good fuck?" she asked me.

"Excuse me?" I responded, shocked.

"Don't play dumb with me," she told me. "I've heard you two at night. I assume from all of my mother's moaning, groaning and yelling that you're pretty good, now I want to know if she's any good."

Along with her poor choice in male companionship, Jenny had also been a basic pain in the ass to her mother the last few years. She had been in and out of trouble with the law, in rehab twice, and just a spoiled brat in general. I had heard Jenny speak to her mother in ways that never would have gone over in my house, either from my kids, or certainly not when I was a kid.

Just because Julie put up with it didn't mean that I had to. "Your mother's sex life, and my sex life, are none of your business," I told her. "You really need to learn some boundaries."

"I've heard my mother tell her sister that you have a big cock," she continued. "Do you?"

Trying to put her in her place, I answered, "Well, I'm obviously big enough to keep your mother happy, and looking at some of those scrawny twits that you've been calling your boyfriends, I'm willing to bet that I'm bigger than any of them, too."

Looking down at my crotch and slowly opening her legs while she untied her robe, Jenny softly asked, "Can I see it?"

At that point, I should have just laughed at her and gone home, but I didn't. I don't know what got into me, but I unzipped my shorts and dropped them around my ankles, releasing my stiffening cock.

Jenny looked at me cock, and said, "Oh, wow!" as she moved towards me. She reached out and took hold of me, trying to wrap her fingers around me.

Between my thickness and her small hands, Jenny wasn't able to completely wrap her fingers around my cock, leaving a good inch or more uncovered.

I just watched as Jenny started to slowly lower her mouth over my now stiff cock. She bobbed her head a few times, taking me deep into her mouth. As I was enjoying her talents and enthusiasm, I started doing a mental comparison to her mother. 

Almost as if she were reading my mind, Jenny slid my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me and asked, "Am I as good at sucking cock as my mother?"

"No," I told her as I grabbed a handful of her long hair, "but you do have potential." I then started to pull her face closer to my body, sliding my cock in as deep as I could.

That seemed to really turn Jenny on, as she moaned and started bobbing her head more, and taking my cock as deep as she could. I continued to hold her tight by her hair, guiding her around when I wanted.

After a few minutes of using her like that, I pulled Jenny off of my cock, and turned her around. Keeping her on her hands and knees, I lined my cock up with her hot pussy.

Sliding my cock head up and down her wet slit, I was surprised at how wet her pussy was. Jenny really seemed to get turned on being treated roughly.

I slid my cock around her wetness, from her clit up to her asshole. Julie liked it when I fucked her in the ass, and I started to wonder if Jenny liked it also when she sighed every time my cock head slid over her tight hole.

As I lined my cock up with her hot, wet pussy hole, Jenny looked at me over her shoulder, and asked me, "Aren't you going to lick my pussy? I heard my mother tell my aunt that you were great at that."

"No," I answered her again. "Pussy licking is a treat for good girls, who deserve it. You have been acting like a spoiled little bitch, so you are here for my pleasure." As I finished telling her that, I slid my cock all the way into her hot, tight pussy in one thrust.

That caused Jenny to gasp loudly, and I grabbed her by her hair again, pulling her back into me. My cock was buried deep in her wet hole, and I wiggled my hips a little, moving my cock around in her pussy, while keeping it buried as deep as I could.

"Oh my god, that feels good," Jenny moaned as I felt her tight pussy squeezing my thick cock.

"I told you," I said as I smacked her on her ass cheek, "this isn't for your pleasure. You are here for my pleasure."

"I can't help it," she moaned. "Your cock is touching places that have never been touched, and I feel so full!"

I started to fuck Jenny's tight, wet pussy, slowly at first, but eventually picking up speed. She definitely was fun to watch, as she moved her beautiful little ass back and forth.

As Jenny started to moan louder, and her breathing got heavier, I slid my hand down to her ass, and rubbed my thumb in her flowing juices. I brought my thumb up to her asshole, and I started pressing on it, rubbing her juices into her asshole.

I kept sliding my thumb down, coating it in more juices as I continued fucking her, and then rubbing them into her ass, until I knew that she was getting closer to an orgasm

Jenny started whimpering, and moaned loudly, "Oh my god, that feels so good! I'm going to cum!!"

I then pushed harder with my thumb, sliding it all the way into Jenny's ass, and I buried my cock deep into her pussy. 

That caused Jenny to moan loud, and then she yelled, "Oh my god, I'm cumming! Oh, god, yes!" as her body stiffened and shook. 

As she was recovering from her orgasm, Jenny lowered her body down to the bed, so that she was laying on her belly. I crawled forward, so that I was between her legs, and started rubbing my cock along her soaking wet slit.

I slid my cock along her slit, from her clit up to her ass, retracing the path that I had used earlier. This time, though, I was spending more time around her asshole, smearing her juices around.

I took two of my fingers, and slid them deep into Jenny's pussy, soaking them in her juices. Then, I slowly slid them out, placed them at her back opening, and started smearing her juices into her hole. Just to tease her, I placed the head of my cock just at her pussy opening, barely letting half of the head in.

I crossed my fingers, and started to push them into her ass, once they had her hole nice and slick. Soon, I had both fingers in deep, and started finger-fucking her ass.

It didn't take Jenny long to start reacting, and she was moving her hips around, trying to get my cock in deeper, and humping my fingers with her ass.

When I started to hear her moan, and her breathing changed, I buried my cock and my fingers in deep, causing Jenny to gasp loudly. I pulled my wet cock out of her hot pussy and my fingers out of her ass, and rubbed the head of my cock against her ass hole.

When I did that, Jenny reached back and spread her cheeks apart. Taking this as a sign, I placed my cock at her back door, and started to slowly apply a little pressure.

When she felt me start to push, Jenny let out a big sigh, and her body suddenly relaxed, allowing the head of my cock slide past the ring at her ass hole. When she felt me slide in, Jenny turned her head and looked me over her shoulder.

"Please go easy," she told me. "I've only had one cock back there, and he wasn't nearly as thick as you are."

Jenny had been flowing with enough juices that I wasn't too worried about additional lube, so I slowly started to pump my cock a little at a time, getting just a little deeper with each push.

When I was about half way in to her ass, Jenny moved her hands along side her shoulders, and started pushing back at me.

"Oh my god, I feel so full!" she moaned, as she started to fuck back at me.

I pulled my cock out of her ass, rubbed more of her seeping pussy juices on my cock head, and placed it back at her ass. Jenny started to push at me, moaning, and I lined up my cock with her ass.

I took a hold of her hips, and thrust my cock as deep into Jenny's ass as I could. Jenny shrieked when I did that, and she slid a hand underneath her body. 

I still had about an inch of cock not inside her ass, and I wanted to see if Jenny could take it. I started fucking her hot, tight little ass, and I was soon able to bury my cock all the way between her cheeks, with my pubes rubbing against Jenny's ass.

I could feel Jenny's fingers rubbing her clit as I fucked her ass, and Jenny was soon starting to babble.

It didn't take long for Jenny to start pushing her ass back at me, and she was moaning, "Oh my god. Fuck me. Fuck my tight ass!"

"Oh, yeah," I started to moan back at her. "Your ass is so tight. Your hot little ass is going to make me cum."

When I said that, Jenny started rubbing her pussy faster, and pushing back at me harder.

"Yeah, fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck my ass. I want you to cum deep in my ass. Fuck me!"

I started to pound on her ass, fucking her like a man possessed. Soon, I heard Jenny start to shriek again, and she was yelling. "Oh my god! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming with your cock in my ass!!!"

I felt her ass contracting, and a sudden gush of fluid squirted from her pussy as Jenny exploded in her orgasm. When her breathing slowed down, I resumed fucking her ass, knowing that I would be cumming soon too.

Just to remind her that this wasn't about her, when I was ready to cum, which didn't take too much longer, I pulled my cock out of her ass. Holding it tight, I rolled Jenny over with my other hand, aimed my cock, and unloaded all over her face.

When I recovered from my intense orgasm, I looked over at Jenny. She was just laying there on her back, my cum drying on her face, smiling.

While she was lying there, I decided to shower before I went home. By the time I was showered, dried off and dressed, Jenny was sleeping soundly, not having moved. I went home, had a beer, and took a short nap.

Later that night, around 9:00, Julie called, having just gotten off of work. She told me that she wanted to go home and shower, then she would come by and thank me for my help moving. 

About an hour later, Julie was at my door, wearing only a light summer dress. When she came in, she gave me a deep, tongue-wrestling kiss, and asked me for a drink. 

When I handed Julie her drink, I sat down as she took her first gulp. As she set it down, she looked at me and said, "You must have really worked Jenny over. She was out cold, with a big smile on her face."

Not knowing what to say, I sat there silent for a second. I thought Julie was being very calm, considering that she was telling me that she knew that I had fucked her daughter's brains out earlier.

After taking another drink, Julie smiled as she looked at me. "Honey, it's ok," she told me finally. "We don't have an exclusive relationship, so you are free to fuck whoever you want. I'm glad that Jenny could finally know what a real man is like in bed, instead of those little twirps that she has been with."

"The fact that it was your daughter doesn't bother you?" I asked her.

"Actually, imagining you pounding my daughter's pussy kinda turns me on," she breathed, as she leaned in to kiss me. 

As I slid my hand up under her skirt, I asked Julie, "You like that idea, huh? You like the thought of me fucking your daughter silly?"

"Yes," she breathed, as my fingers slid over the tops of her thighs.

Julie slowly spread her legs as we continued kissing, but I wouldn't let my fingers glide over her panties yet. If Julie was even wearing panties.

I let my lips glide across her neck, towards her ear, as I slid my fingers lightly towards her pussy. As I reached her ear, I lightly slid my fingers over her pussy, and found nothing but a hot, wet pussy.

I whispered into Julie's ear, as my fingers gently split her pussy lips, "I bet you'd even like to watch, as I fucked your daughter in her tight little ass, wouldn't you?"

I let my finger slide down to her wet pussy opening, teasing the inside of her hole, as she shuddered and moaned, "Oh, yes! I'd love to watch you fuck Jenny."

Julie was seeping her own juices as she reached over and unzipped my shorts. She reached in, pulled out my cock, and lowered her mouth over it.

The first thing that I discovered about Julie, sexually, was that not only was she one of the best cock-suckers that I have ever had, she loved to do it, too.

She continued to suck on my cock, taking it as deep as she could and covering it in her saliva, as she removed my shorts. 

When she had my shorts off, Julie climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. With a glazed look in her eyes, she took a hold of my cock, looked my in the eyes, and lowered herself on to my hard cock.

"Oh yes," she moaned as she lowered herself all the way on to me. "I've been thinking about this all day!"

As Julie moved and wiggled her pelvis against me, I reached up and unbuttoned the front of her dress. I undid all five buttons, and lowered her shoulder straps.

As her tits were exposed, I leaned in and started kissing and licking her nipples while she rode me. Soon, Julie started to raise and lower herself on my cock.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped as she fucked me. "That feels so good!"

I reached my arms around her back, and pulled Julie's tits back to my mouth. I started licking and sucking on her nipples, as I lowered my hands to Julie's ass.

Cupping her ass, I slid a finger to her asshole, lightly teasing it. That caused Julie to gasp and start fucking me harder, moving her pelvis and trying to push her ass onto my finger at the same time.

"Oh, yes, fuck me," she whispered heavily into my ear as she humped me. "You feel so

good!" 

With the tip of my finger in her asshole, I felt Julie's orgasm start. "Oh god yes," she moaned. "I'm cumming!"

Another thing that I discovered about Julie, sexually, was that when she was really turned on, when her orgasm hit, she didn't just cum, she gushed juices. She didn't really squirt, it was more of a rush of fluid from her pussy.

As I felt Julie's pussy start to pulse around my cock, I heard the moan that always preceded her gushing orgasm. I held Julie tight as her orgasm hit, and I felt the rush of juices flowing over my balls as Julie loudly moaned and shook.

"Oh my god!" she yelled. "Oh god I'm cumming so good!"

I was moving my fingertip around in her ass as she came, and she came again. When her orgasmic high started to fade, I straightened her up in my lap, and slowly pulled her up off of my hard, soaked cock.

When my cock slipped out, Julie let out a little moan, especially when I slid the fingertip from her ass, too. 

I didn't stand Julie up very tall, though. Wordlessly, I looked Julie in the eye as I slid my soaked cock to her anal opening. When I was pressing at the tight anal ring, Julie looked at me wide-eyed, and sighed.

I slowly lowered Julie over my cock, allowing her to control how much, and how fast, my cock slid into her ass. Julie was really worked up, and it didn't take long until my cock was buried balls deep in Julie's ass.

I started sucking and licking Julie's nipples again, and she started to fuck her ass up and down on my cock.

It wasn't long before Julie was bouncing up and down, and groaning loudly, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

Her ass felt so good sliding up and down on my cock that I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Julie had a small orgasm, and her ass squeezing my cock, and her moaning and groaning, were setting me off.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum," I groaned as I felt my balls start to tighten.

"Yeah, baby, cum in my ass," Julie yelled, as another orgasm was sneaking up on her. "I want to feel you blast your cum deep in my ass!"

I felt Julie's ass start to spasm in another orgasm, and that was all I could take. "Oh my god, yes!" I yelled, as I slammed into Julie's ass and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum into her tight ass.

As my cock was exploding in her ass, I felt another gush of fluid from Julie's pussy, as she softly shrieked.

Eventually, we both came down from our orgasms, and my softening cock slid from Julie's ass. She sighed as she felt the void, and she softly shuddered in my arms.

As we lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal, I asked Julie softly, "So how do you want to go about watching me with your daughter?"



Moving Day Ch. 01



I'm just your average guy. Well, not quite average; I'm a little taller, and a little stronger than average. I've got brown hair, brown eyes, no scars, no facial hair, no tattoos, and no major scars. I'm one of those guys who look just like everybody else; you couldn't pick me out of a police line up if you were paid. The only real thing I have going for me is an overactive sex drive and a 9-inch dick.

That being the case, I decided to move out of the Midwest. There was nothing for me there except a dead end job and a handful of friends. I hadn't had a girlfriend in a year and I hadn't gotten laid in months. I decided maybe a change of scenery would help out, and I decided to move up North. I packed three suitcases full of clothes, a couple of boxes worth of belongings, gave the rest to the Salvation Army store and hit the road.

It seems that I decided to move at the worst time, too. The air conditioner shit out on my car, it was humid as hell and the temperatures were hitting the high 90's. It was a miserable drive for a while, and then I saw her. There must have been 1000 fantasies about hitchhikers that passed through my head at that second, and each one ended in me being arrested. Maybe 20 years ago shit like what I was thinking happened, but now even the hitchhikers had rights and lawyers. 

I decided to slow down anyway. It was too damned hot to be out here on a day like this. It wasn't much better in the car, but at least I had some water to drink and some shade. That, and if I picked her up, she wouldn't end up on the news, killed by some psycho fuck.

I slowed down and started pulling over and she picked up her pack and started walking toward me. I got a real good look at her then. She was a little taller than average, probably 5'8" or so, pretty toned and athletic looking, and she had a good tan. She had red hair, but it was tied back and I couldn't see how long it was. She was wearing a white t-shirt that was tied at her mid-riff and she was wearing denim shorts. Her long, tanned legs ended in small, tan feet that were covered only by sandals. As I got closer, I unlocked the door for her and stopped. She opened the door and leaned in to speak.

"I'm trying to get up to the North East, can you give me a ride, buddy?" she asked. Her voice sounded like silk. She had a tone in her voice that made it sound like she had a hell of singing voice, and it was one of those voices that you just wished every phone sex operator and psychic phone friend had. I got a good look at her face while she was speaking, and it completed the rest of the package. She had a few freckles splashed across her face; her red hair had some golden highlights in it from the sun and a little brown mixed in here and there. Her blue eyes sparkled under some of the most perfect, sleek crimson eyebrows I've ever seen. Her small nose led down to full pink lips. There wasn't a drop of make up on her face, but she didn't need any; it just would have taken away from the natural beauty before my eyes.

"Sure, hop on in," I said. Her eyes lit up and a smile exploded across her face.

"Really? God, thanks!" she said and bounced into the front seat. Her weathered green cloth pack came in with her and landed at her feet. The door shut and we were on our way.

"My name's Chrysta, by the way," she said and then spelled it for me. "I really can't thank you enough for stopping. There hasn't been anyone stop for me for 3 days in a row now."

"No problem. My name's Jim, by the way," I said, putting the same intonation in my voice that she had. "I can't believe that no one's stopped for a girl as good looking as you," I added. She blushed. I couldn't believe it; she actually blushed. Picking up a girl with innocence like this was a rare treat, no matter what my mind was still thinking about doing with her.

"Thanks," she said, the blush leaving her skin. "There was a couple that picked me up a few days ago, but they dropped me off after only a few miles. The lady was driving and her husband kept staring at me. She pulled over to the road and apologized while she kicked me to the curb and started yelling at her husband as she drove off."

"Oh that poor bastard," I said. "I hope it was worth it for him."

"Well, what do you think about it? Am I worth your wife yelling at you for picking me up?" she asked innocently, batting those eyelids at me and smiling. My dick instantly started to harden.

"No wife," I said, holding up my left hand and wiggling my fingers.

"No girlfriend then?" she asked, turning in her seat a little to look at me as I drove. I shook my head. She leaned around and put her elbow on the dash, enjoying sitting down after being alone on the road for the past 3 days.

"You're kidding, no one's with a guy like you?" she asked with the same innocent voice.

"Not for a while now," I said. I'm sure I was blushing.

"Hmmm," she sounded, smiling, and flopped back into the seat. She put her seat belt on and stole a sideways glance at me, still smiling that curious smile.

It was at this point in time that two thoughts rattled through my mind. The first involved her staring at me while I was driving, and she began by slowly stripping. First, she untied her shirt from her mid-riff and pulled it slowly over her head, throwing it in the back seat behind me, her white lace bra reveled underneath, hiding rapidly erecting pink nipples that were the same color as her lips. Then came the denim shorts, each button on the button fly unsnapping at a devastatingly slow pace. I could see her pulse quickening in her chest, my eyes watching her heart beat faster and faster. She reached up with her right hand and started mauling her breast sensuously, pinching the nipple and kneading the flesh under the bra at the same time. Her left hand opened her fly a little further, reveling a matching white lace thong and a thick, but very neatly trimmed strip of red fur showing through the lace. Her left hand then went into her shorts, and she began playing with her pussy, all the while staring into my eyes.

"See anything you like?" she cooed, closing her eyes and working her sex with her left hand at a faster pace, obviously moving at least two out of her juicy box. She moaned and her head rolled back a little, her tongue sticking out slightly between her lips.

The second thought involved her reaching into that green bag from at her feet and pulling a desert eagle from inside of it. She reached over, putting the gun under my chin, and then leaned over and started sucking on my ear.

"Thanks for the car," she whispered seductively and leaned back. The gun moved to my temple and she pulled the trigger. 

I snapped back to reality, the click of the hammer falling into place was still echoing in my ears. I realized two other things; someone was calling my name and my cock was harder now than it had been in a long time.

"Hey, Jim," I heard again. My brain registered that it was the third time that perfect voice had spoken it.

"Yeah," I said and looked over to her. She was still sitting in the seat, but leaning forward a little bit, her hand on my shoulder. She gave me a good push and gave a little laugh.

"No sleeping over there. I wanted a ride, not a coffin," she said and laughed again. It was a perfect laugh to go with her perfect voice. It was almost cute; but not annoyingly cute like those girls who never grow up.

"Sorry," I said. I know I blushed this time. "I've been on the road for--" I said, interrupting myself to look at the clock. It was 2 in the afternoon. "about 8 hours now," I continued. 

"Oh Jim, that's way to long to be driving without stopping. Did you want me to drive?" she asked, a look of concern on her face and the sound of generosity on her voice. The sound of the hammer on that man-hammer of a gun clicked loud in my head like an echo as that second dream came back to me in a rush.

"No, that's okay. I appreciate it though," I said, smiling. I suppose part of me would have appreciated it, if that damn daydream hadn't have happened. Right now, I was just scared and didn't want to let her have the car. She might kick me to the curb, or worse yet, shoot me in the head. 

I looked down the road and saw that the next good-sized town was only 12 miles away. "Hey, tell you what though. I'm gonna need to stop for the night somewhere. There's no AC in here and I need a shower. You've been on the road for the last few days and you could probably use a hot shower and a nice bed to sleep in instead of under over-passes or whatever you've been doing," I said. A smile broke out over her face as I talked, but then it turned into a pout.

"Oh Jim, I couldn't ask you to get a hotel for me, I was only playing, anyway…" she said pouting.

"It's no problem, Chrysta. Besides, you're right. I think I'm done driving for the day," I said, beaming back at her.

"Oh wow," she said, crossing her arms and sitting happily back into her seat, almost snuggling in. "No one's ever done anything like that for me before," she added, looking at me with a huge smile plastered on her face. It looked like she even tried to stop smiling but couldn't. "Thanks, Jim!" she added a second or two later and gave my arm a good hug. My elbow pressed into the valley between her breasts. I swear I did feel a lace bra keeping her tits in place and they felt pretty firm. It might have even been a front clasped bra…

"Now Jim, maybe I can do something nice for you," she said. She reached back down with one hand and started massaging my cock through my jeans, which was hard almost instantly again. With the other she unsnapped her seat belt, pushed it off, and reached up to undo her bun. She shook out her long red hair and I noticed it had a little more curl to it than I would have thought. She kept messaging my cock through my jeans and brought it up to its full 9 inches and it strained almost painfully down my leg. I adjusted in my seat and looked at her as much as possible, looking back to the road just to make sure I was still on it.

She untied her shirt with her free hand and pulled it up over her head, releasing my dick to do so, but stretching out as much as possible. Anybody coming at us on the highway got a good look at her lace-clad tits as she did so. I got a good look at her chest too, those nipples poking through that lace like they were trying to cut their way free. I noticed she had a tan line from a swimsuit, but none from her shirt, and there was a splashing of freckles across the top of her chest, but none down her tanned, toned belly. As soon as that shirt came off, it went to her feet. Then she unsnapped that front clasp slowly and very slowly peeled her bra off her firm little tits and proudly uncovered her nipples, which actually were the same color pink as her lips.

"Why don’t' you play with them, Jim?" she asked, shaking them a little. I awkwardly moved my hand around and started cupping and caressing each of her breasts in turn, thumbing her nipples and giving them little pinches. It was clear to both of us though, that I needed a better angle.

"Oh, Jimmy, what's wrong. Angle not good for you?" she asked. I shook my head, but kept playing with her tits. "Well, let me see what we can do about that," she said and started undoing my fly. In a matter of seconds it was open and she had my cock fished out of my pants and she was sucking on it. She turned in the seat so her head was facing my belly and her back was to the dash. I reached down and started playing with her tits a little more comfortably. She started moaning her approval around my cock. My hand moved from her tits to her belly. She sucked her guts in as far as they would go and I started unsnapping that button fly. 

I was wrong about her lace panties before. She wasn't wearing any. She just had a little teardrop shaped bush of the same color red as her eyebrows. I moved past her furry little mound and between her wet lips with my fingertips, finding her clit already wet and sticking out. She moaned harder and started sucking harder and faster on my knob as I started rolling my fingertip around her little button. It was hard to make out what she was moaning with my dick stuck down her throat, but her nose was in my pubic hair and her abs and back were twitching uncontrollably. I almost thought she'd throw herself off the seat. I laughed a little in spite of wanting to cum so hard. I was just about ready to shoot my load down her throat when I heard her speak.

"And just what are you laughing at over there?" came her curious, perfect voice. I looked down and saw nothing but my hard-on snaking down my right thigh, tucked well inside of my still zipped and buttoned pants. 

"Just a joke," I lied.

"A good one?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. My mind rapidly reasoned out that she liked good jokes and quickly thought of one I'd heard recently.

"Well, a guy walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sets the bag real softly on the table, slowly turns it over on its side, and says to the bartender, 'hey Mac, I bet I have something in this bag that you've never seen before.' The bartender's curious and says 'I don't know, buddy, I've seen quite a bit, but I'll take your bet, and if you win, you can drink all you want for free this afternoon.' The man nods, takes a little piano out of the bag, a little bench, and out walks this little man! He sits down and starts playing that piano better than anyone the bartender had ever heard," I said and kept telling the joke with the leprechaun in the park granting wishes. As I'm telling it though, I decided to screw up the punch line a little, see if I could trap her.

"….yeah, no shit, Mac. You really think I asked for an 11-inch pianist?" I finished. She laughed a little.

"Yeah, I'd heard that joke before, but I thought it was 10-inch pianist," she said, still laughing.

"I was always told it was 9 inches, actually, but I guess it changes length from time to time," I said, keeping a straight face. Chrysta, to her merit I guess, laughed. It sounded a little forced and she gave a quick look down to my crotch and saw my still hard, but not fully erect dick sticking up along my leg a little. Her eyes got big and her eyebrows rose for a second as she sat back in her seat and got her composure. By that time, between my daydream and the joke, we were to the exit and I pulled off the road.

I wasn't looking to impress her too much; I could have gotten us a room anywhere with the money I had with me. But, we just needed a place to stay. I did have some ulterior motives going for me here, so I decided something with a hot tub in the room and a swimming pool outside, preferably with a privacy fence. She didn't close herself off after the joke and actually I kept seeing her stealing little glimpses at my crotch as we drove into town. I wanted to see how far I had to push her and how far she would just go by herself.

I decided that the Holiday Inn we passed would be good enough. They had good rooms and were fairly decently priced. I pulled in and her eyes got big. I almost shook my head.

"Oh Jim, we don't have to stay any place this nice," she said with that sincerity in her voice again.

"I know, I just like to be comfortable when I'm paying to use someone else's towels for the night."

We pulled in, and both walked into the reception area, enjoying the air conditioning. I stole a quick look before she crossed her arms over her breasts and I was well rewarded. She did have little nipples that sprang out in the cold. I got us our room. It was a suite on the 6th floor of the place. There was an outdoor and an indoor swimming pool, and we did get the Jacuzzi bath in the room. With the suite, we even had separate beds.

Chrysta started to go back out to the car and I stopped her.

"But I need to get my--" she started. I cut her off by pointing at a sign near the check in area that said, "Valet Parking and Bellhop included in Suite prices."

"Ooh! I've never had one of those she said after reading the sign and walking with me to the elevator.

"Never had a valet park your car for you?" I asked. I pushed the button for the glass elevator to open. The door dinged and she pushed the button for the 6th floor. She got in and put her hands on the brass railing, leaning back. Her breasts were prominently displayed and now straining at the shirt, her nipples pointing out and slightly off to the sides.

"No silly," she said as I got in and the doors close. "I've never had a bellhop," she said, biting her lower lip a little, smiling, and her eyes sparkling all at the same time. She caught me a little off guard. I couldn't tell if she had said it, or if I had imagined it. The elevator started moving and I looked back at her, she was still standing there, leaning her back against the cool glass, her lip still being bit slightly and that smile still on her face. She winked at me this time. I smiled sheepishly back at her and she walked toward me, pressing me against the thick glass doors. Her hands went to my waist and she pulled me against her body. Her hands circled my waist and went to my ass, which she gave a healthy squeeze and pulled the room key card out of my back pocket. 

"Thanks," she breathed into my ear and backed off; one hand holding the key card, and the other raking her nails down my chest playfully. She backed to the glass panel behind her and slid the key card down the front of her shorts so that only half an inch of it was sticking out and folded her arms under her tits, lifting them and pushing them out further. 

I stepped towards her and she got an even more playful look in her eyes and gave me an innocent pout. I pressed myself up against her, putting one arm on each side of her, thudding heavily against the glass walls. I shook my head and took my left hand and put it on her thigh.

"No, no, no. I paid for the room, I get the key," I said sternly and started running my hand up her thigh. It made a slow move from the outside of tight, toned thigh to her inner thigh. I made the trip up, my ring finger and pinky snaking across her sex. I could feel the heat pouring from her groin and it only encouraged me more. I slowed down there and watched her eyes melt as she looked into mine. I slowly flicked every button with my dragging fingers on the way up.

"Mine," I said, still looking into her eyes. I kept moving my fingers to the top of her shorts and grabbed the card out of the front of them. She swallowed hard and her eyes were like liquid lust, turning even bluer as they started to glaze over. She nodded slowly and mouthed the word "yours." The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

"What room are we in," she asked with a little tremble in her perfect voice. I watched as she walked out of the elevator, her ass swaying with every step. She stood beside the elevator and waited for me to get out.

"614," I said with a sigh and looked that the sign telling which way was the short way to the rooms. It was left. I noticed that she waited until I moved before moving herself and she was a step behind me know instead of beside me. I couldn't help but give a quick chuckle. This was going to be fun. We got to the door and I unlocked it and pushed it open.

"Ladies first," I said. 

"Why thank you, Jim," she said with a huge smile and nearly skipped into the room. I got into the room and shut the door behind us. The room was nice. It had a couch and a couple of chairs in it, a decent TV with a VCR and DVD player. There was a door along one of the walls that led into the other room, and then there was a sink area and bathroom, and then the bed. The space between the sink and bathroom served as a corridor to provide a little privacy from the bedroom. I kept walking through the room and saw that the bedroom in the adjoining suite and this one were actually the same room, but the Jacuzzi separated them, as well as a about a 5 and a half feet tall glass block wall. The ceiling between the two rooms was vaulted, and there were sliding glass doors that to a balcony outside.




Moving Day Ch. 01



The box made a loud thump as I dropped it onto the floor of our new home. It was our first house and my girlfriend Natalie and I were very excited to be moving in today. Although we didn't have a large amount of belongings it was enough to require me to enlist the help of two buddies and Natalie had invited her friend Courtney to assist as well. The girls mostly spent their time unpacking while the guys did the heavy lifting. Lucky for me that was the last box from the rental truck. We were done.

"Michael, is that you?" Natalie called from the kitchen. The house was a two-story affair with 3 bedrooms upstairs. It was a magnificent house considering we were moving from a smallish 2-bedroom condominium.

"Yeah." I replied, heading towards her voice, "That was the last box. I sent the guys home so they could shower and stuff." Entering the kitchen I gazed at her. She looked really cute. Bright red hair and shining blue eyes that matched her perfect smile. I kissed her on the cheek and gave her the once over, admiring her petite form. She looked so damn sexy in her khaki shorts and a well-worn, faded blue t-shirt that was probably one size too small. I could tell she was bra-less as her nipples poked out noticeably from her small and very pert tits. I jibed myself that my appearance had that effect on her but rationally decided it was most likely from the open refrigerator she was unpacking items into.

"Courtney still here? I told the guys we'd meet them at Trader Van's and we'd buy them burgers and beer. Sue and Melissa will probably be there too."

Natalie looked at me, her face beaming. "You guys did the hard part today. Tell you what, I'll buy ALL of YOU burgers and beer!" and she kissed me again, this time hard on the lips. "And yes, Courtney is still here. She's unpacking in the bedroom I think. Tell her our plans when you head up to take a shower and make sure she can join us. I dug out our bathroom stuff and some towels earlier. They're in the master bedroom bath. Save some hot water, I'll be right behind you."

One last kiss, "Thanks, babe. You think of everything. Hurry, I'm starving." And I headed up the stairs.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hall. As I approached the wide open door I heard a gasp. Thinking Courtney might have hurt herself I picked up my step and charged into the bedroom. Now it was my turn to gasp.

"Um, hi Courtney. Heh." I meant that to come out in my normal speaking voice but I only managed what could be best described as a squeak. There she was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg under the other with one foot one the floor. She wasn't hurt at all. She was surrounded by small boxes containing bedroom knickknacks; candles, pictures, those sorts of things, obviously unpacking them.

I guess I had walked in moments after she had opened the box that contained our sex stuff. Over the last year or so we had collected all manner of items to enhance our sex lives. A couple of vibrators; some porn DVDs; various other stuff. In her hands she was holding a 10-inch vibrator. It was one of those realistic-looking penis-shaped vibrators. I think it was supposed to be an actual replica of some semi-famous porn star but I can't recall the name. Besides, that was the last thing on my mind at the moment.

"Um, hey, Michael. I, uh...I was…" she stammered badly. I could tell she was embarrassed as I was. Her face, from behind her gorgeous blond hair, was turning eight shades of red. She absentmindedly continued to hold the fake cock, sort of at half-mast now.

I looked away quickly, unable to look her in the eyes at the moment. "Um, I came up to take a shower. Heh, I'm not sure Natalie meant for you to unpack that particular box." And to break the ice I smirked and added, "No big deal though. I'm sure it's not anything you've never seen before." And I winked at her. I thought it was a pretty safe thing to say. Courtney and I had flirted playfully many times.

"Oh yeah, sure. I've seen them. Hell, I own one. But I've never seen one so big, fake or otherwise. Does Nat really like this?" I could understand Courtney's relative naivety. While no virgin, Courtney, for reasons I never understood, was fairly reserved when it came to sex. I always imagined her as a missionary position-only type of girl and frankly was quite shocked to hear her admit she owned a vibrator. I will also admit that upon learning this tidbit of private information, I was starting to feel the stirrings of a hard-on in my pants.

And why not? Courtney was pretty hot. She was the same age as my girlfriend. Both had just graduated from college. She had a fantastic body with the cutest apple-shaped ass and amazing boobs that pointed high on her chest. I'd always thought she was a cutie and often had secret fantasies of the three of us together when I masturbated.

"Court, I think you better ask Natalie about that." I giggled back. "Although I have it on pretty good authority that she loves it." Ah, the tension was broken. Yet somehow I sensed a different kind of tension beginning. Realistically, I reminded myself, it was probably just the state of horniness I was achieving. My cock was half rigid in my pants now and I was dangerously close to arousing suspicion, pun intended. I scrambled quickly as I gathered my things to head into the bathroom.

The truth was Natalie did love it. It wasn't something we used very often. That particular monster was usually reserved for special occasions on nights we were especially horny and feeling naughtier than usual. Natalie and I weren't over-sexual, as you might say. We had a good sex life, probably like most other couples, or at least the ones we knew. We had sex 2-3 times a week. We were both very open with each other when it came to our lovemaking. We discovered early in our relationship that we both loved to masturbate, with or without a partner and we both watched porn, mostly Jenna Jameson movies. She even owned a couple movies before we met, a fact which totally turns me on about her. Add those to my personal collection and we had about eight porn movies I'd guess.

The vibrator collection consisted of a 5", bluish colored one with a sharp bend at the tip. I considered this her "everyday use" vibe. Another was a medium-sized; I'd guess 7-inch, chrome vibe that she used sometimes because it was noticeably more powerful than the former. And then there was the giant member Courtney held in her hands. Only now she was holding it with both hands, almost cradling it as if to feel its weight. The fake giant was pretty life-like in look and feel. I glanced one more time before walking into the adjoining bathroom and I think I imagined a wicked smile on Courtney's face as she held it. I could swear that she actually started to stroke it but reminded herself a split-second too late that I was present. My cock was dangerously close to quickly becoming a raging hard-on now but I couldn't resist chirping over my shoulder as I walked away, "Nat should be up shortly. You can ask her yourself when she gets here."

Very casually she tossed back, "Oh, I intend to."

That about did it for me, I needed to get in the shower and fast. I closed the bathroom door. I thought about locking it but decided against it. I never did and Natalie might find that somehow suspicious.

As I gazed at myself in the full length mirror mounted behind the door, I debated about which appendage I would sacrifice to be a fly on the wall in the bedroom when Natalie finally arrived. My sexually overactive mind was reeling with scenarios of all the possibilities. I stripped off my shirt and did the normal once over of my upper body in the mirror. I unsnapped my jeans and pull them off my legs, along with my boxers and socks. I stood naked in front of the mirror. I felt extremely horny; I would even go so far as to say I felt sexy. My cock was pointing straight out, a very respectable length if I do say so. I looked pretty good I thought. And Natalie thought so also, and that's all that matters. I stand at about 6'1" tall and weigh in around 200lbs. I don't work out a whole lot but do enjoy the benefit of an athletic youth and good genes. I wouldn't win any posing contests but I had managed to avoid the love handles and beer bellies all my friends seem to have gained.

I enjoyed these moments being naked and alone. I grabbed my cock and gave it a few gentle tugs as I imagined in my mind's erotic eye what could very well be going on in the bedroom between those two girls at this very moment. I continued stroking myself as I opened the shower doors and turned on the water. I could almost picture it, the two girls sitting on the bed giggling about sexy secrets as they perused our naughty toy collection. I imagined them passing the toys, pausing when they came to the big one. I stepped under the hot water. I was stroking with a bit more urgency now, my thoughts of the girls getting hotter and sexier. I started a lazy back and forth motion with my hand. I had to control myself for several reasons. The foremost that Natalie might be walking in any second. While she knew that I regularly jerked off alone she understood that it was a private thing and she generally left me alone as I would do the same for her. We have caught each other accidentally a few times and it almost always ends up in mutual masturbation or we get so worked up we fuck our brains out. But we both have high sex drives and sometimes we just want the peace of a little self-pleasure. I know you understand…

Anyway, I also wanted to save myself. After a few beers and a night out with our friends I knew we would both be tearing off each others clothes when we got home again. Who knows? Maybe that huge, rubber cock would be seeing some action tonight?

I continued with the task at hand and finished washing myself, lingering on my genital area a little longer than usual. I love when I'm in this aroused state and I gave my now dangling cock several soapy tugs before resigning myself to the act of getting clean.

I was just rinsing off when Natalie walked in. She said hi and I could discern through the foggy shower door that she was undressing. "You coming in, honey? The water's fine today."

"Yeah, I better. You've been in there forever. They'll all be waiting for us at the bar." She slid the door open and stepped in. I moved over and allowed her to sidle in next to me under the hot spray. In this house we had a big shower with dual shower heads, one at each end. However, sometimes it was more fun to share, if you know what I mean. She ducked under the hot water drenching her hair. As she leaned over to wring it out she glanced at my dick. "Ooh, something's got someone a bit excited?"

I didn't see any reason not to be honest. "Yeah, you probably already know but I caught Courtney with one of your vibrators. Needless to say it was a bit embarrassing but I have to admit I got more than a little horny from it."

"Yeah, she did tell me. I was a bit shocked at first also. But once we got over the initial shame we had a good giggle about it. Knowing you like I do I bet you were dying to be in on that conversation?"

"Heh, you know me all too well, babe. It was all I could do not to finish. You know, saving myself for later."

Now she stood up and looked straight at me. "You mean you didn't finish for me? How sweet. Just for that, when we get home, I'll fill you in on every little detail of our conversation if you want. And because I do know you the way I do, I promise you won't be sorry." She grabbed my cock in her soapy hand and just held it. She continued, "And while it's sweet that you were saving yourself for me, I've been thinking about sucking your cock all day. And now is as good a time as any."

Before I could stupidly protest, she knelt on the shower floor, eye level with my rapid hardening penis. She stroked me furiously while stabbing her tongue softly at the head and underside of my cock. With a look up into my eyes she whispered, "You'll have to be fast. Courtney is using the other shower and we're going to be late as it is."

She engulfed my cock; taking me into her mouth as far as she could comfortably manage. Then she slid her lips over my shaft back to the top. She swirled her tongue all the way and released me with an audible pop. After a few urgent jerks with her hand she licked her lips and took me once again into her mouth. The warm wetness surrounded me as she matched the rhythm of her stroking hand with her soft lips, the stud piercing her tongue never relenting its assault on the sensitive area underneath just before the helmet. She continued to bob up and down, only pausing occasionally when I was deep. She would just hold me there, squeezing the base of my bursting cock and using nothing but her tongue pressed hard against me moving back and forth, up and down while she held me tight.

I was in heaven as I leaned my head back and groaned. I braced myself with my hands against the shower walls and let the warm water run gently down my back and over the front of my shoulders. Natalie knew what I liked. After all, I had taught her one night when she asked me to let her know what I liked best. She took that lesson to heart and after adding a few of her own original touches has become the best cocksucker I have ever known. Nothing compares to a lady who understands your sexual needs because you have taken the time to tell her. I'm amazed I had never done it to the extent I have with Natalie with past lovers.

"Tell me when you're close, baby" She jerked me as she whispered, then stuck out her tongue and rubbed me back and forth over her stud. Quickly swallowing me as I groaned out an acknowledgement she continued with a renewed passion to get me off.

The pressure was building quickly. It was rare that I would approach orgasm so quickly but I was extremely turned on from the last hour's events and I knew I could pop anytime I wanted now.

"Oh, baby. I'm close." She stopped and let me slide from between her lips. She held my cock gingerly with one hand and said, "Jerk it for me, baby. I want you to spray your cum into my mouth." She placed each hand on the cheeks of my ass and guided my cock close to her open mouth. Her eyes never left mine until I reached around with my right hand and pulled on my shaft; her eyes now watched me fist my straining manhood while I aimed my cock head centimeters from her waiting lips and tongue. A few more strokes and I spewed my first load at her face, the majority of cum landed on her outstretched tongue while the rest had barely settled to rest on her cheek when my second load shot out, much further than the first, and stretched across her lustful face from chin to forehead.

She pulled me towards her and into her mouth once again. Her hand replaced mine and she milked my cock up and down. I lost count of how many times I came. It seemed I just couldn't stop shooting cum. I could feel her throat muscles working as she swallowed my semen. I let the air out of my lungs as my cock jerked and twitched on its own accord. Natalie never stopped sucking and masturbating my cock into her mouth even when I started to lose some of my hardness.

Finally, and quite unceremoniously, she spit out my dick and stood up. Her face was still covered in cum as she leaned up and I kissed her long and hard. 

"Wow, baby, that was amazing" she said. "Now get out of here and let me finish my shower." Smiling I stepped out. As I dried myself I was reflecting on that hummer-of-a-lifetime when I remembered what had started all this. I still had the delightful, yet torturous promise of what I hoped would be the erotic tale of two woman and new discoveries awaiting me. I almost wished we didn't have to meet our friends.

After I dressed I walked downstairs to find Courtney sitting on a makeshift chair she had fashioned out of some of the packing boxes. She looked hotter than normal tonight even though she was dressed pretty simply in designer jeans and t-shirt. I recognize the clothes as belonging to Natalie. Was she going through Nat's clothes while we were in the bathroom? Could she have heard us? Oh my god, was the bathroom door left open by Natalie? I can't remember if it was open or closed when I left. Could she have peeked in and seen us through the shower door?

My mind was racing out of control. I had to stop. I was still horny and I admitted to myself that the reason she looked so hot was because I felt I held sexy knowledge of her now, our own dirty little secret.

I can't wait to hear Natalie's edition…



Moving Day Ch. 01



"Oh Jim, it's perfect!" she said and ran to me, giving me a huge hug. I hugged her back and enjoyed the feeling of her warm body pressing into mine. Her hands went to softly stroking my back and she gave my neck slow, sensuous lick from my collarbone to my ear, making my dick instantly hard again. She ground her groin into mine and started nibbling my ear. I could feel her nipples getting hard and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cock. My hands moved down her spine slowly, and then one moved to her ass and started massaging it, while the other moved to her firm little tit and started stroking the side. She moaned lightly and I pushed her away.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked poutingly? She had a look on her like I had just taken away her birthday. My hands moved up to her breasts and started rubbing them lightly through her shirt and softly pulled and pinched her nipples. She bit her lip again, closed her eyes, and gave a little moan of approval.

"No Chrysta, you did nothing wrong. But, you are going to take a shower first." She nodded her approval and I sat down on the bed. She started walking to the bathroom and I cleared my throat loudly. She froze in place like a deer caught in the headlights. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"May I take a shower?" she asked hesitantly, turning back toward me. She put her hands behind her back and her head down a little and put a little pout in her face. God was that ever a turn on.

"How is it that you expect to shower with your clothes still on?" I asked her and leaned back on the bed a little, bracing myself with my arms. A little of the sparkle returned to her eyes and I swore they turned a clearer shade of blue. A smile crept across her face and she brought her hands out from around her back, caressing her ass on the way, and sensuously drug them to the tanned skin of her thighs. Her little tongue stuck out a bit and she snaked her hands up her thighs, stopping at their junction to rub her crotch. A little growling moan escaped her lips and they traveled upwards, undoing the top snap of the button fly on the way, and without even really stopping. Chrysta's hands kept moving up, separating a little, teasing the sides of her abs and continued up to her chest where she gave both of her tits a good squeeze and pulled hard on her nipples. She sucked her breath in sharply and gently rubbed them, then her hands moved on up to her neck where they teased the flesh there as they continued on their journey. I could see she was giving herself goose bumps from where I was sitting, and I could smell the soft scent of her sex filling the room.

Her hands went to her bun, and she stretched her arms out as far as they would go, pushing her tits with their little erect nipples toward me. She undid her bun and shook her hair out. It had a little curl to it; just enough to make it look a little wavy, and it went down about 6 inches past her shoulders. She started massaging her tits again while she shook her hair out. She tossed her head back, sending most of her crimson mane behind her, just her long, curly bangs stayed up front.

She started dancing to some unheard music, writhing in time with a beat that only she heard. Her hands went down to her shorts and she undid a second button of her fly, then they snaked their way back up her abs and untied her shirt from her mid-riff. She shook it out over her thumbs and slowly gathered it in her hands, still moving to that music. She crossed her arms and pulled the hem up over the top of her head, showing me that lace bra that I had been feeling. It did have a front clasp on it.

The shirt was unceremoniously dropped behind her and she started dancing in just her bra and shorts for me. Her hands went to play with her tits, softly teasing her nipples, and she somehow managed to unclasp her bra without even touching it. Her hands once again moved down to her shorts. One finger started stroking the hem that was starting to ride between her lips, pushing it deeper, causing another moan to erupt forth from her throat. The other hand unsnapped another button on the fly and she opened the fly as wide as it could go and then folded the top down as far as it could go. One more snap and I should have been able to see the tops of her lips, but I had yet to see any underwear. The top of her red bush I could see, however, just peaking out over the top of that last snap.

The hand that was massaging her pussy through her shorts went inside it through the fly and the other hand moved up to her bra and uncovered her right breast and nipple, slowly, dragging the material across its entirety. She bent her head down and stuck her tongue out, and with a very small push from her hand, her nipple was in her mouth. She started sucking on that, moaning to herself. Her other hand was still buried in her crotch and I could see her knuckles busily rubbing and stroking her pussy under that fabric. Her other hand went to playing with her left tit, still leaving the bra covering it. She let her nipple go with a loud pop, and both hands went to stroking her tits, her index fingers strumming her nipples. She took a few steps forward, still writhing to the music. Her hands snaked down again to unsnap the last button on her fly and she rolled them down even further, the top of her slit sticking out from the bottom of the fly, her small red bush trying to hide it, but failing miserably. The only thing keeping those shorts up now was the curve of her ass and her legs, which she was keeping separated, slowing the fabric to slide around inside her now opened flower. 

Her hands snaked their way back up her abs, tickling and teasing her skin on the way up to her chest. She grabbed the center clasp of her left bra cup and she slowly pealed it off her tit. Her other hand grabbed the other side and she slid it off both arms at the same time, reaching back behind herself, leaning forward, damn near putting those tits in my face. I gave each nipple a quick lick while she was occupied and her breath caught in her throat deliciously. She dropped the bra behind her and spun away from me, her hair becoming a red flair around her face, her pink nipples standing at attention and greeting my view with every turn, and her jean shorts fell to the ground as she spun. She stopped herself about 5 feet away after stepping out of those shorts and stood there, her feet a shoulder width apart, her pussy lips separated and her pink slit open to view at the gap between the junction of her thighs. Her tits gave a little wobble with the quick stop and her face was covered in hair. She bent forward rapidly, her head damn near hitting the ground. Her hands went to her ankles and she slowly stood up, dragging her hands up her legs. 

Her hands moved from the outside of her legs at her ankles, up her calves, crossing over at her knees. Her fingers raked up the insides of her thighs and she stuck both her index fingers in her cunt as she continued standing. I could hear the wet slurch as they entered and left just as quickly. They were covered in her juices already and I could see that they were wet from my position. Her left hand she dragged up over her abs, leaving a slightly wet trail up until about her rib cage. The finger then went to playing with her nipple. Her other finger she only raked up her side with her finger nail, along side her breast and then into her mouth where she started sucking her own juice off and moaning. It popped out of her mouth and she whipped her head back, putting her hair back behind her. She stepped forward and put her left finger in my mouth, which I took.

I licked her finger, battering the tip of it with the tip of my tongue, sucking her taste off it for her. It tasted exquisite, especially for her being on the road without a shower for the last few days. I couldn't wait to taste her after she cleaned herself up.

She slowly pulled the finger from my mouth and knelt on my lap, rubbing wet slit against my jeans encased hardon. We both enjoyed the feeling for a moment before she spoke.

"May I take a shower now, Jim?" she asked, her voice innocent and husky at the same time. I goddamn near came in my pants.

"Yes you may," I said hoarsely. I didn't realize how dry my throat had gotten while watching her. She kissed my neck, grinding her cunt against my crotch and slowly slid off the bed, running her nipples down my chest. When her knees hit the ground, she stood up slowly, her fingers running back up her legs stroking her mound and cupping her breasts.

"Thank you, Jim," she said and slowly turned around. She swayed into the bathroom, keeping her thighs separate as she walked, giving me the vision of her open pussy with a little bit of fur showing around it under her perfect, tanned little ass.

The door to the bathroom opened and she gave me another absolutely simmering look, licked her lips and went in. The door closed behind her and the shower started. I fell back on to the bed, my arms to my side, staring up at the ceiling. The last 2 minutes slowly replayed in my head again. I must have started dozing because the next thing I remember is a tug on my pants and the sound of a zipper being lowered.

"Jim?" she asked, fishing my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. I propped myself up on my arms and looked at the vision before me. 

Chrysta had dried herself off from her shower, but her hair was still wrapped up in a towel, with a few strands of her red locks peaking out here or there. Except for that towel, she was naked and kneeling between my legs at the edge of the bed.

"Yes?" I croaked out as she started licking my cock head.

"I just realized that I don't have any clean clothes up here. They're down in the bag in your car," she said and sucked my whole cock head into her mouth. It was my turn to moan this time and she started bobbing and flicking her tongue and sucking on my cock head a little faster and harder.

"I guess you'll have to call the bellhop then, won't you," I said. She moaned a little, sending chills up and down my spine. She started to work my cock down her throat and only got about 6 inches of it past her lips. I fell back ward on the bed; my arms had turned to jello. She stood up a little to adjust her position and started sucking my cock with a fever and started rolling my balls around. I could hear her play with her wet pussy over the slurping of her mouth on my knob.

"Chrysta, I didn't tell you to play with yourself, did I?" I choked out. She whimpered what sounded like an apology. I heard her stop and that hand came forward to start jerking my rod, using her own pussy juice and her spit for lube. It wasn't going to take me much longer between her tongue, her tight throat, and her jerking me off while playing with my balls. "Gonna cum," I moaned. She started jerking faster and sucking harder.

"Pull it out. Gonna cum on your face," I said and let my knob plop out of her mouth She started jerking harder, rubbing from my root to the tip, rubbing around my cock head about every third stroke or so. Her tongue was going nuts, feathering my head when her hand wasn't rubbing it. I looked down at her and she was looking at my cock as if it were fountain of youth. She looked up quickly and our gaze met. My eyes were glazed over so much that I couldn't see, and hers were hot, smoldering pits of lust. 

She kept her eyes on mine and slowly engulfed my cock head with her mouth, her tongue flicking as fast as it could against the under side of my mushroom. She started moaning around it, closing her eyes and sucking a little, her tongue dipping its tip into my piss slit. That's all it took.

She must have felt the surge with her hand before she tasted my jizz, because I'm pretty sure not a single drop managed to make it in her mouth. The first shot went from her nose across her eyebrow and up into her hair. The next shot pooled up on her cheek and started running down her jaw. The next one coated her lips, the next one hit her nose again and it started running off, joining the stream the third one made. The last few strings of cum didn't have the force behind them and they hit her chin and dribbled down her neck to her chest. She milked one last one out of my cock that had a little force behind it and it shot across her forehead and into her hair. I fell back ward on the bed, almost ready to pass out. She giggled and stood up.

"I guess you're more tired than you thought," she giggled. I sighed and smiled.

"I am now. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" I asked. I managed to open my eyes and see clearly and saw that she was blushing.

"I was just always good at it. Momma told me to never waste my talents," she said and giggled a little more. I laughed a little bit.

"Your momma's a good woman! Call the bellhop and lets get your clothes up here. You have any money on you? They're going to want a tip," I said. 

"I have a 20 in my shorts," she said and bent over at the waist, giving me a good shot at that pussy and that ass again. Her head appeared behind one of her knees and she smiled devilishly. "Looks like someone's not as tired as he thought," she said and playfully bit the air, giving a little growl. I looked down and my cock was already starting to harden again.

I tucked myself back into my pants and she stood up and walked to the phone. "Chrysta, tell them to bring up my black suitcase from the back seat, too," I added and walked into the bathroom. I started the shower and listened to her call the front desk.

"They said they'd bring it right up, Jim," she said, hanging up the phone. I stripped my clothes and threw them into the bedroom. I walked into the front of the room and looked at her, lying naked on the couch, teasing her nipples with the 20-dollar bill. That gave me an idea.

"Thank you," I said smiling. "By the way, don't put a towel on when the bellhop gets up here." 

"I wouldn't dream of it, Jim!" she said, almost astonished that I would even suggest to her that she cover up.

"Good," I said getting into the shower. "Oh, and by the way, I don't want you to tell me that you simply handed that bellhop that 20. And if the bellhop is a guy, I want to see his cum on those tits when I get out of here." She was in the bathroom before I had closed the shower curtain.

"Jim, how about I let them get the 20 from here?" she said, trailing the money down her stomach and tucking the center of it into her wet snatch. The green in the red made me think of Christmas and the lucky bastard that gets to open up that present.

"Great," I said, stroking my dick as I shut the curtain. "Tell me about it when I get out of the shower." I heard the door shut and enjoyed the rush of the water against my skin and tried to figure out what we were going to do next.



Moving Day Ch. 02



The truck was loaded and the movers had left for the house. Her new house, while smaller than the duplex she had been living in, was HER house. Well, hers and the bank that loaned her the money to buy it!

After touring the empty house, checking for anything left behind, Kaylie went into the bathroom and splashed her face with cool water. She looked in the mirror and reached for a towel. Surprised to find only thin air, she chuckled to herself. Of course, everything was gone. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair, trying to give it a less wild look and with a final sigh, left the house.

On the short drive to her new bungalow, she thought back to the afternoon. The mover, Jordan, who’s time and attention had been diverted by her, who had fucked her and laughed with her, whom she had never met before. He was now waiting for her in her new sanctuary, unloading boxes and furnishings. How was she going to face him?

Kaylie parked on the street outside the small, neatly manicured white home. She smiled to think she was finally “home.” She had saved for many years, had worked hard to reestablish her credit rating after the damage her ex husband had caused and was finally seeing the fruition of her dream. She walked slowly up the walk and almost lifted a hand to knock. Again, she giggled to herself.

She opened the door and could see the men in the dining room placing the table where she had hoped they would. 

“Gee whiz, Jordan! She is a hottie!” Larry drawled in the local vernacular. “I bet she was good.”

Jordan glared at Larry and said, “Shut the fuck up, asshole. Regardless of what you may think, she is a lady and will be treated like a lady!”

Kaylie blushed and started to turn toward the door when Jordan saw her from the corner of his eye. The grimace on his face brightened with a smile.

“Hello, ma’am. I apologize for the remarks my partner made.” The words flowed smoothly and with confidence. 

Kaylie was speechless. Her face, bright red with embarrassment, she cast her eyes to the floor. She fought tears as she wrung her hands in front of her.

“I am going upstairs to unpack a few things. Lock the door on your way out,” she mumbled. 

Kaylie hurried upstairs and went to her bedroom. Boxes lined the wall furthest from the queen size bed. She longed to lie down and either have a good cry or sleep until this nightmare was over. Of course, she could do neither. She went to the wall and started taking boxes down. She placed them strategically about the room so as to facilitate unpacking. As the afternoon wore on, her clothing was folded and placed in her dresser, her closet was full of dresses and shoes and her bed was made. Still, not wanting to face the two men, she reached for the last box.

She pulled the tape from the box and pulled out the first object that her hand touched. As she was lifting the skein of nylon rope from the box, she heard a sound from behind her. She pushed the rope into the box and slapped the leaves shut over its contents.

“What are you doing here?” she said in a shrill voice, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and annoyance.

Jordan looked at her for a moment, his eyes softening, and said,” I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That is all, ma’am.”

“Well, you could start by not calling me “Ma’am!” Kaylie replied with a harsh glint in her eye. 

“Yes, ma…Kaylie.” Jordan gazed at Kaylie, as if swimming in her essence. He felt a stirring, but something more. He wanted her to feel good, to feel better, to not have to face the humiliation that he had caused. Something about Kaylie, made Jordan want to care for her and protect her. He stepped forward slowly, yet with confidence. His hand outstretched toward her.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Kaylie. We are two consenting adults and it has been an emotional day for you.” His voice caressed her with its deep timbre and gentleness.

Kaylie felt a tear begin to slip down her cheek. Jordan reached out, and slipped his index finger over it. 

“Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry.” Jordan pleaded in a hushed tone. He moved closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume combined with the musky odor of the aftermath of their sex. His arms reached for her and she, without hesitation, slipped into them. He held her as a brother would, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words in her ear. They stood for a few minutes, finding comfort and companionship in one another’s arms, in the arms of strangers, until Jordan led her to the bed. Gently, he sat her on the edge and held her. He slipped a finger under her chin and raised her face. Jordan leaned forward and tenderly kissed each eye, swollen and red from her weeping. 

He looked down at her face, once again. Kaylie, feeling a sense of connectedness that had so long eluded her, lifted her mouth to his. He gently pressed his lips against hers while he caressed her cheek with his thumb. Short, tender kisses painted heat upon her trembling mouth. 

Not wanting to further hurt this lady, this fragile flower, he pulled back from her. She questioned him with her eyes. Jordan smiled and said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kaylie placed her hand at the back of his neck, whispering, “You can’t. You won’t,” and urged him to kiss her again. This time, Jordan’s kiss was more insistent. His lips played on her, the pressure changing with each touch. Kaylie reached around him and held him close to her as they kissed. His embrace tightened while his mouth pressed hers open, his tongue searching, sliding over her smooth, white teeth until it plunged into her eager mouth. Jordan’s hand stroked her side, slowly caressing the flesh between her hips and arms. 

Kaylie felt that all too familiar tingling sensation. She sighed beneath his lips and raised her body as if to get closer. Jordan laid Kaylie back against the bed and lifted her shirt. His hands explored her stomach and her breasts. He took a breast in each hand and massaged them, caressing them and kneading them as he watched the nipples become erect. He lowered his mouth to a nipple and took into his mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, Jordan,” Kaylie whispered. “I want you so badly. “ She caressed the top of his head, grasping locks of hair and releasing them. 

Jordan opened his mouth wide and took as much of Kaylie’s breast in as he could, sucking it hard, her sensitive nipple sent searing bolts of sensation through her abdomen to her wet pussy. Jordan felt a pressure between his legs, his cock growing with each moment he shared with this beauty. He groaned as he raised his head and began tasting her other breast. His teeth nibbled at the erect nipple as his hand slid down her stomach. He pressed the palm of his hand against her wet mound through her clothing. Instinctively, her hips raised themselves to meet his hand.

“Oh, fuck me, please, “ Kaylie cried out. 

Jordan raised himself slowly in the air and began to slip her shorts from her full hips. Once her pussy was completely exposed, he slipped his uniform from his lean body. Kaylie’s hair was splayed over the bed and her face flushed with desire. She held her arms out to him. Rather than go to her, Jordan swept himself to his knees and buried his face in her glistening mound. He deeply inhaled the scent of her sexuality while his mouth opened, his tongue separating her labia until he mouth covered her clit. His tongue flickered the swollen bud, firmly and quickly causing Kaylie to convulse almost immediately.

“Oh Shit! My pussy …fuck my pussy, “ she shouted. Jordan didn’t lift his face from her. Instead, he plunged two fingers deep inside her aching canal and began pumping. Her hips bucked against his hand and face, her pussy clenching his fingers. Kaylie grabbed Jordan’s hair and began pulling. She didn’t know what she was doing. Her movements were frantic. He finger fucked her more rapidly, with more depth as his teeth grazed her sensitive, swollen clit. 

Kaylie’s body was taut with the strain of the impending orgasm. Her hips rose from the bed, her legs bent firmly over Jordan’s shoulders. As the threat of orgasm approached, Jordan hooked his fingers and thrust them into her depths. He twisted his fingers with each entry and rubbed her G spot, hard and rhythmically.

“Oh, fuck!” Kaylie shouted through clenched teeth as she released her juices over Jordan’s hands and face. Her hips and legs convulsed with the power of the climax, her shouts continued. She freed Jordan’s head and laced her hands in her own hair, pulling and tugging as her head rolled on the bed. Her orgasm seemed endless as she spurted more fluid over Jordan, his fingers working her swollen pussy, his mouth molesting her clit until her body sprayed one final release and lay spent on the bed. 

“You’re a beautiful woman, Kaylie, “ Jordan whispered as he touched her lips with his finger and delicately kissed her neck. His arms slipped around her and she cradled her there, whispering of her beauty and sweetness, telling her that he wanted to know her, the person, not just her, the sexual being. Kaylie shivered with delight, having denied herself a man’s touch, not daring to risk intimacy and closeness in so long.

Jordan’s glance found the bedroom clock. 

“I have to go soon,” he kissed her cheek. “Is there somewhere I can get washed up?” 

Kaylie nodded and giggled. “You know where the bathroom is.”

He helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply. He held her hand and led her to the door. Kaylie’s eyes questioned him.

“Larry has gone home. Perhaps you can show me where the towels are?” Jordan’s eyes twinkled behind his seemingly innocent suggestion. Kaylie nodded and followed. She couldn’t help but notice that his shaft was semi erect and felt her own arousal reignite at the thought of sharing a bathroom with Jordan. Kaylie took two towels, a bar of soap and shampoo from a box waiting outside the bathroom. 

Jordan took it upon himself to start the water for their shower, as he bent over, Kaylie slipped her hand between his legs, tentatively touching his sac and the area between that and his rectum. Immediately, his cock responded to her touch.  Jordan turned, taking Kaylie’s breasts in his hands, kissing each one. Kaylie’s lips found Jordan’s ear as he sucked the rosy tip of one breast between his teeth. Her breath heavy, he could feel the pressure building in his groin as her lips nibbled his ear lobe.

Jordan pulled away from Kaylie and helped her into the small shower stall. Touted as a “half bath”, Kaylie was certain it was just large enough for the two of them. They slipped into the porcelain and fiberglass structure, standing close to one another. Jordan stood below the showerhead and raised his head to allow the warm water to permeate his hair. 

Kaylie began lathering Jordan’s chest, moving the bar of soap in circles over the silky hair adorning his muscular body. The circles increased in size and became an oval as she covered his torso in fresh smelling suds. Jordan looked down at her, his eyes soaking in the red headed vixen who so tenderly bathed him. She slipped the soap between his legs, pausing a fraction of an instant to enjoy the sensation of his erection underneath her ministrations. Jordan’s hands found her shoulders while Kaylie slipped the soap through his legs, over his sac to his ass. She caressed him with the bar and felt her own arousal building as she absorbed the intimacy of the act. 

“Exquisite!” Kaylie murmured in a husky voice as she lowered herself to wash his legs. 

The scented bar traveled over his legs and thighs while she fondled his balls with her free hand, not wanting to leave his sex unattended. Once she was certain Jordan was clean, she stood before him, her hand still touching his sex. She took it into a firm grasp and slowly stroked his length. 

Jordan led her in a slow dance to maneuver her beneath the showerhead with him facing her, his back against the wall. Most of the water flowed over her, while some found him. She rinsed his body, never taking her hand from his turgid member.  Jordan took the soap from Kaylie and began at her neck, soaping and lathering her body. He reveled in the vision of Kaylie; her pink nipples covered in white, glistening foam and guided the bar of soap to her sex. 

He separated her labia with the bar and slowly applied pressure along her crevice. She shuddered with each stroke over her bud. Jordan pressed the soap against her opening, teasing her while she continued to stroke and fondle him. Kaylie looked into his eyes as her body shook before him. She spread her legs, pressing her mound against the object in his hand as if to try to fuck it. Her desire was building to unequivocal proportions. 

“Please, Jordan,” Kaylie pleaded. “Please, I want you inside me.”

“How badly do you want me?” Jordan asked, not expecting an answer.

Kaylie grinned and said, “This badly!” She removed his hand from her gluttonous cunt and lowered herself to her knees. Burying her face in his balls, her tongue lashed out, tasting the residue of soap and savoring the sensation of the soft flesh on her mouth. She tasted bits of the flesh, swirling her tongue over it until she took a testicle in her mouth. She sucked the ball and stroked his aching, hard member. Jordan could only see her hand moving the length of his shaft and her damp hair. He watched her head moving slowly over his body and groaned loudly. He spread his legs to allow her complete access to his manhood. She grasped his ass cheeks, pressing him firmly against her face. 

Her strokes slowed and then quickened, slowing again. The rhythm was ever changing, as was the pressure of her mouth upon him. She moved her head back and looked into his eyes. Her expression was not the hesitant, shy look of an embarrassed schoolgirl, but carried the passion of a woman with long unmet needs. She pursed her lips over the tip of his rigid cock and slowly took him in her mouth. Holding the base of his member as a guide, she withdrew. Again, she took him in her mouth, pressing her tongue and lips along the bottom side of his shaft. She closed her eyes, becoming damp with pleasure as she began giving him head. Her head bobbed at his waist as her pussy responded to her own arousal. The warm water pelting both of their bodies, added to the sensuality of the act. Jordan heard unintelligible sounds escape Kaylie’s throat as she sucked him, harder and faster, her torso and legs quivering with excitement. 

Jordan grabbed a handful of hair and directed the pace of the blowjob, pressing her face against him and pulling back. His cock thumped against the back of Kaylie’s throat with each thrust. His hips moved in rhythm with her mouth and the pleasure was divine. Feeling the pressure building and threatening to escape, Jordan pulled Kaylie to her feet, none too gently. Her turned her toward the shower wall and spread her legs. Lifting her slightly above his waist, he pressed her face against the cool wall of the shower and began pounding her with his sex. 

His cock entered her, rough and demanding. He thrust deep, so deep, he crushed her against the shower wall. Her shouts threw themselves into the echo chamber created by the shower stall and resonated throughout the house. 

“Harder! Fuck me, harder!” She cried out.

He pounded her with his body, the muscles in her cunt pulsating around his rock solid member, as if urging him to continue with each stroke. Kaylie grabbed the showerhead, her knuckles white with tension while Jordan pummeled her without mercy. Kaylie was helpless to his strength and her need. Her shouts became shrieks as the orgasm began to overwhelm her senses.

“Oh, Yes! Yes, Jordan!” she called out. Her body began convulsing with each slamming thrust into her needy cunt. In that last moment of rigidity, she screamed. Her juices poured over his cock, with the water that continued to flow over his body. She thrashed her head, nearly crashing it into the wall. Jordan clenched a handful of hair and held it still while she succumbed to another orgasm. Her screams had become whimpers while she lost herself in sensation.

Jordan could no longer restrain himself. His harsh fucking of this sweet lady left him pulsating and rigid with need for release. He drew back, one final time, watching the ecstasy on her face as he heaved his body against hers, pressing her between him and the wall. He jerked his hips several times, shouting with his release as she came one final time. 

For several moments, they stood there with her sandwiched between he and the wall. He caressed her arms and kissed her head. She whimpered with pleasure and exhaustion. Jordan slowly pulled himself from her and helped her turn to face him. Her legs were weak, her head lolled on her shoulders. He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her neck beneath the artificial rain of the shower. A final kiss for Kaylie and Jordan stepped back.

“Hmm wonderful!” Jordan said quietly. “I wish I could stay, but I need to get home now, ma…Kaylie.”

Kaylie nodded her understanding. They stepped from the shower and hurriedly dried themselves off. Kaylie kissed Jordan at the door and said a quiet farewell.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Jordan smiled and waved on his way down the walk.

Jordan wondered to himself if Larry had told his wife he had to work late. He hoped so.

In a two-bedroom duplex on the other end of town, a man, naked and heaving from the most incredible blowjob he had ever received said, “I love it when he works late.”

“I know, Larry. If he didn’t work so hard we wouldn’t have time to play!” responded an attractive lady in her mid fifties.



Moving Day Ch. 02



**Read Chapter 1 first, all this will make a little more sense. Enjoy and don't forget to vote!**

I finished my shower and walked out after drying off, not bothering to cover up. My dick was hard just thinking of what Chrysta might have done with the bellhop, and I wanted to hear her story. It had been 15 minutes, I figured she'd be done with the bellhop, or at least just finishing; I was wrong.

I walked into the sitting room and kneeling between Chrysta's wide open thighs was the female bellhop that dropped off our luggage by the front door. She was still in her uniform; skirt of a respectable length and polo shirt. She looked to be Native American, but she may have just had a good tan. Either way, her body looked like it was sculpted, nearly more perfect than any found in nature. Her legs were toned, her wiggling ass flared out into her thighs in then back into a small waist. I couldn't see much else from my position, simply that she had long, straight black hair with a few brown and blonde highlights in it.

Chrysta was obviously enjoying the tongue lashing she was receiving. She was biting her lip trying not to moan and holding her knees as far apart as she could so she could feel that tongue squirming in her cunt. Her head was thrashing back and forth and she started shaking, her belly twitching uncontrollably, which made her tits jiggle deliciously.

"Keep licking right there!" Chrysta moaned out, her hands going to the girl's face between her thighs. "Oh yes! Yes! I'm going to cum! Get ready!" she screamed. Probably half the hotel heard her. I looked to make sure the front door was shut. She looked into my eyes and her whole body convulsed, her stomach crunched and her hands pushed the head of the bellhop into her crotch. 

"Ooooh! Oh my God!" she cried out and fell back against the chair she was in. Her breathing was deep and labored. She tried laughing a little. I could tell every time her clit was licked by her twitching and her sweat covered nipples jiggling. Chrysta pulled the head up away from her pussy and kissed the girl on the lips. She was taller than I thought she was, and I'd say she was definitely Native American with her tan skin and her long silky dark hair. It was back in a long thick braid and it made my dick even harder. She stood up slowly and turned around, she looked shocked that I was there at first and then smiled coyly.

"Do I get a tip from you too?" she asked and stepped forward. I saw that her face was almost dripping with Chrysta's cum. If she came that much, then it would be a fun night out tonight. The bellhop took another step forward and grabbed my very erect dick and started slowly stroking it. 

"All you want is the tip?" I asked quietly. She smiled and sunk to her knees.

"Well, it's so big I don't know if much else will fit," she said and started licking and sucking on the head. She wasn't as good as Chrysta, but she was damn good. The room was filled with the sound of her slobbering on my knob as it got a good healthy coating of spit. Her lips popped every time she let it flop out of her mouth and then she'd lick the entire length until she got her lips around the head again and started sucking harder.

"We have a good little bellhop," Chrysta said, still breathing heavily. She got up off the couch and walked over to me and started stroking my shaft as the new girl kept sucking. I moaned a little and knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be shooting a load down her throat. "Jim, she's got a better place for you to put that cum, don't you?" Chrysta said teasingly, her tongue flicking against my ear. 

"Mmm Hmm," the girl moaned and nodded enthusiastically. I about lost it right there, but I wanted to see what these two had planned. The bellhop stood up an slowly rose the hem of her skirt until it was plain to see that she was not wearing panties, clean shaven, and very, very wet. She lifted her left leg up and put her heel on Chrysta's shoulder, opening pussy, making a little pink flower in the vast field of creamy tan flesh.

"Cum in my cunt?" she begged, practically purring. I just love working feeling it move in me," she said demurely. She stepped forward and Chrysta positioned my cock just inside the help's hole. "MMmmm….I haven't had anything this big inside me since I fucked my Daddy for his birthday last year," she said and started rocking in very small circles. I lost it then. Between her telling me she fucked her dad, her motions, and her pussy squeezing my cock head, I blew shot after shot of hot spunk up that shaved Indian slit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, the tip of her tongue coming out between her lips as she savored the feeling. "Yessss," she hissed and kept trying to milk my cock with her cunt. Chrysta helped by squeezing the cum out of my dick slowly, starting at its base and squeezing to the bellhop's lips. She flicked the bellhop's clit while she was there and started all over again.

"Now that's the best tip I've ever gotten," she said and giggled. She shivered every time Chrysta made contact with her and it looked like she was having a hard time keeping her balance. She squeezed my cock and the head slid out of her cum drenched hole. She giggled as she heard the pop. "Now I just have to keep this in," she said, rubbing her pussy. She came up with a few drops of my cum and a coating of hers. The finger was offered to Chrysta who licked and nibbled the juice off her finger before sucking the whole thing in her mouth.

"Oooh, she is good, isn't she," the bellhop moaned and put her left leg back on the floor. Her skirt fell back into place and except for the smell of sex and Chrysta's cum that had splashed onto her work shirt, she appeared perfectly normal.

"You have no idea," I said grinning. The bellhop smiled and pulled her finger out of Chrysta's mouth. Chrysta hugged my arm and subtlety rubbed her furry mound on my leg.

"I'd like one," the bellhop mumbled. "Let me know if you need anything else brought up here, I'm here all day and until 10pm tonight. My name is Brandi," she said and stepped toward the door.

"Brandi, did you need to clean up any?" I asked quickly. She looked at herself and felt her shirt. She shrugged and giggled. 

"The only other person working in my part of the building is my mom, and I don't think she'll care. Maybe I can get her to help me get something for you, if you need anything else that is," she said devilishly and flicked her tongue at Chrysta.

"If we do, I'll be sure to call for you," I said and she giggled and left. I saw the $20 sitting on the TV by the door and laughed.

"Maybe I should apply here, the perks seem to be great!" Chrysta said smiling. Her eyes were shining and she shook her hair out a little. I laughed.

"But then I'd have to leave you here," I said softly. "I'd really like to not do that, I'd prefer the company for the trip."

"Just for the trip?" Chrysta pouted, her full lower lip sticking out and quivering. A smile crept across my face and I licked my lips. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence.

"So, are you hungry? For food, I mean?" I asked and stepped over to my bag.

"Famished. Nothing works up a girl's appetite like a tongue in her pussy," she said and bent over at her bag. I looked at that perfect ass bending before me and bent back a little to see her still wet pussy glistening in the light. I felt my dick start to rise again, but started thinking about fat lesbians wrestling in chocolate pudding and it went back down. Much as I wanted to screw Chrysta all afternoon, we had things to do. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I watched as she pulled a shorter pair of jean shorts out of her bag and a ripped up t-shirt that looked two sizes too small. 

I sat in a chair and watched her dress. She was facing away from me, still bent over, her hair sweeping the ground. I had a perfect view of her tight ass and her pink slit which was starting to close a little A mischievous grin snaked across her face and she stepped into her shorts. very slowly she stood up, pulling the faded and worn denim up her calves and then slowly up over her thighs. I couldn't help but notice that they were cut off extremely short, with the frayed cut splitting the rear pockets in half. Not much of the fabric was left on the sides, just the inch or so where the belt loops were. She pulled them up tightly and the bottom third of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks were in plain sight. She sat down on the couch where she had been getting her pussy licked and spread her legs wide.

The button fly on the shorts only had two of the original buttons left, and the top of her shorts just barely covered the fiery fur of her pussy. There were three new buttons though, and the fly of the shorts had been extended, and when they were fastened, one button would be over her clit and another would be against the rim of her hole. My dick was as hard now as it was when she had stripped before her shower. 

Her taught legs slowly closed and fastened the lowest button, pausing between the lowest and the next to push the button into her hot juicing box a couple of time, moaning softly the entire time. Her fingers played up her wet slit and she softly strummed her clit before closing the next button. With her throbbing honey pot covered, she kept closing her legs slowly and the top two buttons were fastened slowly. Her legs were straight up in the air when she finished, and she slowly bent them at her knees until they touched her exposed ass. She spread her knees apart slowly and the crotch of the shorts drew up into her cunt, the thin strip of material between the last button and her ass disappeared completely. She rubbed the crotch of her short which were rapidly turning a dark blue from her juices, and sighed each time the buttons over her clit and in her hole were bumped. Her feet descended slowly to the floor and she stood with her feet spread a little, the junction of her thighs exposed and her lips devoured a little more of the denim. She wasn't quite covered enough to pass in public, and she'd get indecent exposure if anyone called the cops. My eyes ran up her body across her abs, up to her perky tits with their erect nipples and on up to her face. Her beautiful eyes were staring into mine, and they had such a look of passion on them I would have cum right then if I could have again so soon. 

Her eyes had a sparkle in them among a devilish glow and she pulled her shirt on over her head and shook her hair out. She peeled and stretched the thin fabric down over her tits and pulled it down as far as it would go. The front of the shirt covered all of her ample tits, but it didn't actually touch her ribs or abs. Her pink nipples barely stood out on her tanned chest under the shirt. Chrysta smoothed the shirt down her sides and her hands teased down her abs, causing ripples of goose bumps to erupt across her skin. Her thumbs hooked into the waist of her shorts and the barest hint of red pubic hair could be seen peeking over the top. The entire room smelled like her pussy.

My mouth had gone dry again. I just stood there and took all of her in and looked her from top to bottom and back up again.

"Well, were we going to go out, or were you just going to stand there and stare all day?" she giggled. I shook my head quickly and started looking around for my shoes. She slipped her little feet into her sandals we took off.

Chrysta opened the door to the room for me and waited until I left to shut it. She jogged ahead of me to push the elevator button, and I happily watched her breasts bounce with each step. Her nipples hadn't softened any and she was smiling beside the elevator as she waited for it.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything as sexy as you," I said right before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. She blushed and I smiled at her. She followed me into the elevator and the doors closed.

"So where are we going, Jim?" she said happily, the silky tone of her voice mingling deliciously with the huskiness of her horny condition. "I'm not really dressed for any place fancy," she giggled.

"Chrysta, you're not dressed for any place at all. I've seen swimsuits with more fabric than this," I said and I pushed the button for the first floor.

"Don't you like it, Jim?" she asked pouting. Chrysta took a step forward and started rubbing my still rock hard meat through the fabric of my pants. "It feels like you like it," she breathed huskily. My cock twitched hard in her hand. "It feels like you like it a lot," she said and backed against the glass wall of the elevator. She wiggled her hips at me and bit her lower lip seductively. A wide grin crept onto my face as I adjusted my cock in my pants.

"First of all, we're going to get you a dress, I feel like getting supper from someplace fancy tonight," I said.

"Oh but Jim, you really don't have to. . ." she started up again, the glaze leaving her eyes and a blush creeping out across her face and down her neck.

"But I want to. Second, unsnap the last button on your shorts," I said smiling broadly. She stopped blushing and the sexy smile returned to her face. Her hands moved from the handrail to the front of her shorts and then down into her crotch which was trying like mad to suck what was left of those jeans up in her. Chrysta let the button go, moaning slightly at the pleasure she got from the fabric moving across her still-wet sex. When the button released she bent over slightly and sank a finger deep inside her and pulled it out. The finger went to her mouth and she sucked the juices off, clearly working it as hard as she could with her tongue.

"Still hot wet and fresh, Jim," she said lustily.

"Good. I'll want my own fingerful in the mall," I said, and the elevator chimed and the steel doors opened. We walked out and waited for the valet to bring the car up to the door. She wanted to play with him, but I waved her down. I asked where the mall was and the valet gave us directions.

"So where are we going to eat, Jim?" she asked curiously once we were in the car.

"It's a place called Corona Sun. My old man told me about it. He used to be a traveling salesman," I said quietly. Dad had told me many times about the Corona Sun's good food and the very attractive wait staff that they are known for.

"What does your dad do now?" she asked, looking out the window, her legs splayed a little. I looked quickly over at her and could see the faintest hint of pink glistening through the wet denim of her crotch.

"Don’t know. Mom found out he was cheating on her for pretty much the whole marriage and she kicked his ass to the curb," I said as the car came to a stop at a red light. 

"How did your Mom find that out? I mean traveling salesmen and pilots usually have the most women on the side, but how did she really find out?" Chrysta asked. "If you want to talk about it," she added. The light turned green and we started moving again.

"A lawyer came to the door and asked to speak with him. 10 women in 4 cities were pressing paternity suits against him. I have 10 half brothers or sisters out there somewhere, and that's just the women who stepped forward. That's something I think about with every girl I meet," I said quietly.

"So you're saying. . ." Chrysta said quietly and bit her lower lip gently. I saw her nipples harden instantly and I could see fresh moisture coming from her juicing slit.

"Not much of a chance with you. Besides, you don't look anything like my old man. All the other kids did," I said, looking at her. Her eyes met mine and I got lost in them. I damn near rear-ended a red Volvo before I snapped back to reality. "But that really turns you on, doesn't it. You have a brother?" 

"Nope, but then I didn't know my father, either. Mom never talked about him and he was never around."

"Huh. Isn't that interesting," I said plainly. I had to admit, I found the thought that I had been blown and fucked and then had a little threesome with my own half-sister extremely arousing and my now confused cock was hard again and snaked down my leg.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who likes that thought. You ever have a sister, Jim?" Chrysta asked. "One that was around when you were growing up, I mean?" Chrysta started playing with her pussy lips, running her fingers over the outside of her spreading fly and moaning and twitching while she waited for an answer.

"Nope, but I had an aunt that more or less broke me in. She was my mother's younger sister and was only a few years older than me. I turned 18 and she made sure I knew what I was doing to women from that point forward. I don't think mom knows about it, and I really don't know what she'd do if she knew," I said. My cock started leaking pre-cum just thinking about Maria going down on me, or about her shaved beaver, or her DD tits that were naturally firm. Maybe it was the fact that it was my aunt that made me horny for her.

"Mmmm….sounds yummy," Chrysta moaned and pushed two fingers into her dripping hole. I laughed a little. 

"Didn't your Momma ever tell you not to play with your pussy in public?" I chuckled. My cock twitched in my pants.

"Actually Momma taught me a thing or two to do with my tongue. You've experienced that, and Brandi will tonight if she comes back," Chrysta said and pulled her fingers out of her twat. She held them up to my lips and I greedily sucked her nectar off them as I chewed and licked her fingers. My cock felt like it was ready to rip through her pants.

"Your mom taught you to eat pussy?" I asked after she pulled her fingers out of my mouth.

"Well, mom and a couple of her friends. And the sorority I was pledging to before I dropped out of college," Chrysta said and started tickling her pussy lips. "I better close this up or I'll never leave it alone." I watched as her slit mostly disappeared back under the blue denim. "Maybe I'll tell you about seducing my mother sometime," she said coyly and bit her lip playfully again. God was that starting to turn me on. Just something as simple as the edges of those pretty white teeth coming out over the top of that perfect, pink lower lip was really starting to get to me; my heart jumped in my chest every time she did it.

We arrived at the mall and parked. It was still damn hot outside, but not as hot as earlier. The heat of the afternoon was starting to retreat a little and I could see clouds off in the distance forming. It looked like there would be one hell of a storm tonight.

"Where did you want to shop at?" I asked as we walked in. The air-conditioned mall had two effects that I liked immediately as we stepped in. First, Chrysta's nipples sprang to life immediately. I noticed that her sweat had also been just enough to make the thin fabric of her top just clear enough to see through. I had to check myself from not staring a couple of times. I almost hit the standing mall directory right inside the door. The second thing was of course that I wasn't sucking in 90 degree air with 95% humidity.

"Okay, so here's the deal. I don't want to go with you while you shop. I don't want to see what you buy unless you're in it. What I want you to do is to take this money," I said digging out my wallet. I handed her 400 dollars and that was pretty much the last of my spending cash, the rest of this move would have to be on credit cards and the checking account. Chrysta started to blush again and looked like she was going to protest. I held my hand up and she backed off a step and very sheepishly looked at me, one foot spinning slightly on its toes and her arms were behind her back. Her head was dipped down a little and a small rain of crimson curls fell over the sides of her face. Those blue eyes looked at me with such passion that I actually forgot what I was going to say. 

"I, uh, I'll be back here in an hour," I said, most of the authority gone from my voice. "I know that doesn't leave you long to shop, but please be back here by then." She smiled broadly, and it was the smile of deep appreciation and thanks. For the first time since meeting this creature I wanted to take her right there and make love to her. Right there in the mall. I didn't want to fuck her, I didn't want to just have sex; I wanted to make long, slow, passionate love with her.




Moving Day Ch. 02



"Okay Jim," she said quietly and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "I'll be back in an hour," she added, seeming to know exactly what I was thinking. She leaned in and gave me a hug and I could feel every inch of her body caressing every inch of mine. She bit my ear lobe and then whispered huskily into it, "don't go getting all soft over little me, Jim. You're gonna need your strength for tonight. Besides, I want to see what this," she said, grinding her barely covered cunt into my regenerating hardon, "is capable of. I want it inside me, and I want you all night long. If I wear you out, I'll just have to call that little bellhop and have her lick your thick cock back into shape while I eat her little shaved Indian box. Mmmmm…now doesn’t' that sound nice?" she said, licking my ear occasionally. 

She quickly separated after a second playful bite to my ear and almost skipped off to her clothing store. She left me standing there, enjoying the view, wanting to see more, looking forward to tonight, wondering what she was going to buy, and with a raging boner in my jeans. I decided to sit down before people started to stare. I had a lot to think about and an hour to kill.



Moving Day Ch. 03



**This is the third and it was supposed to be the last of the Jim and Chrysta saga…but, there’s another one in the works. I highly encourage you to go back and read the other two before reading this one. As always, please vote, and enjoy!**

It felt like days had passed in the hour that I was wandering around the mall before making it back to the benches where she was going to meet me. I sent her off with a fistful of cash and I had no idea what she would come back in, or who she had screwed while she was gone. I don’t think I would have minded that much, as a matter of fact, I think after watching the maid eat her out that it probably would have been a hell of a turn on. 

I could see her now: Chrysta in the men’s room, getting banged against the sink by some just-out-of-high school kid, her bent over the wash basin, the kid behind her, going to town. Her ass was puckered tightly, her pink, sloppy pussy would have juice running down her legs from the fucking she was receiving. Her breath was fogging up the mirror, the graceful metal neck of the sink sliding between her tits. The water was turned on, turning her top transparent, her pink nipples and freckled chest showing under the tight wet fabric. Her shorts were still on her ass, but the thin hem of fabric that had only moments ago been sucked between her soaking pussy lips had been ripped completely apart. Her own fingers were working her clit hard and fast as her pussy was getting pounded into and the kid’s balls were slapping her fingers and her clit with every stroke. The kid pulled out and pushed her to the floor, holding her head away from his throbbing cock as spurt after spurt of hot cum splashed across her face and hair, dripping down to her shirt and pooling on the wet fabric and in her cleavage. 

The man of the minute left and she didn’t even have time to get to her feet before a long black dick was stuck in her mouth. She greedily started sucking on it, as if it would bring her eternal life itself, her eyes staring into his while she tried to suck as much of that long black tool in her throat as possible. Another man came in behind her and grabbed her waist. Chrysta eagerly stood up and presented her pussy for him, one hand spreading her swollen pussy lips for him so he could plunge in. The man rubbed his cock head for the length of her slit and slapped it against her clit and pussy hole. She moaned around the black man’s dick and moaned even louder when the dick behind her went into her ass, not her pussy. He slid in slowly and pulled out and started pounding her ass, his balls slapping into her cunt. Chrysta moaned loudly and more and more black cock was jammed down her throat. Every stroke back, she slid most of the 10-inch tool out of her mouth, and every time the cock slammed into her ass she swallowed the whole length of the dick in front of her. Another man showed up and she started jacking him off, keeping the cock pointed at her head. The black dick pulled out of her mouth and she started moaning, “Ooooooh, Jim, cum on me!” She kept moaning it over and over again.

A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my daydream and a familiar giggle snapped me all the way back to reality. 

“Jim, come on!” Chrysta’s voice teased. My eyes focused and the image before me made my dick harder than the dream had. I took a good long look up and down a few times, processing the vision before me.

Chrysta had bought herself a powder blue sundress with some kind of small white flowers printed on it. It made her red hair look even better than before; the red hair that I was noticing she had trimmed a little while she was shopping. It had a little more bounce to it and it looked cleaner and healthier than it did when she was fresh out of the shower. She bought herself a new pair of sandals and they looked so good on her tanned legs. Her toenails and her fingernails were painted the same color of burgundy and they had a nice satin finish on them. I saw she had set down a shopping bag behind her and she saw me trying to look into it.

“Not yet,” she said happily. “That’s for tonight, Jim.” 

I stood up and cocked an eyebrow, smiling crookedly. She laughed a little and shook her head, her brilliant eyes almost glittering with happiness. “Not for tonight tonight,” she said, emphasizing the first tonight. “It’s for dinner tonight, silly. You said we’d go somewhere nice,” she said, biting her lower lips and swinging her hips back and forth a little before me. The look was altogether childish and altogether alluring. I wanted to jump this beauty here in the mall and my dick was steel just thinking about it. I could hear the slapping noises reverberating in my head, her moans mixing with satisfied groans around her, and the wet slapping of cock in cunt as my mind went back to the bathroom. 

Her giggling snapped me back to the present. “You are horny, aren’t you?” she said, stepping forward, pressing her warm mound against my rigid cock with only two layers of fabric separating our desire. She leaned in and breathed along my neck before sucking on my ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you Jim. Right here, right now?” she said playfully, grinding her crotch almost imperceptibly against mine. All I did was groan quietly and pull her tighter. She giggled and twirled away, the hem of her dress lifting just enough to show me she hadn’t bothered to buy panties with the cash I gave her. A devious smile crossed my face and my cock twitched noticeably in my pants. Her pearly teeth came out over her lower lip and she pressed herself back against me and her lips sweetly smothered mine.

I broke the kiss and took another good look at her. She giggled looked away, blushing. Her teeth came over her bottom lip again and she did a little curtsey, showing her flame red bush peaking out under the bottom of the dress.

“Do you like it?” she asked meekly. I nodded and licked my lips to find out that Chrysta had made my mouth go dry. “It makes me horny,” she whispered, her eyes turning to mine. “It makes me feel dirty and I like it.”

“Oh? And I should reward you for feeling dirty?” I asked playfully. She stood up straight, her right hand touching my left, her left hand pulling the fabric up over those taut abs and keeping her pubic hair in the open.

“Can’t I reward you?” she pouted, her full lips sticking out playfully while her eyes burned with passion.

“And just how would you reward me for making you feel slutty?” I asked curiously. She only giggled and pulled me by my hand, twirling away from me, giving me a fleeting look at her well rounded ass and the rest of the mall a quick glimpse of her hot pussy.

“Follow me, and I’ll show you what I found,” she said, her eyes sparkling. She pulled lightly on my arm but didn’t move further until I moved myself. I decided to follow her, getting a good look at her swinging ass as she led me through the mall. 

She stopped us in front of some sort of enclosed virtual reality ride. I watched it as we came to it, the entire compartment rocking to-and-fro on a giant hydraulic system. The sign beside it said “The Frost Wurm” and continued talking about hunting the great Nordic legend. The ride lasted almost 10 minutes and cost 25 dollars; it also only seated two.

“Hey kid,” Chrysta said to the overly bored attendant. He looked at her, looked her up and down quickly and then his eyes shifted to me and locked on her face.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, is there a waiting line?” she asked, pulling away from me.

“Maybe. There’s two other couples in the food court that are supposed to get to ride. Next ride after that is open,” he said. Chrysta looked like she was going to cry and turned to face me, pressing her body against mine.

“Oh, honey!” she mock cried into my chest. “All I wanted to do was ride this all day,” she added, rubbing her mound against my still hard cock. I could feel her heat, even through my pants, and she was getting hotter. She started to sob, grabbing handfuls of my shirt.

“There, there, it’ll be okay,” I said and put one hand around her shoulders and the other on her ass. I gave it a good squeeze and I made sure the attendant saw my fingers massaging her firm cheek. I felt her shift and figured from the pressure on my crotch that she spread her feet a little. “The nice man did say ‘maybe.’ Maybe,” I started as I lifted Chrysta’s dress up over her shapely ass, exposing both cheeks, “we can persuade him to let us cunt in line,” I finished winking at the kid and hoping he caught my ‘slip.’

“Ooooh, I hope so,” Chrysta said. She arched her back against mine, rolling her pussy lips and the very tip of her red fur into his view. “I’ve been wanting to ride his thing…er…this thing all day,” she added, looking over the top of her shoulder. Her hair cascaded like a crimson waterfall over her shoulder and judging from the look the kid gave us, she must have given him a hell of a look. His now hard dick jumped in his pants and he nodded. “Oooh! Goody!” Chrysta said, springing around and bouncing a little on her toes. Her dress slid into place, but her bra-less tits bounced nicely for him.

The attendant looked like he was about to speak when the ride ended. He turned his head between Chrysta’s body and the ride a few times as if trying to remember what he was doing. He pushed a button and the door opened. I saw a couple stand up from the food court and look straight at the ride as they walked toward us. I got in the ride just as the previous occupants left it; I barely heard Chrysta whisper to the attendant “if you get fired, I’ll fuck you twice and love every second of you filling my pussy with cum.” I barely heard it over the top of the man shouting to the attendant from 50 feet away. Chrysta hopped in and the door shut. The interior lights hadn’t even come on yet and Chrysta was already taking her dress off. I watched her in the soft glow of the screen and the dim interior lights as a Viking-like voice came over the speakers. 

“Please take yer seats and be sure yer restraint es fastened,” the gruff voice said with a thick accent. Chrysta’s hand was on my zipper and slowly teased it down.

“Don’t mind if I do,” she said sexily, her molten eyes burning into mine. She freed my dick and I lifted my hips slightly as she tugged my pants off a little. After a quick lick she stood up and straddled my cock, sinking on to it in a fluid motion.

We both gave a low moan as her lava-filled love box squeezed around my dick. She was as wet now as she had been after I pumped my cum into the bus girl at the hotel. Her hips stared rocking rhythmically on mine as the voice came on again.

“You can change the volume with the controls at yer side,” the voice said. My hand went to the side of the chair and turned the volume all the way down.

“Oh, but Jim, the sexy Viking was getting me hotter,” Chrysta moaned. She leaned against me and kept rocking her hips against mine, her bush tickling my lower abs with every movement.

“Shhh,” I said and slowly licked from her collarbone to her ear. An earthquake of twitches and goose bumps followed in its wake and I felt her pussy flutter around my dick. “The man will warn us of sudden movement,” I said just as the machine lurched into action. She rocked away from me; my hands flew to her hips and hers to the seat back, keeping her from falling off my lap. She moaned loudly and pulled herself back onto my almost-liberated cock, eliciting another loud moan from the both of us and a wet slurch as her pussy devoured my cock again. 

“Oh my God,” she panted quietly. “We wouldn’t want warning…” she started as the ride moved violently to the side. She had to hold on tight and push her juicing pussy back down against my hips. “would we!” she squeaked just as our hips contacted again. I shook my hips and she drew her lips to mine. Our tongues danced around each other’s in a ballet of flesh and saliva and the ride rocked us into a passioned frenzy

This ride was the best idea anyone ever had. Every twitch, even the slow rocking motion of some kind of movement—like I paid attention to the screen with my hot little slut trying like hell to not break contact with my meat—drove us hotter and higher. The sounds of her pussy slamming back down onto my dick and of our moans filled the compartment. Part of me had the mind to hope the box was fairly sound proof and went as far as trying to remember hearing the passengers before us scream when the back of the compartment flew up violent and the front went into a dive.

Chrysta didn’t hit the floor, but she slid just far enough off my cock that it left her hot, dripping pussy and nudged against her tightly puckered ass. A second lurch a split second later drove her tits against my dick and me deep into her ass.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she screamed and tried to stand. The look of passion on her face was replaced by one of pain. I could feel her trying to relax her ass around my dick, but my hands held her tightly in place. The machine gave us about three seconds of reprieve while I was in the 7th heaven, feeling her ass constrict and loosen and constrict again around my dick.

“Jim, I’ve never,” she said softly, the look of pain slowly ebbing from her face. A single tear rolled down her cheek and the machine started softly rocking us again. I could feel her pussy dripping onto my abs as it pressed and smeared her juice into my pubic hair. She shut her eyes and her head rolled back, stretching her torso out without letting go of her death grip on the back of my chair. She slowly started pumping up and down, independent of the ride. I heard her moan something, but I couldn’t make it out. The machine started almost hopping on the hydraulics, slamming us back together after short separations; my well-lubed cock slid only a few inches of its length out of her hot, tight ass. 

The machine gave another hard lurch and she pushed herself back down against me. Her head rocked forward, her hair flying in a thick curtain. Her eyes were barely visible, and they were almost glowing in the dim cabin lights. She started squeezing my meat with her sphincter and intensifying the ride with slowly pumping her hips.

“I’ve never had anything in my ass, Jim,” she said breathlessly and the machine crunched us together. It was getting to be too much for me. I had never had my dick in anything so hot or so tight before. Her pussy was spurting out little droplets of cum onto my belly with each bounce of the machine, and watching her tits jiggle on the top of her tight little frame was coming close to putting me over the edge. 

The machine started a steady rocking, and Chrysta kept up with it, leaning into me. That was all it took. As her body rocked gently against mine, her ass fluttered around my stiff dick, and her pussy started drooling and spitting cum all over my shirt and crotch. She clamped down with her ass and bit my shoulder, trying not to cry out as she came hard. I let out a low moan as my ass started twitching cum into her bowels. 

Every pulse of my iron rod caused her to twitch and quiver, prolonging the electricity pulsing from my dick to my spine. My whole body felt like it was floating, on fire, and freezing at the same time. I didn’t exactly fill her ass to the brim, but there were 5 good shots that blasted deep inside her; not bad considering how much I’d cum already.

“Ooooh Jim,” she finally managed to moan out between her deep, rapid breaths. She was panting like she had just run a 6-minute mile. My heart was thunder in my ears and my heart was pounding in my chest. Chrysta stood up slowly, my dick popping from her ass and a tiny string of cum clung to both of us until she pulled away far enough that it stretched to its limit and broke. Chrysta’s legs were shaking hard enough that she had a hell of a time standing, but she managed to do so and I handed her dress to her. 

The ride had been still for nearly a minute; it took my fuzzy brain an extra second to realize that. I stuffed my dick back in my pants about the same time that the door opened. Chrysta’s dress slunk back into place and we stepped out. I laughed a little as I hit the fresher air of the mall; the entire ride smelled like cum and sweat. I looked back at the seat and there was a pool of both on the seat where I was a minute ago. 

Outside the kid was getting an ass-chewing by his boss and we got dirty looks from the couple who’s place we stole. The kid’s eyes around his boss’s arm as Chrysta bent down to pick up the bag. I knew he got an eyeful of her cum-slicked thighs and her abused pussy peaking out from under the dress hem because that’s exactly what I was looking at.

I cocked my elbow to the side and Chrysta slid her hand through and linked her arm in mine.

“So what else do you have in store for me?” she asked quietly as we sauntered through the mall to the exit.

“Shhh,” I said smiling, “It’ll ruin the surprise.” 

Chrysta’s eyes lit up and all but twinkled as we left the mall and headed for the car.



Moving Day Ch. 04



**This is the 4th and final chapter in the Moving Day series. If you haven't read the others, or it's been a while since you have, take the time to explore the previous chapters and this one will make a lot more sense. Comments are always welcomed and public comments are highly encouraged!

Thanks for reading the series....hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The Darkness**

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The trip back to the hotel had my mind reeling. Never in my whole life had I imagined I'd find a girl like Chrysta and never did I imagine that if such a girl did exist that Id pick her up on a whim as I'm leaving one life and trying to start another. The events of the past several hours kept replaying in my mind. The first thought I had of her pulling out a gun and splattering his grey-matter all over the highway was replaced by the look in her dazzling eyes as they turned from sparkling to sultry in the matter of a second. Her demure curiosity was brought back to the fore-front of my thoughts and one clear sentence rang in my head over the din of the pictures and memories, "what am I going to do with this creature beside me?" A second, stronger inner voice simply replied "whatever you want to."

I turned to look at the woman sitting next to me; she was half-curled into the seat, trying to sleep for the short trip to the Holiday Inn. Her new sundress was slightly wrinkled from their last escapade in the mall ride, her posture making it wrinkle a little worse. Her legs were tucked up to her chest and her ass was cocked just enough in the seat to show just the barest hint of her red, swollen lips peaking out between her thighs. My mouth watered as he took in that delicious and thoroughly fucked little pussy of hers and my dick twitched over the sight of our cum still coating her crotch and the backs of her thighs with a thin white film. The salty-sweet taste of that hot little box still coated my tongue as well; I savored it as it started to fade from my taste buds.

My eyes drifted off my new companion and back to the road. It was good timing on my part, too; I was starting to drift off into on-coming traffic. I jerked the car quickly to avoid an accident with some high-schooler in a Metro and the motion snapped Chrysta back to consciousness. She yawned a cute little yawn and stretched out in the seat, replacing the view of her tired sex with miles of long tanned leg. Our eyes met after drifting lazily up each other's body, both of us still in an eye-glazed state of euphoria after the day of sex with a complete stranger.

"Didn't mean to be sleeping," she said quietly and blushed a little. "Must have wore me out," she added and bit her lower lip. Chrysta sat back in her seat and pulled her dress down into place, smoothing it over the tops of her thighs and stomach. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were still rock hard and were working with the lithe body under that sundress to do their best imitation of tents. I laughed a little bit and stole my gaze from her back to the road. A light on the dash pulled my eyes down to the instrument panel and I saw my "low fuel" light on.

"I'd better get some gas before we go out tonight," I said apprehensively. I wanted to get back to the hotel and take a nap; all the sex for the day was more than taking its toll on me.

"We're still going out?" Chrysta said excitedly. She bounced up in the seat, sitting a little straighter. She smoothed her dress down over her tummy and lap and frowned. "But, Jim..." she started. I raised my hand and cut her off.

"No buts. We can have your dress laundered at the hotel and it'll be ready to go. Maybe we can take a nap in the mean time...I think we wore each other out," I said patiently, ending with a grin.

"Mmmm, not me. My little pussy's sore, but I could sure go for feeling more cum in it," she said, her fading nipples springing back to life. I shook my head and sighed happily. "I was happy you came in the valet at the hotel, but I so much rather would have loved to feel you cuming in this," she added, arching her ass up off the seat and pulling her sundress up past her waist. It looked like she was wearing a t-shirt by the time she was done. She spread her legs, her cum-matted tuft of red fur split by the top of her pussy lips, spread open and ready. The smell of spent cum and hot juicy cunt filled the car even stronger than it was before.

"You should have told me. My first load wouldn't have been on your face then," I said, my dick stretching in my pants. 

"Oooh, but Jim," she said, sulking in the seat next to me, her hands tickling her thighs. "I only did what you told me. I am yours, after all," she said, those beautiful eyes staring into mine and her lower lip sucking in to be bitten by those perfect teeth again. I tore my gaze from her once again as we approached the gas station. It was fairly busy there today; I looked quickly and didn't see any kids present, and I was extremely happy that they had a full-service pump. 

Chrysta started to close her legs but I stopped her, putting my hand on her knee. She looked at me in surprise and then her face turned to a devilish, sexy little grin. 

"Keep those legs open, I want you to tease every man who comes to the window. If they take their dick out, make them cum in your pussy," I said, my hand running down to stroke her abused pussy lips, carefully avoiding her clit and the entrance to her cunt.

"But Jim," Chrysta moaned under my tease. "What if they want to cum other places?" she asked, batting her eyes and pushing her tits up so her pert nipples were hidden but her tempting areolas were visible.

"I said in your pussy. If your little cunt is hungry for cum, then you'll have it," I said, pulling the car into the full-service pump station. I parked the car and got out, looking back to see Chrysta rolling the window down. I watched for a brief second before walking to the station to pay and get a soda and my eyes were treated to the pleasure of watching her maul her tits through her dress with one hand and watched her softly strum the expanse of her pussy with the other, raking her nails down it softly, making herself shiver. She looked up, her eyes burning into mine for an instant before I smiled and walked into the store.

While there, I used the bathroom, cleaned myself up a bit, and looked around through all the knick-knack touristy crap that they were trying to sell. I checked the clock and I'd been in there almost 15 minutes. The place was dead for the moment so I walked to the counter.

"I need to pay for this and the fuel at the full-service pump," I said flatly. The girl working behind the counter turned red instantly and she looked around nervously. 

"Um, the full-service pump?" she asked nervously, her voice cracking slightly. She rang my soda through and started pushing buttons on her register. Her eyes shot up to something behind a large sign over the counter. I could only guess that it was a security monitor. "The...uh....technician is just finishing now," she said, a light sweat breaking out on her face. It was just too damn funny and I had to try not to laugh. She rang me up and I paid and got out of there. A kid in the station's uniform shirt was moving away from the vehicle, trying to not look at me and acting very conspicuous. Chrysta had her door open and her legs spread, a huge glob of cum drooling out of her freshly-fucked pussy, down her ass, and soaking into what looked like a lake on the seat. As I got closer I saw that it was actually running down the seat as well and was soaking into the carpet.

"Hi, Jim!" Chrysta said, beaming. She closed her legs and swung them in the car, shutting the door just as I made it around the pumps.

"Holy shit, you really did get the full service pump, didn't you!" I said, looking at the wet mess of her sloppy cunt. She laughed a little as we pulled away, slapping her pussy, splattering cum in a spray.

"You better believe it," she moaned, closing her legs. I looked her over from top to bottom and sighed, my cock rock hard in my pants. Between the day of fucking and the tight material, it was getting really cramped in there and I couldn't wait to release it. "I'll tell you all about it when we get to the room," she said, kissing me softly on the cheek. The kiss gave me warm feeling, the impending story gave me a twitching throbbing cock.

Chrysta noticed it jumping at her and started stroking it softly through my pants. I sighed happily and we pulled into the hotel, leaving the car at the valet parking station again. I really did wonder if I was going to get to see the Indian girl again tonight or if she was just jerking us around.

"First thing's first," I said after I opened her door for her. She gave me her hand and I listened to the seat squish as she stood up from it. Huge gobs of cum rolled out of her and down her legs. 

"Ohhh, I love that feeling," she sighed. "Do you know how hard I had to try to not cum when those guys were fucking me? I didn't want to squeeze a single drop out. I love the feeling of hot cum in me, Jim," she said as we walked into the lobby. Several faces turned our direction and turned away in disgust or simply stared in disbelief as we walked past. The desk clerk was at full attention, taking in the sight of the lovely creature before him, covered in what looked like donut glaze from the waist down.

"Do you have a laundry service here?" I asked. The clerk nodded, trying to keep his eyes focused on me. "Good. We need this dress laundered for tonight, and the sooner you can get it up to our room, the better. Room 614. Got that?" 

The attendant nodded in compliance. I looked at Chrysta and she began to untie her dress in the back and with that done quickly and unceremoniously, she pulled her dress up and off.

Time stopped. Here was a hitch hiker that I picked up this morning. I was tired, she was tired, so we got a hotel and we established who's in charge. She stripped for me, sucked me off, and I shot my load all over her face and tits. She got my cum licked off her by the valet girl, her pussy eaten and finger fucked and she watched me impale the valet and cum in her while she was talking about eating her own mother's pussy. We went to the mall for some clothes for dinner tonight. She was extremely dirty and slutty and we fucked inside a kid's ride, completely sealed off from the outside world, if only for a few minutes. We got gas, and she had I didn't know how much cum in her, leaking down her legs, from how many guys besides the load coating her thighs from the ride in the mall.

Which brings us back to the present. We're in the lobby of a holiday in. People are around, walking in from meetings, walking out to God only knows where, walking to their rooms after having just checked in. This beautiful, sexy, dirty, slutty, submissive, teasing, sensuous redheaded, cum-coated, sore-pussied, tanned, toned, and stacked creature just took the only stitch of clothing off. Her thighs were spread and cum was almost to the dripping point as large globs ran along her slit. Her thighs were sticky with the stuff, strings of her juice and the huge loads of spunk she'd accepted at the gas station were forming a spider-web of cum just under her cunt.

I was speechless. The clerk was speechless. Chrysta handed the man her dress and he took it, not caring that he just got a handful of cum from the bottom hem. Chrysta kissed me on the cheek and it was then that I realized I was staring open mouthed, too. She walked away toward the elevator, her thighs closed again, rubbing on each other as that sexy ass swung, trying to keep from dripping on the carpet. I followed after a few steps, preferring to follow the delectable view in front of me.

We walked past a couple that looked like newly weds, the husband's mouth was open, his eyes glued to her pussy as she walked toward him and her ass as she walked away. The woman was staring too, her gaze drifting back and forth between my naked cum-drenched toy and her husband. I walked past and nodded to them, trying not to laugh. Chrysta and I made it to the elevator with her waiting after pushing the button and I trying to not laugh. We made it inside the glass elevator and just as the doors closed we heard the wife slap her new husband.

"I can't believe you did that," I said, staring at her. Another thick roll of cum issued forth from her pussy and she shivered with the feel of it. Her nipples were hard as iron pokers and she was blushing from head to toe.

"Neither can I! What did you do to me, Jim? I wasn't like this when I woke up and started walking this morning," she purred. Her hands started massaging her aching nipples, putting on a show for everyone in the glass elevator. Every set of eyes that saw us froze, not breaking their image until we were safely inside the room.

"Drink it," I said, motioning to her still-leaking pussy. I grabbed a glass from the sink and handed it to her. "Drink it all. I want to see every drop from your thighs and from inside your dirty little pussy in that glass," I said. She sat on the arm of the couch, a demure grin on her face. Her legs slowly spread, exposing and opening her jizz slicked thighs. She ran a finger at a time from her knee to her crotch, careful not to touch her red swollen pussy, saving that for last.

Each thigh took five passes, first one down the left, then the right, then the left, until all of it had been scraped up. She wiped her finger on the edge of the tumbler and when she was done, she slowly sucked her finger in her mouth, sucking it like a cock. She pulled it out each time with a pop, sometimes darting her tongue over its tip before it returned to its task. When she was done with that there was a thick dollop in the glass, probably half of a shot glass worth.

Her fingers went to her now trembling quim and did the same thing, this time taking a finger tip at a time, making circles around her quivering mound. Each time she passed her pussy, her ass would leak a little more of my cum from the mall, each time, she'd scoop that up and put that in the cup, too. After all that tantalizing flesh was cleaned up, she pushed the cum out of her fiery bush down onto the top of her pussy.

The glass went under her, resting against the twin globes of her tight ass. Her other hand opened her pink core up, the sound hitting my ears in the room, breaking the silence. The sloppiness of that cunt is still beyond me. Only in gangbang movies had I seen a pussy that covered in fresh jizz. I felt my dick throb heavily, wanting desperately to feel that tight velvet glove around it again. My pants came off and my rod swung out in front of me, all nine-inches red from fucking all day, but every inch was anxious to go again. Chrysta's stomach rippled and she licked her lips when she saw it come out for her. Her inner muscles contracted at the same time and a huge roll of cum came out of her, doubling what was in the glass before.

She started to rub her lips in little circles, wiping the white spunk off her ruby red pussy. She'd twitch delightfully every time she accidentally bumped her clit, a little extra squirt shooting into the glass from her now constantly drooling pussy.

"Jim, I need to...." she started to pant, her hips bucking involuntarily, trying to get her fingers to contact her little clit. "I have to..." she moaned out again. "Can I?" she begged a breath later.

"Cum for me," I said, my hand stroking my cock very slowly. Her eyes were locked on my fingers gently grasping my shaft, slowly rising and falling. Her glazed eyes rolled shut and her finger moved to her clit. Chrysta's whole body shook with the orgasm that rocked her. For a second I thought she was going to drop the glass, but she managed to hold it in place as her body jerked and spasmed.

Her fingers were a blur, her pussy was actually squirting cum into the glass. Most of it was hers, but the last of the day's worth of sex came out of her pussy and loaded more sticky fluid into the glass. It made me want to cum just watching it, but I held out. I wanted to fuck her once more tonight, but I knew I'd have to wait for a 4th load for the day.

Chrysta started calming down on the couch, her pussy still pushing little squirts of cum out into the glass. Her fingers left her bright red clit and pussy and she held her self up on the arm of the couch, leaning back onto her free hand. When her pussy stopped convulsing a few seconds later, she brought the glass up and rested it on a trembling thigh.

"Ooooh, I've wanted to do that since we got out of the ride at the mall. I wanted to have your cock back in me sooo bad, Jim," she crooned out, her tired eyes opening slightly. Her little pink tongue licked her lips. She held up the glass of cum and giggled. Between her creaming cunt and the spunk from the gas station, the thing was almost full. Not all of it made it into the glass though, and I could see that her hand was slick and shiny from some that either splashed out or just missed the glass completely.

"Oops," she giggled. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she lapped the jizz up like a cat, moaning softly and damn near purring as she cleaned her hand and the side of the glass. It took her a while to get all the cum off and my dick was throbbing and jumping in my hand, trying like hell to add to it. If I'd have had any left in me, I probably would have.

"That's a lot of cum, Chrysta, how many guys did you fuck?" I said, in partial disbelief.

"Ummm, three. There was the full service guy, and believe me, I got the full service! He tried so hard to make me cum, and I tried so hard not to! Oooh, Jim, he was sooo good," Chrysta started. She sat up on the arm of the chair and idly started stroking her breasts, starting with the rounded globe of flesh, completely ignoring the nipple. I had to stop stroking my dick. Between listening to her tell this story, watching her keep playing with herself, and the show that I just got, I'd have been done for the rest of the night.

"He was soooo good with everything, Jim. His cock wasn't as long as yours, but it was a little thicker. It wasn't better, but it was different, and I liked it! I squeezed and milked his hard dick with my cunt until he shot his cum all over inside me. That was the biggest load, Jim," Chrysta said, her hands not pinching her nipples alternately. Her tongue came out to lick her lips and her body quivered.

"I didn't know how long you'd be gone, so I asked him if there were any more co-workers that wanted to cum in my well-fucked pussy. I told them that I was being allowed to get as much as I wanted until you came back out of the store. He said he might be able to find someone, and he shot his load into my slutty pussy. It was a big load, too, Jim. Just feeling all of that hot white cum shooting into me made me feel dirtier and slutier, but I loved it!"

My dick was raging, my blood was pumping, and I was excited as hell. I could picture her, one leg spread through the open window of the open car door, the other braced against the gas pump, baring her well-fucked pussy to the world, enjoying the soft summer breeze caressing her cunt as the sun warmed it while some guy was pumping shot after shot into her pussy. What's more, she was asking for more! I never wanted to fuck her that bad at that moment as I did right then.

However, it was right then that there was a knock on the door. I motioned for Chrysta to get it, and she paused her story, almost jumping up, her firm tits jiggling deliciously. She stood at the door, hips cocked, her glass of cum raised like a martini, and the door opened. Not surprisingly, it was our little bellhop from before. She saw Chrysta and her eyes lit up and then smoldered into glazed lust. There was silence between the two as they stood there, their eyes slowly drinking in every inch of each other's bodies.




Moving Day Ch. 04



"Are you going to invite our guest in, or are you going to stand there?" I asked, my dick hopping for attention, the tip bouncing lewdly.

"Won't you come in?" Chrysta said demurely.

I believe I will, thank you," the bellhop said and curtseyed, her skirt lifting up high enough to show us her bare silken snatch, still wet with her juice, a little drop of my cum dangling tantalizingly from her darker brown outer lips.

"Why thank you, don't mind if I do," she said, setting the keys down on the table beside me. Her hand went to stroking my cock and she started kissing and nibbling my neck. "I can still feel you inside me. I've been working all day feeling your cum slosh in my pussy and I absolutely....love it. It makes me feel sooooo dirty," she said, her hand slowly and softly working my rod. Her fingers teased the tip, caressing the ridge of it's head, and softly stroking the softer, more sensitive skin before making the long trip back down to the cum-matted pubic hair at its root.

"You like feeling dirty, don't you," I hissed back. She moaned a response against my ear while sucking and nibbling on it.

"So does Chrysta. You know what's in that glass, she's holding?" I asked. The bellhop turned to look at her, but still maintained her hand job. 

"It's an entire glass of cum," Chrysta said, licking the top, the tip of her long tongue darting into it and dragging some of it in her mouth. She savored the taste of the combined juices of 3 total strangers, my cum, and her own before swallowing it slowly. The bellhop shuddered.

"Jim let me fuck 3 other men, just so I could have this much jizz in my sore little pussy," Chrysta said, lifting a leg and putting it on the arm of the couch she had just masturbated from. Her free hand spread her pussy lips and she pushed her cunt toward the Indian girl stroking my pole. "See how abused she is? She's soooo sore right now, but it feels so good. So did all of this inside of her," Chrysta said, swirling the cum in the glass, mixing it better to a milky consistency.

"As a matter of fact, why don't you kiss her and make her better. Poor little pussy. Chrysta enjoyed so much what you did to her before, she talked all the way to the mall about your tongue in her hot red bushed box that it made me fuck her right there in the mall. She bought a new dress and it stayed new for almost 15 minutes before it was soaked. I don't know how I came up with another load after shooting this one into you," I said, my hand stroking the soft flesh beside her pussy lips, my finger teasing along the silken ridge of them as I said my last sentence. She quivered and moaned, her whole body trembling.

"You want to feel as dirty as Chrysta? You want to drink the cum from your dirty, slutty, cunt?" I hissed, my lips locked on her neck. She was watching Chrysta's hand softly, slowly, gently manipulate her abused box. The bell hop only moaned in response and barely managed a nod.

"I have a better idea, Jim," Chrysta said, her eyes looking like they were trying to burn a hole straight through the bell hop's cunt. I could feel her heating up even more than before and I knew she was getting close to cuming and loosing my load resting just inside the pussy lips that I was so softly teasing. I nodded to Chrysta, her lips twisted into an evil smile, her teeth just barely visible. She walked up to the bellhop and started mauling her tits through the polo shirt she was wearing and started biting lightly on her neck.

"I don't think this cum is staying warm in the glass. There's nothing quite like hot cum in your mouth, don't you agree?" Chrysta said, pulling the girl's nipples through her shirt. Much to my surprise, it looked like she was trying like hell to not cum, but her body was trying to ball up under our ministrations. I kept stroking along side her pussy, teasing her upper thighs and occasionally wiping a finger down her engorged pussy lips, careful not to open them, wiping the dew dripping from her honey pot up her shaved snatch until I teased back down again. The girl moaned loudly.

"Then get out to the balcony and strip," Chrysta said. She pinched both nipples hard in quick succession and the girl about fell down. I stopped playing with her pussy and she pulled away from us, her legs shaking so badly she could hardly walk. Chrysta walked past me, kissing me lightly on the cheek and giggling. 

"Thank you," she said and kissed my lips softly. I sat there for a second, happy and warm, and horny as fuck before getting up.

By the time I got out there, the bell hop had already stripped, her amazing native body had an all-over tan that even for her couldn't have been achieved without tanning naked. Chrysta was out there and she drug a chair from the bed room out to the balcony. 

I went out there, shucking clothes as I went. The fresh air, the sunshine, and the total exposure of a 6th story window facing the interstate was exhilarating. I could only imagine that Chrysta and the maid felt the same.

"Now then, you won't be needing these for a while," Chrysta said and dumped the girl's clothes over the edge of the balcony. She watched in an excited dismay as they fluttered under gravity's grasp to right down at the canopy over the front door. Everyone walking in and out would see them, and probably look up. That in and of itself made me want to fuck these two silly, bending them over the railing.

Chrysta moved the chair around so the seat was toward the room. "Put your legs up over this and put your head on the ground," she said, taking the seat cushion out and giving the bellhop something to lie on. The bellhop followed orders without question, playing with her tits in the bright sun light. She braced herself against the railing with her hands and her pussy was facing Chrysta and I, opening slightly in the sunshine as she spread her legs to either side of the chair.

"Jim, can you do me a favor," Chrysta asked demurely, swirling the glass. She didn't need to even tell me what the favor was; I reached down to the Indian pussy in front of us and massaged my fingers inside, making the girl moan and twitch. I found her sloppy entrance and pushed two fingers inside, one from each hand and I stretched her pussy open as far as I could without hurting the poor girl. "Thanks, Jim," Chrysta said and placed a kiss on the tip of my cock. It bounced from the attention and she giggled before turning her gaze to the magnificent pussy before us.

The rim of the glass rested on the girl's clit as Chrysta started to pour the cum in the girl's melting snatch. She was getting wetter by the second, and not just from the 6 ounces of cum that got poured into her. The bell hop started moaning and we could both see and feel her pussy starting to flex as a little orgasm hit her. Chrysta stopped pouring for a moment and licked up the cum that was starting to rise out of her. Chrysta's tongue started well ahead of the flow, giving her little Indian clit a quick lick before stemming off the flow.

I could hear Chrysta moan delightfully as she sucked the jizz from its new home. The more she moaned, the more the Indian came, the more cum started welling out of her, the muscles of her pussy clenching around her liquid invader. It didn't take long for Chrysta to move around so she was squatting over the girl's face, her swollen red cunt just millimeters from the girl's nose.

I heard the soft smacks of kisses on Chrysta's abused flesh and she shivered as waves of goose bumps broke out along her back, the hair on her arms standing up with the renewed attention on her pussy. I stood there, watching all of this, unable to join in except to stroke my own dick. 

Chrysta started pouring the last of the cum into the Indian, watching the last of its gooey contents slide into the wanton pussy before her. The splashing of the new liquid set the Indian off again, her pussy trying to grind down on something, anything, and only managing to squeeze more liquid out. Chrysta was moaning periodically under the skillful tongue snaking into it. I could hear the wet sounds of her cunt making more of its juice, and I was amazed that she hadn't run out yet.

The sounds of cars honking on the interstate drew my attention away from the two vixens eating each other on the balcony. I looked toward the interstate and saw that there were two cars that had pulled over and several more that were waving and honking at us as the drove by. I could barely make out what looked like a video camera in one person's hand, the zoom no doubt in as far as it could go, recording the 69 of the pale redhead and the bronze-skinned Indian.

My cock was bouncing on its own, needing to cum again, and wanting very badly to do so. Chrysta saw it waving in front of her and started to slowly jack it off as she continued to sloppily eat the bellhop's pussy. I watched her lick and suck all the cum off her that she could and then she stopped, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Jim, there's still more inside, but I can't get it out. I don't think her little pussy can squeeze anymore," she pouted. The Indian moaned against Chrysta's cunt and they both shivered. I looked over and I saw Chrysta's fingers gently rubbing the engorged clit in front of her in slow, small circles. I also saw the Indian's puckered ass clenching and unclenching in time with the circles on her clit.

"I think I know how to get the rest out," I said. "But my dick has to be a little more slippery. Think you can manage that?" I asked, stroking Chrysta's face and holding her chin, looking deeply into her blue eyes. They sparkled and then glazed over again as her body shook with a little orgasm. Those twin pools of lust closed and she plunged her mouth over my cock, moaning loudly around it, coating it in her saliva.

Her mouth dove down around my cock and I could feel it getting wetter and wetter. It was shining in the sunshine and I made sure that who ever was video taping this was getting a good shot. There was none of the erotic tongue work of her previous blow job, this was just getting me as wet as possible, slamming my rod down her throat and giving me a spit bath. After a minute she clamped her lips down around my dick and let loose a scream and began to shake.

"Quit hogging the cock," the bellhop's voice broke as the scream ended. She evidently dove right back into Chrysta's drooling pussy; the wet smacking sounds of tongue on cunt resuming in time with a full body shiver from Chrysta.

She let my prick go, the whole thing slapping wetly against my abdomen as it popped free from her lips. I walked around to the other side of the chair and positioned myself at her back door, almost ready to push in and Chrysta looked up at me.

"Jim, may I drink your cum?" she asked, the puppy dog look returning to her eyes. 

"Yes you may, Chrysta," I said and pushed my head into the bellhop's ass. Her little brown ring gave in easily, her ass contracting and relaxing around my dick tighter than Chrysta's did at the mall. I felt myself shudder as I buried myself balls-deep in the slutty little Indian's ass. I moaned with the sensations as I fought to keep my knees under me. The Indian moaned and almost screamed into Chrysta's pussy and Chrysta let loose another long scream of passion. She caught her breath and kept moaning, her mouth returning to the bellhop's clit, standing at its fullest attention.

I slowly pumped in and out of her ass, a little push of cum rising from the well-eaten pussy, right onto the Indian's clit, where it was immediately eaten, sucked, nibbled, and licked from her pink gash. She was moaning and mewing into Chrysta's pussy, Chrysta was jumping with each moan, struggling to maintain contact on the delicious pussy in front of her as she was moaning herself.

"Chrysta, get ready," I said after a few more pumps. The work of both girls earlier combined with the sight of everything that was going on had me worked up. That, and the fact that the video would probably make it to the internet this very night had my dick twitching and throbbing even more than normal. I pulled out of the Indian's tight ass with an audible pop and I aimed my pulsing dick at the pink snatch. Three thick ropes of cum shot out, a fourth dribbled cum on that pink pie. Chrysta let me see my spunk bathe the expanse of velvety pink flesh before slowly taking her time in eating it. The Indian came again and a rush of her own pussy cum washed over her up-turned sex. Chrysta took an equally slow time in devouring that.

By the time my body stopped convulsing and twitching I was vaguely aware of a loud knocking on the front door. Knowing what to expect I was considerate enough to grab a robe before answering it.

A very red-faced and angry looking man was on the other side of the door. His brass name plate identified him as Fred the Manager. Fred had Chrysta's freshly cleaned and dried dress in his hand and thrust it angrily at me.

"Get out. Get the hell out, and I don't want to see your face in my hotel ever again. Just get the fuck out before I call the cops," he said evenly.

I took Chrysta's dress and thanked him for washing it. For a second he forgot his anger and nodded.

"Oh, and before I forget, get that hussy of an employee in here," he demanded. I nodded and came back, dragging the naked Indian in tow. She stood, unashamed in front of her boss, her thighs and mound slick with Chrysta's saliva.

"You're fired," he said flatly. "I'll punch you out. Get the fuck out of her. We'll mail you your last check." 

The door slammed behind him and we were left to ourselves. The girls started giggling after a nervous pause.

"Looks like we're back on the road, Jim," Chrysta said, hugging me.

"You two need a third? I seem to be in the need of a change as well," the bellhop said.

"Can we Jim? Can we keep her?" Chrysta said, jumping up and down like a little kid after finding a new puppy.

"Yeah, I suppose," I said to Chrysta. We packed our things, drove to the Indian's house after discovering her name was April, collected her things, and we hit the highway, never looking back. 



Moving Day Ch. 1



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"Where the hell are the movers?" Andrea muttered to herself as she made what felt like the millionth circuit around her condo, checking to make sure she hadn't forgotten to pack anything. She'd been in DC for 6 years now, first as an undergraduate, then as a graduate student, and she was ready to go! For the most part, the entire experience had been miserable. Born to a family with ties to Kentucky that went back to its original settlement, Andrea went north because her father believed that being schooled in a city like Washington or New York would round her out and make her a more capable manager once he brought her aboard as a director with his company. There was no way she was going to college in New York; just the thought of that city scared her silly. She thought that going to college in Washington would be a lot like going to school in Kentucky. After all, it was right next to Virginia wasn't it?

She soon found out how wrong she'd been. Most of the students were as wealthy as she was, but few were as bright. There was also a large population of kids from other countries who had be sent there to be exposed to American culture. The overweight, bookish little southerner never quite fit in with either group. Her suggestions to go sight seeing were ridiculed by her classmates, and whenever she ventured out on her own she was bothered and bullied by street people. At the end of her first semester, she begged her father to let her transfer to a school back home, or at least to one in Georgia or North Carolina. He refused, but bought her a condo and a car to help ease her pain.

Senior year, with the end to her misery in sight, her father threw her a new curve; he wanted her to attend business school in Washington also. His company was growing overseas, and several schools with excellent international business programs were located there. Again she cried and begged, but in the end, he got his way, and she got a bigger condo and a larger car for her troubles.

Resigned, Andrea threw herself into her studies and exercise. When she wasn't in the library, she was in the gym or outside jogging. She quickly worked her way to the top of her class, and by the middle of her second year, she'd managed to reduce herself from a size 14 to a size 4.

The drastic weight loss came with an unexpected bonus; Andrea's although technically smaller, became much more prominent. Originally a 36C, her bra size now measured an amazing 32E. At 5'3", her tits attracted a lot more attention now then they had when she'd been fat. All her life, her blue eyes had been her best feature; now they were a distant second.

As an undergraduate, she'd developed into a real bitch. With her new looks, her attitude grew even worse. Scarred by the last five years, she wanted nothing to do with anyone on campus, and went out of her way to crucify anyone stupid enough to ask her out on a date.

Unfortunately (for her), the constant exercise made her constantly horny. Still a virgin, sex was a huge mystery to her. She hadn't grown up in a household where you could talk openly with your parents once you felt your first tingle. In fact, the only boy that'd ever kissed her was her senior prom date, and that had been obligatory because she paid for everything.

By the end of her second year of business school, it seemed that all she could think of was sex, or at least what she imagined it would be like. Often, she would wake up in the morning with her pussy damp and sticky, and would dash into the bathroom to take the first of 2 or 3 cold showers that day. Last week Andrea reached a boiling part, and decided give in. Driving 2 hours into Maryland, almost to the Pennsylvania state line, she located a library and quickly flipped through the telephone book until she located the section for adult bookstores. She wrote down the telephone number of the first one she found and called for directions from her car.

Nervous that she might be recognized, Andrea parked three blocks away and, donning sunglasses and a baseball cap, walked quickly to the store. Inside, she removed the sunglasses so she could see in the dim light better. "Can I help you?" a voice asked from above her, causing her to jump. She looked up and saw a grizzled old man staring down at her from behind a counter, his gaze lingering just a little too long over her tits before returning to her face.

"No thank you," she said in a small voice. "I'm just looking." The man shrugged and went back to reading his book, but only after taking one last leer.

She wandered up and down the aisles, amazed at all of the kinks and perversions displayed on the shelves. There were books and movies about every subject imaginable, and more implements than she actually knew what to do with. She stopped in an aisle filled with rubber penises, displayed in a variety of shapes, sizes and colors. She picked up a green one that was as long as her arm with a tip as big as her fist and studied it, examining every ridge and wrinkle. "That's a little big for you, don't you think?"

Andrea let out a shout, whipping her head around in the direction of the voice. It belonged to a smirking redheaded woman dressed in business attire. "It's not for...I mean, I don't need...I wasn't," she stammered as the woman's smirk turned into a genuine smile.

"Relax, honey. I was only kidding," the woman said in soothing voice.

Andrea turned bright red and returned the dildo to the shelf, backing slowly out of the aisle.

"Hey," the woman said, reaching out and pulling her back toward the racks, "I wasn't trying to spoil your fun!"

Andrea tried halfheartedly to pull free. "Ma'am, please leave me be. Don't make a scene; I'm embarrassed enough."

Her protests only made the woman pull more firmly. "I'll bet you've never even seen one before, have you?"

Andrea stared down at her shoes and shook her head. "That's what I thought!"

As Andrea blushed a deep red, the woman laughed out loud. Even the man behind the counter chuckled.

"Let's see," she said, studying the assortment for several minutes before pulling one off a hook. "This ought to do. I keep one like this in my desk for emergencies. It's good for a start, but after a while, I need more," she said, handing a compact white dildo to Andrea that was 6" long and 2" around.

Andrea took it without meeting the woman's eyes. However, the woman's next question made her snap her head up and stare at her in disbelief.

"Have you ever seen anybody use one?" she asked casually.

Andrea couldn't even speak. She just stared at the woman, her mouth agape. The woman sighed and took her by the wrist.

"Come on then," she said. "These things don't really come with an instruction manual."

Still stunned, Andrea mutely let herself be led to the back of the store and a corridor lined with closed doors. The woman studied each of them for a second before finally opening one and going inside, pulling Andrea in after her. She gestured toward stained bench facing a large TV screen.

"OK, now just sit back and watch."

The woman took a seat next to her, leaned forward, and swiped a card in a slot next to the screen. Instantly it sprung to life and quickly filled with naked bodies engaged in a variety of sexual acts. Andrea squirmed in her seat, her crotch getting wet, not sure what this woman expected of her. She looked over and saw that the woman was leaning back,

staring intently at the screen. Her mouth was open, and her breathing mirrored the panting on the screen.

While Andrea continued to watch, the woman began to play with her tits. As the action onscreen heated up, the woman unbuttoned her blouse, opened her bra, and vigorously massaged her tits, squeezing and kneading them, stopping every once in a while to rub her nipples.

Between the action onscreen and the show next to her, Andrea's panties were soaked through. She was so much wetter then she'd ever been as a result of one of her dreams or thoughts. It felt like her center seam was trying to crawl up her pussy, pressing tighter as her pussy lips swelled around it from arousal. She reached down to try to pull it out and shivered as she made contact with her stiffening clit, sending a jolt from her pussy to the pit of her stomach and the tips of her nipples. When the woman next to her hiked up her skirt, Andrea saw that she wasn't wearing stockings or underwear. Her pussy was a shaved bare, a glistening, swollen split between her legs, and her tits were covered with marks from her own hands.

A woman took an enormous cock in her mouth, while the woman next to Andrea humped the air and fumbled around in her purse. By the time she'd located a pink dildo 10" long and three fingers thick, the woman onscreen was on all fours sucking on the cock while getting rammed from behind.

Propping her feet up, the woman next to Andrea used one hand to spread her pussy lips wide while she used the other to work in the head of the plastic shaft. Once it was firmly in place, she used both hands to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy, increasing her pace to match the fucking they were watching. When the woman onscreen collapsed, seized by her orgasm, still impaled on the cock behind her, the woman next to Andrea jammed her dildo all the way in, then started to shake and mumble. By the time she had quieted down, the screen was black. The crotch of Andrea's jeans was actually dripping wet, forming a small puddle under her on the bench. Her nipples felt like they were trying to rip through her shirt, and the slightest movement made her pussy twitch. The woman looked over and smiled.

"Now that's how you use a dildo!" she said as she removed it and placed it back in her purse.

Standing, she buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt down and left. It took Andrea a few minutes to collect her wits and exit the booth. When she got up toward the front, the woman handed her a paper bag and motioned for her to follow her outside.

Climbing into a car parked out front, she said, "I grabbed a few things that I thought you might need. My treat."

Andrea opened the bag and rummaged around as the woman pulled off. Inside, there were two videos, the dildo the woman had picked out for her, a large vibrator, and a few magazines. At the very bottom was a folded piece of white paper. "That was a rush!" it read. "If you live around here, give me a call. I come up here a lot, and I'd like to show you 'other' things, too." It was signed Sharon, with a DC telephone number.

Laughing, Andrea walked back to her car, a mid sized SUV, kicked off her shoes, and climbed in. She loved driving barefoot because it felt erotic; today that feeling was multiplied a hundred times. She couldn't stop thinking about the store. Unconsciously, she began to rub her crotch. After 45 minutes, she was so horny she couldn't see straight, and pulled into the first Travelers' Aid station she could find. Thankfully, it was one of the unmanned ones that consisted of a few parking spaces and a restroom. Grabbing the dildo out of the bag, she hopped out and ran to the Ladies' Room.

The stall doors had been removed as a safety precaution, so she could see that she was alone. She hurried to the last stall and stripped down, dropping her clothes in a pile in front of her. Her nipples got even harder as the cool air hit them, and she moaned softly. Ripping the dildo from the packaging, and sat down hard on the toilet and teased her nipples with the tip. She trembled as strong sensations overpowered her, traveling from her tits to all the way down to her pussy. Involuntarily, she opened and closed her legs rapidly. Slowly she moved the dildo down her stomach, pressing it firmly against her clit; she screamed, unprepared for the intense feeling of pleasure it caused. Carefully, she teased it again, softer this time but gradually increasing the pressure, until she was moaning in short gasps.

She closed her eyes and spread her pussy lips the way she saw the woman do earlier that afternoon. Sliding the tip of the dildo into her pussy, she was surprised when it met resistance just past the entrance. She pushed a little harder, but still couldn't move it any further. Agitated, she scooted forward, bracing her feet against the front of the stall, and slid it in and out frantically. One thrust finally pushed deeper, accompanied immediately with a sharp pain unlike she'd ever felt before. She squeezed her eyes tight as the room began to spin, the pain a dull ache deep in her groin, afraid to continue her movements.

When it subsided, she gingerly eased the dildo out and examined it, dropping her legs to the ground. Alarmed, she noticed that it was coated with a thin reddish sheen. Her eyes widened in panic.

"Don't worry. That just means you popped your cherry."

For the third time that day, an unexpected voice startled her. She jumped up off the toilet, letting the dildo fall to the floor, very aware that she was standing there naked in a deserted bathroom by the side of the road. A man approached her from across the room where he'd been perched on a sink, quietly watching her work herself into a frenzy. She tried to bend down and pick up her clothes, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and raised her back up.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

"P-p-p-icking up m-m-m-my clothes," she stuttered.

The man shook his head. "Uh, uh. Wrong answer," he said, pressing down on her shoulders until she sat back on the toilet.

She started to tremble again, only this time it wasn't caused by arousal.

"I think I'm hurt. I'm bleeding inside," she said, looking up fearfully.

The man nodded. "That's normal your first time. It will get better, believe me. Now pick up your toy and continue what you were doing. You'll forget all about the pain."

She just sat there, trying to control the shaking.

"Look, it's you're choice. Either you pick it up, or I will," he said calmly, but the menace in his voice was obvious. "Only there's no telling what I might do with it," he added.

"But what if someone comes in?" she asked, wishing it true.

He smiled. "I doubt it. The door is locked from the inside, and I hung an 'Out of Order' sign on it. I'm afraid for the rest of the afternoon, it's just you and me."

Scared out of her mind, she bit down on her lower lip and began to rub the dildo over her clit. She closed her eyes and thought about the movie she'd seen, trying to forget the man standing there watching her. Soon, her clit hardened, and it wasn't long before it was throbbing again. Raising her legs back up against the front of the stall, she tentatively pushed the tip of the dildo back in her pussy, bracing herself for the pain she'd felt before. It slid deep the first time, and she noticed that the pain wasn't as bad as she remembered. She paused, letting it pass, then pumped slowly as it receded until she was able to slide the whole 6" in without any discomfort.

She didn't know the man was standing between her legs until she felt his hands on her legs. Opening her eyes, she came face to crotch with her first real cock. It was thicker than the fake one in her hand, but about the same length. "Put your legs on the ground," the man said, pressing down on her knees. She planted her feet on either side of the toilet, which forced her to lean forward into his crotch.

"Don't just sit there, stupid. Suck it!" he hissed. Instinctively, she stuck her tongue out and teased the head, drawing long, slow lines along the shaft. He rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock in her face. When she sensed he was getting frustrated, she reached up and took the head in her mouth. Again going on instinct, she sucked hard on the head, making it swell larger in her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he grunted.

She worked it into her mouth, sucking a little more in, until it hit the back of her throat. Then she started pistoning her head, sucking hard the whole way and creating the tightest pussy he'd ever felt. Reaching down, he grabbed her head to hold it still, which allowed him to stuff more of his cock in her mouth. She started to cough.

"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose."

It took her a few minutes to get the rhythm right, but eventually she could take him down her throat without choking. With him holding her by her head, her hands were free to resume playing with the dildo. Sitting in this position, the shaft rubbed roughly against her clit when she pulled it out, which made her pussy wet and slippery, helping the dildo slide in deeper and faster. She was moaning in short bursts now, which caused the cock in her mouth to vibrate, and the man to started to moan also. Excited, she pumped the dildo faster and sucked harder on his cock.

About this time she felt a weird feeling building in the pit of her stomach, radiating out and making her more sensitive by the minute. Every time the dildo brushed her clit, the feeling spread a little farther and grew a little stronger. Her nipples felt like they would explode, and her moans were now a low steady hum.

Without any warning her breath hitched deep in her chest and she sucked the man's cock all the way in up to the base. Simultaneously, she felt a rush of heat spread through her pussy, her tits, her ass, all over. She must have sucked real hard, because the cock in her mouth suddenly erupted, spraying stream after stream of cum into her mouth, filling it, spilling down her throat, dribbling over her chin. With a final thrust she buried the dildo all the way in her pussy, and tried to hold still as she rode the crest of her first orgasm. Her clit was so sensitive at this point that when it brushed the dildo this last time her legs buckled and she fell forward, forcing the softening cock deeper in her mouth. When he'd stopped pumping cum, the man leaned her back against the toilet as removed his cock from her mouth. Still in a daze, she never even heard him him leave the bathroom.

When her strength returned, she scooped her clothes and ran to the car. She was short enough that most people couldn't see that she was naked as she drove home, but the thought that they might was enough to fuel her fantasies for the rest of the ride. Occasionally a truck would pull alongside her and stare down, and she would play with her nipples or tease her pussy for them. By the time she got home, she was raging horny again, and spent the night fucking herself with the dildo all over the house, even venturing out onto her balcony around 8pm to give anyone working late in the office building across the street an unexpected treat. She came 5 times that night, each one was as intense as the first. Since then, she'd replaced her 2 to 3 cold showers a day with 2 to 3 sessions with the dildo. Part of the reason she was so pissed that the movers were late was because it had been more than 8 hours since she'd last masturbated, the longest she'd gone since her visit to the store last week, and she was starting to go out of her mind.




Moving Day Ch. 1



It was late August last year in Dallas, Texas. My family and I were finally moving to a bigger house. My husband Frank had made partner at his law firm and was being relocated to Houston. We had spent the last few days getting things loaded up and putting the finishing touches on the packing. The moving company had packed up all of the large items and they were already loaded on the truck. 

We were putting the last few breakable items and perishables in the Suburban when the truck driver showed up. When he walked in the room he definitely got my attention.

This boy couldn’t have been a day over 18. The ink on his trucker’s license was probably still wet. He introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was a very attractive boy, about 5’10 dark curly hair, green eyes and from what I could tell very built. He had on a tight white t-shirt, faded tight Levis and a pair of working boots. His arms were ripped, his ass looked hard and I could see the outline of a washboard stomach under his white t-shirt.

I could feel myself blushing as I caught myself giving him the once-over as Frank introduced us.

 “Andrea, I would like you to meet Dirk. Dirk will be driving the truck to the new house for us.” my husband said.

 “Nice to meet you Ma’am.” replied Dirk with a slow southern drawl. I caught Dirk glancing down at my cleavage as he shook my hand.

 “Very nice to meet you Dirk.” I smiled. He was extremely confident, even cocky. 

Let me give you a little background before you prejudge me and call me a slut. Frank is not a bad husband, per se but he’s not the greatest one either. He’s not a terribly handsome man; he’s not all that great in bed, and he’s never home. 

My mother has told me for years she thinks I settled when I married Frank, and I’m starting to think she’s right. Frank was the wrong guy at the right time. His parents had money and he was going to law school so I knew someday he would be in a position to take care of me. I’m not saying I married for money, after all I do love Frank, but there’s nothing wrong with a girl wanting to be taken care of. 

I guess I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Andrea Reinhart and I’m a 36 year-old housewife and mother of two beautiful girls. I’m about 5’6 118 lbs. I have very long straight blonde hair (half-way down my back), green eyes and a pretty nice body if I do say so myself. I have 36C breasts, which are large for my frame.  I work out almost religiously. Other than the fact that I have a few stretch marks from my pregnancy and a few more wrinkles around the eyes, I look as good as I did in college 14 years ago. I even do a little modeling from time to time for local publications.

Frank and I decided we were going to leave at 10:00 AM to get on the road and beat the rush hour traffic to the new house. That gave me a little time to get cleaned up since it was only 8:30. I ran upstairs and took a long hot shower. Originally I was planning on wearing an old pair of sweats so I would be comfortable for the drive to Houston, but I changed my mind and decided I was going to dress up a little, to see if I could get a little more attention from our teenage truck driver. 

I searched in one of the unpacked boxes for one of my low cut summer dresses. Near the bottom of a box I found one of my sexiest dresses. 

Ironically it’s the dress Frank bought me on our 10th wedding anniversary in Barbados a few years ago. It’s an emerald green lightweight cotton sundress that’s cut quite low on top. It has a V cut shape to it, which accentuates my curves nicely. The top presses my breasts together making them almost touch, causing them to appear even larger than they are. The middle of the dress has a tendency to hug my hips beautifully, while the bottom of the dress only comes up about halfway on my thigh. I put on a pair of black, silk, thong panties and a pair of sexy open toe high-heeled sandals that accentuated my outfit perfectly.

I gracefully glided downstairs to the kitchen and saw Dirk having a coke from the ice chest. When he looked up his eyes almost popped out of his head. He was clearly very interested in what he saw before him. He started turning beat red and almost instantly started to produce a bulge in his jeans. “I’m going to have some fun with this boy,” I thought. I asked Dirk if he would help me with a box.

While we were bending down to pick it up, I made sure I pressed my tanned breasts together with my arms, causing my tits to practically fall out of my thin lace bra. 

I was imagining his cock pressing up against his jeans begging to be free. Images of what his prick must look like, stuffed in his denim jeans like a kielbasa in a plastic bag.

 Dirk and I loaded up a couple of boxes into the suburban. For the next 10 minutes we engaged in idle conversation and innocent flirting. I made sure every chance I had I would show him my stuff.

I would bend over to pick something up just as he was walking in the room. One time I did it so close to the entrance to the door, he was forced to brush up against my ass with his crotch.  This boy was packing let me tell you. It had been over a month since Frank and I had made love and it instantly made my juices begin to flow.

My husband finally came in from the back yard and saw me standing in the kitchen. He said “Wow, honey. Are you sure you should be wearing that around the kids and Dirk?” 

“I know sweetie, it is a little revealing, I admit” I innocently replied. “Unfortunately I packed up everything else but my bikini, and I sure can’t wear that can I?” I lied.

“No honey, I guess not. Maybe we should stop on the way out of town and buy you a pair of sweats or something.” Frank commented.

“Don’t be silly Frank, let’s just finish loading up the car and be on our way.”

“Well… all right honey I guess I am being a bit silly,” he responded.

We finished loading up the suburban and started packing the kids in the car.

“Come on girls, let’s get moving.” “Don’t you want to get to Houston in time to sleep in our new house tonight?” I said. “Yes mom, we’re coming.” Giggled the girls as they started piling into the suburban.

 My husband is an intelligent man but he seriously lacks common sense. I can get away with almost anything without him being even slightly aware of what’s going on.

“Frank, honey shouldn’t one of us ride in the truck with Dirk, just in case we get separated or something?” I asked with my sweetest voice.

“Well baby, I suppose I hadn’t thought about that.” “I suppose it makes sense. Who should it be?” “You hate driving the suburban.” Frank replied.

“I know sweetie, but do you think I’d be alright in the truck with Dirk?” I asked with a feigned concern in my voice.

“Oh, I’m sure it will be fine honey he’s just a boy.” “But he is a good driver, and he was the top in his class at the truck driving school.” “At least that’s what Mr. Hendricks the owner told me.” “I’ve been doing business with Joe Hendricks for years, I trust his judgment.” “Remember I worked that wrongful death suit for his company back in 98?” Frank asked.

“Of course, sweetie I remember.” “Well, if you think it will be ok.” I replied.

“Of course it will be fine honey, besides we have our cell phones, so if anything happens, we get separated or whatever we can just call each other right up.” Frank reassured me.

20 minutes later we were on highway 45 on our way down to Houston. I had never been in a big truck before and I thought it was pretty neat being that high up off the ground.

Dirk and I made small talk for the first 30 minutes or so along the highway. I couldn’t believe how manly he looked driving this big rig down the highway, his ripped biceps shifting gears and wrestling that big steering wheel. I’ll admit I was starting to get a little turned on.

Frank called me twice in the first hour to make sure everything was ok. I reassured him that everything was just fine and that it was fun riding in the big truck. Admittedly the big truck wasn’t the only thing I planned on riding before the day was through.

I spent the next hour teasing Dirk in every possible way I knew how. I would cross my legs, letting him see my high heels and my short sundress riding halfway up my thighs. I would slowly brush my long blonde hair, gently parting it.  I then put my hair up in a ponytail so it would interfere with what was coming later. After a few moments I flipped the vanity mirror down and slowly applied my lipstick.

I could see Dirk trying to watch me out of the corner of his eyes as he pretended to focus on driving the truck. I slowly applied the bright red glossy lipstick, puckering my lips in a seductive manner. I too was watching him and pretending not too. I was watching him reach down instinctively and rub his crotch periodically. As if to say “down boy, down.” 

I asked him if he’d ever been with an older woman. He told me that he hadn’t but had fantasized about it a lot. I asked him what he fantasized about. He was reluctant to respond at first. I guess I can understand that, even for a handsome, cocky teenage boy a married woman can be quite intimidating. I did eventually ease his concerns and get him to reply to me about his fantasy.

He told me “I fantasize a lot about a hot, older married woman, like yourself Mrs. Reinhart, seducing me in my rig.” I was stunned, he was so confident. His confidence became the vehicle I needed to make the next move. I scooted over a little closer to him on the bench seat of the truck. He was looking at me with a look of utter shock. He looked at me like he never thought the fantasy would bridge itself into a reality.

I was about to change that for the both of us.



I reached my hand over and placed it on Dirks crotch, I wanted to free his teenage cock from its denim prison. I expertly held the top of his jeans with my left hand while I unzipped his fly with my right. Dirk was barely able to keep the truck on the road.

He swerved slightly as he gazed down at my experienced hands fumbling to release his boyhood. I almost broke one of my long manicured fingernails trying to unzip his fly. I paused as I glanced up and saw the Suburban just three car lengths ahead of us. How ironic, I thought. My husband and daughters just 100 feet in front of us driving innocently along the highway, while I fumble with this teenage studs jeans to release his tool.

“WOOO Mrs. Reinhart, what are you doing?” Dirk stammered.

“You’ll find out soon enough Dirk, just relax.” I replied in a sultry seductive tone.

Once I unzipped his jeans as far as they would go, I reached into the opening to end the mystery that had intrigued me the moment I laid my eyes upon Dirk. “Do teenage boys have cocks as big as grown men?” “How big is Dirk’s cock?” These were but two of the questions that my mind had poised, the answers just moments away.

 I reached into the opening of his boxers and finally achieved the feeling of flesh to flesh. My hands encircled the base of his cock. Dirk let out an audible sigh.

It was so warm and rigid I thought. It must be as big around as my closed fist. I pulled his teenage cock from his pants and watched it spring to life. “It’s fucking huge Dirk!” I exclaimed. It must be at least 8 inches long and nearly 3 inches thick. I thought.

This thing is easily twice the size of my husband’s pathetic excuse for a prick. He just looked at me with complete shock.

“I can’t believe you’re actually touching me Mrs. Reinhart.” Dirk sighed.

“Oh Dirk, I’m going to do a whole lot more than just touch you, I promise you that.” I hissed.

Now this is a cock! Yes what a perfect word to describe the long, thick, hard teenage flesh that protruded from his jeans. A cock I thought, what a gloriously slutty word for it. What an appropriate word considering the way this boy’s prick stood upright, proudly jutting up into the air, as if to say; “That’s right lady, you can’t take your eyes off of this big cock and you can’t wait to wrap your lips around the head of it.”

How did his cock know what I was thinking? My questions were answered and then some. This teenage stud had the cock of a Greek god, not of a boy.

It was throbbing in unison with his heartbeat. I was mesmerized by it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I leaned over and whispered in his ear.


“I’m going to suck your teenage cock while you drive this truck, Dirk.” “I’m going to suck it while my husband is driving the car only a few feet in front of us.”  “Would you like that?” I whispered.

“Yes, Ma’am” he stammered barely audible over the sound of the 18-wheelers roaring engine.

“I’m going to wrap my soft red lips around it and suck your teenage cock dry.” I was watching his cock twitch uncontrollably while these slutty words escaped my mouth.

I felt like a cheap whore, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d been a “good” girl all of my life and now it was time to act on instinct instead of always doing what was expected of me. 

I lay down on my stomach along the bench seat of the 18-wheeled truck. I made sure to jut my firm married ass up in the air and playfully cross my toned legs. My huge tits falling out of my summer dress, resting on his denim covered thighs. What a sight that must have been, my ass jutting up as if to say “fuck me”, my long legs crossed with sexy high heeled sandals dangling from my manicured feet.

  I put my red lips just a heartbeat away from his teenage cock. I looked up at Dirks face and saw a very pained look. He looked like a puppy dog that had been forced to sleep outside on a cold winter night. His nose was quenched up, his teeth gritting and his eyes squinting as if he were staring directly into the sun.

He had a bead of sweat forming on his square chin. I could smell the pungent odor of teenage crotch just inches from my face. He was young, he was handsome, rock hard and all mine.

I playfully wet my lips just out of reach of his cockhead. I flicked my tongue towards it like I was trying to touch it, only I couldn’t quite reach it. I could see Dirk trying to divide his attention between the highway and me. I was winning the battle and frankly I didn’t care if he was watching me more than the road. I wasn’t about to stop at this point. I’d passed the point of no return and I didn’t have one single regret. 

I began smacking my lips together as if I was anticipating eating a delicious meal. (Not far from the truth) I could see a bead of pre-cum welling up on the tip of his gorgeous boy tool.

I flicked my tongue out and gently caressed the shaft of his teen prick. It jumped so hard it slapped my forehead with an audible thud. I began gently caressing the base of his cock with my soft moist tongue, as if trying to enjoy a delicious ice cream stopping short of the fleshy tip.

 I began bathing his enormous cock in saliva, methodically avoiding the tip. I would lick up one side and down the other watching him writhe in agony. His cock was twitching and jumping with every lick.

I stared at the prize before me. Here was a teenage boy’s man-sized cock, just inches from my hot mouth. It was glistening with my saliva, twitching erratically, with his enormous balls resting at the base. All of this was jetting from his tight blue jeans and all of it was mine.

I bent down and started sucking on his huge balls. I could feel them moving around in my mouth, slowly wanting to draw back into his body. I wasn’t about to let them; I would gently suck them, one ball at a time back into my mouth. I could feel his enormous cock twitching and slapping the side of my face.

I could hear him sighing and breathing at an ever-quickening pace. I must have sucked his big balls, and licked his thick shaft like an ice cream for almost an hour.

 I still hadn’t even touched the sensitive head of his gorgeous cock. There was a steady stream of his pre-cum running down the shaft of his boy prick. I slowly sat up in my seat to glance at my handy work. WOW! This kid is impressive. His enormous cock was jetting up from the opening in his jeans, twitching and writhing uncontrollably. His prick was covered in a pink combination of saliva, lipstick and pre-cum.

My pussy was aching uncontrollably. It was wetter than I remember it ever being in my life. I glanced out over the highway and saw the family suburban just two car lengths in front of us. “I wonder if they noticed my head was out of sight for the last 45 minutes?” I thought to myself. 

Dirk reached over to touch my swelled breasts. I slapped his hand away. “Dirk, I’m a married woman!” I exclaimed with feigned shock in my voice.

“You keep driving and I’ll take care of the situation.” I told him.

“BBBBut Mrs. Reinhart I…” He stammered.

“You heard me Dirk, if you want me to touch you any more you’ll do exactly as I say, do we understand each other?” I interrupted.

“Yes, Ma’am” He mumbled.

He was clearly confused and I loved it. I had always wanted to take charge of a sexual situation, this was definitely turning out the way I wanted it too. I scooted away from Dirk just out of his reach. I quickly checked the Mirror and reapplied my shiny red lipstick. Just about then my cell phone rang.

“Hey sweetie, the girls and I are hungry” were Frank’s first words when I answered the phone. “I’m starving too honey” I said in a sweet innocent voice. 

I reached over and grabbed the base of Dirks hard cock with my left hand. I chuckled out loud when I took the scene in. My left hand was wrapped around this 18-year-old stud’s thick cock. My wedding ring was glistening in the afternoon sun, as his thick prick jetted several inches above my manicured fist. All this while I spoke softly and sweetly to my inept husband on the cell phone.

 I laid back down on the bench seat, my freshly applied lipstick just a breath away from his still twitching prick. “Poor guy” I thought. I’m going to have to take care of him.

“How are the girls handling the drive?” I asked. My tongue started gently caressing the sensitive head of Dirks engorged cock. I could taste his young pre-cum and it made my pussy ache. 

“They’re fine, we’re playing the alphabet game.” My woefully inadequate husband replied. I was now encircling Dirks purple cock head with my warm wet tongue.

“Ohhh, Shiiiit!” sighed Dirk a little louder than I would have liked. Thankfully Frank didn’t seem to notice. I enclosed my mouth around the head of Dirk’s thick teenage fuck tool. “MMMM” I moaned. My mouth completely filled with this young studs cock.

“What was that honey?” asked my husband.

“Oh nothing sweetie,” I hurriedly replied as I pulled my sucking mouth off his throbbing cock with an audible pop.

 “Dirk was just feeding me a snack and it is yummy!” I was smiling with the irony of my remark. I glanced up at Dirk and noticed an evil grin on his face. I think the gravity of how nasty the situation was finally getting to him and he was really starting to enjoy it.

  “Yeah, the girls and I are pretty hungry too” Frank said.

I put the head of Dirk’s cock back into my wanton mouth and slowly began forcing it down my throat. Frank was talking to the girls asking them what they were in the mood to eat. He didn’t need to ask me, I had everything I wanted to eat already in my mouth.

I forced as much of his teen-cock down my throat as I possibly could, considering I hadn’t Deep throated a real cock in over 10 years, it came back to me.  I guess deep throating big cock is like riding a bike; you don’t ever forget how to do it.

 It was so warm and thick it began to pulsate in my hot throat. I began pumping my head up and down on his engorged cock. I was sucking frantically; I wanted his cum for lunch and nothing more. Dirk’s hips began rising up to meet my wet mouth in unison. It was as if we were a team, trying to achieve the same goal. His hot load in my hot mouth.

My tits were slapping up against his teenage thighs with each thrust of his hips. The denim was rubbing my nipples sending electrical shocks of pleasure throughout my body. I was sucking ferociously, as if his cock had an antidote for a deadly poison and the only way to save myself was to suck it out and suck it out now.




Moving Day Ch. 1



I could feel my long blonde ponytail swirling around as I bobbed up and down on his teenage cock. What a sight it must have been, Dirk driving that big 18 wheeler, while a blonde middle aged housewife bobbed up and down on his young cock, her husband driving just a few hundred feet away.

I could hear my husband discussing with the girls that neither Taco Bell nor McDonald’s are healthy, but Taco Bell was probably the lesser of the two evils. I could feel Dirk’s cock start to swell up in my throat. I stopped bobbing my head and just relaxed my throat and let it slide down to the base of his shaft. I almost gagged, but was able to suppress it. I was having to breath through my nose.

I looked up at Dirk and handed him the phone to listen. I could just imagine what was going through his young head.

I allowed my throat to close tightly around the shaft of Dirk’s engorged cock and I began gently massaging the head of his prick with my tongue. I began caressing his huge full balls while I slowly squeezed, and relaxed my throat muscles around his shaft.

It took a lot of coordination, but I had an orchestrated plan to make him shoot the biggest load of his life into my hot mouth. 

Simultaneously gently scratching his balls with my long fingernails, tightening my throat around his cock shaft, sucking with my mouth and flicking his head with my tongue it was only a matter of time. I felt him start to twitch and buck. “Here it comes.” “Get ready girl, this is what you’ve been waiting for” I thought to myself. 

He began bucking wildly, his hips thrusting into my face. I felt his balls tighten up, his cock increased in girth. He threw the phone down and let out a loud grunt.

“Ahhahahaaah, Fuck!” He yelled. The head of his young prick swelled to twice its normal size. He swerved to regain control of the truck that was momentarily lost. The swelling of his young cock completely closed off my airway, making it difficult to breathe even through my nose. I didn’t care; this was the most erotic experience of my life. 

Finally, he erupted into my wet, waiting mouth. The first load was hot and thick, but manageable. I was able to easily swallow it. “This won’t be so bad.” I thought.

Oh how wrong I was, the first load was only a warm up. The second spurt was twice as thick and twice as much as the first. Then, thick hot ribbons of teenage cum coated my eager throat. Right when I thought his quantity would finally start to diminish, it continued, each burst as powerful as the one before. I reached a point where I could no longer breathe, and I could no longer continue swallowing this boy’s cock juice.

It was as if he had been building up for 18 years, waiting for an older housewife to relieve him of this intense pressure. I pulled his engorged cock out of my throat fisting his thick prick with both of my expensively manicured hands with only the skill and tenacity that a middle-aged woman can posses.

 He continued to shoot hot thick white sheets of cum onto my face and waiting tongue. Dirk was moaning and groaning like someone was stabbing him with a knife. I knew it was the most intense pleasure this boy had ever seen. The last few spurts of his cum were dribbling down my chin.

 I couldn’t believe the amount of cum this boy had delivered. I felt like I had just swallowed a pint of thick salty cream. I didn’t think it was possible to keep that much cum in a pair of balls.

I took the head of his wonderful prick and put it in my mouth. I gently began bathing it with my tongue and sucking the remainder of his ball juice from his prick. His cock remained fully turgid with no sign of it beginning to deflate.

 “That was the hottest, thickest, biggest fucking load I’ve ever swallowed,” I groaned.

Dirk just laid back in his seat, with a big grin on his face, eyes half shut trying to keep the truck on the road. I sat up, wiped my face off with Dirk’s t-shirt.

“This is going to be the best drive of your life Dirk, and it’s only just begun.” I said in a gurgling voice, my throat sticky with teenage ball juice.

“Yyyyees Mrs. Reinhart” He stammered.

To be continued...........



Moving Day Ch. 1



She just about to open her shorts for a quick rub when the intercom buzzed.

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Moving Day Ch. 2



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"Who is it?" she barked into the speakers.

"Dan Simmons from Loval Moving Company, ma'am."

She released the talk button and pressed the button to let them up. By the time the knock on the door came, she was ready to let them have it with both barrels.

"What took you so fucking long? I thought your company was supposed to be dispatched from down the block!"

Had she not been so mad, she probably would have been terrified of the man in her doorway. He was a easily 6'5", with a clean shaven head and a dark goatee. His jaw was square and rugged looking, his cheekbones high, and his skin the color of dark chocolate, appearing black against the stark white of the hallway walls. He wore a thin cotton t-shirt stretched tight over a well muscled body that clearly benefited from manual labor, and the khaki walking shorts that stopped mid thigh seemed too small (but then again, almost anything would). His waist looked too narrow to support the rippled terrain of his abdomen and his broad, bull-like chest, although the twin tree trunks he called legs probably helped some. His well muscled thighs were as big around as her head, and his calves looked like they were moving even while he was stood still. His biceps flexed powerfully when he crossed his arms across his chest, patiently waiting for her to end her tirade.

"Ms. Caton, I'm sorry we're late. We had the wrong address," he explained when he finally had an opening. "The reservation was written with Fairfax Drive as the street name, instead of Fairfax Road. We ended up across town, and got stuck in rush hour traffic trying to get back."

"Well, shithead," she snarled, "It's not MY fault that one of YOUR idiots got it wrong, is it? Do I have to pay extra for this kind of service, or is it part of the package?" she added sarcastically.

He could tell when he was on the losing end of an argument, so he opted to just get on with the task at hand rather than wasting any more time on this abuse. Apologizing again, he stepped past her into the condo followed by two more men, both white and not quite as large, but still equally impressive. Each one was about 6' tall with close cropped blonde hair and wonderful bodies. The first was built like a football player, his chest and arms almost as big as Dan's, while the second was more tightly muscled, like a gymnast. They also wore tight white t-shirts with the company logo on the left side and khaki shorts. They both gave her tits an appreciative glance as they walked past her.

"Look, we're running behind," she snapped. "Could you guys linger a little less and get the truck loaded so we can get out of here?" She had to let these gorillas know who was boss!

Andrea had a lot of stuff, and it took several hours to get the condo emptied and the truck loaded. By the time everything was packed and secured, it was pretty late in the afternoon. Reluctantly, Dan went upstairs to discuss their options with Andrea. It was a 16 - 24 hour drive to Louisville, traffic permitting, and it was already 3:00. If they left now, stopped tonight at a motel, drove 10 hours the next day and checked into a motel again that night, they would probably arrive at there destination sometime in the afternoon on Tuesday. The alternative would be to leave early tomorrow morning, drive for 10 hours, stay in a motel, and arrive in Louisville sometime during the evening on Wednesday. The first scenario required her to pay for an additional night in a motel, but got her there the soonest.

In reality, Andrea could care less about the additional cost; she would have paid an extra $5,000 if it would get her out of this city quicker. Besides, she wasn't even paying for the move; her father was. But she wasn't going to let them off that easy. She was still steamed about them being late, and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to break their balls.

"You guys are so fucking incompetent!" she railed. "You mean to tell me that, not only were you late, but now it's going to cost me more money just so you can meet the timeline I was quoted? Shit, the only reason we're even having this discussion is because you were too fucking stupid to find me in the first place." Dan started to interrupt, but a scathing glare from Andrea cut him off. "Give me a fucking break. I should be asking for a Goddamn discount. Fine, let's just get on with it."

Downstairs, Dan got the last laugh.

"One more thing, Ms. Caton. You'll have to ride up in the truck with Tim and me," he said, gesturing toward the football player. "We had to use the passenger seat in the van for some of your more 'delicate' things, so there's only enough room in there for Billy."

Glowering, she watched Dan climb in on the driver's side while Tim held the door propped open for her. The cab of the truck was built to hold three normal sized men, but there was no way she and the two behemoths next to her were going to fit comfortably. To make matters worse, every chance Dan got, he hit a pothole or drove over uneven pavement.

The truck was an older model, with a manual transmission that required an exaggerated action to shift. It seemed Dan needed to shift a lot, which caused him to brush Andrea's thigh and occasionally run his elbow across her chest. At first she was certain that it was intentional, but whenever she looked at him he was concentrating on the road. Similarly, if there was a particularly sharp turn or or a rough patch of road, Tim would lean into her, also brushing her thigh or rubbing his arm along the side of her tit.

And it was unbearably hot. According to Dan, the air hadn't worked in years, so by the time they crossed out of Virginia 4 hours later, their clothes stuck wetly against their bodies. She wanted to be disgusted by the thick smell of sweat that hung in the air, but she actually found it arousing. Coupled with the casual brushings, her pussy was so wet she was afraid they could hear her squish when she moved. She closed her eyes and rested her head, trying to appear nonchalant as her mind wandered over what it might be like to be fucked by these two men by the side of the road. When she opened her eyes she could see, even in the waning light, that her crotch was soaked, but neither man seemed to notice.

Just past 9:00, Dan pulled into the parking lot of a motel that allowed trucks to board overnight. Andrea's sexual frustration was at an all time high, and she was even more irritable than she'd been in Washington.

"Four rooms please," Dan said to the woman behind the counter inside.

"Um, he means two rooms," Andrea interrupted. "One with a king, and one with two singles and a cot," she finished, pulling out her wallet.

Dan turned to her. "Oh, come on Ms. Caton! How are we going to fit in one room?"

"Look, you don't have to live there; you just have to sleep there. I'm not paying for three rooms when you're only going to use them for 8 hours anyway," she growled, sliding her credit card across the counter. "Besides, it's your fucking fault that we're here!" she reminded him.

The woman handed Andrea two keys, explaining which one went to which room. Andrea tossed the movers their key and bolted for her room, the need to cum replacing all other conscious thought.

She was out of her clothes before she was even to the room, and had her vibrator at the ready before the door was shut. Spread-eagled on the bed, she searched for something on TV to help her on her way. In this day and age, even the most podunk hotels had cable, and one that catered to truckers had more than its share of "adult" channels.

Working the remote with one hand, she turned the vibrator on with the other and slid it in and out of her pussy until she was nice and wet. Pushing it in as far as it would go, she crossed her legs at the ankles to hold it tight. Tossing the remote aside, she closed her eyes and continued to fantasize about fucking Dan and Tim. She played with her nipples while the vibrator hummed along, and after 20 minutes she came so hard that she fell off the bed.

Finally able to relax, she decided to call the movers and apologize for being so rude to them. She tried calling their room for 20 minutes, but no one picked up, so she pulled on her shorts and shirt and went over to knock on their door.

The motel was garden style, with doors and windows that all faced into the center. Outside the movers' window, she was able to get a clear view of the entire room inside, as well as listen to a conversation already in progress.

"...is a total bitch, man! I can't believe that cunt; you'd think we were dirt or something," Billy complained.

"Dude, I know. But I don't care, I'd fuck her in a minute," Tim said. "The whole ride here, I was rubbing up against her, and I think she was digging it."

So that HAD been intentional. Asshole!

Tim was laying on the bed closest to the window, with his back toward her, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet from a recent shower. At the foot of the bed, Billy sat on a cot in just his t-shirt, as if he had been interrupted in the middle of getting undressed. Dan was not visible anywhere.

"At one point she took a nap," Tim continued, "and must have been having a helluva of a dream, because her pants got real wet around her pussy. I thought she had peed her pants, but when I took a whiff, man there was nothing but pussy smell! I almost shot in the truck; I'm hard just thinking about it!"

He rolled over on his back and let the towel fall away, revealing a decent sized cock surrounded by curly blonde pubic hair. He reached down and began stroking it, coaxing it to its full length. It was longer than her dildo, but not quite as long as her vibrator (which she had measured as 8 inches), and it was nice and thick, like the base of a flashlight. Andrea licked her lips as she watched him fondle it.

"I could just imagine eating that pussy, feeling her squirm on my face. I bet she's a hot little fuck. I'd love to tease her crack, make her beg me to fuck her."

"Aw shit man," Billy groaned, and started to stroke his cock too. "What about those tits?"

Billy's cock was longer then Tim's, but not nearly as thick. It looked more like her dildo, which was fine with Andrea. She reached under her shirt and teased her nipples hard while she continued to spy on the two men.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," moaned Tim. "Yeah, she's got great tits. Do you think they're real? I mean she's so little; how'd she get such big tits? I'm telling you Bill, if we'd driven much longer, I may have had to try to slip my finger up her pussy and finger fuck her."

"Oh jeez, what the hell's gotten into you two?" Dan asked from the bathroom doorway.

He had a towel draped around his neck, but was otherwise totally nude. His cock hung thickly between his legs, still soft and easily as long and thick as her vibrator. It was darker than the rest of his body, almost the color of his pubic hair, and his cockhead dangled, swollen, at the end of his shaft. Andrea squeezed her nipples a little harder as she imagined what it would look like stiff.

Except for his crotch and his goatee, his body was smooth, every muscle starkly defined, as if chiseled from stone.

"Tim was talking about how hot Andrea Caton is, and got me started."

Dan's cock twitched at the mention of Andrea's name.

"Did he tell you about the ride here? It's a wonder I didn't rip my shorts. All I could smell was pussy." His cock hardened. "Maybe if she got a good fuck, she wouldn't be so so damn evil," he said, dropping onto his bed. By the time it was fully erect, it stood out 8.5", and was 5" around.

"You'd kill her with that thing, Dan." Billy said gesturing toward Dan's cock.

Dan smiled. "Nah, they come a lot bigger. And I'd go easy on her. You know how Tim likes to eat pussy; I'd let him get her ready. Then I'd fuck her nice and slow, maybe let her cum on my dick before I shot," he said, stroking his cock while he spoke. "Don't worry; I'd let you guys go first so she'd still feel you!"

"Fuck you, she'd feel me," Tim grunted, really starting to work his own cock. "I'd fucking love to spread her, make her get me nice and slippery with her mouth, then let her ride me while I chewed on those nipples!"

Andrea's pussy was boiling again. Without bothering to look around, she dropped her shorts so she could get at it, sliding her middle finger in as soon as they were off and rubbing her thumb vigorously over her rock hard clit.

Looking back in the window, she saw that Billy was now as naked as the other two men, his back against the wall, rubbing his nipples and caressing his pecs while he jerked furiously. Tim was still on his back under the window with his eyes closed, spitting in his hands for lubrication. He took long slow strokes with one hand while he played with his balls with the other, his hips rising to meet meet his hand. Andrea bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud, her orgasm getting close. Watching these guys jerk off while they talked about her was the hottest thing she'd done in her short sexual career.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as each of the men came closer to cumming.

"Oh fuck!" Billy groaned, shooting a thick milky arc into the air that landed on the floor between the two beds. It was followed by three less powerful jets before he slouched against the wall, spent. It set off a chain reaction, with Dan climaxing next. Taking one last stroke he released his magnificent cock, letting the cum spill out of his piss slit and dribble the length of his shaft, pooling on the bed around his balls as his cock continued to twitch. Bringing up the rear, Tim started to buck wildly, his cum shooting wildly, spraying his chest, his face, and the wall behind him as he pulled hard on his cock, trying to force more cum out.

Andrea dropped to the ground, ramming two fingers into her pussy as hard and as fast as she could while squeezing her clit between the thumb and forefinger. Suddenly she clamped legs shut, trapping her hand, as her orgasm came roaring over her, and she thrashed about on the grass under the window, biting her tongue to keep from screaming.

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Moving Day Ch. 3



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By the time she stood back up, the light in the room was out and she could hear the men snoring peacefully. Pulling back on her shorts, she made her way back to her room and also fell soundly asleep. At 7:00 the next morning, the phone rang.

"Ms. Caton?" It was Dan. "We were thinking of pushing off about 8:00; will that be alright?"

"Yes," she answered sleepily. "That will be fine. Let me get myself together, and I'll meet you at the front desk."

She took a long shower before she go dressed, washing off the dirt and the smell of sex from last night, then gathered up her things and went to check out. She met the movers at the front door.

"I've already settled up. Why don't we grab a bite next door before we go?" she asked, but nobody answered; they just stared at her like she was standing there stark naked. Which, in a sense, she was. Her outfit didn't leave very much to the imagination. She'd decided to go braless, and chose a sheer white tank top cut so low that the tops of her nipples peeked out. Her areolas showed dark, puckered, and a little larger than a quarter, begging for attention through the filmy shirt. She'd also made sure to pull her hair back tightly, so that her tits got the proper amount of emphasis. The matching skirt, only slightly more opaque, was cut just below the her crotch line, and she'd chosen to wear it without the recommended lycra shorts, or any other hosiery for that matter.

"Hello, guys. Anybody home?"

Tim broke out of his trance first, managing a halfhearted, "Breakfast would be fine, ma'am."

During the meal, she ate like she it was her first meal in weeks, whereas the men barely finished their rolls and juice. She was famished after last night, but she suspected they were too distracted to pay any real attention to their food.

"Same riding arrangements?" she asked after they had regrouped outside.

"Actually today, I'm going to ride with you and Dan so that you have a little more room up there," Billy said.

She smiled. Billy probably wanted to cop a few feels. She'd bet a thousand dollars that Tim was sorry he'd agree to this BEFORE he saw what she was wearing.

Today was even hotter than yesterday, and by 10:00 the heavy smell of sweat was everywhere, and Andrea was beside herself with lust. The tank top was plastered to her tits, stretching noticeably as her nipples hardened and grew darker against the white of her shirt. Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat, while Dan struggled to keep his eyes on the road ahead.

"Do you guys mind if I take off my shoes?" she asked, kicking them off before either of them had a chance to respond.

Remembering what she overheard last night, she thought that maybe it was time to see how much she could get away with. Casually, she stretched her legs up on the dash, causing her skirt to ride up high. It was soon obvious to both men that, in addition to not wearing any hose, Andrea had also decided not to wear any underwear today.

The truck swerved suddenly, Dan muttering something about a dog in the road. She looked over at Billy and saw that his eyes were shut and he seemed to be sweating more than the heat warranted. Andrea noticed that both men now sported huge, painful looking bulges, which made her pussy moisten. The longer she stared, the wetter she got, and the more her smell overpowered the smell of sweat that had dominated the truck.

When it came time to stop for lunch, Billy and Dan spent a long time in the bathroom. When they returned to the table, they both looked much more relaxed, and neither of them would meet her eyes.

Back on the road, Andrea pushed a little farther. Whenever Dan took a turn or hit a bump, she brushed her nipples against their arms, or grabbed their inner thighs to brace herself. Sometimes she lingered a little longer than she needed, and several times she could feel their cocks pulsing under her hand. To get comfortable, she would sit for minutes at a time with one leg under her, spreading her pussy wide enough to see the glistening pink of her inner lips. During a particularly rough series of turns, she "accidentally" rubbed Billy's inner thigh and cock steadily for 5 or 6 minutes, until he let out a barely audible groan and she felt his cock twitch under her hand. When she pulled her hand away, there was a huge stain spreading in his lap.

At the hotel that evening, her traveling companions clearly looked worn out. After she made the same lodging arrangements as the night before, she asked the men to stop by her room after they had showered and settled in so that they could plan the following day.

In her room, Andrea quickly stripped and began finger fucking herself. She'd gotten so aroused teasing the movers all day that she was already on the verge of cumming. But before she could finish, there was a knock on the door, and in stepped all three movers.

They took one look at her and shed their clothes so fast she was sure they ripped a seam or two. Before she knew it the four of them were rolling around on the bed. Unbidden, Tim slipped between her legs and started to sloppily lick her pussy, working his tongue deep inside while he fondled her ass. Billy and Dan each took a nipple in their mouth, biting and tonguing frantically. She could not believe that tongues could bring her this much pleasure.

Tim shifted his focus to her asshole, using his tongue to tentatively explore in and around it. This was a totally new sensation for her, and she responded by trying to push herself farther onto his tongue. Without warning, Billy sucked her nipple deep into his mouth and bit down firmly. It didn't hurt, but it did cause her to arch her back and spread her hips. Tim took advantage of this and worked his middle finger into her asshole, pushing steadily until it was all the way in.

"Oh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as she learned what it felt to have that hole invaded.

Tim moved his tongue over her clit, teasing it out of its hood while he worked his finger smoothly in and out of her ass. As her moans grew louder, Dan stood up and walked around to her head, where he offered her his cock. She grabbed it with both hands and stuffed it in her mouth, stretching it to its limits, playing with his balls as she worked more of it in. She'd been practicing with the dildo and the vibrator for just such an occasion, so she didn't choke this time when it hit the back of her throat. Instead, she was able to open it wider and work his cock deeper, swallowing to create a tighter fit.

"Oh shit, girl," Dan grunted. "Where'd you learn to take cock like that?"

Of course, she couldn't answer with her mouth this full, but both Tim and Billy stopped to stare as she buried her face in Dan's pubes and his cock moved in and out of her impossibly stretched mouth. Renewing their enthusiasm, they returned to their tasks until they felt the first tremors, signaling the start of Andrea's orgasm. While Dan pulled his cock out to switch his position, Tim continued to finger fuck Andrea's ass and nibble her clit.

"Oh fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah, uh huh," she panted, her ass and pussy quivering as her orgasm crested.

Tim worked another finger into her ass, then a third, using juice from her pussy help slide them in. Dan positioned himself over her chest and wedged his cock between her beautiful tits, squeezing them together and fucking the valley they formed. Andrea picked her head up so she could wrap her lips around his cockhead and suck hard until she was rewarded with a spray of cum all over her face and tits.

"Okay, sweetheart, on your knees," Tim said, pulling his fingers out of her ass as Dan stood up. Unsteady after her orgasm, he picked her up like a doll and flipped her, pulling her into position by her waist. Meanwhile, Billy positioned himself in front of her so she could swallow his cock.

She felt the Tim's cockhead enter her, stretching her pussy wide. Her first real cock, she tried to reach back and slow him down so she could get used to it, but he brushed her hand away and pressed harder. She was so wet that he slid in effortlessly. Soon, the three of them had a rhythm going, with Tim thrusting in her pussy as Billy withdrew from her mouth and vice versa. It felt like one long cock was traveling the length of her body. Billy bent down and played with her nipples while he fucked her face. Already feeling another orgasm start to build, she ground her pussy down on Tim, trying to force him deeper. Reaching under herself to rub her clit made her pussy squeeze him even tighter.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tim moaned, as he exploded inside her.

Billy pulled out of her mouth, but continued to stroke to stay hard, leaving her free to concentrate on Tim. She humped faster, grunting loudly, milking his cock with her pussy, trying to drain every drop of cum out of it. He tried to hold still, every nerve in his cock 2000% more sensitive, until finally, he pulled out and collapsed, spent from the intensity of his orgasm.

"That was just the warm up, hon. Get ready for the main ride," Dan said, climbing back onto the bed and sliding under her.

He positioned the head of his monster cock just under her pussy. As he ran it along her slit, Tim's cum oozed out, coating it. Well lubricated, he was able to ease past her outer lips, sliding at least two inches in before he had to stop and wait for her to get used to him. Even full of cum, he was a tight fit, and he could see from her face that she was having trouble. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, willing her pussy to relax. He raised his hips, forcing more of his cock up into her, continuing to pause to let her get used to it. By the time their pelvis' touched, she was covered in sweat.

"I can't move," she moaned. "It feels like I'm stuck on a pole."

He smiled wide. "Yeah, but can a pole do this?" he asked, wiggling his cock inside her as he lifted her up, rubbing against the walls of her pussy. When only his cockhead was still embedded, he pulled her back down forcefully, ramming his cock all the way in up to the base.

"Oh Goddamn!" she screamed, her orgasm coming fast, overpowering her.

"Uuuugggnnnhhhh" she continued to moan as she fell forward across his chest.

Mechanically, her hips pistoned as he thrust easily in and out. In this position, Andrea's clit was under constant constant attack from the friction created from his movements. Still dazed, she didn't realize that Billy was behind her until she felt him put his hands on her hips. Before she could sit up, Dan wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest, exposing her asshole. Tim's earlier efforts had stretched her enough that Billy's thin cock slid in smoothly; one of the others might have been more of a problem.

Billy pumped his cock in and out of her ass using a slow, methodical motion. Each time he hit bottom, her pussy contracted around Dan's cock. In response, Dan drew his cock out slowly then slammed it back as hard and as fast as he could. The feeling of both cocks sliding in and out overloaded her senses, each wave of pleasure overriding the last.

Feeling left out, Tim moved to the front of the bed, straddled Dan's head, and slapped Andrea's face with his semi hard cock. Thrilled to have another cock to play with, she swallowed it whole in one gulp, feeling it grow in her mouth and tasting herself on the fleshy treat. The knowledge that she was sucking something that had been recently buried in her pussy sent a new tingle through her. With all three holes now full, Andrea was in heaven.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Her tight asshole proved too much for Billy to keep up a prolonged assault. She felt his body go still and his cock start to twitch, filling her asshole with warm gooey cum. When he was finished, his cock slipped out with a small pop.

Tim also proved to be much less resilient this time around. Whether it was the sight of the Tim pounding her ass, the thought of the three of them having their way with her, or just her overall enthusiasm, he shot right after Billy, pumping an impressive amount of cum down her throat considering it was his second time.

With the only cock left belonging to Dan, Andrea changed her position so that she still straddled him, but faced toward his feet. This allowed her to brace herself better while he continued to punish her hole. She whimpered, her pussy stretched and throbbing, as Billy and Tim helped out by each sucking a nipple into his mouth, but when Billy moved between her legs to tongue her clit while Dan fucked her, she screamed. Sucking and nibbling, she started to shake as she came, slamming into Dan with what little strength she had left. Dan grabbed her hips and fucked harder, roaring as the cum came flooding out of his cock, spilling out of her pussy as they continued to hump.

Exhausted she leaned back, Dan's cock still large enough to stay in her even though it was softening. Eventually, she felt it grow hard again inside her, and sat up as the next round began.

"You know guys," she mumbled with Billy's cock in her mouth, her tits swaying heavily as Dan rammed his cock under her. "Maybe we should take another day to get to Louisville."

The End.

I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am currently at work on others that will be posted as soon as they are finished. Thank you for all of the constructive comments and words of encouragement. If you have story ideas, feel free to email them to me; I can't promise anything, but I'm always looking for things to write about. As always, please drop me a line with your comments.



Moving Day Memories



(...father-confidential - Prequel)

As with most works of fiction, there is plenty of real life experience blended into this story. This actually happened - up to a point... Enjoy. -GJ

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I had boxed up everything in my three room basement apartment and was waiting patiently for my father Edward to arrive with his pickup truck. School was over and I was moving back in with my in-laws for the summer break and I was glad to be finally getting out of the place. I had been renting the basement of this small house all year and while the folks upstairs were nice they were just a bit too intrusive for an older student who wanted his privacy. However, it was a Tuesday morning and by 8 A.M. the upstairs was empty and the entire house lay silent above me as I sat looking out the ground level basement window watching for Edward to arrive.

The new summer breeze was cool and sweet and I sat quietly looking up at the clouds, with growing anticipation of Edwards arrival. I had a secret crush on him for years. Physically he was a ruggedly handsome bear, about 5'5 and portly -- a mature physique I like to call it, with a little salt and pepper hair around the temples. He had a warm, inviting smile that could melt an iceberg, and he was friendly and fair and was always will to help others. His no nonsense, masculine attitude was always balanced with his gentle demeanor making him a most huggable 60ish bear.

Apparently Edward was as much of a bull as he was a bear. My wife had commented on more than one occasion of her father's seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, as her mother had confided to her that "nightly" was the norm. Also, at two different occasions I remembered him describing himself as having "a big one", but I paid no mind to his bragging until some time later when talking about "honeymoons" and my mother spoke of how afraid she was when she (a young virgin at the time) saw the size of him on their wedding night. Their honeymoon consisted mainly of him breaking her of her fear of his "big one" - he was a very kind, gentle man with no hang-ups about sex and he apparently taught her well from the beginning. Over the years I had built up quite a mystique over the man and my lust for this horny old bear lead me to many a ball busting fantasy sessions.

I was sweating, both from the morning sun beating down on me and from the lusty thoughts I was having imagining my big, hairy bear Edward shagging his wife with his big one. Bordering on obsession, I had many of those "don't think about a white elephant" situations whenever I was around him. I was consumed with thoughts of "just how big is it?" and I was intent on trying to estimate measurements of his cock and balls by constantly "crotch watching" him at each and every opportunity. I closed my eyes and recalled an image of him sitting in his lazy boy, with his dark, grey chest hair over flowing the opening of his white V-neck under shirt. He wore thin suspenders clipped onto his relaxed, loose fitting blue jeans and the crotch clearly outlined a full, round package pressing outward with the promise of a substantial twig and berries. My cock was stiff as I continued to remember various glimpses of his packaged goods, and I unzipped my jeans and stroked myself slowly as I waited for him to arrive.

Minutes later he still hadn't shown up, so I decided to take a quick shower to freshen up before he arrived and I stripped naked and tossed my clothes in a pile by the window. My mind was still conjuring up all kinds of images of Edward's horny old body and my cock begged to be stroked so I lingered, with glazed eyes, by the window stroking my cock with more intensity than before.

With my cock still in my hand I watched his truck pull in off the road. The basement window was level with my head so Edward couldn't see me as he pulled up the long drive. I had a few minutes before he actually got to the house and my mind was racing, fully aroused, partially insane with lust as I decided what to do next.

With no time to think anything through, I dashed to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and climbed into the shower. The shower was on the far wall of the small bath directly across from the open door. What made this decision so exciting for me was the clear, vinyl shower curtain which was completely transparent except for the water droplets on its inner surface. An accidental moment of voyeurism would be awaiting Ed when he made it to the doorway and I was shuddering with excitement as my crazy plan unfolded. I really didn't know to expect, but this innocent act of accidental exhibitionism was worth the risk.

I blasted the shower and started stroking my cock. I quickly worked up a lather of shampoo on my head and I heard him calling my name as he entered my box filled apartment. I pretended not to hear him. When I knew he was standing in the doorway I thrust my head under the shower spray and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock again. The sound of soap and water slopping about the shower created quite a din that could easily account for why I didn't hear him, should he ask. My fist pounded my cock with loud sloshing, sucking sounds as the soap and water ran down my chest and over my cock and balls. Edward didn't make another sound, but from the corner of my eye I could see his silhouette in the door way, blocking the light from the window. A did a quick tip of my head and I could clearly see that he stood in the doorway, watching in silence.

A minute later I groaned an obviously orgasmic groan as I pumped a load out onto the shower floor and watched it wash down the drain. I rinsed off and shut down the shower. The hot steam was rising as I pulled back the curtain and with half closed eyes I fumbled for a towel I knew wasn't there. More dramatic effect I hoped.   "You looking for this?", Edward said as he handed me a towel.

"Um, what?", I asked, trying to sound startled, standing there dripping with my cock still semi hard, "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to know you cleaned more than just behind your ears." he said smiling with squinted eyes.

I visually assessed the effect my show might have had on him. I quickly scanned down his shirt, down over his perfectly round belly, past his black belt to his crotch region, hoping for some sign of life on Jupiter. My breath stopped and I froze. There was definitely something going on down there because there was a noticeable increase in the size of his package, something visibly pressing along the length of the zipper on his pants.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Sometimes you have to do a one man play. I see you approve of my performance?" I tried to divert my gaze by towel drying my hair.

"Hell, we've all played that part before, son, don't you worry," he said chuckling. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, but I've never been one for going solo unless I had to."

Without a pause, taking me completely off guard, he turned sideways toward the toilet right next to me and unzipped and pulled his cock out. "Christ, I've had to piss for the past 45 minutes and I can't hold it any longer."

I watched what seemed like a slow motion replay as he held his semi engorged trouser snake in his hand and began to void his bladder. A heavy, forceful stream of liquid gold flew from the tip of his wide, fat cock head, battering the bowl and turning the water to thick frothy bubbles, like the head on an expensive ale.

"What's that?" he asked, turning to face to me while continuing to pee.

"Did I say something?" I asked, forcing myself to lift my eyes from his beautiful cock.

"I thought I heard you say, 'WOW'," he said, chucking again and he smiled down at his dripping cock as he finished his pee, "It's been know to have that effect on people."

I had no doubt that the word "WOW" had escaped my lips as my jaw fell open while watching him do his job in the toilet. My wildest fantasy of this man packing such a long, thick member was fully realized. My cock hardened again and gave me away - I was hot for the old bull and I was hoping he'd approve.

The time for caution was over.

"You want to wash off? I have an extra towel in a box over there," I said, stepping out of the shower onto the bath mat on the floor behind him.

There was a slight pause before he responded.

"I haven't showered yet today I got up so damn early to drive out here. The folks up stairs are all gone out?" Edward asked, still holding his cock out over the toilet.

"For the day I think." I said.

Without another word Edward slipped his cock back into his pants and proceeded to pulled his golf shirt up over his head, revealing his fur covered chest in all it's grey glory. I was mesmerized as I watched him lean back against the vanity, unbuckle his pants and then step out of them, one leg at a time. His white Fruit of the Loom briefs were filled to capacity at the groin and the outline of his semi hard member wrapping down over his ball sack was clearly visible. His fur covered chest was mostly grey around the nipples and between his titties, but jet black down over his belly and around his belly button. I visually followed a wide trail of black hairs from his navel that disappeared down into his underwear, in startling contrast to the whiteness of his briefs. I found this image sensual and arousing.

"So the stories are true," I said while eyeballing his package.

"That all men are equal until they meet in the shower?" he asked grinning.

"You've just proven that! But I remember you mentioning that you 'Had a big one', and Jesus you weren't kidding!"

"Well, when you got it, flaunt it.", Edward said, "and I'm not one to exaggerate the facts." And with that he turned and leaned over the tub and turned the water on in the shower. While he tested the water and adjusted for temperature, I grabbed hold of my cock and stroked it, behind the veil of my towel, while watching him from behind. I loved the way his white briefs pulled tight over his ass and I could see the shadow of his ass crack through the thin cotton. The urge to reach out and run my hand along the crack and curves of his ass was intense.

When the water was just right he turned and balanced himself on the vanity and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his briefs, pealed them down and stepped out of them. He seemed not to notice that I just stood and stared -- I was unable to make sense of that I was seeing.

Edward was built like a big old bull from heaven. His thick crop of pubic hair framed a most delicious looking center piece and the angle of his pubic bone served up his cock and balls as if on a small platter. His cock and balls looked heavy and substantial. They were a toasty, dark brown and his nuts hung in dark contrast against his milky, un-tanned thighs. My cock began to throb, at the height of its hardness, and I moved the towel in front of me once again. He climbed into the shower and I continued to take care of business.

I watched him through the clear shower curtain as he let the water soak into his hair. He turned once, wetting his body and then reached for the shampoo and began washing his hair. I pulled slowly on my cock as I watched him work up lather and then shampoo his chest hair. I watched him slather shampoo foam down over his belly and into his pubic patch. He worked up some suds in the hairs there and swirled his cock and balls around in the foam. I watched him carefully and I could clearly see him glancing at me through the curtain as he went through the motions. My cock ached for release. I watched him take hold of his suds covered cock and pull it a few times while cleaning around the head with his fingers.

He pulled back the curtain and said, "Solo just doesn't work for me. Do you mind giving me a hand?"

I hesitated, not sure what he meant and when he noticed I wasn't moving he said, "Come on now, I don't bite. I just need you to wash my back."

"Oh. Sure." I said, moving to the edge of the tub.

"You can't get the job done from out there, son. Get in here. It's no different than if we were at the gym shower."

Yeah, right, I thought.

I stepped into the shower and I swear I was so hot I would have burst into flames had it not been for the spray from the shower. There wasn't a whole lot of room and I stood behind Edward with his back facing me. He twisted backwards and squirted some shampoo in my hand. I began to gently soap him up. He was incredibly hairy all over his back and I was again turned on by this beautiful bear under my hands. I worked up a nice lather all over his back and began to press a little harder with my hands. I grabbed hold of both sides of his neck muscles and worked the muscles firmly with my thumbs. He rolled his head from side to side.

"God, that feels terrific," he said and I could feel him lean back against my hands, prompting me to press harder, "Just keep going, son."

I let my hands drop to his lower back. I worked the soap into the area just over his buttocks, pressing firmly with my thumbs into the muscles there. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the shower wall in front of him and pushed his ass a little higher in the air. I let my hands fall just a little lower. He pushed his ass back against my hands. I ventured a little lower and had my hands down over his ass cheeks. I began to knead the flesh like warm bread dough and he pushed back harder, grinding his ass in small circles.

"If it feels good do it," he said, still grinding his ass, "So don't stop what your doing, son. Your hands on my ass feels fantastic."

He didn't have to ask me twice. I worked up a rich lather over his small, hairy ass. He stood up and reached back and grabbed both my hands and pulled me up against his back. My raging hard on pointing skyward nestled in the crack of his ass. My arms were wrapped around his barreled chest and with his hands on mine he guided me down through his wet, matted chest hairs and he dwelled long enough to let me twist his nipples between my thumb and fore finger before he forced my hands down over his big, hard belly. My hands passed slowly through his pubic patch and I loved the feel of his coarse hairs, all wet and slick, as they passed between my fingers. He was grinding his ass back hard into my throbbing cock when he forced my hand down onto his thick, fully erect member.

I gasped and my breath caught in my chest.

"You think I don't know that you want to feel my big cock in your hand?" Edward rasped, guiding my hand over the length of his rigid member, "I told you I don't like going solo. And judging from the cock against my ass you are more than happy to help out." Edward said.

Happy was not even close - heart stopping, earth shaking was more like it. His cock was slick with soap and I ran my fist down over the length of his long, thick cock. My knees weakened, but I held on tight. His cock head was fully engorged and inflated and I rubbed my fingers over the big, slippery knob. His cock was so big and hard it arched slightly upward to the right, like a massive limb on a majestic oak tree.

I sank to my knees in the shower and buried my face into the crack of his ass. Water rushed passed my lips as I continued to suck and tongue at his hairy, wet hole and I reached up between his legs to fondle him again.

I found his balls, thick and round and still slick with suds, and I rolled them around playfully, balancing them on the back of my hand like two hefty stones in a wet sack. I reached up and grasped his rigid member in my fist and I stroked him, completely and firmly working the length of his shaft while continuing to press my tongue into his tight, hot ass. Grasping his member in my fist I could literally support my weight as I hung from his massive branch.

I pulled my hands back and quickly started massaging his ass hole with my index finger. He pushed back onto it as I got a second finger inside him. I moved it in and out and pulled it from side to side to loosen him up. I pushed a third finger into his ass and he let out a groan.

"Ohhhh yeah, that feels good son", he said, catching his breath, "show daddy what you got."

I stood up close behind him and pushed the head of my cock into his loosening ass hole and began to fuck him.

"I want to make you feel good, pop", I said and I reached around and pounded on his hard cock once more, which was throbbing harder than ever in my little hand. Before I knew what was happening I was releasing a load of cum into his ass. I finished quickly and Edward turned round and forced me to my knees in the tub. The hot shower spray was hitting his back as he grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking it hard and fast, aiming his one eyed monster into my open mouth.

"I'm cumming!" he gasped.

I grabbed hold of his tight, wet ball sack and I could feel the muscle under his big nuts flexing as he erupted. I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth. He held my head steady and sprayed his thick, white seed into my mouth. I swallowed his spunk as Ed planted his cock head into my mouth. With both hands on my head, he pumped his hips and plunged his cock down my throat. My pain was his pleasure, and with watering eyes I moved under the guidance of his strong, persuasive hands. His cock was not softening and continued to stay hard. He slowed down to a sensual, rhythmic grind, running almost the full length of his cock past my lips.

I watched him fuck my mouth for several minutes. I looked up into his soft, gently face and watched him close his eyes and heard him whisper bits of "ooooh", "ahhhh", "Soooo niiiii'sssss".

I ran my hand back under his balls and found his ass hole once again. I worked my fingers back into him as best I could while kneeling in front of him. He bent his knees slightly as if to urge me deeper into his beautiful butt.

"Fuck my ass, son. Fuck my ass while I wash your tonsils." The next thing I knew he was head fucking me harder than before. I pushed my fingers into him while twisting my hand slightly and buried my fingers past the knuckle. My thumb was pressing on the muscle between his ass hole and his ball sack and I gripped him with my two fingers planted deep inside him.

Edward gasped, "Ummm, suck that cock son. Oooooo, Jesus! Yeahhhhh," and I felt him shudder and pulse in my throat as he unloaded a second round of hot jism into my belly.

"Ummmm", was all I could say as he stood before me with his cock in my mouth. I just listened, sucking gently, motionless, while his breathing slowly returned to normal.

He began pulling his meat out of my mouth as I sucked hard on his waning erection and there was a wet "pop" as the head of his cock escaped my lips. I looked up at my beautiful bear of a man, amazed that I had managed to get so much of his big, fat cock into my mouth. I was equally amazed at the double header -- I had tasted two loads of cum from this amazing old bear. I pulled him close and nestled my face against his crotch, pressing the hot flesh of his monster cock and balls to my cheek, feeling his wet pubes tickle my face. I reached up and took his cock in my fist, holding it down near the base with my pinky nestled into his pubic hairs and there was a good two and a half inches of cock hanging out of the other end of my fist - Ed was a magnificent man with a cock to match.

"I love you, pop," I said, looking up into his smiling face. I sucked the deflated head of his cock into my mouth and cleaned him with my tongue, making swirl after swirl over the knob. 

"I love you too, son. But lets not get caught in here so we can do this again some time," and he smiled with his big, squinted eyes, "I have much, much more still to teach you." 



Moving Day Surprise



This is my first story, so don't be too harsh, but please rate. Thanks!

*The Twitch*



Selene stood up from behind a tower of boxes and wiped away the tiny beads of sweat that formed on her cheeks. "God, finally to a stopping point"

The move to New York itself made her exhausted and the unpacking just made it worse. She finished collapsing the boxes and put them next to the trash can in the kitchen. "I'll just take them out in the morning... I'm going to get my ass in the shower!"

Selene walked into the bathroom and turned on the water adjusting the temperature just so; she stripped down taking off her blouse and bra, sighing with relief and running her hands over her breasts. Selene examined her body in the mirror... running her hand down her tight stomach and over the little mound of her vagina.. thinking to herself all the while "these new york boys will have their hands full with me... every woman I've seen around here is pale and doesn't look as... inviting... as myself". Smiling to herself, Selene ran her fingers back up over her 34c breasts and up her neck to her long wine red hair. Once the bathroom mirror began steaming up, Selene stepped into the shower tilting her head back letting the hot water run down her breasts and closed her eyes once she felt the water run down and gently sting her pussy lips. She began to wash her hair and body, every so often slipping a finger past the outside of her pussy and rubbing against her swollen clit... moaning quietly she stopped and finished her shower then walked to her room grabbing an oversized button up shirt, buttoning it up as she walked into her kitchen.

She sighed with diappointment that no dishes or food was unpacked, she walked into the livingroom and grabbed the phonebook to look up pizza places in her new neighborhood.. "at least I got my phone working today, otherwise I'd be screwed" she said as she picked up the phone and started dialing.... "Hi, I'd like one medium pizza with pineapple and bell pepper, a 2 liter of dr. pepper, and a caesar salad.." 

Since the pizza place said that it would take 45 minutes, Selene got on the computer and started looking up videos on adult sites. Settling on a nice movie where a little slut is getting fucked in her tight pussy by a huge cock; she leaned back and began to rub and squeeze her tits and toy with her clit.. she began to think about how badly she would love to be that little whore... getting her tight pussy stretched and fucked rough by a stranger. The thoughts swirling in her head, picturing herself as the girl in the video, as she began feeling close to the edge, her body began to tense, pinching her rose pink nipples, she began moaning louder... and just as she felt herself begin to spill over the edge... the doorbell rang. "FUCK!" she thought, "sometimes prompt service isn't all that great of a thing..." 

Selene stood up and straightened out as quickly and best she could. She called out "It's open, come on in! I'm just grabbing the money!" 

The pizza boy walked in and waited nervously... he hated walking into people's houses. "Ma'am the total is $25.32" he said from the doorway. Selene peeked around the corner and said "sorry, just one sec.. I'm trying to find my cash" with an apologetic tone. She couldn't find her purse.. she just had it! How could she have lost it that quickly? She turned around and walked into the room with the pizza boy...

"I'm so sorry, I can't find my purse... do you think you can help me find it? I promise you'll get a great tip." 

"I guess so Ma'am.. You're my last delivery anyway"

"GREAT! I'm sorry to put you through the trouble" Selene said with the sweetest smile she could manage for being so frustrated. "I'm Selene by the way, so you don't have to call me ma'am anymore." She said as she turned to walk back into the kitchen.

"Sorry Ma'am.. I mean Selene, my name is Rick" It was then that Rick noticed that she was wearing only a shirt and he could see the silhouette of her body through the material, her nipples were a little hard and the perfect size. Her body was slender without being too skinny and she had a sexy round ass. Feeling his cock give a twitch, he adjusted himself and followed her setting the food down on the kitchen table he helped her search for the purse, getting on his knees and looking under the table... once in awhile taking the chance to look up her shirt.. "my god.. this girl isn't wearing any panties!" His thoughts wandered he wanted to bend this little slut over... she knew that shirt was short enough to show her tight ass... and she must have not worn panties on purpose... AND had to have known her clean shaved pussy was in plain view! 

Rick licked his lips and crawled over to her.. not knowing what came over him he grabbed her hips and all at once shoved his tongue against her wet cunt. Selene tried to fight for a few seconds and then stopped... this is what she wanted, to be someone's little fuckslut. To feel a stranger take advantage of her. 

He began to suck on her pussylips and flick his tongue against her clit, tasting her sweet juices.. she tasted just like a warm peach. He moved his hands down off her hips and to her ass pulling her cheeks apart and rubbing her bud with his thumb. Pulling himself back he grabbed her by the hips again and turned her around, standing up and looking at her directly in the face "You're going to suck my cock you little bitch" he demanded. Selene undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling them along with his boxers down. 

"Fuck.. you have a huge cock!" she exclaimed as his hard dick sprang free. Getting on her knees she slipped the warm cock between her lips, running her tongue over the little slit of his dick tasting the precum leaking out. Slowly she swirled her tongue around the tip and then sucked the head... pulling back off and swirling her tongue over it again and taking his cock a little deeper.. over and over until his cock was pushing against the back of her throat and testing her gag reflex. Rick moaned and grabbed the back of her hair, guiding her head on his cock. Selene began moaning against his stiff prick sending little shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. He pulled her head back and pushed it against the under side of his cock letting her lick all the way up to the head. Selene craved his cock back in her mouth and could only imagine how good it would feel inside of her wet cunt. She reached down and began to play with her clit.. she pulled against his hand and took his cock all the way to the hilt, sucking feverently... Rick leaned his head back, his hips involuntarily fucking her sweet mouth. Feeling he was too close to coming, Rick pulled Selene up and bent her over the table and pushed his cock all the way into her little pussy. Selene yelped in surprise, she knew it was big, but it felt so much bigger inside of her... 

Rick began to fuck her slowly at first, in and out with smooth, long strokes; fighting the urge just to plow her and come. "God, you little bitch! Your cunt is so fucking tight!" her clenching muscles began to work with his strokes..

He began to fuck harder and harder, making her scream out loud. "Pull my hair! Slap my ass! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!" He was much obliged and began to fuck harder and faster, grunting and trying to fight back the wave of cum that was about to flood her little twat. "PLEASE! Fuck me harder!! I'm gonna cum baby! I'm gonna cum all over your cock! Please don't stop! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!".. Selene pushed back against Rick, feeling the release she'd been waiting for all night. 

Rick felt Selene begin to come against his dick and her pussy was clenching his cock so hard he couldn't hold back anymore. He moaned out loud and began spilling his cum deep inside of her pussy, slamming into her one final time. Selene collapsed on the table and Rick leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of her.. "I hope you're on the pill" he joked. He got up and got dressed as Selene was still panting against the table. He unloaded the pizza from the carrier and looked back as he walked headed toward the door "Let's say this one is on me"

Selene propped herself up and watched him leave, smirking to herself. Standing up she walked to the table grabbing a slice and thinking to herself "I'm gonna order from that place more often"