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Old Friend

By: StargazinGirl



Just an old friend. We'd become reacquainted last summer and had corresponded since then. It had been growing steadily hotter between us and there was only one way it was going to end up. All of those months of Email and Instant Messaging foreplay were about to come to a head. We had felt the tension building for so long now and knew that when we saw each other, there would be no stopping, no thinking about whether it was the right or wrong thing to do. There would only be heat. There would be passion and urgency.

It was surreal to step off the plane and into the terminal, glancing around until I saw him. He looked just as good as I had imagined he would, better even. Nice jeans, a sweater, blue jacket. The sparkly brown eyes, that quirky, crooked smile. Our eyes met and I smiled back, then had to look away. Holy shit, the electricity between us just about crackled in the air. Slow moving families in front of me kept me from running to him and I had to be content to shuffle, trying not to stare, pretending to be nonchalant when inside I was on fire. Every nerve in my body was humming as the distance between us closed, and finally I was there, in that tight embrace. His body, real and warm and solid, pressed against mine. I could barely breathe, I was so lost in how it all felt. 

Shortly we made it to the garage and found his car. Once inside, we kissed, the first one. It was instantly intimate, our tongues seeking and exploring, getting to know each other again. The heat went directly to my jeans and I felt the dampness start in my panties right away. I was so immediately hot for him that I would have stripped and done anything he asked, right there. His hand resting casually on my thigh was like a hot iron, searing itself into my flesh and making me ache for him. The other hand sent dozens of tiny sparks up and down my neck where he caressed me, taking my breath away. 

And we drove, out into traffic, out onto the highway. Chatting about my flight, our families, our different plans for the weekend. We only had a few hours together, and it was wonderful already. As we talked our small talk, that one hand, so very warm and strong, stroked my thigh in slow lazy circles. Each pass across my leg sent a shockwave to my crotch, with every circle getting just a little bit closer to my pussy. He was killing me and he knew it. I was wound so tight, wanting all of it right now yet wanting to make it last. I was at a loss for things to say, or what to do, so distracted by what I was feeling.

He mentioned that he had to stop at his mother's house for a moment, just to drop something off. I was grateful for the interruption but resentful that I would have to share this small amount of time with anyone. As we walked into her home, it had that vacant feeling, cold and dark – and empty. She was away on vacation, not due back for another week. He went off to another room for a moment as I stood there, praying that this was really happening. And then he was there, behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and turning me to face him. We dove into each other then, with the kind of passion that nothing is going to hold back. Our were hands roaming over each other's bodies, eager to touch everything, not wanting to miss an inch of it. Jackets hit the floor, clothes began to come undone. We were pressed so tightly into one another, our bodies connected from head to toe, yet I still yearned to be closer, to feel more of him. 

He guided me backwards into a small bedroom, kissing me hard, deeply, reflecting back the heat that I was feeling for him. Lips on necks, kisses on hot skin, soft whispers into my ear that sent chills straight through me. My shirt first, then his, landed on the floor. Our bare chests were together, mine soft and smooth, his so strong, covered with hair. My nipples were standing taut, my breasts yearning for his fingers and then his lips to touch them and taste them. His tongue and his lips left a hot trail on my flesh, burning my neck and shoulders as he kissed and licked his way across my body. Firm hands gripped my waist as his fiery tongue flicked across my nipples, and my knees were growing weak. We sank back onto the bed, falling across the middle of it, he on top of me, his hard body pressed into me, pinning me and putting me at his mercy. There was to be none. My hands gripped his broad shoulders as his mouth encircled my breast, first lightly and then drawing my nipple in deeply, hard enough to make me catch my breath. My lower body turned to liquid as he sucked first one then the other nipple, tugging gently with his lips and pulling them into his hot mouth. My hips bucked up into his groin and I could feel the length of his hardness, grinding into me. His mouth began to trace a path to my belly, tongue flicking over my skin and kissing me lightly as he went. 

Then he was there. With hardly any warning, he dove in, clamping his lips on my clit and kissing me hard there. I sucked in a breath and tried not to yell out loud. The sensation was so intense it was almost unbearable but he had me held down, forcing me to endure his mouth's assault. My hands were in his hair, clasping his head and holding him there, feeling the pressure building inside. I was close to the edge, almost there. A finger suddenly slipped inside of me, hot and strong and insistent, and I came with such force I thought I would pass out. Moaning and bucking, my back was arched and my head thrown back, I was so completely swept away by the power of my orgasm. His lips and tongue barely slowed down, gave me just a few seconds before they went back to their dance on my love spot. A second orgasm ripped through me almost immediately, just as powerful as the first, my pussy clenched on his fingers, wet and hot and throbbing. This time I had to moan out loud, I had no control over anything just then. It was sensory overload, I had to pull him away. My clit was pulsating, feeling as if it would explode. I could barely breathe and every muscle in my body was tight and shaking as he kissed my belly and breasts, soothing me.

My hands were on his lean torso as he worked his way up my heaving body, feeling his muscular form and loving the feel of him. We kissed and I could taste myself on his lips. Gentle kisses at first, becoming more insistent again as passion came over us again. His cock was rock hard and standing up, begging to be noticed and appreciated. Gently, he went over onto his back and it was my turn to be in charge. I trailed my fingers over his fine chest and tight belly, and dug my nails into his thighs, following with kisses and little bites and nibbles. His beautiful dick was there, and I moved down to be closer, flicking my tongue just a bit over the tip of it. So hard, so perfect, I just had to have a taste of him. I lowered my mouth to him, wrapping my lips tight around him and drawing him in. It was so smooth and silky yet so hard and hot. My tongue swirled around the top and then downward, licking his shaft and sucking him hungrily into my hot mouth. His legs stiffened and I knew I was getting to him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed a little, then began stroking slowly, causing a little friction. My other hand reached around and I sunk my nails into his ass cheeks, feeling them harden up as his pelvis rocked and ground beneath my lips. 

He reached into my hair, trying to stop me and pull me away but it was my turn to show no mercy. Resisting him, I doubled my efforts. My lips and tongue went wild on his cock, my hand circling him, slippery with saliva and stroking his length, harder now, applying just a bit more pressure. There would be no stopping. I felt his body tense up and his balls tighten, his moans telling me he was there. His hot load shot into my throat, surprising me with its force, my mouth and tongue trying to handle all he gave me. I collapsed on him then, spent and shaken and overcome by it all, feeling his legs twitching and smiling to myself.

His hands reached down to my shoulders, pulling me up to him and we hugged each other tightly. We kissed, sweet soft kisses. No passion now, we were spent, but full of genuine affection. Quiet minutes passed, no words, just soothing touches, warm kisses on skin. I looked into his eyes, feeling comfortable and content just lying there next to his strong body. I knew we had to leave soon and this would be over – we were going in different directions, and I knew it would be a long time before I saw him again. I couldn't help but feel grateful for our time together, as if I had visited a wonderful land full of undiscovered treasure. I would hold those moments close to my heart always, knowing that they were a special secret just for us, and hope that I would get to travel there again someday with him.

Old Friend



I hunched my coat up as the rain drizzled down. I was waiting at the bus stop, waiting for the 28, the one I had caught when I was younger. Everything reminded me of my childhood (although it was only 5 years since I had caught the bus home after school or whatever, it had been almost 10 on this bus because we had moved). The streets looked the same, everything sounded the same, and the same odd smell permeated the air, a mixture of oil and smoke.

There was a loud noise and I noticed that the bus had pulled up next to me. I climbed on, paid the driver and sat upstairs. From above, I recognised almost everything. As the bus moved off I knew which way it would turn and where, everything coming back into my mind. I was catching this bus because I needed to meet a client for my business. My car was in for services, so I had to catch the bus. Suddenly, we had pulled up next to some houses. Ahhh, I thought. I remember these houses. This is where Rachel had lived. Rachel had been a girl in my class, who used to catch my bus. I had had such a huge crush on her. She hated me though.

Someone got on and climbed upstairs and I carried on looking outside the windows. The journey was brief and as I turned to climb back down the stairs, I collided with the only other person on the bus. I instantly noticed hoe hot they were. She had about 32d breasts, and long black hair. I looked up, and recognised her.

"Rachel?" I asked, amazed. "Rachel Oak?" She looked up at me.

"Yes?" she asked. Then she realised who I was. "Oh, my god! It's so good to see you again!" she practically shouted, hugging me. I loved the feel of those large breasts pressed firm against me. We climbed off the bus and walked and talked for a while. When I reached my destination, I turned to say goodbye, but saw that she was working there too!

"You work here?" I asked her.

"Only today," she replied. "I'm interviewing the boss, to see whether my company should buy this one. "You?" she asked.

"Same. Except I'm here to install a new computer system," I answered. As we walked in the receptionist greeted us and we went our separate ways.

I sat down to my lunch, which was typical canteen shit. I started to eat it though, because I was so hungry. Suddenly, someone sat down at my table. I looked over. It was Rachel.

"Funny," I said. "Back at high school, you wouldn't have even considered sitting next me. You hated me."

"Now don't say that, I didn't hate you. In fact, I had quite a crush on you," she replied.

"Really?" I asked. "I had a huge crush on you." She looked into my eyes. "Really, really huge." And then I knew. She felt the same. But I was too embarrassed.

"So, what company do you work for?" I asked, trying to interrupt.

"Shhh," she said, putting her finger to my lips. "You know what we both want." And I did. I was in love.

I walked back from the canteen, feeling odd. I had found it. Love. I had waited so long, and it had been found in a fluky coincidence. Suddenly I heard running footsteps behind me. I turned. Rachel was running towards me, her long, black hair flowing out behind her.

"Rachel?" I said. She reached me, and opened her mouth. I thought she was going to speak, so I stood there, but before I knew it, she had pushed me up against the wall and her lips had met mine. I encircled her with my arms, and pulled her closer to me. Those large breasts rubbed against my chest. She dragged me down the corridor and pulled me into the coat closet. There was a large empty space in the middle of the room, and she stood in it, slowly removing her panties. I had such a hard-on. I unzipped my jeans and took out my member. It stood there, at attention, and I ran to her. I kissed her passionately on the lips and pushed her against the wall.

She moaned and squirmed as I rubbed my cock against the slit of her pussy. I wanted to rip the clothes off her. I couldn't wait any longer and pushed my cock into her pussy. Suddenly, I hit a boundary. I looked up at her, shocked.

"You're a virgin?" I asked. She nodded. I smiled and continued. She winced in pain, but then it was over. Some blood trickled down her leg. I entered into her all the way, and began to pump. She moaned and began to move with me and I began to pump harder. I knew I was about to cum, so I buried by head in her tits, which were still within the confines of her shirt. And then we came. She let out a massive scream as a huge orgasm washed over her, and I shot my load deep into her. A came for what seemed like hours, and then we both collapsed on the floor.

I couldn't wait for the bus journey home. We met outside the office and when we got on the bus, we were the only ones on it. When we got upstairs, I noticed that the mirror was broken, and so the driver couldn't see what we were doing. When she sat down, I sat next to her.

The bus lurched off, and immediately I went to my knees. I pulled her panties away and she gasped. I buried my face in her slit, licking and kissing all over. She moaned and came all over the seat.

I sat back up, pleased with myself, when she went down on her knees. Now I hadn't expected that. She pulled out my member and kissed the tip, slowly licking the pre-cum. I couldn't help but moan as she deep-throated it, it felt like an incredibly small cunt. I couldn't hold it in, and came deep into her throat, and she swallowed it all.

As we walked in to her apartment, she turned and smiled at me. This is going to be sweet, I thought. And I was right…



Old Friend



She sat at her computer.  The blue light only partially lit up the large room.  “It’s too dark, she thought to herself as she typed, “This can’t be good for my eyes.”  She was too lazy to get up and turn on any lights though, so she sat there and continued her task until she heard the familiar whine of the modem connecting her computer to the internet.  There was nothing worse than opening your inbox to find nothing, which happened to her more often than not.  She couldn’t stop herself from checking though, so her disappointment seemed endless.  Secretly she hoped to hear from him.  She didn’t really expect it, it had been close to a year, but she continued to check, hopeful with each attempt that she would receive something from him.  She used to.  She used to get emails from him a lot.  At the time she thought maybe she heard from him too much, like he was too eager, almost insincere.  She missed that.  Although plentiful, emails from him were always thoughtful, and usually extremely witty.  It had inspired the same from her and she had never felt more clever or attractive then when the days when they had communicated.  She wondered what he was doing now as she slowly signed on to her email account.  As the page loaded she saw she had received 8 new messages since this morning.  “Probably just junk mail,” she reasoned.  She clicked on the inbox and began to assess her mail.  Suddenly an email address jumped out at her and she immediately disregarded all her other mail.  “This could not possibly be from him.”  She clicked on the email in question in amazement.  It seemed an eternity before the message appeared on her screen.  It was.  I was him.  Her heart stopped.  Why had he emailed her now?  She had tried to contact him a couple of months back and received no response, she had though for sure that he had simply forgotten about her.  But here it was, a message, she hardly had the courage to sit and read it.  What could he possibly have to say?  She opened her eyes and focused on the screen.  

Karen,
I got your message.  Sorry for the late response, but I wondered whether or not I should respond at all.  I don’t want to interfere with you and your husband.  I know… well I think we should talk.  Let me know what you think.
JM

Not a long message.  She read it through three times before she could fully take it in.  He had responded.  He remembered.  He was probably right not to respond sooner.  He did distract her from her husband.  She loved Jim but she often found herself wondering about John Madison and what could have happened if she had let it.  Sometimes she wished that she had.  The chemistry between them had been undeniable.  She had never been tempted before John.  Not once.  But John was different.  His smile intrigued her, his wit captivated her, and his sex appeal drew her.  She found it hard to control herself around him.  Her body ached to let him touch her as she remembered the night they had finally gotten to really speak to each other.  She had held back, and at the time she was grateful, but now?  What had her restraint gotten her?  Fantasies that can never be fulfilled?  A desire that continues to grow in her imagination until she can hardly think of anything else?  She glanced down at the email in front of her.  He had responded.  She sighed.

John,
So glad you responded.  I was beginning to wonder if you even remembered me at all.  You’re right, you are the worst kind of distraction for me.  Trouble with a capital T.  But I just can’t stop.  What can we do?
Karen

Her response seemed trite, not at all up to par to their original correspondence.  She didn’t feel up to revising it though and sent it anyway before she lost her nerve.  She waited weeks for his response.  When it finally came she drew her breath.  She felt shivers move though her as she opened the email and began to read it.  It was almost as if he was here again, and not in Savannah, God she wished he was here.  

Karen,
Not much to do.  Some things just weren’t meant to be.  But never forget, I most certainly do remember you.  I remember you every day.  I remember you in my sleep.  
John

She read it through again.  Jesus he was intense.  It both scared and invigorated her.  She gathered her courage to respond.

John,
I remember you too.  I remember as Jim touches me, I remember as I touch myself.  I have looked back on that night and wondered what would have happened if I had gone home with you.  I ache to have the memory of you touching me, but instead have only my imagination.  
Karen

That sounds so corny she scolded herself as she read through her response.  By reflex she hit send anyway, almost as if to do it before she could change her own mind.  What is he going to think of me?  I sound like some creepy stalker chick, oh Lord.  He was never going to respond.  To her surprise the next evening she opened up her inbox to find an email from John Madison in her inbox.  She clicked on the message and closed her eyes as the page opened on her computer screen.

Karen,
If I were there with you… I can’t even get into this…  Do I have the nerve?  Lightly I would touch your breast… tracing her nipples softly with my fingertips.  I would lean in and gently brush your neck with my lips… running them down your neck to your shoulder… gently I would unbutton your shirt and slip off you bra strap… I would trace the nape of your neck with my fingers and run them down your arms as I leaned in to softly kiss you…  GOD WOMAN… I can’t even get into the rest… 
John

She couldn’t believe her eyes.  She was incredibly horny and desperately afraid Jim would wake up and catch her.  But catch her doing what?  Was she really doing anything wrong?  Was this wrong?  God she hoped not because it made you hot… she couldn’t believe how much he turned her on.  What was it about him?  How did he do this to her?  She couldn’t find the nerve to respond to this last email.  It sat there in her inbox.  She frequently re-read the email, used it to get herself off.  She found it hard not to think of him.  At work, at home, in bed.  He was everywhere.  She woke one morning after a particularly vivid dream, got dressed and began her walk to work.  As she left the house she tried to shake the thought of him from her mind.  Just as he was beginning to fade she looked across the street and saw him standing at the corner.  She vigorously shook her head to erase the vision.  She really was going insane.  She continued to walk.  The vision began speaking.  Calling her name.  She really needed to see someone about this.  When she felt a tap on her shoulder, she was afraid to turn around.  It was just a vision right?  She turned and was facing him.  He stood in front of her.  His wavy brown hair was tousled and hung slightly in front of his eyes.  She lost her breath.  He spoke first.

“I had to be in town for a conference,” he said.
“Oh,” was all she could muster.
“I wanted to see you.”
“I see,” where were her words?
“Can we… go somewhere?”
She nodded, still unable to find a complete sentence.
He motioned toward a hotel across the street.  “I’m staying here.”

They walked toward his room.  He was talking but she couldn’t comprehend the situation and his words weren’t sinking in.  As they entered his room all she could think about was being late for work.

“John… I am going to be late for… “
He interrupted her, “I know, this won’t take long, I’m sorry… I…” His voice trailed off.
He was leaning toward her.  She felt his breath now.  He was getting closer.  His cheek brushed hers and she shivered.  Slowly his lips began to gently nibble on her neck.  She wanted to stop this, but she couldn’t.  All the fantasy was finally becoming reality… she felt helpless.  She felt his hands now.  Gently he was touching her.  Tracing her breasts through her silk blouse.  One hand began to travel down her body.  Before she knew it her skirt was hiked up over her hips and his fingers were exploring her.  His mouth had moved from her shoulder to her chest and her blouse lay strewn on the couch beside her.  She had lost herself now, she couldn’t stop what was happening.  She saw her own hand reaching for him now.  She felt his hardness pressed against her thigh and ached for it.   She fumbled to unbutton and unzip his fly until she could finally feel him in her hands.  Slowly she bent down and took him into her mouth.  She traced her tongue around the head of his penis and then took him deep within her mouth, to the back of her throat.  She pressed her tongue against him and continued to suck at him.  He gently motioned for her to lie on the couch.  She responded and he began to explore her.  His mouth closed over her clitoris and he began to suck.  The feeling of his tongue on her left her weak, all thoughts of protest were long forgotten as she felt him.  She begged him to enter her and suddenly he did.  He entered her with such force that she yelped.  His strength was amazing.  As he thrust into her, she closed her eyes and savored the moment.

When it was over they rested together on the couch.  He was staring at her, she was staring back.  They couldn’t break the stare.  She lay there, and suddenly she didn’t care about work, or for that moment, about Jim either.  She broke their stare and closed her eyes and thought about the fantastic reality they had just created.  It was worth every moment, she thought.



Old Friend



Greg was an old army buddy of mine and he was in town for only a few days. He'd moved to Arizona right after retirement while I'd went home to Ohio. We were catching up and telling war stories and drinking and generally just acting silly. He'd never met my new wife and they were telling each other stories and telling stories on me as well. We finally wound up in the living room, Greg and Helen sprawled on the couch while I had my usual easy chair.

"Remember that time we went to that nude beach?" asked Greg.

"Yeah, and I remember how bad we got sunburned because we laid on our stomachs all day," I laughed.

"I've never been to a nude beach," said Helen. "I don't know if I could."

"Why not?" Greg asked.

"Because I'm not pretty enough," she sighed.

"Oh, bullshit," I said, "you'd be the prettiest woman there."

"You're my husband and you've got to say that," she pouted.

"You really are," said Greg, "and I don't have to say it."

"No, I'm too fat, this skirt just hides it well."

"Stand up," I told her. "Greg and I will be the judges."

Helen stood up and slowly turned all around in front of us. I told her to turn away from us and bend over we wanted to look at her butt. She laughed as she did just as I'd suggested and Greg gave her a 9 while I gave her an 8. She turned back to me and asked why I only gave her an eight. I told her I would have given her higher marks if I'd gotten a better look, it was kind of dark in here after all. Helen smiled and turned back around and this time she lifted the hem of her skirt while she bent over. 

Greg whistled and I told her she was up to a 9. "Want to go for a ten?"

She didn't say anything, instead she lifted the hem and swayed her hips as she gave us both an excellent view of her beautiful little ass. When we had both complimented her and with a perfect ten from each of us, she blushed and quickly sat down.

I got up and turned on the radio and found a slow rock station, then asked Greg if he enjoyed watching my wife.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed as he turned to Helen. "You really turn me on!"

My wife just smiled and as she got up, she flipped up her skirt again to give us another peek at her firm buttocks. I asked her to get us another beer while she was in the kitchen fixing her a drink. We finished our beers just as Helen brought us another round. When a slow song came on the radio, I took Helen's hand and helped her to her feet and we slowly danced across the living room. When I had her back to Greg, I slipped my hands down and grabbed her ass and when she slapped at my hands, I lifted the hem of her skirt almost to her waist. We finished the dance in the same way, me trying to lift her skirt and Helen trying to stop me. We broke apart laughing and sat back down and finished our drinks. Helen surprised me by turning to Greg and asking him to dance with her, as it was only fair after all. He quickly agreed and helped her to her feet and into his arms.

I noticed Greg had an erection when they finally broke apart and sat back down, but I pretended not to notice. When my wife went to fix us another round of drinks, he tried to stammer an apology for getting a boner when he was dancing with Helen, but I cut him off and assured him I wasn't upset in the least. In fact I was happy he found her beautiful and sexy, so I asked him if he'd ever had a threesome.

"I've been with two women at the same time, but never with another guy and a girl."

"Oh, I was just wondering as that's her fantasy, being with two guys at the same time."

"I didn't say I wouldn't ever be with another man and a woman, just that I never have," he chuckled. "I'd love to fuck your wife."

"All we have to do is talk her into it, because it is up to her after all."

"Absolutely," he agreed, and we changed the subject when Helen returned with our drinks.

She sat down on the couch next to Greg and we continued to talk until another slow song came on the radio. Greg jumped up and grabbed Helen's hand, pulling her to her feet and he asked her to dance because this was his favorite song of all time. She quickly agreed and I settled back to watch the show.

Greg didn't waste much time, he dropped his hands down and grabbed her firm ass within a few seconds. Helen laughed and pulled them back up to her waist, but when he dropped his hands back down, slower this time, and gently squeezed her ass she didn't do anything but dance closer to him. This time when the dance was over, he didn't make any attempt to hide his erection. When he led Helen back to the couch, he lingered in front of her to show off his huge bulge as he took a drink from his beer. I caught my wife staring at his crotch, after all it was only inches from her face and impossible to ignore.

I managed to get two of the next several dances, and when Greg finally excused himself to unload some of that beer, I grabbed Helen and pulled her into my lap.

"Kiss me quick," I whispered, "before Greg gets back."

She smiled and gave me a quick kiss, then I asked her if she wanted to ask Greg to join us in the bedroom and she gave me a shy smile and asked me if that's what I really wanted and I told her it was entirely up to her but I would love to watch her suck another man off. She didn't say anything, but she kissed me again and I caught her hair and tangled my fingers into her dark strands. I continued to kiss her until she melted in my arms and then slipped my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. She jumped when I touched her pussy, but she was too horny to make me stop and I quickly found her clit. Her tiny pussy was so wet, my finger slipped right into her tender folds as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She was moaning so loud, that I didn't think she heard the bathroom door open, but she either heard that or the light switch clicking off because she quickly untangled herself and was smoothing her skirt when Greg got back to the room.

He laughed and told us not to stop on his account, and when Helen tried to tell him we weren't doing anything, he told her she was fibbing and that wasn't nice. Then he told her it was okay with him if she was afraid to kiss her own husband in front of company. My wife bristled a little at this remark and she reacted just like I knew she would. She jumped back into my lap and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me long and hard.

When we finally broke apart, she looked over at Greg and asked him if he wanted a kiss too, which he quickly agreed to and she quickly leaned over and gave him a little peck on the lips. Greg tried to grab her, but she skipped away and told us she had to excuse herself for a minute, but she'd be right back.

I was beginning to wonder what had happened to her when she finally returned and I knew what had taken her so long. Helen was wearing some see-thru little teddy with stockings, garter belt, thong panties and a lacy pair of gloves. To top it off, she'd put on make-up and combed her dark hair out to cascade it down over her shoulders and accent her pale breasts.

She slowly paraded around the living room, making quite a show of gathering up her cigarettes and drink then she turned and wiggled over to straddle my legs and kiss me full on the mouth. She rubbed against me for a few seconds, then slipped from my lap and gave me a wink as she turned her attention to Greg.

She eased into his lap and hesitantly kissed him as she slipped her arms around his neck. The next kiss was longer and on the third one, my wife started to wiggle her hips and grind against him until he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight. With a sigh, she laughed and managed to get to her feet.

"Let's get you out of those jeans, all that strain must be uncomfortable."

It didn't take Greg any time to kick his shoes and jeans under the couch while Helen helped pull his shirt over his head. Then she pushed him back against the cushions and dropped to her knees between his legs. Greg's cock wasn't as long as mine, but it was certainly bigger around. It looked like my wife was holding a can of soda as she slowly stroked his hard cock.

Helen started teasing him by gently flicking her tongue over the head with a quick swipe all the way around every now and again. Suddenly, she bobbed her head and took the entire head in her mouth, making Greg gasp and she went back to just licking the tip with little circles. She alternated this treatment for several minutes until Greg was moaning and trying to guide her head down onto his throbbing cock. Finally she relented and took the head in her mouth and slowly forced more and more of his thick cock into her mouth and down her throat.

She managed to get almost half of his shaft down her throat before she started stroking him as she just bobbed her head and sucked a little harder. With a moan, Greg grabbed a handful of her hair and I watched as he shot a huge load into my wife's greedy mouth. She didn't ease up when he came either and she even managed to force another inch or two of his cock down her throat as she milked him dry but she finally allowed his half-hard cock to escape, licked her lips and smiled.

"Now it's my turn," she purred as she slipped off her panties. "I'll see you two in the bedroom!"

"I'll be there in a minute," sighed Greg as he smiled weakly. "I've never had a blow-job like that before!"

My wife positively beamed at this compliment and it was no wonder she almost dragged me to our bedroom, ripped my clothes off, pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top. She was so wet, she took every inch of my rock-hard cock and with a moan she rocked back and forth, grinding her clit hard against my hips. I felt her pussy get wetter than I'd ever felt it before and she bit her lip as she started to cum. With a gasp, she suddenly dropped over top of me, pulled her knees up under her and eased off me.

I kissed her and felt her jump when Greg stepped up behind her and ran his hand over the cheek of her ass, but when he slipped a finger inside her pussy, she moaned and wiggled back against his hand. She pushed back until she was just at the edge of the bed and as she took my cock in her mouth, Greg was guiding his cock between her legs.

When his cock first touched her pussy, I felt Helen tense up a little bit and when he finally entered her, I knew because she almost swallowed my entire ten inches. We finally managed to find a rhythm and Helen quickly came on Greg's huge shaft as he held her hips and pounded into her tight pussy. I quickly untangled myself and allowed them to roll over on to the bed and Greg ended up on top of my wife, his cock still buried in her trembling cunt.

He raised up on his hands and started fucking her in long, steady strokes, almost taking his cock all the way out of her. When Helen started moaning and he'd shortened his strokes, I knew they were almost ready to explode. Within seconds, I was proven right by a huge grunt from Greg and a yell from my wife as they tangled themselves in a knot.

When Greg finally rolled over, I quickly took his place and rammed my cock into my wife's dripping cunt. I don't know if it actually felt weird to have my cock in there knowing it had just been filled by another man, but it certainly was weird to think about it. I just know I didn't last three strokes before I added my juices to theirs!

After we had all calmed down and each had a cigarette going, my wife sighed and said that was wonderful and that we had to go grocery shopping tomorrow because we now had to feed three people for the week.



Old Friend



I was traveling recently on business, and happened to run into an old girlfriend in the airplane on the return trip. We dated for several months a few years back, and due to mutual differences, we amicably parted ways. We did however, share some incredible times, especially when it came to our sex lives. We seemed to be very compatible in bed, and we both got pretty good at driving the other crazy.

The airplane was quite empty, so we decided to share a row of seats. We talked about each other's new life events, and caught each other up on our recent pasts. Of course, as the flight progressed, so did the conversation turn to private lives, new and old. We found out that we were both currently unattached, and then we began talking about the fun times we had together. We reminisced about old friends, and some of the choice sexual encounters we shared. It really seemed like we were so good for each other, and things were so much like old times again. 

As we were reliving those exciting past days, I felt myself getting quite excited and felt that familiar stirring in my crotch. It seemed especially exciting talking so openly about those times, and I think Sue felt the same way. A few times I saw her glancing at my "uncomfortable state," and she just smiled and said that this was having the same effect on her too. Her knowing how much she was turning me on made me get yet more excited. 

She said if I was game, she had an idea she thought I might enjoy. Given the tone of her voice, I just agreed. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I knew to trust her sense of adventure, so I waited patiently for her move. Soon, the flight was landing, and I looked at her quizzically. She just smiled and said not to worry. We deplaned together and she led us to one of those airport private club areas. 

She went ahead and had a few words with one of the women working there. The other woman looked at me and smiled and led us to a nearby conference room, led us inside, and closed the door with a smile.

We went into the conference room, and Sue came towards me slyly. We embraced and started kissing. Soon, our tongues were dancing in and out of each other's mouths, and her hands grabbed my ass and pulled my aching crotch against her stomach. She pushed her crotch against my leg and rubbed herself. She started kissing and biting my neck; she remembered how much that drives me crazy. I lifted her blouse from her skirt, and slid a hand to cup her breast. I felt her gasp as I played with her hard nipple through her bra. I unclasped her bra, and my hand found the soft flesh of her breast. This time I gasped at the incredible fullness of her breast in my hand.

I bent forward to take her breast in my mouth, and sucked hard on her rock-hard nipple. She took the opportunity to grab the front of my pants with her free hand, and squeeze my truly aching cock. She rubbed me with the palm of her hand, and moved my cock around inside my pants to create incredible friction between my sensitive cock head and my undershorts. She used to be able to make me come in my pants by doing that.

I managed to slide her underpants down beneath her skirt, and slid my finger against her moist slit. She moaned softly as I kept sucking on her nipple, and I slid one finger slowly into her wet pussy. She grabbed my cock firmly in her hand and pulled me up to kiss her fully on the lips. She pulled my hand from her crotch and looked me full in the eyes as she slipped my finger wet with her juices into her mouth. She softly closed her lips around my finger and sucked it firmly. The feeling was intense, and she knew the effect this was having on me. 

She pulled my finger from her lips and guided me to sit on the edge of the table. She started undoing my belt and told me that there was something she wanted to show me that she thought I would enjoy. I was pretty speechless at this point and would have done almost anything to continue this encounter. I just nodded and told her to proceed.

Sue finished to undo my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. My cock was sticking out and up creating quite the tent inside my boxer shorts. She took her time and pulled those down too. She still had yet to touch the skin of my hardness, and she knew the anticipation was what I liked. She took her time and pulled a chair and positioned it in between my legs. She sat down and ran her hands up and down my legs telling me how much she used to enjoy making me crazy. I told her she did then and still does now. I asked her what this "new thing" was she was going to show me. 

She brought one hand to my face and caressed my lips and the other hand took hold of the base of my cock. She looked at me and said, "I want you to suck on my fingers the way you want me to suck on your cock." 

Her one hand stroked the sensitive underside of my cock while the other parted my lips slightly for encouragement. 

Then she said, "you'll get the picture."

I instinctively flicked at her fingertip which was just slightly in my mouth. Sue dipped her head to my cock and took the tip also slightly into her mouth and flicked at the tip. At first I just gasped and relished the feeling of her mouth on me. She encouraged me further by pushing her finger deeper into my mouth while sinking her mouth deeper on my cock. Then I began to get the picture. She would translate everything my mouth was doing to her finger to her mouth on my cock. I sucked harder on her finger and slid my tongue firmly along the underside of her slim finger. I pulled her finger in and out a few times continuing to suck with firm pressure. Sue kept true to her word, and followed suit and did the very same motions to my aching member. I let my hand rest on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her smooth hair. While one of Sue's hands was busy in my mouth, the other was grasping the base of my shaft.

I pulled her finger out and nibbled at the tip and down the sides. I looked down and enjoyed the view of this gorgeous woman's head in my lap. 

We continued this game for a few more minutes when Sue stopped and looked up at me and said, " Well? What do you think?"

I told her the feeling was absolutely intense, and I didn't know how much longer I could last. She promptly replied, "I'll take care of that. I think I remember how to finish you off." She winked at me, smiled and returned her mouth to my cock with abandon. She massaged my balls in one hand and sucked me deeply into her mouth. She applied firm pressure with her mouth and began to bob up and down with her head. She pumped the base of my cock with the other hand and I felt that familiar stirring in my groin. 

I told her how good that felt and she just groaned in acknowledgement and continued her expert ministrations. I let my hands rest on the back of her head again and let her take over. I knew I was going to come soon, and I knew Sue knew by my motions and my breathing. She kept an excruciatingly slow but steady rhythm on me and I felt myself tip over the edge as my orgasm hit. I shot my come into Sue's awaiting mouth as she kept pumping my cock. I tried to keep my groans of sheer pleasure down as not to attract attention and Sue kept swallowing my seed. I managed to return to earth and Sue released my cock from her mouth once she sucked every drop from me. 

I must have had quite a dumb, happy smile, because Sue said, "I thought you'd enjoy that. Now it's my turn."

With that, she jumped up next to me on the table and guided me to the chair she previously occupied. I took my time and slowly raised her skirt up to her hips, and she helped me by raising herself up to allow me better access. I bent forward and took her breast in my mouth again, and slid one hand down to her moistness. Sue pulled my head to her chest with one hand, and covered my hand with the other. After a couple of moments of teasing her, Sue pulled my hand to her mouth and sucked the juices off. I took that as my cue and made myself comfortable between her legs. The sight and smell of her wonderful pussy brought back memories of our past, and continued to stir my desire at this encounter. She sucked my fingers up and down and pressed her tongue between my two fingers. 

I in turn licked her pussy lips up and down and then inserted my tongue slowly into her canal. She moaned her approval, and flicked her tongue at the space where my index finger joins my long finger. I took this to be where she wanted me to concentrate, and I flicked at her clitoris just as she was doing to my hand. Then as I felt her suck hard at my hand I could feel her tongue dancing and darting at the palm of my hand between her lips. 

It's quite amazing the sensations the skin of one's hand can feel, and I wasted no time in translating this to my tongue on her clit. 

I could tell she was enjoying this, because her breathing was getting shallow and quicker, and her movements were getting more urgent. I could feel the steady stroking her tongue was giving my hand, and I stroked her pleasure center just the way she wanted me to. 

I used my free hand to hold her pussy open for me, and then slid one, then two fingers deep inside her. She kept sucking at that spot on my hand, so kept up my hand and mouth action on her sex. I twirled my fingers inside her and pushed them in as deep as they would go, never forgetting to do exactly as her mouth told me to do. Sue obviously didn't want to be teased any more this day, and I kept up my rhythm on her. I could sense her urgency as her orgasm approached. I felt her hands tighten on my head as she came on my mouth. She was not as good as I was in keeping her voice down, but me ears were sandwiched between creamy thighs, I wasn't sure how much she yelled. Her hips rocked against my mouth as her climax rocked her body. I held her tightly throughout her passion and as she came down, she pulled me up to her and kissed me fully on the lips, tasting her own juices. 

As we kissed, Sue's hand snaked down and continued to play with my still-hard cock. She deftly inched herself forward so that my cock slid easily into her waiting pussy. She pulled my ass towards her and I sank into the lovely recess of her sex. I held her breasts in my hands and played with her nipples. We kissed deeply, tongues flicking and dancing with each other. She nibbled at my earlobe, and then began to bite my neck. She knew what this was doing to me, and I picked up the rhythm of my hard cock sliding in and out. 

She then leaned back and steadied herself with her hands behind her. I relished the sight of this beautiful woman in front of me, breasts bouncing with each thrust, and watching my glistening cock moving into her. 

We smiled at each other and she said, "I want to feel you come inside me this time." 

Just hearing those words from her mouth was enough to send me over the edge again, and I burst my load inside her as she bid. Sue was right behind me and I felt her orgasm hit her as well. We grasped at each other and held each other close as out mutual climaxes subsided. 

I was virtually speechless, but I know Sue could tell by my reactions to her advances that I was more than satisfied with her new adventurous approach. We composed ourselves, and parted the conference room, and received a knowing smile from the woman who guided us in there. I don't know what will happen to this relationship, but I think new potential has been realized.



Old Friend



I was wandering through the mall after doing a bit of late night shopping on Thursday night. There weren't many people around so I figured enough was enough and headed for the exit.

I was passing one of those classy little boutiques that pop up in the mall every so often. They thrive for a while and then seem to vanish again. What attracted my attention was the woman lounging bored on the counter at the back of the store.

Cherri had been my girlfriend a few years back. I say girlfriend advisedly, as it had never been more than a boy/girl sort of thing. Me wanting, but not really knowing what I wanted, and too nervous to ask her in case she did know and laughed at me. I thought I'd wander in and say hullo.

Cherri was surprised to have a customer enter, even more surprised to find it was an old wannabe boyfriend. She laughed in surprise and we fell to talking about the things that we'd done over the last few years, catching up on mutual friends that had drifted away from one or the other of us.

I mentioned that there seemed to be a lack of custom right then, and Cherri laughed. 

"You've got that right," she said. "This time of the evening is dead. It may pick up for a short while just before we close, but right now, nothing."

"Then that gives me an idea," I said, smiling. "I assume that you're allowed to take the occasional break if you need one?"

At her nod, I continued.

"One of the things I really regret from when we were together is the fact that I was always too nervous to get into your pants. Why don't you shut up for a short while and let me take you into the back room and make up for what I missed."

Cherri giggled. "Right," she said. "As though that's going to happen."

I just continued smiling at her. "Why not?"

"Why not? Because people just don't do that sort of thing," she told me.

"Of course they do. All the time. I bet that twenty percent of the staff in this place have been screwed while at work. Actually, it's probably nearer fifty percent. These places are real dens on iniquity."

"Well I haven't," Cherri said, thinking that this would finish the conversation.

"Then why should you miss out? All you need to do is stick up a little 'back in ten minutes' sign, and then I can take you out back and slowly peel those clothes off you, tasting your breasts as I take off your bra, cupping your pussy through your panties so you can anticipate what is going to happen once I peel them down."

Cherri flushed. "You're certainly not as nervous as you used to be," she observed. "But we could get caught. They're cameras in the back room."

"They're only checked if stuff goes missing," I pointed out, "and there won't be cameras in the changing room. We can use one of those. The biggest one you have," I added. "With mirrors in it."

"I couldn't," said Cherri, but I didn't reply this time. She'd stopped arguing with me and was now arguing with herself.

"No, really," she said, looking at me. "We'd never get away with it."

"Why not? You're entitled to a short break if nature calls and nature is definitely calling. It's not your fault that there's no-one to take over. Just shut up for a little while and be open before the last half hour rush starts."

She was tempted, I could see. An illicit break during work, and the thought of some forbidden sex was also appealing. She'd be able to giggle with her friends and say 'one night at work...'.

Suddenly she opened a drawer under the counter and pulled out some keys and a small sign. She closed the doors and locked them before hanging up the sign. Then she returned and indicated that I should follow her.

Cherri didn't take me to the back room but into a large changing room, with mirrors all around.

"We use this room for groups," she told me. "Especially bridesmaids all trying on the same type of dress. This'll be a first for this room."

Looking around, I shook my head. 

"I wouldn't bet on it," I told her. "A room like this, some of the other staff have probably been tempted, possibly even during busy periods. Ever have a staff member go missing at times."

Cherri looked shocked, then her eyes opened and she suddenly seemed very thoughtful. I wondered who she suspected of being up to sexual shenanigans?

Cherri seemed to relax more once it occurred to her that she wasn't the only one to make illicit use of the changing room. She smiled at me and reached up to undo her blouse, and looked slightly startled when I stopped her.

"I said that I would be taking your clothes off, not you," I explained, my hands now reaching for the buttons she had been about to open.

Taking my time I flicked them open, edging her blouse a little more open after each button was released. Very soon her breasts were on display, cupped in a white lacy bra. True to my word, I bent and kissed each breast while I continued with the buttons. Finally finishing, I slid her blouse off her shoulders and hung it on one of the wall hooks.

Turning Cherri around I undid her bra, then slipped the straps over her shoulders and let the bra drop away, freeing her breasts. Tossing the bra onto a hook, I stood behind Cherri, my hands coming up to cup her breasts while she watched in the mirror. I nibbled on her neck while gently squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples.

Still standing behind her, I undid the clip and zip at the side of Cherri's skirt, letting it slip down. Letting her step out of it, I added it to a hook and stepped behind her again. Now she was down to pantyhose and panties.

Taking her pantyhose I slowly rolled them down, baring her legs. Cherri stood still, looking in the mirror, watching herself be slowly stripped. Tossing the pantyhose onto a bench, I stood and reached around to cup Cherri's breasts again.

A gentle squeeze of her breasts and my hands stared travelling down her front, sliding over her tummy and onto her panties. Onto, not under.

Cupping her mound through her thin panties I rubbed her pussy, reminding her that this was a preliminary, with closer contact to come. I hooked her panties at the back, dragging them slowly down over her bottom. It didn't take long for her cheeks to be free of the panties, while her pussy was still covered, but as I continued to drag at them the front of the panties started to creep down, slowly uncovering Cherri's mons and then her lips.

Cherri was watching it all, the slow divesting of her clothes, the gradual exposure of her nakedness, and her breath was becoming harsher as excitement started agitating her breasts and loins. Her body knew it was going to be possessed and was already adapting, getting ready for the pleasure to come.

Now that Cherri's panties were down it was the work of a moment to strip them off and toss them aside. Still kneeling from the panty removal I gently tugged Cherri around to face me, her pussy level with my face.

Tapping an ankle to encourage her to move her legs apart, I licked slowly along her labia, sliding my tongue into the groove between her lips, the rapid licking motion teasing her lips to part slightly, encouraging those inner folds of flesh to blossom and rise.

Satisfied that her pussy knew that it was on alert, I slowly rose, muzzling Cherri's body all the way back up to her breasts, where I again set to work, making sure that they knew they were loved.

Now standing, I started kissing Cherri herself, and she responded ardently. She was practically quivering with excitement, and my hand dropping down and dancing around her pussy only intensified this.

Releasing her and turning her to face one of the bigger mirrors again, I took a step back and to the side so that she could clearly see me as I undressed. Taking my time, I stripped off my shirt and singlet, tossing them to the side. (Hanging her clothes up as I went creates a good impression. No-one cared where mine went.)

Slipping off my shoes, I undid my belt and dropped my trousers, kicking them aside. There was a conspicuous bulge in front of my underpants, and I took Cherri's hand and moved it there.

She gave a little gasp as she clutched at me, and started to turn to look. Again I stopped her, telling her to look in the mirror. She did so, watching herself rubbing me through my underpants. Then her hand lifted and slid inside the waistband, wanting to feel me, not cloth.

With her hand holding me intimately, I dropped my underpants and flicked them to the side. Now I had Cherri turn sideways to the mirror, and bend forward, legs parted. Initially just rubbing her pussy while she bent over, I moved slowly into a deeper exploration, my fingers delving into those subtle folds, stirring them up.

Then I moved my cock into position. Cherri could see it advancing upon her and she seemed to forget to breathe once it actually touched her flesh and started its journey. I pushed forward, enjoying the sensation of taking this woman, driving myself slowly but surely into her, giving her time to adjust but not stopping until I was home.

When Cherri felt my pubes pressing against her she seemed to gasp and shudder, sending these little vibrations through us both.

At this stage I whispered a small apology to Cherri. The shop still waited, so I could not take my time playing with her body for half an hour or more before getting down to a thorough screwing. Instead I was going to have to start banging her right away. 

I told her that, and while she was taking it in I suddenly pulled almost fully out and then drove fully back into her, extracting a gasp as I withdrew and a small scream as I drove back in.

"Like that," I told her with a laugh, repeating the action while she squirmed with surprise. 

Then I was driving home rapidly, forcing little squeals out of her when I slammed in and gasps of anticipation when I pulled back for the next run.

I could see that Cherri's eyes were glued to the mirror, watching this cock violating her, seeing her own bottom bob to meet it, and watching her breasts sway back and forth from the violence of the pounding she was taking.

She was squealing almost constantly now, excitement running through her. I don't know what her sex life was normally like but she seemed to find this change enormously exciting. I continued to batter her, hearing her squeals coming shorter, starting to run into each other as the tempo increased.

Then I was coming and Cherri was swearing because she hadn't yet, but I maintained the pace and the Cherri was screaming while I tried to clamp my hand over her mouth as she seemed to have a seizure on my cock.

(It is not wise to have a saleswoman scream loudly during sex if the damn place is still open. You really don't want to have to explain it to security.)

We took a couple of minutes to settle down, and then Cherri rushed to get dressed again. We'd been longer that she expected and the store was supposed to be open. She rushed out the door, ripping of the sign and unlocking it, flinging keys and sign in the counter drawer.

By the time I made my leisurely way out of the changing room Cherri was leaning on the counter, looking bored.

We stood talking some more, both of us smiling, and then some customers came in. Cherri said a hurried goodbye and told me to call her, then she headed for her customers and I headed for the exit.



Old Friend and Good Times



Like most conventions, the one I attended last spring was made up of a few good sessions surrounded by hours of baloney disguised as innovation. When the weather turned sour and I had to stay overnight in a hotel that cost more than I could really afford, my mood took an additional turn downward, so I left my things in the room and went down to the second floor where I knew there was a pretty good bar. 

As I sat at my table nursing my scotch and water, I could not help but notice a gorgeous brunette come in with a man who looked to be her senior. I tried not to stare, but the woman was stunning enough that she held my attention for several seconds. While I was admiring her long brown hair and the way she filled out her low cut dress, she looked my way and smiled. Although I was somewhat embarrassed to be caught gawking, I couldn't help but think that I had seen that smile before somewhere. I smiled back to be polite, but turned my head away and pretended to look at something in the direction of the bar.

"Tom?" said a woman's voice. "Is that you?"

I turned around and there she was. The long brown hair, the deep brown eyes, and the smile that suddenly came back to me like a kick in the shin.

"Julie!" I haven't seen you in years," I nearly shouted. "I thought that was a familiar smile. How are you?"

It turned out that Julie and her husband Kent were in town for an insurance company meeting that Kent had to attend, and that they too had been stranded overnight by the snow. Julie asked if I would like to join them at their table for a drink, and I readily said yes.

Now for me, the big thing about Julie is that although we had been good friends in school, exchanging books for classes and studying together to prepare for the various finals, I had always had a huge crush on her and wanted to date her. In those days I was so like so many other young men, horribly awkward around a beautiful woman, so nothing ever came of the time we spent together except a lot of laughs and some good test scores.

When I joined Julie and Kent at their table I could not help but notice the apparent difference in their ages. Although I knew Julie was, like me, over fifty, she certainly did not look it. She had kept a fine figure, including a marvelous pair of breasts that were highlighted by the low cut of the dark red dress she was wearing. A pair of breasts I had dreamed about for years.

Kent, on the other hand had not fared as well. He looked to be a good five to ten years older than he really was. His hair, face, and hands all had the look of hard use, and he held himself in a slouched posture that seemed more appropriate to a tired, old man than the successful insurance agent he is.

We sat and talked for well over an hour about kids, careers, and people we all knew, then I excused myself to go use the restroom. As I came out, I was a bit surprised to see Kent apparently waiting for me in the hallway. Seeing my reaction, he smiled a bit, but then he took me by the elbow and led me to a corner by the hotel phone.

"Julie asked me to come talk to you," he said. "We have a bit of an idea she thinks you might be interested in, and she wanted me to approach you about it discreetly. If you like the idea, fine. If you don't we'll just go finish our drinks and leave it at that, OK?"

"OK," I said. "What's up?"

"Well, " Kent said, "Julie would like you to join us upstairs for a drink in our room. Actually, she'd like you to join us for more than that. She's wondering if you'd like to come up for some 'play' as she calls it. It's fine with me," he added quickly. "I have talked about it for years but we've never found someone we both could agree on. If you want to come up, let me go back and tell her. If you don't, we'll go back together and finish our drinks and then we'll go separate ways. It's up to you."

The pit of my stomach dropped out for a second or two, but that was all it took for me to make up my mind.

"Yes," I said, while trying hard not to sound too eager, "I think is sounds like a lot of fun. How do we go about it though?"

"I'll go back to the table and give Julie the news," he said. "You wait here for a couple of minutes, then come on over to the table and we'll finish our drinks before we head up."

The two minutes I stood there seemed like forever, but I waited before going back to the table. When I got there, Julie was gone and Kent was quietly sipping on his drink.

"Julie said to give her a few minutes to get ready, then to come on up with me," Kent said. "She wants to have everything the way she wants it," he continued. "By the way," he said, "Thanks for going along with this. We were both scared you'd turn us down cold or think we were weird or something. We appreciate it."

I have to admit, I never thought I'd have a woman's husband thank me for agreeing to have sex with his wife -- especially this one.

We finished our drinks, paid our tab, and took the elevator to the sixth floor. Kent led the way down the hall, opened the door and went in ahead of me.

When we entered the room, Kent took off his shoes, so I did the same. As the door closed I thought I could hear a faint humming coming from the room.

As we walked past the bathroom to where we could see the bed, there was the nicest shock of my life. Julie was lying there naked and slowly working a large gold vibrator over her pussy.

"I'm glad you finally got here," she giggled. "I was starting to have more fun than I wanted to without you two. Anyway, now that I'm warmed up, how about you?"

Julie turned off the vibrator and scooted down to the end of the bed. Slipping her feet over the edge, she sat up on the end of the bed and motioned for us to come closer.

She reached her hand out and started to rub both of our cocks through our slacks.

I didn't know how Kent was taking it, but I was getting hard in no time flat.

"It doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one naked," Julie said with a grin. "Why don't you both get more comfortable?"

As we both stripped, Julie watched us closely and sat on the bed gently stroking her pussy lips with her fingers.

"Now," she said, "Let's get these two lovely cocks ready for some serious fun."

Julie grabbed us both firmly by the dick and led us back to the end of the bed. She started to stroke us both, one with each hand, then started to kiss, lick, and suck the heads of both our cocks, one after the other. It wasn't long at all until we were both quite hard.

"Kent," she said, "Why don't you sit down in that chair and watch just how good of a fuck I really am."

Kent sat down in the chair in the corner and quietly started stroking his dick while Julie laid back on the bed and spread her legs.

"Eat my pussy," she said. "I want to feel your tongue in me before we fuck. Please, lick me until I just have to have your cock."

I knelt down at the foot of the bed and started to kiss my way up Julie's legs to her short-trimmed bush. When I got to her lips I could feel that they were already swollen, and when I began to slowly lap at her pussy with the flat of my tongue, I was greeted by hot, wet juice that tasted like peaches. 

My hands moved up to those wonderful tits I had wanted to caress for so long, and I played with the dark pink nipples in rhythm with my tongue. 

Julie moaned slightly as I continued to lap at her love hole, but she took a gasp when I began playing my tongue across her clit. I started in circles, but then proceeded to go through the alphabet with the tip of my tongue. I made it through all the letters twice before I could feel her get goose bumps on her tits and she clenched her legs around my head.

"Oh, FUCK" she said aloud through her teeth, "I'm gonna commmmmm!"

Her hips raised off the bed and her groans became rhythmic whines as the pleasure hit her. She kept squeezing my head so hard I could barely breathe, and finally she went nearly limp. 

"Wow!" Julie gulped. "That was a great start. Give me a few minutes to get some breath, and we'll take care of that huge erection you've got."

While I was pleasuring Julie I had pretty much forgotten about my swollen cock, but her mention of it brought my focus back to my purple member. I honestly don't think I have ever been harder in my life.

Julie scooted back up on the bed then motioned for me to come up by her. 

"Kneel on the bed," she said. "I think you'll like this."

I knelt on the bed beside her and Julie scooted over beneath my cock. With one hand she gently pulled my dick down to her left nipple. With the other hand she held her breast up toward my now throbbing cock.

"I know you've always liked my tits," she whispered. "How do you like them now?"

I wanted to say something about how wonderful it felt to fuck her nipple, but all I could get out was a groan of pleasure. As Julie swabbed my cock over her erect nipple, she looked me in the eye with the hottest expression I have ever seen or dreamed about. 

"Do you want to come on my tits or in my pussy?" she asked.

"I want to fuck you so bad I could scream," I said. "How do you want it?"

"Do me from behind, and fuck me good!"

Julie rolled over on her stomach, pulled her knees under her, and spread her legs.

"God, I'm hot," she said over her shoulder. "I really need you to fuck me now!"

Her pussy lips were sopping wet as I put the tip of my cock between them, and the steamy velvet walls of her pussy wrapped around my member like a hungry mouth. I grabbed Julie by the hips and started to pump in and out as slowly as I could to make it last, but the urgency of the moment soon took over and I was slamming into her faster each moment. As I could feel myself building to my climax I heard the vibrator come on again and felt Julie using it on her clit from underneath. The vibrations were the final straw. I could feel the tingle in my groin and the swelling of my cock as I reached the peak. Stroke after stroke I shot my load deep in her, nearly collapsing from the intensity. When I was through, I held on to Julie's hips for a moment until my softening dick slipped from her pussy.

"Whoa! That was amazing." I croaked. 

"Yeah, that was worth the wait," she smiled. We need to do that more often than once every twenty-five years or so. When is your next meeting?" she giggled.

"I agree," said Kent from his chair. "I came damn near as hard as he did just watching you two. This is definitely something we need to make a habit."

And that's how it started. We've managed to get together for two more sessions in the last year. Tomorrow I'm flying out to Denver for a four- day conference, and there is a suite reserved for the whole thing. It should be fun. 



Old Friend and New



Her mind seems to tumble from reality to what has happened not once but three times. First a mystery man and then his woman ravish her and make her feel wild and free. She may go insane from this, but she will skip happily into insanity.

That night her husband comes home as scheduled, but minus the kids. He has a gleam in his eye. He has brought a sack of finger foods and kisses her long and passionately as he greets her.

"Where are the kids?"

"Moms. I didn't want to be disturbed, besides after lunch I was starved for Dinner."

They both laugh, if he only knew. They pick at dinner and make out like two teenagers. He slips his hand under her t-shirt and massages her breast. Her hard nipples trace over his palms. Finally his fingers give attention to the nipples themselves. She sighs at his touch.

Her hands roam over his jeans. She can feel the hardness of his cock. Her fingers trace the outline and tease the head. He skin is salty for his days work. She inhales deeply as his scent turns her on. Their kisses diminish as he nibbles on her neck and shoulders. Soon, her t-shirt is pulled off and he kisses around the lacey edges of her bra. Teasing the nipples barley covered by the material.

He Stands and takes her by the hand. They head to the bathroom. MMM they will shower together. She loves this and often drags him into the shower in the mornings. Nothing better than an orgasm to start the day, sure beats coffee. They undress each other slowly and kiss and nibble each other as they do. 

The water is hot and he washes her first. His hands slide the soapy cloth over her. She loves the feel of his hands on her body. He is tender and loving and yet can be rough when the time calls for it. When his hand hits her sex she moans and her body tenses. All the sex has left her tender and hyper sensitive. He pulls her close and kisses her as his hands work her tender pussy.

She can't believe how good this feels. Her body reacts quickly and her pussy grows wetter and wetter with each stroke. She holds him for strength as her legs grow rubbery. Her eyes dilate as her body reacts and she orgasms. It is not mind bending, but still powerful. He holds her close and tenderly kisses her as she recovers.

She washes his body and pay special attention to his cock. She loves how it makes her feel and how it fills her pussy. She loves watching his reaction as she flicks the very tip with her tongue and then slowly circles it. Mmmm he tastes good. She sucks him in and begins working his cock with abandon. 

Now his legs grow week and he braces himself against the shower wall for support. He looks into her eyes and sees the need and hunger that turn him on even more. The water splashes over their skin as she works him to the point of no return. 

Pulling back she lets his hot cum slash over her face and breast. The water washes is away. Kissing her way back up to him she kisses him deeply again. The turn the water off and dry each other. His cock is semi-erect but her skilled drying has gotten it turgid again. 

He pushes her on the bed and kneels before her. His tongue slides into her pussy and he nibbles and sucks his way to her clit. There be begins writing her a love letter in cursive with his tongue. This is something he learned from the book she gave him for Valentines Day. 

The sensations are amazing and fill her with pleasure. She can feel the tingling in her belly and spreading across her body. She massages her breasts and teases her nipples as he works her pussy. This is so wonderful she never wants it to stop. He has learned some new tricks and her body and mind appreciate the effort. 

He pulls her toy from her hiding place and begins slowly working her pussy with it. He has not turned it on, but it feels great none the less. The rhythm of the toy and his tongue make her grind her hips and moan with increasing volume. He is getting her so close and then he slows, making her wait and allowing it to build.

She grabs his head and pulls him down hard on her clit. He flicks the switch on the toy and sucks her clit hard while lashing it with his tongue. Reality scurries away and her body only feels now. She is cumming and all sound and sight darken. Her pussy squirts is salty load into his eager mouth. 

She screams and convulses as her body is wracked by pleasure. He keeps the tempo matching her body's rhythm until she climaxes again. Finally he gives her relief and begins kissing up her pelvis and slowly up her stomach. Each kiss sends little shivers up and down her body. 

Reaching her breast he starts with the right breast and kisses and nibbles the under and outer edge crease. Slowly spiraling until he reaches her swollen nipples. He swirls his tongue around it and then begins giving it the same treatment he did her clit. Her body responds and she moans softly again. He moves to the left side and repeats the treatment. 

Sliding forward, she can feel his cock between her legs. Slowly it slides inside her. He begins grinding. His cock moves in and out but in a figure eight pattern as he works his hips to hit every inch of her velvety insides. Its slow and sensuous as he works her looking deep into her eyes.

"Mmmm baby, you feel so good. I love how hot and tight you are. You squirted tonight and that was Ohhh so nice." He moves and pulls you on top of a pillow moving your ass into the air. Your legs go over his shoulders and he begins slowly but very firmly thrusting deep inside you. You legs move ever forward as he leans on them. You pelvis rotates and his cock gains ever deeper access. 

His thrusts grow harder and harder as he pounds your sweet pussy. It feels amazing and you can feel your body beginning the climb towards ecstasy again. Harder and harder he thrusts and soon your cumming. He pounds you all the way through it and past. Your orgasms fade into one another. 

Pulling out he rolls you over and pulls your ass into the air. Grabbing your hips he slides inside again. Mmmm you love doggy and how it makes you feel. He slaps your ass as he again uses his hips to slowly, but firmly fuck you. The tempo increases as your body grows more charged and ready again for release. He alternates hands until both cheeks are red and tingling.

You grow ever closer and soon you feel his body tense and soon his cock throbs like a jackhammer deep inside your sex. His cum shoots deep and this touches off your orgasm. You both cum hard and collapse in a pile. Breathing hard and covered in sweat. 

After a brief nap you awake and find him sleeping softly. You uncover him and start licking his sleeping cock. It slowly wakes up as you lick and nibble up the shaft. His sleep grows steadily shallower and soft moans escape his lips. You can taste both of your sexes on his cock as you clean it up.

On a whim you slowly tie his arms and legs. He awakens to find himself completely at your mercy. You kiss him deeply and then put a pillowcase over his head so that he cannot see any of the things you have in store for him.

"Wait here baby; I want to get some things to help me enjoy your body."

You leave the room and go to the kitchen to get some ice and a bit of chocolate syrup. Upon returning you get the shock of your life. She is there and slowly rubbing an ice cube up and down his shaft. She smiles at you and puts her finger to her lips once again.

You cannot believe your eyes or her audacity. She begins sucking his cock with great enthusiasm. He is moaning and groaning as she sucks him. You sit down on the dresser and begin massaging your clit. She smiles as you and motions you to come closer. You love watching your man get his cock sucked by a complete stranger. 

It's so very hot and your pussy drips with excitement. She gets him to the edge and then applies pressure so that he can't cum. Again and again she works him like this until he is begging for release. You can see his balls are swollen and filled with cum. She stops and to your surprise mounts his cock and slides it deep in her pussy. She is squatting on his cock and barely making contact with his body except for her pussy. Slowly she works up and down on his shaft as her muscles ripple with exertion. You watch closely as his cock is buried deeper and deeper into her pussy. She licks her lips and bears down to really milk his cock. She brings him to the edge and with great agility pulls off and sucks him dry. His voice echoes off the walls as his orgasm overtakes him. 

Working diligently she sucks every last drop from his cock before moving off the bed. She kisses you deeply sharing his sweet seed, winks and turns the radio up a bit to cover her escape.

You jump on his cock and ride with abandon. Uncovering his head you look deep into his eyes. Leaning forward you bite and suck his nipples and then work up his chin. Kissing and nibbling until you reach his lip. You deep passionate kiss lingers.

"Baby, I don't know what's gotten into you, but damn. You are like two different women. I hope you know how much I love you."

Releasing him from his bonds you turn and face away. He loves watching his cock slide into your pussy and smacks your ass. You grab onto his thighs and you tighten down and begin to grind and twist as you move up and down on his shaft. He teases your back door as you ride which only intensifies the effects. 

Soon your body shivers with pleasure and you begin to ride him faster and faster. He sits up and nibbles your neck and back as he tweaks your nipples and strokes your clit. You bounce on his cock with abandon until your body shatters in a long, pulsating orgasm. You fall back on him and both slide down in bed and drift back into blissful slumber.



Old Friend Brings Friends



Jessica had just completed cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. She needed a break. This life was killing her. 

After being single for the first time since high school, she found it hard trying to raise a family on her own. Her exs took the kids for the night so she finally had some free time to herself to lay down and relax. She went to her bedroom ready for a nap but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She had been horny ever since talking to her long distance boyfriend on the phone but she wasn't alone at the time to take advantage of it. She closed her eyes and started to think what it would feel like the first time he entered her. She didn't know if it would really ever happen, but it gave her something to yearn for. She started to rub her pussy outside her panties but impatiently her fingers entered under them and started to enter her. First one and then two, she would go back and forth between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. Getting almost to climax, she really wanted to be fucked. Jessica reached for her toy. Just as she turned it on and touched her clit, she heard her phone receive a text.

Greg: "Hey you I'm in town, how about we grab a bite?" 

Jessica: "What day loser? When?"

Greg: "Tonight dumbass, 6. I have your address, I'll pick you up soon."

"Fuck" she thought. 

It interrupted her session but this was the perfect night to go out and see an old friend. She and Greg had always had a good relationship. They did a lot of talking when they both went through various issues in their lives, namely their divorces. 

"Hell, I need a night out," she thought. Jessica looked at the clock, 5:00. She put her toys away and sent her boyfriend a text telling him she was going out for the night with an old friend. 

Not knowing where they were going Jessica dressed casual yet sexy. "Hell, if he is driving and taking me out, might as well let loose," she told herself. Greg showed up right on time with his rental car. 

"Let's go, hotstuff, we got people waiting," he said, giving her a wow look as he eyed her up and down. Rolling her eyes, she gasped, surprised that he was taking her out with a group. Whatever, she didn't care, she just needed to have fun. 

They arrived at the restaurant right at 6:30 and he introduced her around the table with the guys he worked with. Tom and his wife, Laura, Jack and his girlfriend, Melissa, Mike whose wife was back at home, and the two single guys, Jason and Rick. At dinner everyone ordered a drink for themselves. Although Jessica didn't drink often, she decided not to be left out. The restaurant was actually near the hotel everyone was staying at so it was almost a planned event to drink as much as they wanted except Greg, who had to get Jessica home. As they wrapped up dinner, everyone had two drinks in them and they decided to head to a bar. 

They walked into Onyx, a popular club in town that caters to the older crowd. The music was modern but not so techno that the older crowds didn't enjoy themselves. As the couples started to get up and dance, Greg grabbed Jessica's hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. It had been a long time since either had danced but they were both good and buzzed by this point and didn't care. After the dance both couldn't help wanting another drink. This was the funnest night she had in a long, long time. When she sat down, Jason decided to dance with Jessica, so he also dragged her out there. She obliged and made it through two songs before she was completely exhausted. She downed her drink and Greg got her another. As the night went on, everyone danced with just about everyone. Jessica had every guy dance with her at least twice, and on more than one occasion turned around to rub her ass against them. Not seductive but not totally innocent either. The boys, each of them getting their own little feel, felt rejected when she pulled away when they're hands wandered too far.

Since they had too much to drink, Greg decided to put Jessica in a cab for the ride home.

"See ya! Hope you had fun!" Greg said, hugging her goodbye. 

"I did, thank you," She replied, collapsing into the cab. 

"Man, I need some food and more beer!" Mike said from the curb, looking at the rest of us.

"Fuck it, I'm in!" everyone said in unison in one way or another. 

Jessica, not wanting left out of more fun, stopped the cab driver next to them and told him to pile the boys in so he could take all of them to eat and get more liqour. As they got further, Jessica told the cab driver to just head to her place. She volunteered to cook for them since they showed her a really great night. "But, then I'm going to bed and you boys have to leave," she said.

As they pulled up with a twelve pack of beer and a bottle of vodka, Jessica began making them all a breakfast meal. 

"Jessica, you're the best," Mike said, putting his head on her shoulder. Suddenly, Rick had an idea to keep the party going. 

"Body shots!" he said as he poured five shots for everyone. Jessica declined, but being a little playful agreed to let Mike do the shot out of her cleavage. Not to bee outdone, Jason put a shot slightly in his zipper. Hesitantly, Jessica took it, never doing anything like that before in her life. Being a little drunk herself, she wasn't as shy as she would have been otherwise. Not wanting this to go any farther she politely asked them to leave. 

They all hugged her and left her house, waiting outside for another cab. They were waiting about twenty minutes when they saw her light for her room come on in her house. 

"That bitch didn't go to bed!" Greg said, and started to text her something funny. Jason, being a little curious, stopped him and strolled up to her window. 

"Dude, what the fuck?" Mike said, shaking his head. 

"Hey, get a picture if she is changing!" Rick chuckled. 

Jessica, thinking they had already left, had just gotten out of the shower and was still a little horny. She had texted her boyfriend with no reply so she decided to use her toy to get off really quick. She went right to it, rubbing it on her clit and fucking herself. Her mind was roaming, some on her boyfriend, some various fantasies and even some of the night she had just had. She had her second toy next to her and it brushed against her side as she was moving on the bed. She had an idea and began to suck on the new toy, still fucking herself with the other one. She began to rub it on her ass, which was already wet from the juices running from her pussy. She slowly entered it into her ass, and didn't stop until it was in all the way. Pressing her ass against the bed to keep it in, she went back to fucking her pussy very wildly.

Just as she was about to cum, she heard something outside the window. Jason, who had been watching silently and taking pictures with his phone, had signaled for Mike and was trading places to give him a look. Mike had stepped on a branch and both had ducked trying to hide from view. He had barely been able to see but had gotten a few shots of what Jessica was doing. They were huddled around the window trying to take turns to see but Jason wanted to ensure he got a few shots. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. 

Jessica quickly put on panties, shorts and t-shirt and went out to see what was going on. The guys quickly acted like nothing had happened but it was obvious by their red faces that they had seen at least something. 

"What the fuck are you guys doing? Get the fuck out of here!" Jessica said loudly. Worried the neighbors may hear Greg tried to calm her down. 

"We didn't see anything, just curious what you were doing but your blinds were closed. Seriously, you are going to wake people up," he said. 

"Fuck you!" she said loudly again. 

He began to calm her and take her inside but she was fighting back. Mike joined in and helped him take her inside, covering her mouth. She was kicking but she was easily overpowered by the men. Suddenly, she tried to bite down on the hand covering her mouth. Mike quickly moved it so Rick ran to her bedroom and grabbed a sock from her drawer and stuffed it in her mouth. 

They tried calming her down but it seemed that the more they tried to calm her, the more she kicked and screamed. In the struggle the guys ended up pinning her to the floor in an attempt at both quieting her and saving themselves from getting a kick in the crotch. Through all of the kicking her shirt was a little torn and exposed her left breast just above the nipple. 

Jessica, knowing she was half exposed, looked at Greg for help. Greg placed his hand over the exposed part and Jessica showed a sign of relief over her eyes. He gave her a look to let her know that he was there for her but then another look came across his face, one of seductive curiosity. He looked down and slid his hand under her loose shorts but over her panties. He felt what he needed to feel. She was soaking wet through her panties. He knew she had just had an orgasm before they came into the house and there would be some cum on her panties from that but the amount of wetness soaking through her panties was no accident. She loved this.

Rick, Jason, and Mike looked at Greg with wide eyes astonished at what he did next. He wasn't pulling her shirt up to cover her breast; he was getting a better grip and ripped it down. Not wearing a bra, she was now exposed. He then finished ripping off her shirt, exposing both breasts. He immediately kissed her lips and whispered to her that he wouldn't let them hurt her, but knew this is what she wanted.

The next few minutes were a blur for her. There were hands all over her body. She still had the gag in her mouth for safe measure but she was noticeably moaning through it. Her shorts had been taken off by Rick and Mike, while each nipple was being sucked by Jason and Greg. Rick began to finger her and was amazed at how wet she was. Jason began to reach under her and rub her ass, squeezing it. Greg decided to take a bold step and told Jason to let go of her other arm. They let it go and Jessica let it stay still. Partly exhausted but partly because she wasn't sure what to do next. She slowly moved her hand over Jason's ass and cock. She felt him hard through his pants but her hand kept moving towards her mouth. She went to take out the gag but Greg stopped her. She looked into his face and winked at him. She took the sock out and was panting heavily as she was getting her pussy licked really hard now. 

"I want.... I want... I want to suck cock..." Jessica moaned, eyes half rolling in her head in ecstasy. 

Jason immediately lifted up and pulled his cock out. He pressed it to her lips and she immediately set to work sucking his cock with an enthusiasm that surprised Jason. The excitement from being at the bar and the adrenaline from restraining Jessica made his cock exceptionally hard and it made Jessica gag a little as it hit the back of her throat but she kept going. She had never been this turned on in her life. 

She was on her back, sucking Jason's cock while Rick and Mike were taking turns licking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Greg was still playing with her tits; sucking on one while pinching the other nipple and then swapping. Rick had an idea and whispered to Mike that he was going to fuck her, so he helped get her legs nice and spread. Jessica couldn't see it but she felt his cock enter her. Surprised but excited, she lifted her legs a little to get it all the way in. Rick was very turned on and didn't last long. Jessica, needing to let out her pleasure, took out Jason's cock from her mouth and stroked it wildly. "Fuck me, please fuck me harder!" she screamed. This was all it took for Jason, whose cock was touching Jessica's face and Rick, whose cock was buried in her cunt, to cum. At the same time, Jason sprayed Jessica's face and mouth with his cum and Rick emptied his load in her pussy. 

She then begged to get up with a startled look on her face. Not knowing if she was upset and just caught up in the moment or done for the night, the guys let her do what she wanted. She got up, licked what she could off her face and pushed Mike on the ground, opening his jeans. She straddled him and his cock went into her cum soaked pussy. Moaning wildly, she looked at Greg and pulled his cock from his pants. 

Greg and Jessica had joked many times about fucking each other but always laughed it off. Jessica, looking at him, slowly inserted his cock into her mouth. Trying to go slow and savor it, but she couldn't. She felt too much like a slut right now and needed more. She sucked him all the way down while she rode Mike. It wasn't long before Mike erupted in her willing cunt. Feeling him cum, she buried her mouth all the way down on Greg's cock. Losing her breath, she went to release her face but Greg was about to cum and held her there. Gagging, she felt his cum empty from him and down her throat. He finally released her and she had gulped in air with cum sliding out of her mouth and dripping off her chin. She now had all of their cum in her... and it was time for her to go to bed... but they weren't finished. This night wasn't through.

As she got up, Mike tried to grab her but she pushed his hand away. 

"Stop!" she said, "We already fucked, now leave." 

As the guys stood around, waiting to see if she would change her mind, Greg walked up to her. Giving her a hug and a kiss, she thought he would end this now so she could go to her room. Suddenly, she felt a handful of hair grasp her and throw her to the ground. 

"Listen, bitch, I've been waiting for this a long time and I'm going to get it. Plus, I don't think we have fucked you everywhere yet." 

Greg gave the guys the nod and they held her down again. Not having much strength left, she just laid there and kept yelling for them to stop. "Gag the slut," Greg said and Mike put the sock back in her mouth. Greg began finger fucking her pussy with two fingers and they laid her back on the floor. Moaning through the socks they weren't sure if she wanted this or was protesting but they didn't care anymore. Each guy took turns pulling her hair and grabbing her tits with more force than before. 

"You little whore, you haven't pleased us as much as we want," Jason told her, his mouth pressed up against her ear, "Did you think we were just going to let you please us once?" 

The sound of his voice coupled with her already soaked pussy being finger fucked was making her thrash wildly. She was trying to get away but something in her wanted them to keep going. Greg began to fuck her now, harder than she was fucked before. Jason was still telling her how much that she was owned by them now. Jessica lifted her hips and it gave Greg an idea. 

"Bend the whore over that couch," Greg said. She began to resist as they pulled her into the next room. A pull of her hair and a slap on her face stopped her. 

"Ok, you little bitch, you done resisting?" Greg said, throwing her face first on the couch, knees on the floor. 

He pulled the sock out to hear what her answer was. "Fuck you," she said, half upset and half tempting them to do more. He told the other three guys to hold her still. As they did his hand came across her ass with a loud slap. 

"What the fuck? Why are you doing this? Stop!" she screamed after the first smack. 

"Shut up you whore and beg for another," Mike told her. 

"Yeah, bitch, you think we are going to let you out of this now?" Jason asked. 

Greg spanked her three more times and had another idea. Rick's cock was hard again and Greg directed him between Jessica's legs. As they held her, Rick fucked her pussy three or four times and Greg would then spank her twice. He ass was turning bright red now and she just laid there with her eyes shut, wincing at each smack and grunting at each thrust of cock in her cunt. 

Grabbing her head by her hair, Jason forced her mouth on his now hard cock. She went to suck but she had no control of how fast he was thrusting into her mouth. She was totally helpless. Mike shared a handful of hair and turned Jessica's open mouth his way, doing the same type of motion, forcing her to suck his cock. Except she wasn't sucking their cocks now. They were fucking her face. She felt no cock in her pussy anymore and the spankings stopped momentarily. She felt her ass cheeks spread and tried to protest but Rick's finger had already gone in past the knuckle. He pulled out and shoved it in her pussy to get more lubrication, and then back in her ass. It wasn't long until his finger was buried into her ass while she was getting fucked in her mouth. The gagging sounds coming from her face only fueled Greg's fire to fuck her ass and Rick took out his finger. Greg pressed his cock into her ass slowly and buried himself all the way, he began to fuck it hard, not letting her get used to it. Whimper sounds began to mix with gagging sounds as she was being used like a whore now. 

"How is that you little whore?" Rick said. She wanted to tell them to stop, but she couldn't get herself to resist anymore. 

They finally pulled her up and a sigh of relief came across her face. 

"We aren't done with you yet, bitch," Greg said and Jason lay on the floor. 

Mike had her hair still and made her straddle Jason, lowering her over his cock. She felt it enter her cunt with ease. They had her bent over with her hands touching the floor to keep herself up. Mike, keeping a hand in her hair, began fucking her mouth again with Rick ready on the other side. She was sore now but enjoyed having her pussy filled again. 

What happened next would make her whimper and beg for them to stop. Greg re-entered her ass and began to fuck it in rhythm with Jason fucking her from the bottom. She now had a dick in each hole and would periodically get her mouth fucked. Mike and Rick were relentless fucking her mouth. Her gag reflex had subsided but they wanted it back. They wanted her to pay for denying them a second cum earlier. 

"Gag, you fucking whore," Rick said as he fucked her mouth. Greg would periodically stop and pull out of her ass and spread it to see how loose he had gotten it.

They did this for about 5 minutes until Greg felt himself about to cum again. He stopped and pulled out of her ass. He wanted to cum on her face and slowly kept himself ready to cum by rubbing. Mike and Rick let go of her face and both got behind her. Getting about twenty fucks in at a time, each fucking her ass as hard as they could and then they would swap. All of them looked at each other as if ready to cum. Greg pulled her up by the hair and pulled her onto her knees. 

"Please, don't," she said, knowing what they had in mind. 

"Shut up, bitch, we still own you for now," Jason said, stroking his cock and pointing it at her face. As she turned her face, Jason, Mike, and Rick grabbed a handful of hair and held her still. 

"Now open up, my little pet," Greg said as he lightly slapped her face. As she denied, he did it a little harder. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Jason stood in the very front first, stroking hard and letting his cum shoot on her face. Some went in her mouth, some went on her face. He held her hair as Rick and Mike both went next, cumming at the same time. Most of Ricks cum went in her mouth, most of Mike's landed on her cheeks and chin. Greg was up next, making his cock touch her face and tongue as he jacked off. Seeing her face, he couldn't hold back any longer and let out his huge load of cum all in her mouth. Knowing it was him, she thrust her mouth over his cock to get it all the way in. As they finished, they let go of her hair and went to get dressed. 

Greg helped Jessica up and made sure she was ok with what just happened. Greg, acting like he still owned her as the guys got dressed in the background, faced away from them and smiled at her. 




Old Friend Brings Friends



"Go shower and get some sleep," he said to her. 

"Yes sir," Jessica replied playing that she was still scared to him but smiling at Greg, "But one question, between me and you." 

"Yes?" he replied. 

Pausing, she took a finger, took some cum and tasted it, and then said, "How many next time?"



Old Friend Made New



When I was in elementary school, I had a friend named Dylan. Dylan was always very effeminate. I remember asking him one time when he came over to my house to spend the night if he was gay. We were in fourth grade at the time, so there wasn't an answer to this, not really. We knew what gay was, in theory, but we didn't actually know what it was in practice. Dylan said no, he wasn't gay, but that he sometimes felt like he wanted to be a girl. I said I thought that was cool, and we went about our 10 year old business.

Years later, in High School, we took drama together. It was at this time that Dylan started to wear feminine clothing, growing out his hair and wearing very slight touches of makeup. We weren't good friends with each other in HS, but we sat across from each other in Drama for 3 years, so we were at least friendly.

A few years after graduating, I saw her on our local bar-crawl street, looking stunning in a green dress, her hair styled, no longer worrying about dumbasses that called her names. Our town was friendly but there are always a few.

"Dylan?" I called out as she walked by.

She froze in her tracks and turned, then smiled warmly. "Daniel!" she cried as she ran over and gave me a hug. I could feel her breasts pressing into me as I pulled her close. My heart started to beat a little faster. 

"You look... Wow, you look incredible!" I told her as I stood back, my hand on her hips, my eyes moving up and down her body.

She smiled and blushed. 

"Stop, you're sweet," She said, still smiling. "What are you up to tonight?"

"Nothing much. Just came here for a drink after class. What about you?"

"I just finished up at work, I was on my way to my car to head home for the day."

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm glad I saw you. You need to add me on Facebook." I told her, blushing furiously and kicking myself inside for the lame line. 

She laughed again. Looking at me slyly, her sandy blond hair glowing in the evening light, biting her lip in thought and looking as sexy as ever doing so. 

"Would you like to come over? We could smoke a little, hang out like old times. It has been forever," She said, squeezing my hand slightly.

My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes, gazing intently at me, and she knew my answer before I ever opened my mouth.

"Let's go!" I said, but she was already pulling me out the door.

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On the way to her house, I tried to figure myself out. I was young at that point, and having been raised in the South, my views on sexuality were very black and white. I wasn't a dick, I just didn't know that there were options outside gay/straight/bi. Whenever anyone asked me about my sexuality, I would usually tell them that I hate being put into boxes. That's true, I really do, but it was mostly because I knew that trans women were attractive to me, and trans didn't fit the binary gender standard. I didn't know pansexuality was a thing back then.

There are so many things about that first time with her I would take back now. I'd known her my whole life, and thinking of her as a woman was completely natural to me. I wanted her to know that, that I didn't think of her as a man at all, or a crossdresser, that I thought of her as a woman. It's all excruciating to look back on as someone more educated in human sexuality now. 

Credit where credit is due, though, Dylan just laughed when I said stupid things. She told me I was sweet, that I was cute. My intention was clear, and that mattered to her.

When we got to her apartment, we sat on the couch and I rolled us a joint. She went to use the restroom, and when she came back out she was in the sexiest hot pink and black babydoll, with matching lace boy shorts.

"I hope you don't mind. It's been a long day," She told me. 

I took her in completely now. Her toenails painted light pink, silky smooth legs leading up to her sexy body, her stomach flat and taught. She swayed just a little, letting the babydoll twist in the slight breeze she created, her budding breasts perfect behind the lace, the nape of her neck, her ruby-red lips, smoky eyes, and long voluminous hair. This gorgeous creature in front of me, who I had known almost all my life, had become the woman she had told me about almost 20 years previous. 

I took a deep drag off the joint, standing and walking to her, pulling her to me and placing my mouth on hers, exhaling slowly. She breathed in, taking the smoke into her lungs as our tongues intertwined, lightly dancing together, our hands roaming each other's bodies. 

I pulled away as a slight moan escaped her lips.

"I don't mind at all," I said, smiling slyly as I took a seat again. "Not one bit." 

I winked at her like a dork. She laughed again, playfully hitting me as she sat down beside me. 

"You suck!" She said teasingly as she took the joint.

I think that is the fastest either of us had smoked anything before. As we extinguished the final embers, she pulled me to her kissing me again, the longing of the past five minutes making us forget any and everything else. It was like lightning shooting through us both, every nerve ending in our bodies seemed hyper alert as our hands and mouths explored each other. Dylan pulled my shirt off as my hand went inside her lace babydoll, teasing her nipple as she moaned.

Gasping, she pulls away from me, looking me firm in the eyes.

"Bedroom. Now." She said.



Old Friend, New Experience



Melody and I have been married for nearly 10 years. She is a very beautiful woman; 5' 2" 130 lbs. with a fantastic body. Recently we have been toying with the idea of her having sex with another man, possibly even a three way with me and another man. She likes to talk about it, but that is about as far as she is willing to go at this point. It hasn't been very long ago that I was able to convince her that other men found her very attractive and desirable. Since getting over that first hurdle we have made steady progress in drawing her out from her sexually repressed state. She is now wearing sexy clothes when we go out. She doesn't mind when men look at her, and she even flirts from time to time. Of course this all gets me very excited and I try to encourage her without being too pushy. I have to take it slow so as not to scare her off from the idea. 

Last month a friend of ours named Jared, who we haven't seen in about a year, called and said that he was going to be in town for the weekend and wanted to spend some time with us. Jared and his now ex-wife Melissa used to visit us quite often. Jared and I had been friends in high school and Melody and Melissa had worked together for a few years before she and I met. The four of us used to spend weekends at the beach together, go clubbing, grill out and just generally hang out together. But all that was before Jared and Melissa split up. Jared was a truck driver and had come home unannounced one evening to find Melissa in bed with another man. That pretty much was the end of things for them. They went through a long, ugly divorce that not only ended their marriage, but put an enormous strain on our friendships. Melissa wound up remarrying and moved away. Jared moved a few towns away and was still driving for the same company. 

When Melody heard that Jared was coming to see us she was very happy. She has always liked him and has even admitted to having fantasies about him. She confessed to me one night, that when we are playing our little "what if" games about having a three some, it is usually Jared that she is picturing in her head (and other places). She got busy making sure the guest bedroom was ready and made sure we were stocked up on groceries and beer. For the rest of that week our sex was fantastic. She was really looking forward to seeing him. 

Melody took half a day off that Friday and was home when Jared arrived. She immediately called me at work to let me know to come home as soon as I could. She said that he was already drunk and was in a partying mood. I could hear him in the background yelling for me to get my ass home. I still had a little work to get done before I could start my weekend, but I went through it as quickly as I could. By the time I had finished and made my way home Jared had several hours head start on me. As soon as I walked through the door he met me with a big bear hug and he handed me a beer. Jared is a pretty big guy. He is about 6' 2" and easily 225 pounds. Luckily he is very easy going and fun loving. We drank and talked, and drank and ate the lasagna Melody had cooked. Then we drank and talked some more. Jared was obviously wound up and had a lot of energy to burn. He wanted us all to go out partying, but Melody wasn't really in the mood to go clubbing. She suggested that Jared and I just have a guy's night out. I tried to convince her to go with us, but her mind was made up. So with that, Jared and I went to the strip club.

When we got to the club Jared was a man on a mission. He was ordering drinks before he could finish the one in his hand. He was downing three to my one. The strippers were exceptionally pretty that night. Either that or I was exceptionally drunk. Either way it didn't take long for Jared to pick out a favorite and he called her over for a lap dance. Soon after they had disappeared into the back room the club manager came over to talk to me. He asked me to keep an eye on my friend and make sure he didn't get too out of control. I assured him that we were just there for good time and it wouldn't get beyond that. He thanked me and went on about his business. We stayed there for 3 or 4 hours. By the time we were ready to leave Jared could barely stand. He was leaning heavily on my shoulder as we made our way to the cab.

We somehow managed to make it up the front steps and into the house without falling. As soon as we made it into the living room Jared collapsed onto the sofa still laughing and talking about the girl that he had just spent $200 dollars on for lap dances. I went to the kitchen to get us a couple of beers and by the time I made it back he was out like a light. His mouth was hanging open. He was breathing deeply; almost snoring. I sat at the other end of the sofa, turned on the TV and opened my beer. I slowly drank both of the beers, and Jared never moved. He was dead to the world. 

After a while Melody walked into the living room. She was just wearing her night shirt and panties. I swear she looks sexier in a night shirt and panties than any model in the most expensive lingerie. She took one look at Jared and kind of laughed. "I guess you guys had a pretty good time," she said, as she sat down on my lap. "Yeah, it was ok. He had a little too much fun," I said. She put her arms around my neck and snuggled up against me. I began to nuzzle her ear and kiss her neck. She responded by softly kissing me on the mouth, licking her tongue across my lips. I began to gently rub her thigh and slowly made my way up to her panties. I could feel my excitement starting to grow. Melody could feel it too.

"You know" I said, "we have been talking about you fooling around with Jared for the last few days." She sat up straight, "That was just fantasy, just to spark up our love making!" 

"I know. But if you ever wanted to see what it would be like, this is the time to do it," I said. "Why?" she said. "Why would this be the time to do it?"

"Because he would never know about it. He is totally passed out. You wouldn't have to be embarrassed, or timid. You could do whatever you wanted and he wouldn't know," I reasoned with her. 

She said, "If I ever do anything with him I want him to be awake. I want him to know." This statement shocked me a little. This made me realize that she had actually given it serious thought. 

"So you want to have sex with him?"

"I don't know. Maybe, no...I don't know."

"Well, for now, for me, just rub his crotch. Just rub his dick...for me," I was almost pleading with her at this point. The thought of her actually wanting to fuck him had my head spinning. I was so horny that I couldn't stand it.

She hesitated. She didn't want to, but I kept on at her. I was telling her that if she ever did sleep with him then it would be for her, but I wanted her to do this for me. I wanted her to put her hand on his pants and rub his dick. Finally, reluctantly she gave in. She leaned over, put her hand softly on his crotch and began to rub. It only lasted for a second and she pulled her hand away. "No, no, no," I said. "You have to do better than that. Really rub on it. Play with it. I want you to really feel it."

Again she reached over and placed her hand on his dick. This time she stroked it more deeply. She was caressing it through his pants. She was letting herself enjoy it. "Unsnap his pants," I said. She just kept rubbing his crotch. "Unsnap his pants and pull down his zipper." She still acted like she didn't hear me. She just kept slowly massaging his dick. "Baby do it!" I said. "I want to see you play with his dick!" Without saying a word she unsnapped his pants. She began to gently pull down the zipper. We both soon discovered that Jared wasn't wearing underpants. She placed her left hand inside his pants protecting his cock and balls as she continued to pull his zipper down. I watched in amazement as she tugged at his pants to get them down as far as she could. She managed to get them down far enough that his cock sprang free. With no more coaching from me she wrapped her fingers around his dick and began to slowly stroke it up and down. 

Watching her play with his dick was absolutely incredible. I don't know how to explain it. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. My wife was stroking another man's cock and it was beautiful. I watched as she gently, lovingly played with his balls, then slowly traced her finger nails along the length of his shaft. Jared's dick was about the same thickness as mine, but at least 2 inches longer. i began to rub her ass as she was bent over, and soon discovered that she was dripping wet. I slid my hand under her panties and inserted 2 fingers into her pussy. She let out a soft moan. Her eyes were fixed on the cock in her hand. "Suck it," I whispered into her ear. Without a second though she leaned over further and placed her beautiful lips on my friend's dick. She was so gentle and soft. She was truly making love to him with her mouth. I watched as his dick disappeared over and over again between her soft, gentle lips.

With her leaned over to his side of the sofa and her head in his lap, her ass was practically in my face. I began to slip her panties down off her hips. I was kissing and licking her ass and legs as I pulled them further down. She lifted one knee at a time for me to slip them down to her feet then off and onto the floor. I stood and dropped my pants in one fluid motion. The whole scene was almost like something out of a movie. It was so beautiful, so perfect. I got on my knees behind her and pressed the head of my dick against her sweet dripping pussy. Slowly I began to push my way in. I could feel the moan building inside her. As I drove deeper into her pussy it became louder and louder. Finally as I pushed my hips against her ass she pulled Jared's dick out of her mouth and let out a full, deep moan. I could feel her start to cum. Her body was shaking. She was pushing back against me, meeting every thrust. In just a matter of seconds we were both caught up in the strongest orgasms either of us had ever had. It was incredible. All of our energy was gone. We collapsed on the sofa, drenched in sweat, struggling to catch our breath.

She was still softly stroking Jared's cock with her hand as we held each other. When we finally tried to stand out legs were like rubber. She tucked Jared back into his pants and carefully zipped them back. We made our way to the bedroom and fell into each other's arms. We made love again that night. It was a deep, almost spiritual experience, as it has been every time since then. We haven't told Jared what happened, and probably never will. Melody and I have talked about it quite often. She has mixed feelings about the whole thing. She said that it was the hottest, most incredible experience she has ever had. Yet she doesn't think she wants to take things to the next level. She thinks that knowing that Jared was unaware of what we were doing is what allowed her to go through with it. This may be as far as Melody will ever go toward our fantasy of a three way. I hope it's not. But if it is, it has sure made an awesome difference in our lives.



Old Friend, New Slave



Home for the summer, well part of it anyway, and boy was it hot out. I'd forgot how humid it got at home compared to at school. Just over 80˚ and it was sweltering, too hot to do work without dripping in sweat. But the lawn at home grew so fast, unless it was mowed once a week it got entirely out of hand and the mower would jam on all the grass.

I always mowed barefoot; it felt so much more comfortable than wearing shoes or sandals so my feet always got rather green after several hours of mowing. Today I was listening to the Invisible Man. It gave me something to do rather than just pace. The invisible man is a prick; he took stray cats and experimented on them until he made one invisible, then rather than pay rent he turned himself invisible. Arrogant as they come he assumed he was now invincible and went out in the world naked only to discover it was cold and people didn't avoid invisible people. So he had to clothe himself pretending to be a burn victim while he tried to become visible once again. He soon ran out of money and eventually turned to crime, again believing he was invincible tried to instill a 'reign of terror' and ended up getting killed. 

I stopped when the book finished and happened to be in the northwest corner of the yard next to our trampoline. Despite the weather over the years it was still in good condition, no doubt protected some by the pine trees that surrounded it. I swept the needles off and lay down, it really was hot out and I was in no hurry to finish the lawn. So many times did I lie on this trampoline and stare at the clouds pass overhead. The trees shaded the trampoline so other than a small window from eleven to noon the sun didn't shine on the trampoline directly so it was cool in the shade. I could still do all the tricks I taught myself on it, flips forward and back, aerials, donuts, kip ups, and all the best spots to get the most spring.

My sister was a gymnast for a while and while I never really got a chance to be one, we practiced together and I could do everything she could except touch my toes. I was just considering bouncing around for a while despite the heat when I heard someone walking up.

"So you're back for the summer too?"

It was Lydia my neighbor. I never really got to know her very well. She only lived on the other side of a small forest between our house and the road but I rarely saw her. We didn't go to the same school and the trees were more than enough to completely block the view from our house to theirs. She must have heard the mower and come to see who was mowing or something. I wasn't complaining. Lydia was a year younger than me, between my sister and me and the last time I saw her was probably between eleventh and twelfth grade and she was very wiry then. Since then she had stayed very lean but her chest had filled out some and her hair was smoother than before.

"Yeah, got back last week actually. Where did you end up going?"

"The U of M, I didn't want to be far from home."

"How do you like it?"

"Fine, I guess. I'm glad its over though, now I can work on my tan without having to study."

I couldn't help but think how I would like to see her lay out tanning. Her shirt was so tight and I could make most of the features on her body and that there was no bra line.

"Well you can tan right here if you want, I just finished mowing that part of the lawn, the grass is very soft."

"Alright, why not."

She pulled out her iPod and lay down in the grass. I stood up from the trampoline and walked back to the mower. It was odd seeing Lydia like this, she very rarely came over, let alone of her own volition. In fact the last time it was for a neighborhood party. We both played on the trampoline at that party. She was amazingly tough; we got rather brutal in our "fights" on the trampoline, winner was the last one standing. I remembered actually kicking her full in the chest and even winded she still refused to let me win. Blood was about the only thing that stopped us, and not just a bloody nose. It was a little hard to imagine that the babe tanning on the lawn was the same tough girl from that party. After an hour or so I finished mowing the lawn and walked back over to Lydia.

She asked as I walked up, "you remember when we fought on this as kids? What did we call them?"

"I think they were Cheeto Championships or something stupid like that."

"They were really fun, no one plays that hard with me."

"Yeah, you were really tough back then."

"What do you mean back then?"

"You still think you could play?"

"Play, I'd win just like I did then."

"Oh, really. That sounds like a challenge to me."

We both got on the trampoline and bounced around a little warming up. I definitely sank deeper than I did when I was younger, the trampoline might too have gotten weaker.

"Same rules as before?" I asked.

"No leaving and first to be down for more than 3 bounces loses."

"Yup."

Lydia did not waist any time and got a good bounce going and started to time her bounces to draw strength from mine and make mine weaker. Straight attacks were used but this was a game of timing, pull their feet as they bounce to high so they can't land, absorb their bounce so they crumple on landing, even change direction and force them off balance. Lydia now had a new advantage, as I was sure she was aware. Her unbound tits bounced with each jump and I was all too fascinated with their progress.

"Your timing is off, you distracted by something," she said as she bounced close to me.

"Only lulling you into a false sense of security."

"Really?" she landed in a squat and absorbed her jump just as I fell into her trap. She absorbed the force of my fall as I landed and she took all my power and launched into the air causing me to stumble and almost fall, "see I thought that was something you avoid."

Damn she bested me; even with my weight advantage she stole my jump. I would have to get her back for that. She was jumping too high and her jumps were easy to time as she had so little control on her fall. I moved so I was right in front of her and grabbed her legs pulling them up as we went in the air, forcing her to land on her back. Then landing about the same time I squatted to absorb my landing and she bounced back up into my forearm as I planned. Her body wrapped around my arm and she dropped back to the trampoline.

"Ahhhhuhh, my stomach. I'm done, pick me up."

Great now I've done it, I basically beat up a hot chick into leaving. I reached out to grab her hand but before I knew what was happening she was pulling me down into her foot. I had barley enough time to twist and keep from being kicked in the groin before she flipped me over and hopped up.

"The pathetic sissy girl, works ever time."

Okay now I was pissed, she only got to play cry wolf one time. Next time she will have wished otherwise. 

Prancing around she taunted, "You know I think we should raise the stakes. When I win, you have to mow my lawn too."

"And what about when I do?"

"That's easy, you don't."

As we circled each other I knew what I wanted to win. This tough little girl was going to be my prize. She was wearing dark blue shorts; higher than her knees but not overly short they nonetheless hugged her ass and I wanted a piece. As we passed close I smacked her ass. She didn't comment but I saw her close her eyes and her head leaned back as I hit and she inhaled. I timed the jump and stole her jump smacking and lifting her ass as I launched into the air.

"You naughty boy, you keep spanking me and I haven't even done anything wrong."

"Its cause you like it."

This time I pushed her chest making sure each hand came into contact with her tits. She fell from the force of the push but got right back up. It must have hurt but she showed no signs of pain as usual. Rather she jumped at me and tried to push me over. I countered by catching her, falling backward, and bouncing back up and spinning her so her back was to me. Grabbing both her tits I said in her ear, "you can't help but throw yourself at me, can you?" and threw her away. She rolled and got back up, her face slightly red.

We circled again and this time she came from above feet first. Managing to dodge I reached up and grabbed her shirt so I pulled it with me and as she fell and I bounced up. She was not prepared for this at all so I pulled her shirt right up over her head and off her arms. Tossing it on to the lawn I turned to her and said, "whoops, I guess that fell off the trampoline. If you want you can surrender and get it."

"I'm not going to let you win like that cheater. You took it off you go get it."

"Well I like it off, and if you won't get it I guess the game continues."

I sprung at her and again pushed her down feeling her soft tits against my palms as I forced her down. She got up and took a deep breath, as I must have knocked the wind out of her. She bounced around, her tits bouncing with her. I could feel my cock getting hard as I watched her. I smacked her ass again, she moaned aloud this time but I soon found out it was too effective a distraction and doing a backflip over me she kicked my back and forced me down.

"Can't focus with a sexy little college chick bouncing around can you? I guess you will just be stuck mowing my lawn wishing you had this."

Nothing hurt other than my pride I jumped back up. Yes I was going to have her all right; this little bitch was going to be mine. But first she had to learn her place.

I circled so she had her back to me bouncing around her so she could not face me. Jumping forward I grabbed her again pressing my body to her still bouncing I held her body. My hand was on her tit and my other hand pulled on her crotch pulling her into my cock.

"Actually I am going to have you. But you're going to beg for it first."

"I won't beg."

"Won't you?"

I slid my hand inside her shorts and grabbed her panties. We had slowed our bounce and jumping suddenly I lifted her panties up pulling them into her pussy.

"If you won't beg you will jump."

Stopping myself I lifted her panties pulling now with both hand lifting her almost off the ground and forcing her to jump. When she fell back down they pulled on her and made her cry out.

"Jump again, this pussy is mine and I want to all warmed up."

Again she was forced to jump to relive the pressure only to have it spike as she came back down. Again she cried out body recoiling from the shock.

"Is that all you got, I got better wedgies in grade school."

I severely doubted this but I did my best to lift her off the ground and by jumping, managed to so. This made her winch and moan.

"Time to take off those little shorts off unless you want to keep jumping?"

She unbuttoned her shorts and they slid down and she kicked them off the trampoline near her shirt.

"That's right, my little slut. For being such a good little slut you get to jump again."

I pulled up and she jumped and as she came back down I jumped to maximize the force on her. I could actually feel the panties tear some as she landed and Lydia cried out again tears now in her eyes.

"Does it hurt, here let me rub it, it will feel better soon."

I slid my hand over her pussy and massaged her outer lips. She moaned again winching and her head fell back on my shoulder. Massaging her lips for only a few seconds I pulled her panties out of the way and pushed my fingers inside her. Lydia started to move her ass sliding it along my cock and pushing my fingers deeper in her wet pussy. Pulling hard on her tit one last I moved my hand to her throat. Squeezing I restricted her air and pulled her close to me, with my fingers I moved faster and rougher bouncing slightly from the force.

Despite the muffling from her throat being restricted she made out, "You're going to make me cum ... don't stop."

"I didn't hear you ask permission," and I tightened my grip on her neck, again increasing my tempo on her pussy.

"Mmmh," she managed through my chock hold, "let me hhhh cum."

I slowed my fingers and she moaned trying to rub her pussy on my fingers, "what's the magic word?"

"Please. Please don't stop I'm so close."

"That's getting better."

"Please, sir. Please let me cum."

"Good girl." With this I threw her back down. "Now undo my pants and suck my cock."

She looked back at me and stood up. "You prick I was going to cum and you stopped."

I slapped her face and she fell back to the ground. "You will cum when I tell you too cum. Right now I said suck my cock."

Face red either from my slap or embarrassment she crawled over and started to undo my pants. My cock was rock hard and popped right out when she pulled my boxers down. Without further hesitation she put her whole mouth over my head and sucked on it. Her tongue rolled around and she even grabbed her tit as she sucked the head.

"Now that's better, ahhh yes suck that cock." 

I ran my fingers through her hair feeling the smoothness against my hand. Reaching the back of her head I started to apply pressure and forced her lower on my cock. I kept pushing and her head sank lower and lower on my cock. She wasn't even resisting now and I felt my cock on her throat. I was now pulling her hair to keep myself sane, she started to gag but still did not push back. I sank my cock all the way in balls pressing against her chin and held her there. Her hand was on her pussy and her other pulling on her tit. I quickly pulled out of her off my cock, strings of saliva hanging from the tip and she gasped for air, chest heaving.

I circled around her running my hand through her glorious hair. Yanking back on it I pulled her head so it was vertical. I slapped her face with my cock.

"You suck cock good, but I want to see you play with yourself more. Cum for me while I fuck your face."

Forcing my cock back down her throat I set my balls on the bridge of her nose pushed her down into the trampoline making her bounce back on to my cock. Already she was gagging but her hand was squeezing her nipple so hard her gingers were white and her hand was inside her pussy. Still she didn't push back, her body was gyrating and she was moaning around my cock. I pulled out and rubbed my cock all over her face. Pushing it back in I slapped her face again.

"I told you to cum for me. I'm not going to take this out until I see you cum."

This seemed to excite her more than anything so far so I drove into her even harder. Her tits were bouncing all over the place and her hand was soaked from her pussy juices. Suddenly she was screaming around my cock and the trampoline was wet a she sprayed it. Yanking my cock out I slapped her again.

"Look what you did now. You got the trampoline all wet." I forced her down, "lick this shit up."

Walking around her she seductively licked up her juices. She wasn't just tough; she really liked it rough. Walking around her I took off my sweaty shirt and rolled it up, ready to snap it like a towel.

"Please Sir, I'm licking, I'm licking, don't you like my ass in the air like this."

"You are enjoying this too much I think, clearly this is not a punishment enough so I though you could use some encouragement to wipe that ridiculous smile off your face."

I smacked her testing to see how hard she could take it and she merely squeaked out a moan of pleasure. Swinging back I smacked again much harder, and leaving a painful looking red slash. She moaned again.

"Thank you sir, may I have another."

I snapped her again on the other cheek and she pushed her ass up at me.

"Thank you sir, may I have another."

This time I snapped her tit and caused it to swing back and forth under her. This actually caused her to inhale but she continued in the same tone.

"Thank you sir, may I have another."

Exploiting her visible unease I snapped the same exact spot on her tit harder this time. Her response was a bit more biting this time.

"THAnk you sir, may I have another."

Moving to her other side I snapped her again on the other tits aiming for the nipple. Before she could respond I rushed in close and pulled on her nipple.

"I don't appreciate this attitude, you are enjoying this still. How am I to punish such a naughty girl?"

I stood and lifted her panties pulling on her so hard her knees came of the ground. I dragged her across the trampoline and throwing her down I straddled her almost naked body. Sitting my full weight on her she looked up and me and giggled.

"Are you going to ravage me now big boy?"

I slapped her face again and she just smiled.

"I said you were going to beg for it and I meant it. But I'm only human and I admit that these tits you have been taunting me with need attention."

I took her hands and tied them behind her head with my shirt to the pole.

Grabbing my shorts and making sure to rub my cock all over her face in the process I reached into the pocket. Inside I pulled out a small fishing packet, full of line, lures, weights, and hooks. This actually caused a flicker of fear in her eyes. Seeing this I pulled the largest hook out on a small amount of string and swung it in front of her.

"What's that I see, is our tough little girl afraid of a little piece of metal. You're wearing earrings after all. What could there to be afraid of? Your nipples would look good with a ring, or a lure even; you could really tease the boys then. No, well maybe your clit, I hear girls have orgasms getting it pierced."

She was clearly uncomfortable now wiggling around under my weight.

"Going somewhere? I seem to remember you trying to get me to, what's the word, ah yes, ravage you only moments ago."

Bending down I suddenly took her nipple and bit it and grasped a full of her other breast in my hand. She moaned and inhaled now I wasn't sitting on her chest. I sucked it as hard as I could into her mouth. Her tits were very soft and I could pull them very far from her chest. The more rough I was with her the more Lydia seemed to squirm and moan. I was unrelenting; I sucked, pinched, bit, squeezed, slapped and fondled her tits until she gave in.

"Oh my god, my pussy is dripping. Play with it please I am so close."

I paid no attention to her and continued to play with her nipples, until I reached over and grabbed some fishing line. Wrapping one nipple I pulled and Lydia squealed in pain as I cinched it tight.

"I see I am finally getting through, not so tough are we."

Pulling on her nipple with the line I pulled her tit over and Lydia tried to roll with my pull. I stopped her and held her down with my hand. Grabbing the other nipple I tied another knot trapping it. Forming a loop I made it so the two were connected by one piece of line. I yanked on the line and it gave the desired effect.

"Oh my god! Fuck me fuck me fuck me! My nipples can't take anymore. I want you inside me."

I slapped her again.

"Use your manners I will fuck you when and how I damn well please."

Saying so I yanked her panties off, which were soaking as she claimed and stuffed them in her mouth. Her pussy was beautiful, it was slightly red so enflamed as it was and visibly wet. She was shaved bare and her lips looked so inviting.

"You will not cum until I say you can or I send you home without this cock or your clothes understood?"

She nodded and I bent down and licked the inside of her leg right next to her pussy. Lydia let out an unintelligible cry and bucked. I licked the other side for a similar but more subdued response. Gripping both ass cheeks I pulled the full of her pussy onto my face kissing her lips and inhaling her sweetness. I then licked around the outside of her lips pressing my tongue in ever so slightly. I circle clockwise then counter-clockwise and ended on her clit. I spread her lips with my fingers and paid special attention to her clit and flicked it back and forth with my tongue. Lydia's torso was unbelievably erotic at this point her whole body undulating and moving in response to the pleasure I was giving her. When I bit down on her clit she spit out the panties and begged.




Old Friend, New Slave



"Please sir please please let me cum I can't take anymore."

I grabbed the line connecting her nipples and pulled it down and she screamed out in response.

"I said you could cum when I said you could, or there would be consequences. Clearly I am being to generous you still need to be taught your manners."

I pulled the line again and when she screamed out I pushed my cock in her mouth.

"Swallow on my cock and put that pussy in the air. You want me to fuck you then make me want it."

She lifted her pussy and did her best to move her hips. I pressed my cock in all the way pressing against the back of her throat and she swallowed hard massaging my cock with her throat. I groaned in pleasure and pulled the line on her nipples hard enough to make her tits shake. She wriggled but had nowhere to go. I pulled the line over and over again making her tits shake.

"You will do as I say and I will have you however, I want. When I let you cum you will cum and when I say you hold it then you will do so willingly." I pulled out and looked down at her, and looked at her, as I pulled especially hard on the line. Her eyes were wet but she nodded. "Good because you are really going to need to hold it."

I moved back to her pussy, which was now if possible even more wet than before. I slid two fingers in without any warning and she bucked. I grabbed the line again.

"Remember our deal, if you want this cock or your clothes back then you will hold."

I pumping my fingers several times I pushed in a third. Her pussy was very tight and she was squeezing my fingers with ever push. I pushed in a fourth finger and she moaned and I drove my fingers deep in her pussy. I started to push her down and the trampoline pushed her right back harder against me. With my other hand I grabbed her belly and started to hold her. Her breathing was elevated and she had started to undulate, she was clearly holding already.

I pushed harder and was at the knuckles on my palm before she yelled out.

"Its so big your going to tear me in half, I can't take it you will make me cum. Please fuck me sir, I want cock inside my nasty cunt please sir please make me your fuck toy."

I pushed even harder and started to push my thumb in and she screamed out again. Her pussy was so wet I was able to move my hand with very little resistance and she could do nothing to stop me. I continued pressing and got my hand deeper and deeper until finally I got my entire hand inside her.

"Oh my god I can't take it your going to make me cum you have your whole fist inside me. Please let me cum I will do anything you want."

I made a fist and caused her to winch and pulled the line I made sure she paid attention.

"No. I am going to do anything I want to you and you are not going to cum until I say. If you ask me again I will not let you cum at all."

I pressed her down into the trampoline and then pulled my fist all the way out before plunging it back in. Lydia screamed but managed not to cum. So I did it again. Then I started to pump her pressing down on her bouncing her on my fist. Right when I though she could take no more I grabbed the line and pulled hard and used my hand to brace it against her chest making her nipple yank with each bounce.

"Now you can cum."

I fucked her with my fist faster and Lydia's body shook my hand was forcibly squeezed out as she sprayed all over my hand and the trampoline. Her mouth was wide open for five seconds as she screamed before any noise came out and she continued to shake as she came again. Before I finished I untied her and pulled her body to me feeling her shake. Standing up I pulled her with me and she shakily got to her feet.

"See I let you cum and you repay me by spraying everything again."

"Please sir, I can't"

I slapped her again.

"You will be punished for being so inconsiderate."

I reached down for the box of fishing supplies and seeing her winch I grabbed my shirt and snapped her pussy.

"Is there something you wanted to say?"

"No sir. Please sir I am yours to do with as you please."

"Good I'm glad we have that cleared up."

I reached into the box and pulled out two large line weights and proceeded to attach them to Lydia's nipples.

"No response. Well you must be getting used to these, we can't be having that."

I bent down to the fishing box again and grabbed another line moving to my knees I said, "spread your legs." She did so with no hesitation. I slid my fingers along her slit and caused her to shiver. I spread her lips and found her clit it was still very erect and I rubbed it even more to make sure it was fully exposed. I took the line and wrapped in around her clit so it looped back on itself and would be sure to hold. Lydia stayed amazingly still but her lip twitched and her eyes were watering. I took the largest remaining weight and treaded it on before dropping it. Lydia cried out her knees weak.

"You like my little weights"

"Sir no please they hurt."

"No you say."

"No sir, please take them off."

"Well I feel as though my work is not being appreciated. This is not what I expected from you."

"Please sir take me in anyway you want but take the weights off."

"I you won't beg you will jump."

"NO DON'T MAKE JUMP," she was almost crying now.

"Now you're not even using manners."

I jumped and made her bounce slightly and she screamed out.

"Please, please no I want your cock take me, use me until your spent anything you want, just don't make me jump."

I jumped again closer this time and caused her to bounce higher.

"Ahhhh my pussy please I want you in my pussy it has been wet for you since I got here."

I jumped again and actually caused her to leave the ground before saying.

"You're pussy, please that would be like throwing a hot dog down a wet hallway."

I jumped again before grabbing my shirt.

"Then my ass, please take my ass just stop bouncing!"

I whipped her nipple hitting the weight and bounced again.

"Please sir I can't take it anymore, anything you want."

I whipped the other nipple.

"What about later once you leave?"

"Anytime, you know where I live just come and fuck me whenever you want."

I bounced again.

"I think you should come over here I like to watch you tan and this has been fun."

"Fine, anything, just please take these fucking weights off."

I whipped her pussy this time.

"You want me to do what?"

"Please sir, fuck my ass."

I whipped her pussy again.

"And later?"

"Anything, anytime, anywhere, please sir, just fuck me!"

I whipped her pussy a third time.

"Fine, bend over and show me that sexy ass of yours."

"Sir the weights?"

"Bend over now!"

She bent and I circled her. I slid my hand up her pussy, which was still soaking and lubed up her ass. I pressed my cock into her pussy and then pressed it on her ass. Pressing it in Lydia moaned and twitched but I slid it all the way in. Her ass was so tight around my cock I felt like I was losing circulation. I pulled out and then slammed it in again making the weights on her tits swing and pull on her nipples. Slowly I started to fuck her pulling her hard against me letting her ass grip my cock and making her tits swing with each thrust.

"Stand up I want to play with you."

She rose up and I pulled her tits to me massaging them and started to fuck her faster. Lydia started to moan and press back with her ass. Her nipple were tied together weights hanging off, clit under even more strain with a large weight pulling on it and she was fucking back on me with her ass. I wanted her so bad and I started to really fuck her and she started to moan and gasp with each thrust driving back harder. 

"Its so good, my nipples and my clit are on fire but your cock is so fucking good in my ass. Faster, faster let me milk your cum with my ass."

"Jump bitch, make me cum in your ass."

I lifted her before dropping her and she screamed as all three weights swung down on landing. I lifted her again and she jumped back up. She started jumping and her tits bounced and swung the weights pulling her down each time. After bouncing for a while the weight on her clit pulled off and she screamed louder than ever. I put my hand to it and started to play with her pussy lifting her so she dropped on my cock. Her ass was clenching around my cock. My balls started to tighten and I bit into her shoulder and she started to cum again spraying my hand and it made me blow my load inside her. This set her off again and her ass started to throb from the force of her shaking as she came. I pulled her body to mine and keep bouncing her, pushing into her ass even as we came. Once I stopped cumming I pulled out of her ass with a pop and pressed her to her knees.

"Clean it up."

She dove onto my cock sucking it and licking with her tongue cleaning off every drop of cum and swallowing it all when she finished she looked up.

"Thank you sir, can take these off now so my nipple have feeling for later?"

"Yes but keep them with you, I have some other toys for them later."

She took them off and jumped up to hug me.

"Sir, you treat me too good."



Old Friend, New World



"Fuck, what am I going to say, what am I going to talk to him about?"

Stuart thought to himself as he drove along the nearly empty street in his hometown. The whole "childhood friends reuniting" thing seemed so strange to him- was he, the college student, really the same person as the grade schooler? So much had changed since then. How long had it been? Nine, maybe ten years...

John had been his best friend growing up, but in the summer between fourth and fifth grade, his parents had gotten divorced, and he and his Mother had gone to Louisiana to live with her family. Stuart had heard sometime later that she had died of cancer of some sort, but by then it had been so long since he had talked to her that it didn't affect him anyway. Like so many people, they had become only names in his memory. It was more than slightly surprising, then, that he received a telephone call from John last week. He had gotten the number from Stuart's parents, and wanted to let Stuart know that he was in town for two weeks house-sitting for a cousin and, if Stuart had the time, they should get together and catch up.

And now Stuart found himself parking his car in the driveway of the house that John said he was watching.

"It must be the right place," Stuart thought as he looked at the Enterprise bumper sticker on the car that was already there. He rang the doorbell, heard a "coming!" from inside, and then the door opened. The man opening the door was obviously John, but if Stuart had thought that he was a different person now than the kid, John would have been an entirely different species. 

They had both been the "brains" of the class. They weren't old enough yet to have become full-blown nerds, but that seemed to be their futures. Stuart had gotten involved in football in high school, and, while never one of the superstars, had done well enough to exist on the periphery of the "cool" kids. John, it appeared, had done better. Growing up, John had been almost frail in his thinness, but now, although he was still thin, it appeared much more healthy, like that of a swimmer or a diver. His fashion sense had also noticeably improved- John was that kid in every school with the poorly done home haircut and the slightly out of date clothes. Now, he looked like he was ready to hit a club, with one of the trendy button-down club shirts over a pair of jeans that looked suspiciously new, even though they appeared to be well-worn.

"Hey Stu, it's damn good to see you again. I wondered whatever the hell happened to you! Come on in and grab a beer." Not waiting for an answer, John shoved a bottle into Stu's hand, and then moved aside to let him in.

The awkwardness that he had expected never came, but there was a lot to catch up on. Stu filled John in on what happened to all their classmates, including the latest gossip about Alex Hedges, the troublemaker of the class, who was now in jail awaiting trial for three counts of statutory rape. He heard about how all the stories about the terrible state of Louisiana's schools were true, and about the strange backwoods family that would come visit John and his mother every few months. John had wound up going to Columbia, but dropped out after a year to pursue a modeling career. How he had gotten into that involved an entertaining and convoluted story involving a drag queen roommate, a college theater production, and a failed bid to appear on a reality show. That explained the fashion transformation, Stu thought.

Stu wasn't prepared for what happened next. "I have to tell you something, man. I'm gay. Sorry, I know it's weird to be telling you about being in the Sears catalog one second, and then telling you about who I like to sleep with. It's just that I haven't told anyone who knew me outside of New York, and I really wanted to."

Stu wasn't sure what to say, and stumbled getting the words out. "That's cool... I mean, who really cares, right? I'm happy for you, that you're doing what you want, I mean..."

John laughed. "It's ok, man. I'm long past needing validation." That last part put Stu at much more ease, and he asked John when he knew, and if he had told his family, and what it was like coming out to himself. "And so, I just sort of always knew, but didn't really want to admit it to myself," John finished.

His openness about all the difficulties he had really impressed Stu, who found himself telling John, "you know, I've never told anyone this, but I've always wondered what it would be like. I mean, how does anyone ever really know what they want without seeing what's all out there?"

"So why haven't you?"

"I don't know, I'm not really interested enough to really do anything."

"So why even worry about it?"

"It's something to think about. I watched a gay porn once and liked it enough. I guess I don't feel anonymous or safe enough with anyone."

"But you just admitted all that to me."

"Well, that's different, we go back a long way. Plus, you've been out of touch for so long, you don't know anyone I know anymore."

"Would you like to see me?"

"What?"

"I said, 'would you like to see me.' I do modeling, you know, I'm not shy."

"Ok, but don't do anything weird, I'm already not totally comfortable."

"Don't worry, I'll stay over here, promise." 

John stood up from the couch he was sitting on. It seemed as if it took minutes for him to undo his belt, open up his jeans, and pull them off, leaving only his boxers on. Stu noticed two things about John- first, that he appeared completely shorn of body hair, like most swimmers would be, and, more importantly, that he was starting to get the tell-tale bulge in his pants. And then John was sliding down and kicking away even his boxers, and standing there uncovered from the waist down. He hadn't shaved entirely after all- there was a neat collection of dark blonde curls atop his now almost fully hard dick. John didn't have any tan lines, Stu noted, but was one single color from the legs up- not entirely tan, but not pale either. Stu was surprised at how different his dick looked from his own, since he had always assumed that they were fairly similar. John's head was a pinkish-orange, and was noticeably wider around than his shaft, which was wider than it was tall, making it have a flattened appearance. Stu's, on the other hand, had a nearly round shaft, and his head was more pointed and purple. John's stiffened a little as Stu gazed at it. This was different than Stu, who had gotten hard as soon as John had stood up. Stu also felt a damp feeling inside his shorts, and realized that he had been leaking precum. He hoped that it wasn't enough to create a wet spot on the outside of his pants.

John walked closer to where Stu was, running his hand slightly over his dick a couple of times. "You can touch it, if you want, you know," he said. Stu was extremely scared, but also very turned on. He had that nervous excitement that he always felt when something he was anticipating, but concerned about, was about to happen.

Stu reached out and grabbed John's dick. As he did, John started to move his hips back and forth against Stu's hand, very lightly, probably not even aware he was doing it. Stu, however, was fixated upon where the shaft disappeared into John's scrotum, and how the skin slipped up and down as he moved his hand. He started to move his hand further, not faster, and watched the changes that this caused in John's sack. Then he put his thumb firmly against the bottom as he ran his hand upwards, causing a droplet of precum to form on the tip. It dribbled down slightly, but didn't go too far, simply pooling at the end of a small, wet track on the head. Stu hadn't realized that he had done it until he heard John suck in his breath, but he licked it up with a quick swipe of his tongue over the tip. It tasted very faintly of salt, in a way that was almost more imagined than real. 

John reached down and gently ran his hand across Stu's cheek and through his hair, causing him to look up. Their eyes met, and Stu felt that rush of carnal energy that comes with the first meeting. He had only been vaguely curious about another man before, but he realized that he was utterly into John. And, he realized, it was for John as John, regardless of the fact he had a dick. Something inside of him had changed, and he felt the hesitation leaving him as he lowered his head back to John's cock and, very gently, kissed the tip of it, lightly sticking his tongue out from between his lips. He was going faster now, tracing broad circles around the head, still not taking him into his mouth. Then, finally, Stu stuck his tongue out and drew it from top to bottom on John's shaft twice. On the third time, Stu tilted his head forward over the entire dick and closed his lips around it while inhaling deeply. He had just the head inside of his mouth and was sucking firmly while running his tongue over the underside where the two halves joined.

Then Stu felt John's hand leave his cheek, felt it running over his ear to the back of his head, and then pushing down. He didn't resist, and began to move his head up and down, while trying to keep his tongue in motion all over John's dick. Stu found himself totally lost in the moment, unable to keep his mind on what he was doing, simply keeping up with where his body was already taking him, sucking harder and softer, running a hand up John's chest under his shirt, gently gripping his balls. It was a while later now, and John's hands had left the back of Stu's head, and were now on his cheeks again, pushing him up and off. Stu looked down as he reluctantly withdrew John's cock from his mouth. It looked different now, he realized, wet and utterly beautiful from his mouth.

"Would you like to go to the bedroom?" John's voice cut in. This jolted Stu back into reality, and he hesitated. It's true he had just been sucking John off, but "the bedroom" meant that things were going to get much more serious. Before he could answer, John had grabbed Stu's hand and begun leading him away. 

John pushed Stu down onto the bed, and then sat down next to him. Stu couldn't help but notice that John's cock was still wet from being in his mouth, and reached down to stroke him again. John sighed, and Stu felt his hand on his thigh, then on his crotch. He looked down and saw that there was, in fact, a wet spot on the front of his pants, but John didn't seem to notice, and instead gave a light squeeze through the fabric. And then John was running his hand up under Stu's shirt, bringing the clothing with him. Stu obliged and took it the rest of the way off and then looked toward John, who smiled at him and said, "watch this," before leaning down to begin licking on Stu's nipple. This was the first real touching that Stu had received all evening, and it sent electricity down his spine, and he twisted towards John to give him more access to his chest. While John was gently nibbling and sucking on his nipple, Stu undid his belt and reached into his pants to finally touch himself.

"No, let me," John said, pulling away from Stu's chest and reaching down, pulling his pants and underwear down and off in a single motion. Stu laid there, bare before John's gaze, needing desperately to be touched. His nipples were cold from Stu's saliva, and felt as if they had been teased without the needed release. Likewise, John hadn't touched Stu's cock yet, making waiting for sensation sheer agony. Stu was humping up at the hair- he needed to feel something, and right then, but John had other ideas. He was straddling Stu's legs and holding his wrists down, preventing him from both escape and release. 

And then, in one motion, he took Stu entirely into his mouth. Stu was surprised at himself. For some reason, he expected John's mouth to feel different than those of girls he had slept with. But it didn't, other than how it provided the extreme relief that he needed. John, however, clearly knew his way around more than they did, as he gripped and kneaded on Stu's sack. After some time that couldn't have been more than a few minutes, he felt John hooking his arms under his legs, and pushing them forward, all without taking his mouth off of his dick, until it loudly popped out of his mouth. Even so, John didn't slow down his work, and kept licking around the head of Stu's dick, giving him a wet and soft and warm feeling. John moved his tongue downward, and began licking and kissing Stu's balls, sucking one into his mouth and then the other. He didn't stop, either, but continued down. Stu felt his hands on the back of his thighs and on his ass pulling him apart and opening him up to John's probing tongue.

John had finally reached Stu's hole. The first lash of his tongue over it caused Stu to suck in his breath. The feeling was like a cross between what he had felt when John was licking his nipples and when he was getting head. It was a combination of shock and excitement and a deeper, more sexual arousal. Stu gripped the sheets on either side of him as he felt John begin to lap away at the soft flesh. Stu could only remember impressions of the next several minutes, of his hands clutching the sheets ever harder, John's tongue probing deeper inside of him with little thrusts, his own fingers rubbing across his chest, and, finally, John's mouth surrounding his dick, licking and sucking hard as he squealed and began coming into John's throat.

Still in his post-orgasm daze, Stu was running his hands over John's chest- at some point, he had taken his shirt off, and revealed that he did, in fact, shave his body hair. It revealed a smooth chest and abs, with the muscles underneath just barely defined in his form. This line of thought was interrupted by John moving. Stu opened his eyes in time to see John moving his face towards his. "Oh god, he's going to kiss me!" thought Stu, feeling panic well up in him. For some reason, the thought of kissing John upset him far more than the reality of just having sucked his cock. He tried to turn his head away, or at least keep his mouth closed, but John was insistent, and had pried it open after a few seconds. As he felt John's tongue sliding over his lips, he felt his resistance melting away, being replaced by a feeling of excitement as he finally gave himself fully to the kiss.

There was something else there as Stu let his tongue explore John's mouth- a slippery salty flavor. He hadn't swallowed! Stu regarded this with excitement and curiosity, rather than shock. Having given himself over fully to John's body, he felt no resistance left in him to anything that the two of them could do. He kissed back, deeply, sucking on John's tongue as if it were his dick.

"John feels so good pressed up against me," Stu thought- his body was so firm and strong. They kissed again.

"Do you want to go further?" John broke the kiss to ask. Stu didn't respond directly, just twisted around in his arms, offering himself to John who, instead of continuing, got up and went into the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later holding what looked like a small shampoo bottle. "Roll over," he said. Stu obliged, and got up on his hands and knees. He felt John's hands running over his back, and then something cold and wet on his ass. John was lubing him up! The cold feeling of the lube reminded Stu that there was more yet to come, and how real this all was, even though it felt like it was happening in a haze.

Stu was enjoying the feeling of John's hand as it applied the lube, especially when he slipped a finger into his ass to coat the inside. And then he felt something different- it was larger and smoother. Stu realized John was running his dick up and down Stu's entire crack, getting it really coated with lube. Every time he would feel John's tip running over his hole, he would push pack, trying to finally get it inside him, but never succeeding.

"You ready?"

"Be gentle," Stu said, since he had no idea what to expect. He felt John's hands on the small of his back, pushing downward more firmly than he had before. Stu felt John pressing against his hole, and then slowly but firmly and inescapably sliding into him. With that, he was being penetrated by another man. He could feel John's whole body pressed up against him from behind now, and knew that he was fully in. John ran his hands forward and back along Stu's back, from his shoulders down to his ass several times, giving him a chance to get used to being filled.

Stu moved first, and began squirming up and down on John's dick. He felt filled by it, consumed by its presence within him. He had been worried that it would hurt, but there had been no pain, only a relaxingly large feeling inside of him. John began to thrust with short and shallow strokes, moving only an inch or two in and out. He began to go faster and further. It felt strange to Stu. The pleasure itself wasn't sexual excitement- it was more like deep physical relaxation. Mentally, it was extremely erotic. Thoughts flashed through his mind: repeating over and over that he was being fucked by another man, how good John's hands felt on his hips, pulling him back onto his dick, the sense of fullness and relaxation he had. Stu laid his head down on the pillow, and lost himself in the sensations of John's fucking.

After a while, John pushed Stu over, causing him to pull off of his cock with a wet slipping sound. "Lie back," he said, and moved around between his legs. John then pushed them up, bringing Stu's knees to his chest, before slipping inside him again. This position felt strange. With each thrust into him, Stu felt a sharp tingle of pleasure, more so than the general enjoyment he had been feeling. He moaned each time John's body slapped against his.

John looked down at him and said "you like that, huh? I bet that I'm hitting your prostate. Feels good, doesn't it?" Stu responded by grinding his ass back up into John. 

John continued to pump away at Stu's ass, making a slapping sound as their bodies collided. Stu started to feel a warmth building up in his ass, and spreading across his lower body as John continued his thrusts. The warmth suddenly exploded in waves of ecstasy as his second orgasm tore through his body. It was unlike every one he had up to this point- it was fuller, and less centered on his dick than previous ones were. He found himself thrashing up against John's body and grunting loudly. John continued his pumping, maintaining a steady rhythm of sex throughout Stu's orgasm, while reaching one hand down to play in the cum that coated Stu's stomach. As his orgasm subsided, Stu reached up and pulled John's face down to his and began to kiss him deeply, as he ran his hands down John's back, now damp with sweat, to clutch at his ass as he continued to fuck him. 

John began to push harder against Stu's body now, and grind against him. His breath was coming in shallow stutters, and Stu knew that he was getting close too. "Cum in my ass," he whispered while sticking his tongue into John's ear. This was all that John needed to go over the edge. He pushed in one last time, very firmly, and with a grunt, held himself against Stu, who had begun flexing his anal muscles to try to give John as much pleasure as possible. 

After a few seconds, John pulled out, and Stu felt suddenly empty. "Why don't we go take a shower and get cleaned up?" John said, looking into Stu's eyes.

"I'd like that," Stu agreed, and he went off to the bathroom with his arm around John's waist, and his ass leaking John's cum.

They had said their goodbyes and given each other a final kiss. Stuart found himself driving home down the same street he had gone to John's on. He never did see John again, and he eventually faded back again into simply another name.



Old Friend Stays Over



Sandra, in her mid 20's, had been a friend of ours since high school.  She was 5'6, a little bit overweight, large-breasted, long brown hair, big brown eyes.  She always had trouble with boyfriends, relationships never lasted.  Usually she would be broken-hearted and leaning on our shoulder about something.  Really it became a bit tiresome over the years to keep hearing the same story, it was kind of good that she lived in another city.  

But having a guest is always unique, and news of her visit was quite welcome.  Probably good for Sandra, too, to be traveling somewhere for a change.  

My wife and I greeted her the afternoon of her arrival.  Quickly she shared the usual soap opera story of her unhappy love life...but it was good to see her anyways, and we also laughed and joked, caught up on old times...

My wife Cathy was heading off on a retreat that evening, due to return in 2 days' time.  So Cathy and Sandra said their good-byes after dinner.  We'd set up our spare bedroom for Sandra, down the hall from the master bedroom.  

Sandra and I stayed up to talk a while longer, and in frustration I said to her "you've got to act on what you want, Sandra, you can't just let life keep passing you by..." She didn't say much in response, before we both retreated to our rooms for the night.  

A half-hour later, I had settled into bed, had just turned the lights out, when I heard bare feet on the hallway floor.  A moment later there was a knock on the door.  

I slung on a robe, and went over to open the door.  Sandra was in her nightgown, in bare feet.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks.  

"Can we talk a bit more, Bill?" she asked.  

We sat together on the couch, she cried, I listened, I consoled.  It was getting cold in the house, so I got her a blanket to cover up.  She shared it with me.  

It was still a bit cold, and she said "hey Bill, would it be okay if we cuddled up a bit?"

We sat closer.  The warmth from her body was nice.  I noticed how beautiful her long brown hair was, and my hand reached over to touch it briefly, before I put my arm around her shoulder.  For the first time all evening, she seemed to settle down.  

We stayed like that for about half an hour.  

"Well Sandra, I think we should head to bed now...are you feeling better?"

She nodded, and we again retreated to our bedrooms.  I had an erection which I tried to hide.  She noticed both my erection and my embarrassment about it, but pretended that she hadn't seen.  She politely excused herself, and shut her bedroom door. 

A half hour later, I had been thinking about the evening, still had a bit of an erection, but finally was on the verge of dozing off in my darkened room.  I heard the door slowly creep open, without a knock, and soft footsteps of bare feet tip-toeing across the floor.  

There was the sound of clothes rustling and dropping to the floor, before she climbed under the heavy down comforter in my bed, next to me.  

"Sandra, what-"

"Shhh..." she said.  "Let's just cuddle some more.  It's cold in your house."

"I don't think we should, Sandra, I-"

"Bill, I'm acting on what I want, and I'm not just letting life pass me by."

With that, I let it go.  We cuddled a bit. We lay on our sides, and I was facing away from her.  A few minutes later, she started gently squirming a little bit, and her hands started moving over different parts of my partially clothed body.  What was initially a friendly hug became a gentle massage of my shoulders.  I could feel the warmth of her body, from where her bare breasts touched my back, from where her groin rubbed up against my ass, and from her hot breath on my neck. Her hands brushed down over my pyjamas, gently over my much harder erection.  

She unbuttoned my pyjamas, slid them down, and her bare hands took hold of my cock, just holding it gently, touching, softly exploring.  Meanwhile her body was gently writhing against mine, she seemed to be grinding her groin up against my bare ass, and her hot naked feet started moving up and down my lower legs.  

I turned over and gave in.  

"Fuck, Sandra."  We kissed, our tongues throbbing wetly against each other's, our bodies grinding and squirming side by side.  She grabbed my cock and expertly positioned it at her cunt.  Wordlessly, she arched her back, pushing my cock into her soft pussy.  She had my cock inside her within 10 seconds of my turning over.  

It's so interesting and sexy to be inside someone you've known for so long, yet never lain naked with.  

When I contemplated the size of her large, full, fat breasts with massive areolas and stiff, turgid nipples, and appreciated their lush, velvety light brown skin with little freckles I had never known about, seeing them rock and jiggle with every movement we made, I almost blew my load right then.  

"I've wanted to fuck you all these years, Bill.  I want to be your secret whore.  Now fill me with cum...blow your load in my cunt...I want to feel your cum shoot into me...don't hold back...I'm your dirty slut now...just fuck me and cum in me...let it go...don't wait...let it happen...fill me up...do it...do it...my cunt is thirsty...I want to see your eyes when you cum in me..."  She stopped talking, and just looked deeply into my eyes, with a smile, kissing me with her tongue every few seconds, and she wrapped her arms around my ass, pulling me hard and deep into her.  Her cunt muscles tightened and relaxed in rhythm with the sensuous gyrations of her torso.  I felt her writhing legs and feet, and her feet flexed tightly against my legs as she gasped loudly and shuddered.  

For that first time, I only lasted 2 minutes.  It was sooo sexy, side by side, her big breasts flopping to her side, her hot curvy body writhing against mine, our feet playing with each other's, our tongues deep inside each other's mouths...when it came time, I just let it go, it was like a bubble burst, and my cock and her cunt became one.  After a few surges of cum, her pussy started squeezing, milking out more and more cum from the last part of my orgasm.  

We feel asleep together like that, my softening cock still inside of her.  

When I awoke 2 hours later, Sandra was facing the other way.  A strong odor of our bodies filled the bed.  I gently rubbed her soft shoulders, and reached around to feel her breasts.  I had another erection, and this time Sandra was again grabbing gently onto my cock and positioning herself.  I tried to cooperate, but she squirmed out of the way a bit.  

"Fuck my ass" she said.  "I'll bet Cathy doesn't give you that."

She was right.  Sandra backed up against me, and forced my hard cock up into her anus.  It had some trouble popping inside, but once in, it was sublime!  Tight, dirty, sexy beyond belief, as Sandra squirmed, tightening her anus against my cock as she moaned and swore.  She welcomed my intensifying thrusts with more of her own, until the bed was shaking and banging against the wall.  I didn't want to hurt her, but she kept saying "push it in deeper, stick it up my ass" as she pushed herself back onto my cock with all her force.  I did end up so deep inside her that my balls were tightly lodged between her vagina and her anus, and she massaged them gently with her hands, moaning as we pushed each other back and forth with our hips.  Her anus had such a tight grip on me that we were really locked together, I couldn't have pulled out if I tried.  

"Shoot your cum up my ass" she said, over and over again, sometimes in a sweet, melodious voice, sometimes in a husky, lusty growl, sometimes a firm command, but over and over again, until, 15 minutes later, after I'd held back as long as I could, I had a massive orgasm, dumping a huge load of semen into her bowels, her anus spasmodically gripping my softening cock like a vice.  

We collapsed together.  "Thank you, thank you..." she kept repeating, some of the cum dribbling out.  She scooped up whatever she could, and popped it into her mouth.  

We had a nice breakfast the next morning, after putting the bedding in the wash.  

We had a closer friendship after that.  The following year, Sandra got married.  Her own personal problems seemed to resolve.  It was as if there was a tension inside her that needed to be relieved, after which she could carry on with her life...