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Partners

By: alonzo14



Jody and Joe were friends. They were also partners. They were also cops.

At the precinct they were known as Jo-Jo. Or sometimes Go-Go. Jo-Jo because of their similar names and Go-Go because if there was a chase, they were the team to be in it. Jody could drive with the best of them. She loved to speed down the highway, chasing down some dope that thought he could outrun her.

Such was the case that evening, when the call came over the radio that a convenience store had just been robbed. "That's right near this area," said Joe as Jody fired up the squad car.

As soon as they got the description of the getaway vehicle, damn if it didn't speed past the spot where they had been parked, sipping their coffee.

Jody peeled out of the parking lot and took off after the perpetrators. She got off on the chase. There was just something about speeding down a road at upwards of 80 miles an hour that got her damp between the legs. And the faster she drove, the wetter her panties got.

As they chased the car through town, siren blaring, both Jody and Joe were getting into the chase. Soon other squad cars joined in and a convoy of cop cars chased them until the runaway crooks spun out and crashed into a parked truck. Jody screeched her vehicle to a halt and both she and Joe rushed out, weapons drawn, ready for anything. 

But there was nothing to worry about. Both perps were knocked out cold, blood running down their foreheads. Joe checked for pulses. They were both alive and the stolen loot was in the back seat.

For the rest of their shift, the two of them relieved the excitment of the chase. Joe asking Jody if she got turned on again while involved in the pursuit. He knew his partner well and didn't have to ask, but he liked to hear her admit to her excitment. And her excitment made him get excited himself.

At the end of their shift, Joe asked Jody if she'd like to stop for a drink at his place to celebrate the day's events. Jody readily agreed.

Back at Joe's apartment, they both tossed their hats and batons and service revolvers on the counter and settled down on the couch for a drink.

Jody like the way Joe looked in his uniform and Joe like the way Jody's breasts pressed against her shirt, a shirt that always seemed at least one size too small.

Talking again about the chase, Jody was clearly getting turned on again. She placed her hand on Joe's leg and slowly moved it up his thigh. And she got the desired result, spotting the bulge in his pants grow into a massive erection.

"Oh, my, what have we here, Joe?", she coyly cooed. "I'm not exciting you, am I?"

"You know damn well you are, and I know that's exactly what you want", he replied.

Jody left the couch and knelt between her partners legs and began unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants. So she had his stiff cock in her hands, moving them up and down the length of his shaft. "Oh, what a condition. We must certainly do something about this," she laughed.

Joe nearly fainted as Jody stuck the swollen head of Joe's cock betwen her lips and moved her tongue all around it. Letting out a groan, Joe slumped back into the cushions of the couch. Putting more and more of his throbbing member into her hot, wet mouth, Jody started sucking for all she was worth. She loved the taste of cock. She loved the texture. She loved to feel the big veins running up and down its length. And she loved to feel it pulsate as she provided the intense pleasure that she knew she was giving. But most of all, Jody like to feel the cock spasm as it shot it hot sticky load into her mouth, and she knew that that moment was fast approaching because Joe was groaning and moaning so loud and he was moving his legs to and fro each time she engulfed his cock with her mouth.

Finally, her partner could take it no more. She felt his cock jerk suddenly and then felt the splash of his hot cum pouring into her mouth.  Joe's cock was such a joy to suck, because it always shot out a lot of cum and Jody loved to lap up every drop. Some of it would escape and start dripping down her chin, but she always was able to move a finger there and scoop up the creamy stuff and lick it off her finger.

Joe looked down at Jody and said, "Now it's your turn." Standing up before him, she let him unbuckle her pants, and they soon fell to the floor. In an instant her panties joined her pants in a big pile. Joe loved the look of Jody's smoothly shaven pussy. He loved the little tattoo of a heart that graced her upper thigh.  Pulling her to the couch, he layed her down and took a position between her legs, her feet on the cushions and her kness bent and spread wide.

Jody's pussy was magnificent. Her love juice was pouring out of it, glistening in the light. Joe loved the taste of Jody's pussy and he loved the smell. The wetter her pussy was, the better he liked eating it.

He moved to start sucking on her clit and Jody immediately let out a low groan. As much as she liked sucking cock, she loved to have her pussy licked and sucked. Joe stuck his tongue as far into her wet pussy as it would go and Jody arched her back at little at the pleasure of it. He nibbled her pussy lips and suckled her clit. My god, she was wet!!! Her juices flowed out of her sopping cunt and covered his mouth and chin.  Working her pussy with the same ferver that she had used on his cock, Joe began to hear her moans become louder and stronger. Jody's body began writhing and she squeezed his head between her thighs.

Finally, Jody could stand it no longer. The pleasure was too great, the pressure building too fast. It quickly overcame her whole body and she erupted in a wave of orgasms that made her body shake.  She came in torrents of ecstacy and literally began screaming with pleasure. After about five such waves, she collapsed, utterly satisfied, totally fulfilled.

Joe lay there with his head in Jody's lap for a long time, occasionally gently kissing her still soaking pussy, until he noticed that she had fallen asleep. He got up and carefully carried her to his bed, and after laying her down, he removed her shirt and put her under the covers. He removed his own shirt and joined her in bed. He would let her sleep, but he knew that when she awakened, she would want more, and he wanted to be there to give it to her. 

Partners



Chapter One

The summer evening was hot and steamy. She was conscious of the cool fresh burst of air conditioning as she slowly walked up the stairs to the bar. It had been a long day and she was looking forward to relaxing with a drink and the piano. She made her way to one of the small tables and smiled a hello to Joe the bartender as she walked by. As she settled herself into the chair, he appeared to welcome her. He reached over to kiss her cheek and said he was glad to see her. This was such a comfortable place for her to be. The people were warm and friendly and she felt safe. “Thanks Joe. It’s good to be here, “ she said. “I think I’ll have a Stoli, straight up tonight, with some of those great blue cheese stuffed olives.”

“You’ve got it sweetheart,” he said with a smile and went off to fix her drink.

She surveyed the room. It was a good crowd for a weeknight. The wonderful music of the piano man filled the room and she slowly began to relax. It was a beautiful room; sophisticated and elegant; in the tradition of big city piano bars. The lights were low and each table was covered with a linen cloth and a single candle. Fresh flowers were the only thing missing. Joe appeared with her perfectly chilled drink and she could literally feel the tension of the day ease from her shoulders as she took the first sip. She turned her attention to the music. The piano player was a wonder; his fingers dancing over the keys. She couldn’t help but imagine a man’s hands playing her body with the same passion and perfection. His voice was alternately low and seductive and upbeat and jazzy. He shared the stage with a younger man with a more classically trained voice and together they filled the room with beautiful sounds. Their repertoire included most of the old standards that she loved, interspersed with Broadway show tunes. She loved to sing along; she knew most all the words. The songs were romantic and sensual and she delighted in both the sound and how she felt as she listened.

The only thing missing was a partner to dance with.

She loved to dance. Her father had taught her when she was only about 12 or 13 years old. She remembered after all these years the feel of him pulling her close. One arm tight around her waist, the other gently but firmly holding her hand. She remembered the words he had whispered as he has taught her to follow the lead of his body. “The man should hold you close and firmly,“ he had said. “You should be able to feel his body with yours and allow yourself to respond to its lead. His leg will often be between yours, helping to you respond to his movements even as he is making them. Dancing is like making love,” he had told her, “You’re just standing up.”

She remembered her father as a strong and passionate man. He had lived life to the fullest and was taken from her much too early. She was only 14 when he died and there was much he did not have an opportunity to teach her; much about the ways of men and women. She remembered his hearty laughter, his practical jokes, the warm kisses and monster hugs that they had always so eagerly shared. Even after all these years, she still could conjure up the feel of his cheek against hers and his arms holding her tight. She still missed him.

She was jolted back to reality with the realization that Pietro was standing before her. He smiled down; offered his hand, and said “Would you like to dance?”

Even as she reached to take his outstretched hand, she was rising from her chair. “Yes,” she said, smiling back at him.

Pietro was the owner of this restaurant and bar. He was an attractive bachelor who had just recently celebrated his 50th birthday. It was his lead that his employees followed in creating the friendly safe atmosphere. His motto, he had once told her, was “You’re never alone at Villa Verone.”

He led her to the dance floor and opened his arms to her. She stepped comfortably into his embrace as the music began. He pulled her close to him, one arm encircling her waist, the other gently, but firmly holding her hand. She noticed that he was tall; probably close to six feet. His hair was dark with lots of gray and his eyes were dark brown, rimmed with long dark lashes. He shoulders were broad and he was dressed much more formally than most of the men in this town. He wore real trousers, a dress shirt, but no tie and a handsome summer weight sport coat. Classy and elegant, just like the room. 

She realized then that the piano man had taken a break and they were dancing to one of her favorite CDs. It was a Rod Stewart collection of all the old love songs from the war years. She knew all the words and found herself singing along. He pulled back slightly and smiled and then joined in. Together they the moved gracefully across the dance floor, singing to each other. He was a very good dancer. He held her close and she found it very easy to follow his lead. They danced together like they had been together for a lifetime. It was easy, comfortable and natural. He twirled her around, always bringing her firmly back against his body. One hand was firmly at the small of her back, pulling her body into contact with his; with his other hand he was more emotive. Sometimes he guided their coupled hands out from their bodies to balance their movements; sometimes he brought them close into his chest. Often he would reach down to gently kiss the back of her hand. Sometimes he gathered her very close by bending her arm gently behind her and using both his arms to pull her close to him.

One song segued into another and they continued to dance and sing. They were alone on the dance floor; lost in this magical moment. His mouth came forward and brushed her cheek. He nuzzled his face into her hair. He whispered into her ear, “You are incredibly beautiful and so very sensuous.” She remembered her father’s words and knew that there was more to this moment that simply the dance. She found herself responding to this man and knew that he was responding to her.

He seemed intent on drawing her closer and their bodies seemed to melt into each other. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she wondered if he could feel the hard little points of her nipples through the cotton dress. She could certainly feel the heat emanating from between his legs and sometimes, depending on how their bodies moved against each other, she was aware of the large, hard, bulge in his pants.

It was the most marvelous dancing that she had enjoyed in years. This man really knew how to dance and understood all that dancing could be between a man and a woman.

But even as she danced with him, her mind was elsewhere, to another man. Their dancing experience was very limited, but as a lover… “You have to stop this,” she said to herself. “He’s not here.” Practice staying in the moment.

It was difficult, but she tried.

Chapter Two

Pietro reluctantly led her back to her table. He was working and needed to attend to other customers and staff. He smiled and said, “I hope you can stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she responded and settled back down to listen to the piano man as he returned from his break. Joe, the bartender soon appeared with a fresh drink.

“From Pietro,” he said. She looked for him across the room and he turned her way. Their eyes met for a moment and she raised her glass to acknowledge his gift. She smiled at him; he winked at her.



The music continued and the time passed. She sat alone, lost in the music and in the pleasurable sensations still lingering in her body from the dances that they had shared. It only served to remind her of the feelings that he had awaken in her. “What’s happening?,” she asked herself. “It’s not fair to any of us.”

She was aware of Pietro moving about the room, interacting with customers, handling his staff, generally aware of the mood of the room. He frequently looked her way and they exchanged a smile, but he was not able to return to her table. As the piano man and his partner prepared for their last song of the evening, he approached her again. “Another dance?” he asked.

“Of course,” she responded and moved comfortably into his arms. With the last song of the evening they were quiet and focused on each other and the physical sensations that dancing together brought. Even though they had never danced together before tonight, their bodies fit together like they were made for this. It felt so good to be in his arms; so good to feel the strength of his arm around her waist. As the song ended and he led her back to the table, he said, ”Can you stay a little longer?”

“Sure,” she replied, unsure of what this meant.

She sat down at the table and watched as he said good bye to the last customers and finished business with Joe the bartender. He finished closing down the restaurant for the night. As she watched him walk back to the table, she realized that they were alone in the dark and quiet restaurant. He joined her at the table with two cups of expresso. As they sat together and drank, she was very conscious of the feelings that dancing with him had woken.

She was a single mom and had not been with a man in many years. That is, until this new lover, the one continuing to intrude upon her thoughts. Her life had been filled with balancing the myriad roles of mother, daughter, worker, colleague, and friend. But she had been no one’s lover. She had slept alone. It was not her choice, but it was the reality of the moment and she had dealt with it. Until him.

He had come into her life like a tornado. He pursued her with intensity; dates and conversations. His mind was quick and bright and she had learned to love to share her thoughts with him. They found nothing off limits to talk about; from the events of their individual days to the news events; from the big picture questions about life and loving that had no answers, to the minutia of individual personalities. Everything was fair game. They were honest and direct with each other; there was an almost immediate comfort level between them. She respected him and trusted him.

But if their verbal intercourse was satisfying, the sexual intercourse they shared was beyond description. As lover he had no equal; he was kind, generous, passionate, playful, impulsive, strong, gentle; sensitive and made her pleasure so much a part of his own that she never left his bed without total satisfaction. But he did not share her bed as frequently as she wished and that continued to be difficult for her.

Turning her attention back to Pietro, she asked him about his life outside the restaurant. Soon they were engaged in an easy conversation, sharing their lives and their interests with each other. She learned he had been born in Italy and was in the seminary briefly. “What a waste, she thought to herself. “He’s much too handsome and sexy to be a priest.”

The time flew and she realized that it was late and she really should be going. They walked down the stairs together and as he set the alarm and turned off all the lights her reached out for her. This time there was no music, but their bodies locked together and immediately the passions flared. He kissed her deeply as his arms circled tight around her. She was surprised not only by the intensity of his kiss, but more so by her reaction. It felt good. She did like to be kissed and he was a good kisser. She wasn’t sure if she was feeling guilty. Was she betraying her commitment?

She knew that the dance had awakened feelings in each of them. She wasn’t quite sure of how to proceed. Although the idea of exploring these feeling further was very attractive, she knew that at this point in her life she wanted much more. She wanted to be in a loving, committed, relationship. The man just seemed to be in question. 

She relaxed into his embrace, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. However, when he pulled back for a moment to look at her, she said, “Pietro, this is wonderful, but I really must go.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, clearly ready for more.

“Yes,” she said more firmly. And with that he backed away from her, clasped her hand and walked her out the door. They walked to her car in silence. Before she got in, she moved close to him again, for another kiss. She wondered if he realized how difficult it was for her to walk away from him. “Good night,” she whispered, “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Be safe,” he said as he gently closed the door.

Chapter Three

The ride home was short. She was aware of the dampness between her legs. She let herself in to the dark house and walked up to her bedroom. She flicked the switch on the little italian white lights above her bed and turned on the same Rod Stewart CD. She undressed and then slid between the cool sheets. Her body was on fire. She had responded to him physically, all the while wanting some one else. Now she just wanted release. She reached to the side of her bed for the toys. She laid a vibrator next to her on the bed and gently began to touch her breasts. It was not a surprise to find the nipples already tight, firm little buds. She tweaked them between her thumb and forefinger; alternating the pressure just like she liked; first feather soft and then almost, but not quite hurting. She reached down and took one nipple in her mouth, like he had taught her, as her other hand continued to massage the other breast. Her hands moved down her body slowly, feeling the soft gentle roundness of her belly. She touched the smoothness of her completely shaved pubis. She liked the way it felt. She was comfortable in her own skin; acknowledging that she wasn’t 20 or even 30 any longer, but that she had grown to know and understand herself and her body. She knew what she liked and what she didn’t. She was not shy with a lover. She was confident within herself and that would not change for any man.

As her fingers began to touch her vagina, she realized that lubrication would not be needed tonight. Her own juices had begun flowing hours earlier and had not tired. She touched her clitoris and felt the tingle. She was already engorged and sensitive to her touch. She fingered herself lightly, moving up and down and in and about with a gentle circular motion. Her fingers moved across her labia, spreading the warm wet juices in and out of her vagina. Her hips began to arch and move in an ancient dance of desire. She reached out for the vibrator, and turned the base to begin the vibration. Very, very slowly; very, very gently, she massaged the tip of the vibrator against her clitoris. The sensations were incredible. Her breathing became heavy and irregular. She moved the vibrator around her vulva, alternately stroking her clit and beginning to probe the entrance to her vagina. As she neared climax, she thrust the vibrator deep into her vagina. With one hand firmly pressing the vibrator deep into her vagina and the other stimulating her clit, she lost herself in this moment of her pleasure. Over and over she thrust the vibrator; faster and faster her fingers danced. She slid over quickly on her tummy to better enhance the pressure against her pubis. She liked the feel of the firm bed against her breasts and pumped her hips against the vibrator as she held it in position between her legs. She rode it in and out, imagining that it was him instead of her toy. She lifted her hips off the vibrator and allowed its tip to slide forward against her clit; stimulating the female on top position that she found so incredibly conducive to orgasms. The juxtaposition of the long, hard shaft thrusting hard inside her vagina and the rapid stimulation of her clit always pushed her over the edge.

She felt her body beginning to shiver and shudder. From deep inside her, a wave of feeling rolled forth, through her tummy and from the depths of her vagina, out to the engorged and throbbing clit. She moaned, pressing her face into the pillows so as to stifle the sounds. Her body was racked with a final spasm and then she lay spent on the bed. Slowly she became aware again of her surroundings and rolled herself onto her back. Her vulva, especially the swollen clitoris was wet and still tingling. 

She was aware that Rod was still singing. Listening to the words, she felt her eyes well up and a hot salty tear slide down her cheek. Her emotions were still raging; there was still so much pent up inside her straining to be released. The words of the song , “I can only give you love that lasts forever and a promise to be near each time you call…” She allowed the tears to flow unchecked. The release that she craved was more than just the incredible orgasm that she had just experienced.

The song ended, she turned off the lights and the CD. She wrapped her arms around her pillow aware of the empty side of the bed. She closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer that someday soon, there would be a warm male body sharing her bed again; someone who believed in love that would last forever …



Partners



Joann walked into the station for the first time as a dispatcher with a little nervousness. It was her first day at a new station since moving to Tulsa to start her new life. As she walked in, a few of the scruffy sergeants looked at her, partly in lust over her curves and partly in disdain that Tulsa's brass hired another female for dispatch. Joann was use to this treatment, having gone through many forms of sexual discrimination in her hometown of Chicago. It was the reason she moved out here to escape it. 

As she walked towards the chief's office, the sight of this handsome man caught her eye. He was about six foot, black hair with a firm young build. As she looked, she saw the telltale sign of a band of gold on his left hand. Another temptation, she thought to herself. As she walked into the chief's office, she felt like someone was scoping her out as well. She dismissed it quickly, thinking that it was just because she was new here. 

The chief was an old guy who was against her starting here, but was under pressure to diversify his force when her resume came in over the fax machine. As he went over some of the departmental policies and things, Joann's mind wandered and all she could think about was that guy outside the office. She had been away from a man's touch for a while. Partly because of failed relationships and partly because she wanted to prove she was independent in front of her father. The chief, sensing her mind wandering, asked if she preferred to be on night dispatches. Joann agreed to it before the chief took her out to show here where everything was at the station.

Near the locker rooms, she again noticed the same officer from earlier. This time, he flashed a bright smile that seemed to imbed itself in her brain. The chief took the opportunity to introduce them, adding the fact that Jason's wife was a very good friend of his. The mention of Jason's wife was like a missile shooting down an enemy plane to Joann as her heart took a massive hit. She kept smiling at him however before the chief showed her around the rest of the station. Deep inside, she felt hurt again. 

She went home that night distraught because of how hot Jason was and how she wished it was his massive arms holding her instead of the cold blankets. As she reached for her trusty silver bullet to release her tensions, she thought about her new job and how professional she would have to be to keep it. As the buzzing toy touched the tip of her clit, she felt a familiar tingle that had been her only feeling down there for a while. She secretly wished it was Jason's tongue down there instead of a piece of machinery. As she had her miniature climax, she fell asleep knowing that she started at dispatch the next night.

Jason was walking in as Joann was. He watched as her tight shorts barely hid her full figured ass as she walked over to the weight room. Since he had some time before he had to go out on patrol, he decided he needed to tighten up his abs a little before going out. As he walked in, she looked lost trying to see what to do first. Jason walked over to offer his assistance and she agreed gratefully. As he held the bench press bar for her, she got an eyeful of his bulge from underneath. Her imagination started to move as she imagined licking him from underneath and the feeling of pleasure that would wash over him. The fantasy was interrupted by the feeling of weights on her arms as she began her repetitions. 

From above, Jason could see the points of her breasts poking through her top and imagined what he would do to them if only he had the chance. As he dreamed, she finished her reps and had to yell for him to pick them up before she dropped them on herself. She asked him if he was all right and he answered how his mind wandered a bit before they walked over to the rack full of various sizes of barbells. As she started her reps, he took the opportunity to watch and feel her arm. She blushed a little as there was a spark when he touched her arm before he explained that form was just as important as weight. She smiled at him before telling him she had to shower before going to duty. As she walked out, she casually let her hips rock a little more than usual just to see if they caught his attention. She turned slightly to see him cover his groin with a towel before walking into the locker room to shower. 

That night, Jason had a hard time making love to his wife because all he could think of was Joann. As his wife drifted off to sleep, he stayed in the study and began to look at the different porn sights to get his mind off as well as other parts. Yet, every girl he saw just reminded him of Joann. Was it the perky c cup breasts that attracted him, her long blond hair, the smile that seemed to sparkle like water in the sunlight? He unknowingly began to stroke his member thinking about kissing her beautiful nipples. As his daydream took him between her legs to lick her exquisite pussy, his cock erupted and coated his hand with cum. He cursed at himself for being attracted to another woman besides his wife. He then fell asleep next to his wife, who by then had taken every bit of blanket. 

The next night, Jason showed up at the station where he saw that Joann wasn't there yet. He decided to hang around a while before she showed when he remembered that he was suppose to be there early. As he ran to the locker room, he heard a weird sound coming from the woman's room. Quietly, he looked around to ensure no one was looking before sneaking in to investigate. As he quietly snuck up to the wall towards the showers, he heard that sound again. It sounded like a woman getting fucked. He carefully looked around the corner and saw Joann naked in the shower. Her eyes were closed as she was rubbing the tips of her nipples. The soap and water cascaded down her body as Jason watched. She was moaning loudly as she began to rub her breasts as Jason noticed the smooth area between her legs. It took a moment for Jason to gather his senses as his cock was out and he was stroking watching this nymph before him. A few moments and a climax later, Jason hurriedly walked out the door and went to his own side where he quickly changed into his uniform and walked out to dispatch. 

Joann was there waiting. Unknown to Jason, she knew he had been watching her and she enjoyed showing off in front of him. As she handed him his assignment, she winked at him just to get his goat before he hurriedly ran off to go on patrol. 

This game of cat and mouse continued for a few months. Joann would set up every opportunity to get with Jason and he would follow like a soldier going into combat. Every night, both would find comfort in their own homes masturbating over the actions of the other one and every shift, they would act as if nothing happened to keep suspicions at bay. 

One night, Joann was too horny for her vibe to do any good. Because it was so early in the morning, she decided she had to hear his voice. She pulled his business card out of her wallet where she wrote his home phone number and dialed the phone. The phone rang twice before he picked up the phone. She quietly asked him if he was alone and he answered affirmatively. That night, they talked for about an hour about work and his home life and such before Joann mentioned how she was still a little wired. This piqued his attention, so he asked why. She answered how she was thinking of him and how she wished he was at her house just to hold her. Jason smiled as he started to tell her how he wanted to just be there to kiss her lips, to move his hands down to around her waist. She started to squirm in her chair as she quietly pulled her toy from its hiding place and endeavored to put it near her now naked clit while he began to talk dirty. Jason heard the faint buzz and knew that he wanted to drive her crazy. 

He began to describe his kisses on her neck and how he wanted to lick her nipples with his tongue. She felt herself start to get wet from his words and encouraged him to continue. He then described how he wanted to stick his fingers inside of her so he could feel her wetness. She felt her legs involuntarily squeeze as he described the way his tongue wanted to part her lips and suck every bit of moisture from there. Her climax was long, slow, intense as he heard her moan softly over the phone. He talked her down from her high before hanging up the phone and stroking himself to yet another lonely climax. 

The next day, the flirting wasn't as intense as the past as they both now had an outlet for their lust towards each other. She glanced in his direction and smiled. He returned it quickly before going out on patrol. That night, she called again and he went back to telling her how bad she was and how he wanted to make her swallow his cum down her throat. She loved the rough stuff, so he would pepper his talks with lots of hair pulling and rough sex. She enjoyed the teasing every night to the point where she had to buy a new vibrator just to keep up with his descriptions. 

There was a time when they almost had their chance when she was sent on patrol with him because the chief felt she needed the experience. As they drove by a cemetery, she accidentally reached over and felt his hard rod under his pants. It took only a few moments for her to unbuckle his belt and pull out the stiff rod that had been her desire from first sight. She blew on it gently as it strained itself in her grasp as she lowered her mouth onto it and began to taste the precum. She began to suck harder as the radio dispatch was barely audible over his moans. It took a few sucks before his explosion filled her mouth with her reward before they received a call for backup. They were quiet the rest of patrol before they made it back to the station. 

That night there was no call. She was afraid she messed up when she sucked him off and was crying when she thought about his moans. The thought of his stiff member in her mouth made her twice as horny now and she wanted to come up with a way to feel his rod inside her desperate pussy. 

The chief decided she was to go out with him again just to get some more experience. They drove right by the same spot when Jason asked if he could return the favor. As she was stunned, she watched as Jason reached down and began to knead one finger along her clothed pussy. She felt herself go as his fingers kept taunting her, almost driving her crazy as her moans were louder and louder before she climaxed. He tasted his fingers afterwards and started to talk about when they could actually take the time to fulfill their desires for each other when they were called again.



Partners



"Mike! He's running into the alley on first and second street!" 

"Hear you loud and clear Sam!" Mike saw me and leapt at my knees to bring me down; barely missed. "He's headed your way Sam!" She didn't react fast enough and I plowed into her. These two must have been about only 30 years old and not your typical fat ass cops. She was about 5 foot 10 and he must have been 6 foot. Both were well built and from where I was at, she had the firmest (and softest) tits ever! They both had strawberry blonde hair with hints of red and each had green eyes. Family maybe? Who the fuck cared! I had her down and started rubbing on her pussy with my bulge and she fought like a bitch! She screamed, slapped, clawed, and tried to kick at me. I was somewhat winning until I felt a blow to my ribs. 

"Get the fuck off her now!" Geez the son of a bitch was strong. He had me by the throat and lifted me up off her. "If I had a gun, and if the fat mother fuckers known as 'back up' were here; you'd be dead!" Yeah, our town didn't need guns; or so the mayor said. We haven't had a crime of any sort for 5 years and we only had a police force for the hell of it. 

"What's wrong, don't like seeing your sister being screwed?" 

"Sister? She's not my sister you asshole, she's my best friend!" Sister or not, I'd still fuck her. Tall legs, hot ass body, shit she'd be mine. I saw the old warehouse just up the way and took my chance. I punched Mike in the face, threw Sam against the wall; and ran.

I ran inside, fucking realized I had my gun, and waited. They came running in moments after I had and started searching. Mike's nose must have bled because there was blood on his shirt. Sam looked a little dizzy and hurt. They disappeared out of sight so I armed myself with my gun. I turned the corner and got nose to nose with Sam. I grabbed her by the throat, threw her down, and was about to fuck her good until Mike hit me in the head with his fist. I pointed my gun at him and told him to knock it the fuck off, do as I say, and we'd be alright.

I had him face me and get on his knees. If he turned his head, his hot ass partner was getting shot. Some police officers, heh. I told him to strip to his boxers. Better yet, I had his partner do it. 

"Mike...I'm so sorry..." Tears were forming and Mike looked up. 

"Sam...it's ok..." So, she slid off his belt, tossed his mace and shit like that to the side, pulled off his pants (I swear she lingered) and took off his shirt. Now, his turn. 

"Now, you strip her to her bra and panties. But, you two have to play a little 'dirty'; or else." I cocked the gun and pointed it at Mike's dick. 

"I'll see you in hell you son of a bitch!" 

"Get going and start stripping!" Mike took the belt off pretty fast and was starting to unbutton her police shirt when she let out a soft and sexy moan. Mike and Sam looked at each other and must have both agreed to something because Mike ran his hands down her sides. Oh yeah; it's good to control. He pulled her close to him and started to unbutton her shirt again. Mike gently took if off, threw it to the side, and took off her undershirt. I knew he wanted that green bra off because he stared at it for a moment. Sam whispered something in his ear and his hands slid down to her crotch. He took off her pants and kissed her neck while she ran her fingers through his hair. 

"Now, next thing for you two. You're gonna listen to what I say, and you're gonna do it." I knew they wanted each other badly. Me? I had robbed a bank of $85,000 and I wanted to see some action. Not everyday you see two cops fucking one another. I told Mike to get on his knees and lick her panties. Must've been both their fantasy because Sam let out a moan and Mike got on his knees. He ran his hand across her pussy and put his hands at her waist. Copper started off small and then started panting as he licked her panties. As for Sam, she had been running her fingers through his hair, moaning his name, and enjoying each moment. She finally couldn't take it and got down and started kissing Mike with such a passion that I cummed in my pants. She threw off her panties and Mike dove in. 

He pulled off his boxers and Sam took off her bra by the time I stopped them. "Hey! You listen to what I say!" 

"Oh yeah? Fuck you." I made a move for my gun, I left it on the ground when I went to sniff Sam's panties, but Mike grabbed it first. "By the time back up arrives, you'll be dead." 

With that, I was shot. Where he shot me, I can't remember. But all I know is that my last sight of Earth was that of two cops screwing and kissing like horny teenagers; thank God for that.



Partners



Note: It's not supposed to be Kaiden from Mass Effect. I just liked the name. 

*

"Well, we finally have your assignment, Kaiden," said Aliza. 

I tried not to betray my excitement. "Where will I be going?" 

"Drumroll, please....you're headed for Sydney!" 

I was surprised and thrilled. Sydney! Never had I, an LA boy and an orphan to boot, dreamt I'd get assigned so far away from home. I was happy to be out of LA and even happier to be out of the States. After two weeks' training each in Miami, Montreal, and four weeks in London, respectively, I was thrilled to finally be getting my assignment. 

"Thanks, Aliza. You couldn't have given me better news. Sidney, that's awesome!"

"Your flight leaves in three hours. Say goodbye to everyone, pack up your stuff, and off you go."

"Thanks again." I shook hands with her. "No, really, thanks for everything, thanks for all the help."

She beamed. "Not a problem."

I stopped by and said goodbye to Gerard, my temporary partner while I had been in London, and then stopped by the Director's office. After making my rounds, I hailed a cab outside the building to my hotel. I was back at the airport with plenty of time, and got onto what was to be one of the longest flights of my life. By the end of the 28 hr flight, I was thoroughly worn out.

I got off the plane at Sidney, finally, I hadn't been told if anyone was going to meet me or not, but I didn't worry. Having been through three offices, I knew someone would call me or make arrangements. I got my baggage and moved to the front of the terminal. And indeed, as I walked through the terminal I saw a man with a sign held up saying "Kaiden Alenko." I made my way over to him.

"Agent Alenko?" he said as I approached. I nodded.

"That's me."

"I'm Ted, the driver. I'm here to take you to the office. Is this all of your stuff?"

"That's it." Truthfully I didn't have much. I had spent my trainee money mostly on suits. I had started out very poor and started work with only two suits, but since then I had increased my inventory somewhat. I also owned one suit that was of substantially higher quality than the rest; that was the one I was wearing. 

Together we loaded my two bags into the car, and I got into the passenger seat (the other side! I had gotten used to it in London but it still always took me a moment of mental checking. Ted drove, of course. 

"So, welcome to Sidney. Ever been here before?"

I shook my head. "Hell, no. Until two months ago I'd never even been out of the States."

"Sidney's great, you'll love it." And he proceeded to actually be a pretty good tour guide, telling me of the sights of Sidney as we drove through. 

The office was downtown and it was a very impressive, ultra-modern building. We pulled up into the garage.

"You can just leave your bags here, Agent Alenko. I'll get them to your hotel, you can get them there."

"Why, thank you, Ted." 

"Just take the elevator up to the 8th floor. They know you're coming." I nodded, and did so, just carrying my laptop case with me.

The elevator opened on the 8th floor to a large square-ish area. In the center were cubicles and around the sides were rows of smaller offices, big enough each to put two people comfortably in. I assumed this was where the agents sat, and as I turned out, I was right.

"Hi!" I heard, and turned to see a rather attractive young woman, around my age, greeting me. "I'm Rebecca, one of the admins here. You must be Agent Alenko."

I smiled. "Please, it's Kaiden." 

"All right, Kaiden. Welcome to Sidney! Boss wants to meet with you right away. I'll take that and put it in your office." She took my laptop case and set it beside her cube. "Come this way."

She walked me down the hall to one of the corner offices, which, as it turned out, were much larger than the others. Rebecca knocked on the door.

"Come in," said a rather cultured English voice from inside. 

Rebecca opened the door. "Sir? Kaiden Alenko is here. From London?"

"Ah, right on time. Escort him in, Rebecca."

She smiled at me. "When you're done, just come out and see me, OK?"

"Sure, and thanks."

"No problem!"

I went inside and shut the door behind me. I turned to see a large, very well-dressed man standing up behind a desk. He was probably twice my age, or just a little short of it.

"Kaiden!" he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Charles McMasters, the Director of the Sidney office."

"Nice to meet you, sir." 

"Have a seat, Kaiden."

"Thank you, sir." And I sat down.

"Now, Kaiden. I've been reviewing some of your work in your training. You come highly recommended. And you also did very well in your schoolwork. I'm glad to have you here in Sidney."

"Thank you sir. I'm thrilled to be here." 

"Let me tell you a little bit about how I run my office, Kaiden." And for the next twenty minutes or so, he did so, and I listened closely. If this was to by my home for a few years, I needed to learn. 

Finally he wound to the end. "Lastly, Kaiden, I'm going to put you with Matt, one of our senior agents here. Matt has been with the company about fifteen years, but he has only recently transferred to Sidney. However, he's a good agent and will be able to teach you a lot."

"Sounds great, sir."

"Go on and get to work -- Rebecca will take you to meet Matt."

"Will do, Mr. McMasters." 

He grinned. "Oh, and Kaiden? It's Charles."

"Thank you, Charles."

I headed out and was instantly intercepted by Rebecca. "This way, Kaiden."

Following her down the hall, I was taken to one of the side offices. Currently it was empty, but there were signs that the other desk was occupied. The chair was pushed back, and there was a half-empty coffee cup on the desk, as well as a notepad with some scribbles on it.

"This is Matt's office. You'll be moving into here. Make yourself comfortable. Matt should be back soon."

"Thanks, Rebecca." I took my seat, setting down my laptop. I turned on the PC, and when it booted up, signed on to my account. Checking my e-mail, I found my friends in London had sent me a e-mail. I responded to them.

"Hello, Kaiden," I heard from the doorway. It was an American voice, very dry and laid-back. I turned and stood to see my new partner.

Matthew was probably in his late thirties, well-dressed, but with a sort of casual air about him, as if he had just tossed his clothes on. He had somewhat weary dark eyes and dark hair but an honest smile. 

"Hi. You must be Matt," I said, extending my hand to shake. He took it and shook it firmly. 

"Welcome aboard. Let's get right to work."

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THREE MONTHS LATER

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Matt and I were flying home on the plane together, tired from our weekend of escort duty. Truthfully it had been rather fun, since the lady we were escorting and her associate cared little for propriety and refused to let us sit and simply guard them. Instead, we were expected to dance with them, and party with them, eat meals with them, etc. But of course that was partly what had made us so tired. 

Carmella, the lady's assistant and secretary, had taken a very strong liking to me, and Aria, the lady, was clearly head over heels in love with Matt. They had known each other for a long time. Matt wasn't so easily swayed, though, and I was very much aware that I was on the job and my performance was being evaluated. So as strong as Carmella had come onto me, and as much as I had wanted it, I resisted. 

Now we both sat, in our own thoughts. Matt was the first to break the silence; he must have been thinking of the same thing. 

"I'm really surprised you didn't give in to Carmella."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well, I was tempted."

"So why didn't you?"

I glanced at him. "We were working. Besides, you're my partner, but I'm still new and I know you're also supposed to give a report on me to the Director. I don't need the phrase 'can't keep his dick in his pants' on my permanent file."

He laughed, but didn't say anything. 

"I notice you're not denying it. Besides, what about you? I could have sworn Aria was going to drag you into bed. What is up with you two anyway?"

He shrugged. "She and I go way back."

"I'm surprised you two aren't an item."

"Not really sure about it -- she's a great girl and all but..."

"I get it. Never mind." 

Matt had been married before and it had ended in a bitter divorce, I knew. Our jobs took most of our time, and outside relationships rarely worked for long. I didn't know much about her but I knew he'd grown up with her, sort of childhood sweethearts. They had been married five years and he'd now been divorced for five years and from what I heard the divorce had been beyond acrimonious. I guessed this was a big part of why he didn't succumb to Aria -- caution and wariness.

"What about you?" he said. "I don't exactly see you getting into any relationships. Hell, I don't even see you chasing women."

I hesitated before answering. Matt and I were still getting to know each other -- we'd only been working together three months, though those three months had done a lot to cement our friendship already -- but I instinctively took a long, long time to trust anyone. 

"I don't know. I mean, I chased, and caught my share of girls in college, but I just don't seem to have the time or the inclination these days."

"Really?" he said with raised eyebrow.

"Yes, really. Not everyone is in life for the chicks, you know."

He rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant."

"I know, I was just kidding." I paused. "If I tell you the truth...well, it's just too much trouble, honestly, to maintain any kind of a relationship."

"Well, you maintain a relationship with me. Granted, it's a different kind of relationship, but still. And your coworkers...?"

"That's different." I grinned. "Even the boss is lower-maintenance than most women."

"True!" he laughed. "I guess I can see your point."

"I'm not really one for the casual sex, I guess."

"What about a long-term relationship?"

I shrugged. "What's that? Never had one. Never felt inclined to try."

"Honestly, maybe you just haven't found the right person."

I shrugged. "Possibly. Oh, look, we're arriving." 

The plane landed on the tarmac at Sydney. We gathered our one bag each, and our suit hangers, and headed out into the bright sun of Australia. It'd been nice to visit Tokyo for a day or two, but it was nicer to be back home.

"What are you doing for dinner?" I asked.

"Don't know, probably take-out. You?"

"Want to go to Tattersall's?" Tattersall's was my favorite club, and we often went there late at night -- they were open day and night, 24/7.

"Sure. Let me go home and get changed, and I'll meet you there -- say around 10 PM?"

It was shortly after 8 now, and I nodded. "Of course."

I also headed home. I had put a down payment on a home on the beach, way beyond my means, but I rarely spent money on anything else and was determined to live in the manner I liked. I had faith in my youth -- I was only twenty-five -- and my ability to work for a good long time and make the money I needed.

As I showered and unpacked my bags, I reflected on what Matt had said about not finding the right person. He was closer to the right track than he thought. It wasn't that I hadn't found the right person so much, though, as that I wouldn't let them find me. I was so careful with even the least of my emotions that girls looking for more than sex were turned off -- they only found a cold and distant man, not willing to give anything of myself. And truth be told, I liked it that way.

I had grown up an orphan on the streets of LA. I had lived in an orphanage, and a fairly good one as they go, most of my life, but the experiences of my youth had indelibly stamped my soul and I really never trusted anyone but one person, a local pastor who had been very kind to me, the way pastors are really supposed to be. It was he who had helped me with my scholarship and college loan applications, and it was because of him I had been able to qualify for the position I was currently in -- an international government investigator. I, and Matt, worked for a coalition of governments. More than that is unimportant for this story, but my grades had been such that I was aggressively recruited, and I had never thought of going anywhere else. 

The first person I had begun to put my faith in had been Matt, and that was difficult for me even though I knew it was necessary. I knew one needed to trust their partner, and moreover, I really wanted to. So, Matt and I had become close friends, as close of friends as I could have ever hoped for. Sometimes I was afraid of him finding out how much he had come to mean to me. He was my first real friend, and that at age 25, as corny as that sounded.

All that went through my head as I changed into slacks and a loose button-down shirt. Tattersall's was not a place where you ever went dressed casually in jeans, and I rather liked that. It was all part of my campaign to make myself over into a gentleman. I wanted people to look at me and never ever be able to see where I came from.

I got back in the Mureno and drove out to Tattersall's. It was only a ten-minute drive at this late hour, and arrived around 9:30 or so. 

Going inside, I waved to the bartender. "Hey, Jimmy, how's it going?"

"Good to see you, Kaiden." He waved back. Many was the late night I had spent here, nursing a glass of wine and working on learning a new language (my degree was in linguistics, and I always tried to improve) or even just sitting and watching the park out the window.

I took my customary seat by the window. When the single waitress came over, I smiled at her. "Hi, Carol. How are you tonight?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Alenko. Yourself?" 

"Very well, thank you."

"What can I get you?"

"I'll take a glass of the burgundy, but I've got a friend coming, so I'll hold off on the order for now, all right, Carol?"

"Sounds good, Mr. Alenko. Just signal when you're ready."

I sat back, relaxing, looking out the window. The pianist was playing a soft, moody tune, as was the norm here, and I began to feel Tattersall's working its magic on me. I came here because it felt more like home than any place, ever, in my entire life. When I came here, I dropped my guard, and became more like myself, the true me, that I rarely let show. And funny enough, I didn't mind, even afterward, that I had done so.

Carol brought back my wine and I swirled it lazily in the glass. I had been stationed in London for a week before I came here, and my temporary partner there, Gerard, had taught me a bit about fine wines and how to savor them. I wasn't anywhere near his level of knowledge, but I rarely drank beer, and I found wine to be much more palatable.

I waited around twenty minutes before Matt came striding in. My seat had a commanding view of the whole downstairs floor of Tattersall's, and I saw him before he saw me. I had a chance to get a good look at him.

He was dressed in a sportscoat and casual slacks, showered and cleaned and freshly shaved even. He was a handsome guy, and I reflected that Aria probably would have preferred to spend the evening with him tonight. Oh well. 

Matt was about eleven years older than me, and had been with the Agency for fifteen years. He had started right out of a four-year college, as opposed to me, who had done some graduate work and obtained a master's degree before I joined. On his face I could sometimes see the years reflected. I had guessed about his ex-wife before anyone had ever told me. He'd been shocked, and he'd laughed wryly when I told him it was more or less stamped on his face. I was good at reading faces, perhaps from schooling mine so often. 

He saw me, and raised a hand in greeting. I gave a small gesture to Carol, who nodded, and began making preparations to come to us. 

Matt sat down in front of me.

"Hey, man, hope you haven't been waiting too long."

I shook my head. "No big deal, don't worry about it."

He rolled his eyes. "Aria called. She wanted to make sure I got back in all right." 

"Man, she really has a thing for you, huh?" 

He sighed. 

"Well, I guess you're lucky."

"What do you mean, you guess?" Just then, Carol came over, and we placed our dinner orders. 

"I'll just take the house special, whatever it is, sweetheart," I smiled. She returned the smile with one of her own. "As you wish, Mr. Alenko. Mr. Paxton?"

"Hmm. I think I'll try the shrimp and sirloin combo, Carol. Make the steak medium."

"Sure thing -- I'll let Jimmy know, gentlemen." She whisked away and was back with Matt's drink and my refill. She wrote nothing down, never did, and in three months of my coming here, had never made a mistake in my presence.

"So." Matt sat back. "You were about to explain your comment."

"Which comment was that?"

"The 'I guess you're lucky' comment."

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that."

I mused. "Well, please don't take it the wrong way. Aria is a lovely, beautiful girl, and any man would be happy to have her. It's just that..."

"You're not any man."

"Yeah, something like that. Not that she's pursuing me anyway! But you know, I kind of pick on you to give in and date her, but honestly, I kind of sympathize with you, too. If a woman chased me that aggressively, I'd run for the hills."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I've noticed that about you."

I shrugged. "I have a problem with...intimacy." 

"Really?! No way!" He pretended to be shocked and I rolled my eyes at him. 

The food came then, and we sat and ate and talked for other things for a few minutes. Afterward, I suggested some pool. On the second floor Tattersall's had a sort of lounge, with pool tables and a reading area. We headed up. I waved to Jimmy -- he knew I always paid on the way out, and besides, he had my credit card on file. The few times I walked out without paying, I had left instructions for him to charge it and to always take a 20% tip. Tattersall's was well worth it. 

Upstairs we easily found an empty table. That was another thing about Tattersall's - it was never crowded. It was one of those places you wondered how it stayed in business.

Matt was a bit of a pool shark, and the very first time we had ever played, he had taken me for twenty bucks. Now I refused to bet against him, but I still played against him as often as I could. I was competitive and ambitious to a fault, and while I endeavored not to be a sore loser, I still wanted to win.

I laughed at some joke or other that he said, and he looked at me funny. "What?" I said.

"Nothing."

"Come on, tell me what. Don't act like a woman."

He grinned, shaking his head. "Just...you act so differently here. I mean, you're laughing. You never laugh at work. Here...you're almost normal."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. 

"No, I mean it. You're relaxed. And laid-back."

I sighed. "I know. I like it here a lot. If they had an apartment, I might almost consider moving in, except I like my house so much."

He smiled. "I might not mind. You're way more likable here."

I grinned. 

He beat me in the game of pool, as he always did. I wasn't hoping to beat him yet, but improve to the point where I had a hope of it.

"Well, we can go in late tomorrow. I guess we should call it a night."

He considered. "I'm not ready to yet. How about a beer, or sorry, something like it? Come on over to my condo."

"Sure, I'd love that. I'll follow you home."

I stopped by Jimmy on the way and paid my debt, and, waving goodbye to Carol, headed out. I followed Matt to his house. On the way I stopped and picked up a case of Sam Adams -- I knew that's what he liked, and it was palatable to me, too. 

I pulled up at his condo. I had been here once or twice before, though not often. Once a suspect had broken into my house and come after me -- I had dealt with him, but he had smashed two windows and I crashed at his house on the couch for the night, since the alarm system was useless until the company repaired it the next day. Another time was much less dramatic - we had stopped by briefly after a case.




Partners



Getting out of the car, I locked it and went up to his place, carrying the case. I knocked on the door and after a minute, he opened it. He glanced down at my hand. "Oh, you didn't have to."

"Don't sweat it -- just use it to replace what I drink tonight."

He laughed. "Like you ever drink a lot. Come in, make yourself comfortable." He took the case from my hands and took it into the kitchen, while I continued on into the living room. 

I took a seat, and after a minute, he came out and joined me. He sat uncommonly close to me on the couch. I noticed, but didn't think anything of it.

Sighing, he leaned back on the couch. "What a weekend."

"Seriously. Those girls were almost more work than a real suspect."

He turned at that, and looked me dead in the eye. "So tell the truth. Why didn't you sleep with Carmella? She practically threw herself at you."

I smiled sheepishly. "Not that I didn't want to, Matt. But all I could think about was you coming back from your dinner date with Aria and seeing the still relatively new agent, instead of working, having sex with the assistant of the girl we're supposed to protect. I don't need that kind of reputation around the office."

"And if she came onto you when we weren't working?"

"Well, that would be a whole different kettle of fish, now wouldn't it? I mean, she's damn hot."

He nodded.

"What about you? From everything I hear, Aria's been into you for a couple of years now."

He shrugged. "I just don't know."

Silence for a moment. I was surprised to find I was very aware of his body, near mine. I could smell his aftershave, faintly, and I realized that around Matt at least, I was beginning to feel comfortable and at home.

I wondered what the company shrink would say about that. Matt interrupted my thoughts.

"So have you given any thought to what I said?"

I searched my memory but wasn't sure what he meant. "Sorry, I don't remember."

"Yeah. Thanks for listening to me."

"Sorry, man! Like everything you say is important."

He laughed. "Touché. I was talking about you maybe not having found the right person."

"Oh. That."

"Yeah. That."

"Well...." I hesitated, then took a swig of my beer and decided to go for it. 

"I might find someone who was 'right' for me if I let them try, I guess. I just never let anybody close enough to me. Everyone gets turned off by the attitude you've noticed."

"So the evil truth comes out."

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"Have you ever considered something else?"

"Like what?"

"Like...have you ever considered you might be queer?"

Silence. 

I glanced at him cautiously, but there was no censure in his eyes. On the contrary, there was sympathy, and curiosity. I bit back the sarcastic comment I had meant to say and instead considered his comment seriously. I looked down into my lap. 

"I don't know. I don't think so. I've never been attracted to a guy before."

"Before? Before what?"

I caught my breath. Had I added the qualifier? Really? There was a pause, and the air was heavy with tension. Not entirely surprised, I felt his hand on my chin, and he gently turned my face to his. He was only a few inches away, and I held my breath. 

Matt looked into my eyes for a long moment. I thought he was going to say something, but instead he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, gently, almost timidly.

I had a secret that I had never ever told anybody. I had never had anything like a "first kiss". I had kissed girls but there had never been the least romance behind it, it had only been in the course of seduction or during sex and when I could I tried not to at all. 

So this was the first time I had ever been kissed by someone so romantically and sweetly, someone I trusted this much, and I have to say, it was wonderful.

Matt's mouth was warm and soft, and the kiss seemed almost shy. It only lasted a few seconds, and then he pulled away from me. I realized my eyes were closed. I also realized I had followed him, ever so slightly.

I opened my eyes to find him still sitting close to me, looking into mine. His hand was still cupping my face.

"I hope that didn't offend you."

I exhaled. "I-" I stopped, and started again. "Where did that come from?"

"Just been thinking about doing it for a while, and you've seemed incredibly lonely ever since I met you."

"I didn't think you were gay." What an inane thing to say. 

"I never said I was."

"Bi?" Why did I even care, at this point? 

He smiled. "Let's just say I think sexuality is a flexible thing and, for me, anyway, has more to do with who you care for than what sex they happen to be. But you didn't answer my question. Did I offend you?"

I shook my head. "No. No, you didn't offend me."

"Did you like it?"

"I...I don't know. I didn't hate it or anything like that." I hastened to add.

"Should I try again?

I raised my eyes back to his and started to speak, then instead just nodded. "Please," I whispered.

He did not disappoint and his lips met mine again, still warm and soft, still so undemanding. 

I shivered and put my hands up on his chest. "Wait."

He stopped immediately, pulling back just a bit. His face was still inches from mine.

"I don't know how we got to this point, Matt. I uh, I need some time. I'm sorry."

He covered my mouth with his fingers. "I understand." 

I stood, somewhat clumsily, as did he. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I said, heading for the door. At the door he called me. "Kaiden."

I turned.

"Please stop apologizing, first of all. It's perfectly OK. Secondly, I should be the one to say sorry. I'm sorry if I offended you."

I hesitated, then nodded, and headed out the door.

I drove home in a fog. Kissed by a man! And I had liked it! How had I gotten through all these years without having the faintest inkling that this might be something I liked?

I let myself into my apartment. I didn't turn on any of the lights and went straight to the bedroom. I stripped down to my shorts and lay on the bed, thinking.

I still remembered the way his dark eyes had looked into my own, the way he had been almost tender. And how easily his mouth fit against mine, and the feeling of his hand on my cheek.

I realized I was hard just thinking about it. God Almighty, what had happened to me?

I expected work the next day to be awkward, but when I got in, Rebecca informed me that Matt had been sent on an unexpected business trip. "So, he'll be back tonight, no worries. In the meantime I have a couple of things for you to work on. You've been here long enough to handle it..."

I admit, I was grateful for the work. It distracted me at least partially. 

The day went by, and then the evening. I went home and had dinner alone, and then sat and watched TV for a while. 

At 9 PM I was standing outside of Matt's door. I knew he'd be home, I'd asked Rebecca when his flight returned. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. 

Silence for a moment, and then the door opened cautiously, and he peeked out. "Oh, it's you. Come on in." He turned and went back in the house, leaving me to follow.

"Have a seat. You want a beer?"

"Sure." I sat, unsure of what I was even doing here.

He brought it over, and then sat opposite me and opened his own.

"So how was your trip?"

"Busy. I had to be in downtown Sydney all day long. You remember the case we worked on three weeks ago?" And he reminded me of the specifics of the case.

We talked for a bit, but the conversation was desultory and distracted. Finally I interrupted him.

"Matt, about last night..."

He subsided into silence. Getting up, he placed his beer on the table. He looked at me and gestured. "Is it all right if I come sit near you, or are you going to run away again?" 

I laughed, and the tension relaxed a little. "I'm sorry. If I told you the amount of times I've run away from someone who got a little too close..."

"I got the idea." He came over and, instead of sitting next to me, sat on the coffee table right across from me. He put his folded hands into his lap and leaned forward, looking right into my eyes.

"So. Last night. Did I scare you?"

"Um, you kissed me. Totally out of the blue. It was a bit shocking, yes."

He smiled wryly. "I take it you've never been kissed by another guy before?"

I rolled my eyes. "If I had, would I have reacted like that?"

"So...should I do it again?"

My breath caught in my throat. I felt like I was fourteen years old and just beginning to explore my sexuality. I hesitated, and then nodded. He chuckled. 

Sliding forward to the edge of the table, he took my hands in his. Mine were sweaty and probably a bit clammy; his were slightly rough and cool. He gripped them tightly, and without hesitation his mouth went for mine. 

He kissed me, and this time, I welcomed it, closing my eyes and letting him take charge. He kissed me and I felt his mouth open and his tongue gently brush against my mouth before he moved back -- not all the way to where he had been sitting before, mind you, just a little.

"How was that?" he whispered. "Going to run away now?"

In response I leaned forward and kissed him back, somewhat clumsily. He responded, chuckling. I felt him shift and move onto the couch next to me, and then he folded me into his arms, drawing me close to him.

His mouth opened slightly and I felt his tongue flick along my lips. I shivered and realized I was fully erect, and my pants were suddenly uncomfortable. I opened my mouth and tried to catch his tongue, and he chuckled, warmly, into my mouth. 

"Plenty of time, Kaiden. Don't rush it."

I sighed. He let his mouth roam to the edge of my mouth, which he kissed, then followed the line of my jaw to my ear. I felt his hot breath on my skin, and my arms came up almost involuntarily and gripped his biceps. I felt them, tense, under my hands. 

"You're desperately lonely, aren't you?" Matt whispered in my ear. "I see it in your face, especially when Aria comes onto me. You look so...hungry. You just won't admit it to anyone, not even yourself. You're a total glutton for punishment."

I heard myself sigh again slightly....he pulled me even closer to him, until my body pressed against his. He put his arms around me and I could feel his heart beating. I stiffened at first, unsure of how to deal with the hug. 

"I don't know why I like you, Kaiden. You're a pain in the ass and hard to deal with. But fuck, you're hot."

And thus saying, he covered my mouth again with his own, this time, gently biting my mouth until I opened it and then sliding his tongue inside. The feelings rushing through me were stunning and I didn't know how to react. I stiffened as I felt his hard cock rub against my leg, through both our pants. But there was no denying it; my own cock was hard as well, just from the rush of emotions.

His hands were exploring my body. One of them reached around behind my neck and cupped my head, and pulled me roughly toward him; I felt him pull my hair a little and I gasped. His other arm rested loosely on my shoulder, the fingers slipping just underneath my collar, touching my bare skin.

I was lost, and he brought me back to the moment when he bit my mouth, playfully. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Where did you go, Kaiden? Stay with me, we're just getting started." 

With that he pulled roughly at my shirt, letting the buttons slip one by one from their openings. I started to say something, I wasn't sure what.

"Matt..."

He cocked his head. "Are you going to tell me you're still afraid? Look, just doing this doesn't make us married, you know. But if you want me to stop..."

I shook my head. "No...just go slow. Please. This is all new to me."

Without preamble, he gently rested his hand on my cock. "I can tell you like it, though."

My cock seemed to want to surge through my pants. To my shock, I actually blushed. 

True to his word, he moved slowly. He took his time, slipping each button of my shirt open and then planting wet kisses down my chest and flat, muscular belly. I shivered as I felt his teeth scrape along my ribs, and then efficiently and neatly he had somehow divested me of my shirt and I felt his fingers at my belt.

"Matt..." I breathed, but it was no longer a sound of protest. Now it was more like a plea as he slipped my belt through the loops and undid my pants. He opened them, gently, and pulled my shorts down, and my cock sprang into view, harder than I had ever felt it, fully erect. 

His hand curled around it, gripped it, and began to stroke it. So very very different from a woman...almost comforting in a way. And then I felt his mouth close over the head and I lost all thought. 

"Ohhh...damn, that feels good," I whispered as his mouth engulfed my cock, working down the length of it. He pulled at my pants, and I shifted so he could move them around my hips, and then I felt him take me down all the way, his warm wet mouth stroking me, loving me. 

I shifted my hips, pushing forward into his mouth a little more. Instead of gagging or protesting he moved with me and let me sink into his mouth further. I groaned again and put my hands in his hair and gripped his head...oh, he was so good. I began sliding in and out of his mouth, slowly at first, then building up, moving faster, until I was actually fucking his mouth. And he took it! I couldn't, however, and with a grunt I slammed to the back of his mouth and came, powerful thrusts filling it. I could feel him swallowing around me and I shivered all over.

He didn't let go of me even then, but gently cleaned me off, sucking on me until I was spent. Only then did he move up my body and look down into my eyes...and then kissed my mouth, greedily. I could taste my own come on his tongue and I felt myself begin to stiffen again already.

"Would you like to move to the bedroom?" he whispered softly. 

I nodded, wordlessly. He helped me up, and as he did, divested me of the rest of my clothes, slipping my shoes off my feet as well. Of course I felt a little self-conscious, naked except for my socks, but he said nothing about it, merely kept his arms around me in a very reassuring way. 

In the bedroom, he gestured for me to lie on his bed. I did, leaning back, and watched him. 

Standing at the edge of the bed, watching me, he pulled his shirt up over his head, unbuttoned his jeans, let them drop with his shorts, and kicked them away with a delightful lack of self-consciousness. It took him less than a minute. My eyes immediately dropped to his cock, which was as hard as my own was when he took it in his mouth, jutting out from his body.

He came to me, crawling across the bed, his dark eyes smiling slightly. "Do you like what you see, Kaiden?" 

"I do, though I'm not sure why."

"I think you just like guys," he said, as he guided my hand to his erect cock. My breath caught as I held another man's cock in my hand for the first time ever. 

"Maybe I just like you, Matt." 

He stopped, and smiled down at me, his cock sliding gently in and out of my hand. "Maybe you do. Either way, if you don't already, I'm going to make sure you do."



Partners



We were sitting on the couch watching TV when my husband told me that he had to run over to The Home Depot to get something. It was 8 o'clock at night. This wasn't the first time that he had to run out "to get something" at odd times. This had been going on for quite some time, maybe for the last couple of months, like twice a week. I said OK and he told me that he would be right back.

As soon as I heard his garage door close, I ran out to my car, determined to follow him. Something was up and I wanted to know what was going on. I stayed well enough behind him so he wouldn't see me following him. It was night anyway, so I wasn't going to be detected. My heart was pounding from anxiety.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the parking lot at The Home Depot. He hadn't lied to me after all. I was about to turn around and head home when I noticed that he wasn't parking near the entrance to the store but at the darkened end of the parking lot. He parked next to another car that had someone in it. I took a chance and drove by. It was a man in the car. My heart started pounding again. What was going on? I parked a few rows away but directly behind his car. 

My husband and the man in the car seemed to be talking in a fairly animated way. I was taken by surprise when my husband seemed to lean down as if he was putting his head in the other man's lap. But then I saw the back of my husband's head bobbing up and down. Oh my God! He was giving the man a blowjob. I was in a state of shock, to say the least. The activity went on for several more minutes when my husband finally came up for air. The two men spoke for a minute and then my husband got out of the car and started to walk towards the store. I had to get out of there and get home before he did.

How I got home, I'll never know. I couldn't get the vision out of my head of my husband giving some guy a blow job in the parking lot at The Home Depot. I was in a state of shock. I got home and settled myself on the couch. I didn't know if I was going to go ballistic or what. I had to calm down.

I started to think about it. OK, it wasn't another woman. We'd been married for quite a long time and our sex life was still great. I had no real complaints other than I wouldn't mind it if we had sex a little more often. Our repertoire included all sorts of toys, gay and lesbian as well as straight porn. We were both always turned always on by whatever we watched. I was really befuddled at what I had just seen.

I heard his garage door open. When he walked in he called up to me to tell me he was home. Did you get what you need, I asked. Yup, they had exactly what I was looking for, was his reply. I was never much for home improvement so I thought better of asking him what he had to have at 8 o'clock at night. He sat down next to me on the couch and we settled in for an evening of TV. He leaned over to give me a little peck on the lips as he often did. Our lips touched for a moment. I wanted desperately to run my tongue across my lips to see if I could taste anything strange, like cum, but I just couldn't do it. He put his hand on my leg and moved to the inside of my thigh.

What the hell was going on? Was this truly the explanation for all the times he just had to go out to get something at odd times? The auto parts store, the drugstore, or the liquor store? I really hadn't noticed any difference in our bedroom activity except- wait a minute!! He was definitely hornier after his nighttime excursions. Like right now. This evening was going to end up with a bang!

We embraced. His hand went under my t-shirt and began rubbing my breasts, tweaking the nipples with a firmness that was quite exciting, considering the thoughts that were swirling in my head. We kissed solidly, his tongue reaching into my mouth like a snake crawling into its hole. I thought I tasted something a little different! He took my shirt off and then my sweatpants. I was wearing a tiny thong that hardly covered me. My labia were swollen, flushed with a deep red color, and sticking out from the thong. I was so wet. My husband went down on his knees between my legs and ate me out like a man possessed. I came so easily from the tongue-licking I was getting.

I tapped my husband and he raised his head from my crotch. No more, I said. I had come a couple of times and was just too sensitive for any more tongue play. I wanted to suck his cock. He got up from his knees and sat down on the couch next to me. His mouth was coated with my juice. I leaned over and kissed him deeply and then bent down and took his cock in my mouth. I told him to relax and let me make him feel good. He pushed himself back into the couch and, with a deep sigh, all the tension left his body.

Our lovemaking, normally enough to keep me excited, had taken a back seat to my thoughts about my husband's secret activities. As I sucked his cock, all I could think of was his head bobbing up and down while he was blowing some guy. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I think that I took him deeper than I had ever done before. I could feel his cock swelling and becoming harder as he approached his orgasm. If he was good at it, I was better. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down. I could feel the head of his cock banging against the back of my throat. And then, with a deep moan, his cock erupted like an oil well, shooting spurt after spurt of his semen into my mouth.

"Please don't swallow it!!" he said softly.

I had always swallowed before. What was I going to do with it? He raised my head up and put his lips on mine. I felt his tongue reach into my mouth, but not to French kiss me. He wanted his cum. As his tongue swept my mouth, I could feel a little bit of suction. He wanted me to snowball him. I gave him what he was asking for. I transferred as much of his cum into his mouth as I could. I expected to get it back, to share it with him, but he wanted it for himself. This was something new and it was exciting. He could have fucked me right then and there, I was so hot. I leaned into him to kiss him. The cum was gone. He had swallowed it.

"Wow! That was different. How come, and no pun intended?" I said with a smile.

"The guys at work were talking about a guy tasting his own cum by taking it from his wife's mouth after a blowjob. They all said they wouldn't do it but the thought of it turned me on, so I wanted to try it. Anyway, if they're talking about it, you know somebody's doing it."

"So, what do you think? Did you like it? Did it taste good?"

"The taste wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. And it was really hot to do it."

"Would you do it again?"

"For sure. As a matter fact, I'm starting to get hard just thinking about it."

Yup. His dick was starting to chub up. Of course it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He's a cocksucker, after all, so he knows what cum tastes like. I know from the blowjobs I've given in my life, it tastes different with each guy but yet it tastes the same.

"How about taking care of my friend here. He's a stand-up guy!" he said with a chuckle, showing me his refreshed hard-on.

I was super turned on.

"Look, my mouth is tired, and my pussy is way too sensitive. I'll give a handjob."

"I can do that without you. How about..., you know?"

I knew but I reserved my backdoor for special moments. I could feel my clit throbbing. This was one of those special moments. I smiled.

He opened the drawer on the coffee table and took out a bottle of silicon lube.

Turn around and bend over."

I did as he told me. I turned and bent over. I pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my asshole. He squirted some lube on my ass crack and then on his fingers. He gently massaged my rosebud and then inserted a finger and then, a second. He slid his fingers in and out, loosening my anal ring. It felt so good. He took his fingers out and told me to turn around. He was sitting on the couch with his stiffy sticking up between his legs.

"Sit on it!" he commanded. We have always played Dom and sub back and forth throughout our marriage but I liked it a lot when he was the dominant one.

"Yes, sir!"

I was not a novice to anal. It was part of our regular repertoire. I would never let my husband know how much I liked anal because then he would want to do it all the time. I have other parts of my body that have needs.

I spread my legs apart so I was standing over him. I grabbed his prick and held it against my asshole and slowly lowered myself. The head of his cock came against my rosebud as it entered my rectum. I relaxed my outer sphincter to allow his cock to enter. It's the inner sphincter that causes the pain because it works on its own. (A girl has to know these things if she's going to enjoy anal sex.) I lowered myself slowly. As his cock passed through my inner muscle, I felt that little bit of pain that I knew was going to become intense pleasure. The pain was almost gone and the pleasure was beginning to flow all over my body. His cock was about a third of the way in. I raised myself up so his cock was almost out of my ass and then lowered myself in one smooth motion until I could feel my cheeks resting on his legs. He was all the way in. I leaned forward and gave him a deep kiss.

"So what else do the guys at work talk about," as I rocked myself back and forth. I played with his nipples, something I knew that really turned him on. Talking sex turned him on. Turned me on, too.

"Oh, you know the usual stuff."

"No I don't know. What do they talk about sexually? I hope you don't talk about me!"

"Well, we all know who gets head and who doesn't."

"What do the guys do who don't get blowjobs."

"Oh, that's when we have a lot of talk about who would give a better blowjob, a guy or a girl."

"And?"

"Most of the guys think that a man would probably give a better blowjob than a woman because he knows what he wants and would want to give that to the guy."

"Have any of the guys ever blown anybody?"

"The conversation always ends when somebody says getting a blowjob from a guy is just sex but giving a blowjob is gay."

During this conversation, I was squeezing my husband's dick and picking myself up until he was almost out and then dropping back down on him. Our discussion was keeping him hard. I leaned forward and put my arms around his neck and brought my mouth up to his ear.

"And what do you think, baby?" I said in an earthy tone, licking his ear.

"I kind of go along with a blowjob just being sex, either giving one or getting one."

"Would you give a guy a blowjob?"

"I guess I would if the circumstances were right." He was starting to pump my ass. 

"Cum in my ass, babe!"

I started bouncing up and down on his cock. I could feel him pulsing as he shot his load into my ass. I came again, too. I fell against him, exhausted. We were both covered in the sweat of sex.

I lifted myself off his lap and sat down next to him with my legs spread apart. I reached down and felt his cum dripping from my ass. I brought my fingers back up and stuck them in my mouth. 

"Want some?" I reached down again and brought up fingers covered with his sperm. He took my hand and licked my fingers.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too!" What a night! I was still turned on. Our sexual romp was only part of what was keeping me going. I couldn't get the thought of my husband blowing a guy out of my head and now he's admitted that he would suck a cock, 'under the right circumstances.' Bullshit! He's already been 'under the right circumstances.' I'd seen him suck a cock from a distance. Now, I wanted to see him do it close up. How was I going to make it happen? I needed to get his secret out in the open.

Several days later, we were finishing up dinner when I told my husband that there wasn't going to be enough cream for his coffee in the morning and that maybe he should run up to the market. It was about 7:30. He said that he would go out and get the cream. The market was only about a mile away. As soon as I heard him pull away from the house, I jumped into my car. I was a few car lengths behind him. I thought I saw him make a cell phone call. He pulled into the market parking lot and parked against the side of the building, a few spaces away from the other cars. I parked close enough to see what I needed to see. He didn't get out of his car. A minute later another car pulled in next to my husband's car. The driver of the car got out and got into my husband's car. Within minutes, my husband's head went down. The passenger leaned his head back while my husband's head was going up and down. Five minutes later, the man got out of the car, got into his, and drove away. My husband went into the market.

I saw what I needed to see. My husband was a serial cocksucker! I drove home with my head filled with images of what had just happened. I had mixed emotions. He wasn't cheating on me. He wasn't the one getting the blowjob. He was the one who was doing the sucking. 

I was waiting for him when he walked in.

"Did you get the cream, honey?' I asked. I saw that there was a wet spot on his shirt right in the middle of his chest.

"Yeah, it's right here," showing me the plastic bag from the market.

It was now or never.

"Then what's this on your shirt?" I put my finger on a small wet mark on the front of his shirt.

"What are you talking about?" He looked down at his shirt and his face turned bright red.

"Uh, uh, I don't know what that is. Uh uh...," he stammered.

"I'll tell you what it is. It's cum from the guy you just blew in the parking lot at the market!"

"I, I, I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'll tell you what I'm talking about. All these little night time errands that you've been doing are so you can go out have sex with some guy. I followed you the other night when you went out to The Home Depot and I saw your head bobbing up and down in some guy's lap. And tonight, I followed you to the market and watched the same thing, so don't bullshit me!" 

He sat down at the kitchen table, looking as guilty as a person could look.

"Can I explain?"

"Go ahead. Give it your best shot!!" I was angry. "What's the matter, you don't get enough at home? Don't I do everything you want? Are you gay? Is that it? Don't I suck your dick enough? You know you can fuck my ass anytime you want to? Do you want me to fuck you with a strapon? I will!!" I was barely able to contain myself.

"You know, for years now we've been watching porn, all sorts of porn. You've never said no to watching anything I've put on. You know how much I love porn. We've watched more fucking and sucking than any two other people on the planet. And I know that there are many things that we watch that turn you on- a lot!! You like anal because after we watch it, you want to do it. I've seen your face when there's some hot lesbian action. You turn red!"

"OK. So you like porn and I like porn. What's that got to do with the price of tea in China!"

"I loved watching guys get blown, their dicks getting sucked on, sliding in and out of some girl's mouth. I was turned on even more watching the guys come. I loved watching a guy shoot his cum into a girl's mouth. Then she'd let some of the cum drip down her chin before she swallowed. God, that was so hot!! I knew how it felt because you did it to me all the time and I watched you swallow my cum. You enjoyed every minute of it, or at least I thought so."

"I did and I still do!"

"I became really wrapped up in the whole blowjob thing. I'd watch you take my soft dick in your mouth and I'd feel it harden. You'd suck it so gently as it expanded. Then, you'd try to get it as far down your throat as you could. I always admired you for that. Your tongue would massage my dick in a soft rhythmic way and then, finally, when I couldn't take any more, I'd fill your mouth with my cum. You liked to open your mouth and show me my cum before you swallowed it."

"Was I doing something wrong?" I still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"No, of course not. You did it perfectly. Our lovemaking was always superb. My very favorite thing to do to you was eating your pussy. Sticking my tongue in your cunt and licking your juices made me so hot. I could suck on your clit and your cunt lips for hours. I always thought that eating pussy and getting a blowjob were kind of the same thing. You know, great oral sex. A man does one and the woman does the other. Except one day, while I was eating you I realized that it wasn't the same. Yes, I was eating the juice that was coming out of your pussy and sucking your clit but it wasn't like taking a soft dick in my mouth and having it get hard. It wasn't like having 6 or 7 inches of a hard dick going back and forth down your throat. And it wasn't like getting a mouthful of cum to taste and savor and swallow."

It was starting to come together.

"After watching all those blowjobs in the porn we watched and seeing how everybody seemed so happy with it all and then watching and feeling you suck me off, I knew I was missing something."

"What were you missing?" I asked the question, knowing what the answer was going to be. 

"I needed to be the one giving the blowjob. I needed to share that pleasure. I wanted to make a man happy by sucking his dick as I had seen so many times before. I wanted a man to cum in my mouth. I wanted to suck a guy off and swallow his load. I was at the gym one night, just as it was closing, and the trainer was turning off the lights. He came into the shower room. I was toweling off, basically naked. He was in a pair of nylon gym shorts He smiled and commented that I had a nice body. I got a vibe from him. I saw that he was looking at my dick. I had never done anything like it before but I stepped forward, put my hand on his crotch and, looking him straight in the eye, told him that I wanted to give him a blowjob."

"My head was spinning from what I said, but it was a 'now or never' moment. He said sure, like it was an everyday occurrence. He pushed me back onto the bench. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his well-developed torso. I reached out and took the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His shorts had a built-in supporter so as I pulled them down, his dick popped out. It was beautiful. He was circumcised and his balls were shaved. His pubic hair was trimmed right down so at first glance he looked completely shaved. I told him that it was the first time that I was doing this. His response was, with a smile, that that's what they all say."

I was hotter than hell. I could feel my pussy juicing up, dripping down my thighs. "Go on, what happened then?" I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"I lowered my face down so my mouth was even with his prick. Opening my lips just enough to take him in my mouth, I moved forward. I felt the head of his dick run across my lips. I could feel the smoothness of the head and then the ridge around it. Once the head of his dick was in my mouth, I used my tongue on him, just like you did on me. I was in seventh heaven! His became fully hard very quickly. I took him in as deeply as I could. I didn't want to gag so I put my hand around the base to keep him from pushing too far into my throat. I wasn't ready for that yet. I was sucking like there was no tomorrow. He began fucking my face. I could tell the real moment of truth was coming because his cock stiffened up. With a loud grunt, he blasted his load into my mouth, squirt after squirt. I was ready. I didn't want to lose a drop of his semen. When the pulsing stopped, I pushed him back, and just closed my eyes. I know he was happy but it was all about me. I wanted to enjoy every drop of his cum."

I didn't know what to say, at this point. I was trying to digest what my husband had just told me. Was he cheating on me? Was he gay? Was this the end of our relationship? I thought that we had a good thing going. Now, I wasn't sure of anything.




Partners



"I want you to know that I love you very much. My feelings for you haven't changed. I love making love to you. I love every second that I'm with you and wouldn't want to be with anybody else, but I love sucking cock. I've never had my cock sucked by a guy. I'm not interested in having anybody but you do that to me. I hope you can understand."

"Where do we go from here?" I asked. I realized that if all he was doing was sucking cock and not doing anything else sexually, and I was being satisfied on every level sexually, no harm was being done. How were we going to get beyond this, or better, how was I going to get beyond it?

What if I asked you to stop?" As I asked the question, I knew that it was almost rhetorical. I really didn't expect an answer that would satisfy me.

"I don't really want to stop. I love sucking cock. I need to suck cock. It makes me feel good and it turns me on and I know the guys whose cocks I suck need it, too. They're not getting it at home."

"Well, then, we have a problem."

"Why? I love you just as much as I always have, if not more. I'm not the receiver here. I'm not trying to replace you. I love making love to you. I need you to understand that."

I started to think about what was going on here. My relationship with my husband was at stake but what else was at stake? He wasn't fucking some other woman. He wasn't getting any physical gratification from what he was doing. It was more psychological. How could I make this work? I know I got excited watching his secret meeting once I figured out what he was doing. The thought of him sucking off another guy was definitely a turn-on. I wanted to create a solution to this problem.

"What if you brought the guy home and then I could watch you blow him?" It was a question that had answers that could only make things more complicated.

"That's not going to work, at least not yet. These guys are all married and their wives don't know anything about this. These guys aren't gay. They're just looking for something they can't get at home. They all think that this solves a problem without creating more problems. And, anyway, you know some of them. They'll be embarrassed." 

"No, you're right but I think I've got it. Watching you like I did really turned me on. When you set up a meeting, I'll drive you and I can watch you, just as I did when you went to the supermarket. You and your friends can have your privacy and I can be a voyeur. But I need a promise from you."

"What kind of promise?"

"That you'll fuck my brains out when you're done because it really turns me on!!"

"OK. I promise."

"Then, we're partners!" I stuck my hand out. My husband extended his and we shook on it.

At least, for the moment, things seemed to be all right. Life would go on.

A few of days after our conversation, we were getting ready to have some supper. My husband and I were having a glass of wine.

"I have to go do an errand," my husband said. "Do you want to take a ride with me?"

I thought I saw a wink. The moment of truth had come. I had almost forgotten about it.

"Where do you have to go?" 

"The hardware store in town."

We got in the car and we drove to the store. As we pulled into the parking lot, my husband told me to go around to the back of the store. A pickup truck was parked against the building, a man sitting behind the wheel.

"Park over there," my husband said, pointing to a corner of the lot. I parked and my husband got out, walked over to the pickup and got in. The lights in the lot allowed me to see their silhouettes. They seemed to be talking and then my husband's head disappeared. For the next ten minutes, it looked like there was only one person in the car. Then my husband sat up, got out of the truck and walked back to our car. I was on fire knowing what I just saw.

My husband got in the car.

"Thank you. He had quite a load."

"I love you!" I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his face and stuck my tongue deep into his mouth. I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me right then and there. What made the whole thing even hotter was that I could taste the cum from my husband's 'friend.' All of a sudden, this odd arrangement took on a new perspective. It was different. It was erotic. It was sensual. It was crazy exciting!! I was sharing the experience with my husband. We drove home as quickly as we could without any conversation. My husband had his hands under my shirt and was playing with my nipples. It was going to be a good night, a very good night, and tomorrow would be even better. After all, we were partners.



Partner's Best



This past weekend was one to remember that I just had to post. My wife and I along with another couple decided to spend the weekend at Metropolis, a small community in southern Illinois. The gambling on the boat was just the beginning of bets for the evening.

We picked them up on the way and spent the next couple hours discussing how much money we were going to win. It was just about like at work playing the lottery. Once at the boat all four of us were roaming in our own areas. No matter who you're with, nobody likes just stay at the same old slots, unless of course you are winning at it. Every couple hours we would find each other and see how the other side was doing. 

About 2 am we were all pretty much tapped out of available cash, so we figured we would head for the rooms. Our room had a big hot tub so we invited the other couple to come back to our room for a while. Although we didn't think they would, since it was so late, we went ahead and turned the water on for a nice relaxing soak. Before we could even get in, a few taps on the door and sure enough it was them. We told them they could change into their suits in the bath room. All four of us climbed in and relaxed and chatted about the day's events, maybe even exaggerating about the amounts we won or lost in any given pull of the one armed bandits. 

By 3:30 am we were all ready to get out and go to bed, as it had been a long day. I asked if anyone wanted to play some cards. After a little conversation about wanting to do other things, cards won out. Sex can be done anytime and so could sleep, but chatting and playing cards with good friends in a casino hotel cannot be. After a few hands of Euchre the conversation started getting crude. The laughter continued until I said I know what we can play. I dealt out the cards five to each player and said ok now bet. The ladies looked around like bet what. Your clothes of course, we're playing strip poker. The look on their faces changed as they both started saying we don't know anything about it. I said neither do I, so we'll just play like poker and bet articles of clothing. The ladies looked at each other in shock that I would even suggest that, but then their expressions changed to curiosity and intrigue.  

Socks were the first to be bet, as the bidding started rather slow. The ladies won the first 3 or 4 hands before either of us guys finally won a hand. Hand after hand was played with each of us loosing or gaining at different times. Then a big hand hit were we all had fairly good hands and were willing to bet them. The bet was progressed to shirts and bras. My wife Christy had nothing and folded. Sally had a full house and was more than willing to bet both. I had three of a kind, which beat any hand I had before. Mark though has a bigger full house. I quickly lost my shirt, eagerly waiting see Sally remove her tops. She argued for a few minutes that a full house is a full house, but to no avail. 

She stood up and reluctantly removed her top. She is a petite woman, in her mid 30's about 5'3" and 110 pounds, and I was about to see what she had been hiding. We all met during our years in college and had kept in touch for about 10 years until I was transferred less than an hour away from them. Her breasts were considerably smaller than my wife's mounds but they were perky with large nipples. She sits across from me trying to hide herself with her hands. 

The next few hands didn't make any major change, but then I got a flush. We were playing 7-card stud, but even at that a flush was a hard to beat hand. I bet my pants on this one and obviously I lost them. Now I am sitting in my underwear sitting across from a topless woman, while the other two had clothes to spare. Then the big hand came. I had a decent enough hand but my wife had a better one. She immediately said loose the shorts, so I did. Since we were sitting at a table it wasn't a problem hiding the lower half of the body.

This is where it got interesting. We were all still having fun, so we all agreed that once someone had lost all their clothing they had to agree to do whatever the winner said to do. The catch was that the winner's spouse got to perform it. The next few hands I had the best hands and quickly my wife had to release her 38D's for everyone to see. She has wonderful breasts with huge areolas and nipples. I reached over and gave one a little pinch for good measure. Sally lost the next hand and her pants and panties to boot. She quickly sits down and crossed her legs to hide her nicely shaved sweet spot. Now here we were, my friend's wife and I buck naked playing poker with my wife and best friend that were still dressed from the waist down, watching intently.

The next hand Sally lost and Mark had to make the decision what I got to do to his wife. He said she had to sit on my lap and let me kiss her for 10 seconds. This wasn't easy for her, as she brought her bare ass over and sits down on my leg so I could kiss her. It also wasn't easy for me to control myself when she wiggled her way over to me and sit on my leg. We kissed with no tongue for the allotted time. Then the next hand was a repeat and he had to think of something else, it wasn't hard. French her for one minute. Now French kissing a married woman in front of her husband is not something that normally happens, but doing it in front of your wife is even rarer.

Now I am beginning to enjoy myself and even more so when she loses her next two hands. This time I got to play with her breasts for two minutes. After kissing each one gently I began sucking and flicking my tongue across her nipple that was already standing out. I started lightly pinching her other nipple between my index finger and thumb. I could tell it was feeling good as she began rocking like she was humping my leg. After my two minutes were up she returned to her seat with a smile on her face.

The next hand I lost and this time my wife said I had to give Sally a one minute massage. I didn't have a problem with that either. I sit beside her and slowly massaged her neck and shoulders then further down her back. Spending ample time on the lower back and across her tight ass. 

After she lost the next hand and I had to give Sally another massage, this time a frontal massage. At this point my wife and friend were wondering who was actually winning in the game. We both agreed they were and smiled as I continued to massage her breasts. Then the next hand she lost again and I suggested that she had to sit on my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist while I played with her ass and sucked on her tits. With both of us being naked I knew that this would arouse all of us. Her leg was against my dick as she began rocking back and forth while I grabbed and squeezed her ass. She could feel my dick growing but would not release it from between her leg and mine. I could feel the moisture from her cunt as she rocked. After the time had expired she quickly jumped off me and returned to her seat. I leaned forward to hide my obvious erection. 

After that my wife and friend started on a loosing streak, I believe they were throwing the hands in order to start "winning". She finally lost and he got to suck on her ample tits for two minutes. This was totally erotic for me as his wife watched and from under the table began to rub her toes across my thighs. At this point we had done about as much as possible and suggested one last hand. The winner of the hand got to pick their partner for the night. Of course by this time it was nearly 5:30 in the morning so the rest of the night would not be long with checkout at 11:00. 

The ladies at first balked at this asking us if we really wanted to swap wives for the evening. None of us had ever done anything like that before and they were afraid of what it would do to our friendship. It was decided that we would wait until each couple had the chance to discuss it in private. We put away the cards and started to get dressed, when Sally suggested that it wasn't fair that Mark and Christy didn't get to do as much as we did. So as they performed the tasks we told them I gave Sally a long back massage. 

We had already begun to dress so I had my shorts on and she had her panties on. I started giving her a massage while she directed the others. I began rocking on her ass while giving her a massage. She began caressing my legs with her hands and slowly bucking her hips up and down. I pulled her panties over her cheeks and took my dick and slid it between her legs. She could feel my throbbing hard on as it tried to gain access to her sweet spot. She started bucking harder and I seen her hand disappear between her legs. I lifted myself a little so she could gain access and heard her moan as she began to play with herself.

At this point you could hear her husband ask what they are doing now. He was facing the other direction with my wife straddling him as he kissed and sucked on her bountiful mounds. At that point we said we either need to stop now or take the other's wife and retire to the other room. We all four had totally different attitudes now than we had just minutes before. Passion and excitement had overtaken our sound reasoning and judgement. Sally looked at her husband and said are you sure. He said go and she gave him a kiss as I did the same to my wife then she grabbed my hand. We were still only half dressed but their room was just a few doors down from ours.

Part II

Once the door was unlocked she jumped into my arms wrapping her legs tightly around me. Our lips met and we stood their kissing and caressing each other. I slid my hand down the back of her panties and squeezed and played with her ass. She managed to balance herself as she removed her t-shirt in one fluid motion. I threw her on the bed and started ravishing her body. Licking and sucking her A cup tits while finger fucking her soaked pussy.

I continued fingering her as I moved methodically down her stomach. Her breath was getting faster and faster until I made my way to her clit. As soon as I took it into my mouth she exploded in ecstasy. She told me to fuck her and do it now, but I didn't. I told her that there was more than enough time for that, but I wanted to taste her before we done it. She was limber as a kid as she took her knees and curled her body. She then hooked her knees with her arms and grabbed her ankles. This left her bald pussy fully exposed and ready for my wrath.

I dipped my tongue into her pussy and slowly licked forward and flicked her clit. She jerked wildly as that point again asking me to just fuck her. That was not my plan at this time. Who knows if I would ever get the chance again so I had to make it count. I took my arms and pinned her arms and legs against her head which was at the headboard now. I dove into her pussy like there was no tomorrow licking and sucking hard on her clit, and then tongue fucking her dripping pussy. Biting her clit softly while flicking it as fast as I could. She started moaning again and pumping her pussy into my mouth as fast as possible. Even in her current position she was able to buck like a bronco. She screamed again as she came just as hard if not harder than the time before. 

Now it was time to fuck her. I pulled off my shorts and thought it would be easy to enter her soaked pussy. She was as tight as if it was her first time. After hours of foreplay I could not resist the temptation just to pound her pussy hard until I came. That wouldn't take long as I was ready to explode when she was humping me during the card game. I grabbed her ankles and rested them against the headboard. After a little work to gain entry because of her tightness I repositioned and began banging away like there was no tomorrow. She kept moaning and telling me to fuck her hard, fuck me harder. Within a minute I had dropped my load into her sweetness.

I rolled over and relaxed as my heart was beating a million miles an hour. She gave me a kiss and asked me if I was ready again. The hard pounding had put her on the verge and she was ready again. I told her she would have to wait a few minutes and let me catch my breath. She turned over and slid down my body looking up at me between my legs. Will this help speed you up a little, as she engulfed my pussy juice covered member into her mouth. 

I told her it sure couldn't hurt as the sensation began to perk me up again. Not sure if it was her sucking my dick after it had been in her pussy or just the excitement of it that sprang it up again. This time she wanted to be on top and bounced wildly around as she came for the third time. After a long night of erotic fun we fell asleep in each others arms. 

It didn't take her long to recoup though. By 7:30, not sure how long we had been asleep there she was again giving me head. I have to tell everyone that I can't think of a better way to be woke up in the morning, or any time for that matter. This time it was my turn to determine how we would do it. I just wanted to go back to where it began the night before with her wrapping her legs around me as I was sitting on the bed. This way we could look at each other and we rocked each other to another climax.


We fell back to sleep and woke up to a knock on the door and a voice saying maid service. We looked at the clock and realized it was nearly checkout time. We called our other halves and quickly took showers and left. On the way back home everyone be me slept. All I could think about was what a night, and if there would ever be another game of partner's best.



Partners In Crime



I am an average, good-looking blonde woman. Anyway, that is what everyone tells me! I have been on my own for about six years, having been through several boyfriends, I had given up on men for the time being! It seems that I just couldn't find the 'right' man for me! A common problem for thousands of young women nowadays, I guess!

I had been working as an account executive for a large international business, and was actually enjoying my job! I had pretty much free rein on my little part of the office, and didn't have a whole lot of pressure on me to 'be the best', or 'look busy'! I just did what entailed basically keeping the records straight and looking out for the boss's, when they needed to be left alone. I would intercept customers, and keep them occupied until they would either give up and leave, or the boss in question got caught up enough to see them! 

I had always been interested in men, and actually loved a good hard cock in my tight little pussy! I often had daydreams of being taken by a strong male and being 'made' to perform for him! I would often masturbate (at home) using this fantasy, especially when I was in between boyfriends! 

I had never had a problem getting a man to take interest in me, and often had several men sparring over who got to take me home! I would pretend to be shy and act dumb around them and they would fall all over themselves trying to be helpful and nice to me! I knew that all they really wanted was to get in my panties! Since I was blonde, and had a nice 'rack' as they say, I would sometimes be treated as a 'dumb blonde'! This used to bother me when I was in high school, but now, dating and stuff, I kind of liked the impression that a 'blonde babe' left on men!

I had been coming into work early all month long as we were coming up on inventory time, and I had been pretty busy! I had also been given the keys to the office cash box, and was responsible for keeping the fund therein in proper shape! I found that the job additions were simple and it didn't take much to keep everything straight. The raise that came along with the added responsibility was a nice plus! I had also gotten to be the office manager at the same time, so I actually had people under me for the first time in my life!

One night after work, my boss called me into his office. He seemed preoccupied all day and I had wondered what he was thinking about. He had me set down and preceded to tell me how certain funds had come up missing from the cash box! I insisted that the possibility of that was very slim since I had been taking care of it very carefully and all the numbers had added up each night when I checked it out! 

He wasn't having a difficult time believing me since I had been there for about five years with no problems at all! He was worried where the money had gone. I asked how much was missing, and he shocked me when he told me the figure was close to three thousand dollars! I reminded him that there had never been that much in the cash box ever! In fact the most that could be kept in it was two hundred and fifty dollars and any time! 

He said that someone had been taking the money for quite some time, and it had to be replaced each day! I was at a loss as to how that could have been happening, since I was in charge of it and had never had a shortage! He said that his boss had been replacing it each morning before anyone came in, trying to catch the thief by keeping it full all of the time! I reminded him how my assistant manager, Carla, and myself checked it each night together! Bob was sure that I hadn't been doing anything wrong, and told me that he had wanted to give me a heads up on the situation! 

That night as Carla and I counted out the cash, I kept a close watch on the money until the box was locked up and put away. Nothing seemed to be out of place, nobody bothered us, and Carla wasn't out of my sight at all! The next morning, bingo! More money was gone, about one hundred and seventy dollars! I was at a loss as to how that could have happened! Bob and I counted the cash box contents several time each and still there was that amount gone!

I was becoming worried that I was going to be blamed for the missing funds, even though Bob reassured me that I wasn't being blamed for the theft! I knew that Carla hadn't taken the money, and just couldn't figure out how it disappeared out of the box each night! I had suspicions that it was Bob's boss, but I wasn't about to point my finger at anyone without proof!

By that Friday, another seven hundred dollars was missing, the biggest amount so far in one week! I asked Carla to have dinner with me at my place, with the intention of quietly questioning her about the missing funds. She accepted my invitation and showed up a little early for dinner, and had brought along some wine! I was surprised about the wine, since we hadn't been that close or anything, but it was a welcome addition to the meal I had! Carla was effusive, and very funny. She had one of 'those' ways about her, able to make friends easily, and seemed to hit it off with everyone she met! 

She had grown up in a small town in the country, and had those small town values that I sometimes envied! As we ate I discovered that she had had a drug problem earlier in her life and it had nearly cost her life! She had been straight for nearly ten years now and was finally getting her life together. She hadn't been with our firm long, but she was very adept and a good worker! 

I felt guilty thinking that she might have taken the money, but I was at ends trying to find out who had stolen it, and I needed, I felt, to catch the crook before I lost my job and was accused of the theft! When I finally got up my nerve to broach the subject Carla laughed a little bit, as if she didn't believe me, then got very angry with me! I knew that I had gone about it all wrong! I tried to back track as fast as I could, but she flew into a rage and almost slapped me before getting up to leave my apartment. I was in tears! I hadn't meant to drive a wedge between our 'work relationship', but here I had really flubbed and ruined everything!

I was able to get her calmed down before she walked out on me and soon we had a little laugh about everything! I had managed to save face for her and myself, how, I didn't know, but I felt much better, and so did Carla! Or so I thought!

The next week more money came up missing and the theft was brought to everyone's attention! A poster was placed on the bulletin boards, offering a reward for information on who was responsible for the thefts! I knew that some in the office thought that either Carla or I were the thieves, perhaps both of us, but come on! The small amount being stolen was surely not worth my job! Carla, I knew, felt the same way!

We had started to eat lunch together and others in the office started to avoid us! Like we were the black plague or something! I had Carla over for dinner twice that week and she had me over to her place once. We were fast becoming close friends; I only wished that it had been under better circumstances! 

One Monday morning, Bob called me into his office and gave me the terrible news! They had decided that Carla was the thief and she was going to be presented with their evidence, and then asked to resign! They weren't going to press charges, and were even willing to give her a time payment schedule to pay back the missing money! I was furious, since I knew that neither of us had stolen the money! I argued loudly and forcefully, but in the end Carla was called into the office! I was told to wait outside while they presented the alleged evidence they had, and by the time she came out we were both crying hard! I hugged her and helped her gather her things. I got her to promise me to come over that night for dinner!

That night I found out that she was living paycheck to paycheck, like most people, and was probably going to be evicted when she couldn't come up with the rent that month! I told her to move right in with me, and the next night we moved her into my apartment! I helped her as much as I could, and soon she had another job! I had fielded the questions from her new employer, and everything went real well after that! She was even making more money than she had working for us!

We went out that night and celebrated! When we got back to 'our home' we were both pretty snockers! I took a shower then Carla did the same. We sat around talking and since we were both on the couch, we were sitting side by side. At one point Carla leaned over to give me a little hug for being there for her in her time of need! As we hugged, I felt a hot tingle run through my body! I think she did too because she pulled back a bit and looked deeply into my eyes! We both started to say something at the same time, after a hesitation, I started. 

"Carla, do you feel something, well, kind of electric?"

She looked into my eyes and just nodded yes!

We hugged some more, and then, without even thinking, I kissed her on her cheek! I felt that it was the right thing to do! She responded to my kiss by turning her head and pushing her lips to mine! Soon, we were lip-locked and our tongues were slipping in and out of each other's mouth! Our hands had been roaming and I soon had mine on her breasts! I couldn't believe that I was doing this! I had never in my life had a lesbian thought or tendency! I liked cock! 

I could see that Carla was struggling with her inner demons also! We broke apart, and breathing hard just looked at each other! I saw in her eyes a deep need for love, and I decided that I was going to be the one to provide that love for her! She had evidently seen something similar in my eyes because we were soon going at it again!

I kissed her and she met my kisses with a hunger that I had never experienced before! I wasn't a bit timid now, and started to undress her! I unbuttoned her blouse, and undid her front fastening bra! I soon had her nipples in my fingers and caressed and held them. I gently moved my mouth down her throat going down her soft neck to her shoulder. I then let my lips kiss over to the swell of her breasts! Soon I had a nipple in my mouth and one in my hand! I closed my eyes and just let the feelings I had for Carla flow through me and on to her!

She hadn't been still either! My blouse was off and my bra had disappeared! Her hands were stroking and fondling my breasts as I kissed hers! I wanted to please and be pleased! She knew just how to touch me and hold me! 

We broke apart and stood up in front of the couch. Our skirts fell to the floor and we stepped out of them! Standing in front of each other in our panties, we hugged and kissed each other some more! I soon had my hands in her panties, caressing and feeling her cute tight butt! Her fingers were insistently probing my pussy, looking to gain entrance to my hot wet hole! We finally took our love fest into the bedroom, running hand in hand and falling into my bed! We embraced each other, kissing and stroking each other's body until 'that' need overwhelmed us both. We had moved ourselves until our pussies were touching and our spread-open legs were moving us together in unison! 

My hands were pushing and tweaking on my nipples! Carla was grasping hers hard and pressing them in to her chest! We were both moaning and stroking our selves! Soon I felt her begin to shake and cry out! She was having the first of what turned out to be several mini-orgasms! I soon followed her and had the biggest orgasm I had ever had in my life!

After we had calmed down, we stayed together, legs intertwined. Caressing what we could reach of each other! I had never thought that another woman would be, could be so-o-o good! Later that night we made love again, slower and less intense than earlier! I found that Carla knew just the right places to touch, pinch, hold, fondle, and best of all WHEN to do the right thing to me to get me off! She claimed that I did the same for her!

I tried licking her pussy, and after a bit I was bringing her to a big orgasm! I just licked and sucked like I thought I would like to be licked and sucked, and evidently I was doing a very good job! She tasted so salty-sweet! I found that I really was getting into pleasuring her with my mouth and tongue! I would dance around her clit, lightly tapping it with the tip of my tongue, and then I would take a light, broad sweep over it pushing in just a little harder! I had several fingers stroking in and out of her tight little hole, and I could feel her muscles gripping and trying to pull my fingers in farther! I brought her off twice with my tongue, back-to-back orgasms, and then I broke away for a small rest! Carla was not idle during my little rest since as soon as she recovered enough, she was soon licking down my belly to my pussy! As she got closer she started to tease me by just slipping in and around the edges of my sensitive spots! I was going nuts! All at once she dove in between the lips of my pussy and gave me some very deep tongue! I was on the very edge of a huge orgasm when she backed off and went back to light smooth licks around my clit and the lips of my pussy, not quite touching them, not quite giving me the release that I sought from her tongue!

Then she started an attack on my clit and using her fingers in my pussy she soon had me trembling and going into a wondrous orgasm! I fell into the abyss of orgasmic heaven, and it seemed like it would never end! She kept me centered on feelings and pleasure that I had never experienced before! I thought that I had been cumming for hours when I finally came to in her arms! I had just had the greatest orgasm that I had ever had in my life! We fell asleep in spoon fashion and didn't wake up until late the next morning!

We were a little embarrassed the next morning on getting up and out of bed! Neither of us had ever had inclinations, to our knowledge, of having lesbian sex! I know that it hadn't entered my mind! We ate breakfast and talked about what we had done, and soon we came to terms with what had transpired last night. Matter-of-fact, we decided that we had done nothing wrong at all! It had been a beautiful wonderful experience, and we mutually decided to try it again! It took us all of, oh, about six minutes to get back into bed and start making love all over again! We ended up spending the rest of the day trying different things and having orgasms!

We continued this relationship for about three years, living together, and we would sometimes have boyfriends, but we never tried threesomes or anything like that. For all outwardly appearances, we were just two gals sharing an apartment, and saving our hard earned money for better things! After we had been together for two years, one night I brought a boyfriend home with me and we were in bed fucking each other but good! I say fucking instead of making love because he really liked to FUCK a woman, and I liked to get FUCKED by him. You girls know what I mean! His attitude, actions and demeanor were, 'I'm going to FUCK your eyeballs out!' and he usually would do just that! Anyway, we were fucking, and I guess we made too much noise for Carla! She came into my room and I wasn't sure how long she had been watching us, but all of the sudden I realized that she was standing there, naked, masturbating herself, watching us fuck!

Stan (my boyfriend fucking me) finally noticed her and started to cover himself up! I stopped him and looking at Carla, I told him to move over, he had more pussy to fuck that night! I don't know what got into me; I just decided that Carla needed to get fucked also! Stan was reluctant; I think to impress me with his show of 'I wouldn't do this unless you really, really wanted me to'! I knew that he was dying to fuck both of us and have both of us in the sack at once! I wanted to give him a very special treat, and I also thought that Carla, who had been dateless for a month, needed some special attention too!

The threesome that followed was a super night of fucking and making love! Carla and I ganged up on sucking Stan off! He really loved having two mouths, two tongues, and four hands working him over! He came at least three times before ever fucking Carla with his hard long cock! When Carla and Stan finally got around to fucking, I slipped up behind them and started to lick them where his cock entered Carla's pussy! As he pulled back, I would lick Carla's clit, and as he drove forward I would lick the length of his cock! It didn't take either of them long before they were cumming very hard!

Carla did the same thing for me when Stan and I got around to fucking later and I found out that I really liked that extra touch! So, that has been our life since Carla was falsely fired, and we have enjoyed it quite a bit! I'm sure that someday we will go our separate ways, but for now we are in love, and loving our life!

Oh, before I forget! Bob's boss was fired last month! It seems that he had been taking cash from the cash box each morning, and had plans to force me or some other unfortunate young lady into blackmailed sex with him! He had been trying to do that with Carla and myself back then, only his plans were messed up and it got out of hand before he could get it under his control. It turned out that his ineptness at that showed how inept he really was as a manager, and upper management fired him post-haste! He won't be missed by anyone here, for sure!

I do have a twinge of sympathy for him though, since without his meddling and trying to set us up, Carla and I would have never gotten together! Will I miss him? NOT!



Partners in Crime



This story is about my roommate and me during our first year in college. When I think of the craziest shit I pulled in college, this story definitely tops the list.

My name is Shane, and right now, I'm a senior in college, but this story goes back a few years to the days in the dorms. Back then, I was new to the idea of not having parents around, as well as all the fucking hot girls on my floor, so needless to say, I was racking up my usage of condoms my first few months in the dorm. Back then, I was pretty built and easy on the eyes, and had an 8 inch dick to go along with it.

My roomie was pretty cool, but my true bud was Tyler, who lived down the hall a bit. Tyler and I were peas in a pod; we looked almost exactly alike, were pretty much built the same, and had dicks to be proud of. Tyler hated his roommate, but because the fucker was always around, there was no escape for my bud. Instead, he hung out a lot in my room or I chilled in his to make it a little easier on him.

Ty was the closest thing to a bro I had. He and I got to be real close buds over the months, and we did a lot of stuff together. Sometimes, if we struck out at a party, we'd just go home and beat off together just to pass the time. We pretty much knew how to get each other off, so we'd talk about girls we like and how much we want to fuck them hard.

This time around, I was going to chill with Ty. Just as I was walking in his room, his roomie was leaving to go to his classes for the day. Figuring my bro would be free for a good two hours, I went straight to his porno stash and started picking out some good videos. I popped one in and started rubbing my shit in my sweats I had on. Tyler noticed what was going on and sat next to me and whip his shit out. We both got naked and started jerking, occasionally smacking at each other's nuts or nips just for fun.

With my dick in my hand, I looked at Tyler and got this great idea. I looked at him and told him I wanted to fuck some girl with him right then. He seemed a little freaked at first, but I was able to convince him to go for it. We got our sweats back on and walked around the dorm hunting for puss. I found this girl I hooked up with the week before, and figured we found our victim. Now I'm generally a nice guy, but when it comes to girls, I lay the mack on hard for them, and they usually like it after a while. I went up to this girl and tried to get her to fuck me and my bro.

Her name was Gina, and she was a frosh like Tyler and I. Gina was a small girl, but her tits made up for it all. She just joined a sorority, and her house and my fraternity did a lot of stuff together. I met her last week at a party and ended up spending the night with her, and I could never forget how tight her shit was around my dick.

I went up to her and started talking. Tyler just stood there, and I introduced the two. I started asking her how her week was and all that shit, but then moved real close to ask her for her bed and puss for a bit. Tyler and I were both pretty much tenting our sweats from beating off before, and I made sure Gina could feel my bulge by leaning right up against her. I leaned in and whispered into her ear how much my bud and I want to fuck her right now. She just looked at Ty, looked down at his bulge and giggled. She took my hand and led me inside her room. Tyler just followed us in...we were set.

By the time the door was closed, my sweats were on the ground and my boner was rising up. I grabbed Gina's body and started taking off her shirt. My bro sat on her bed and started jerking his shit under his sweats. I got her on her knees right in front of Tyler, then bent her over, sticking her ass in the air. I slid her panties to the side and started licking her puss to get this shit started. Tyler saw her face go from smile to moan as my tongue started to work her snatch. She pulled my bro's sweats off his body and started to kiss his dick all over. By the look on my bro's face, it was going to be a good time.

I kept tonguing her puss and clit, and she moved on to suck my bro off. Before long, I had enough of just licking her, so I knelt up and started sliding my dick inside her. Her puss was just as tight as I remembered it, and I started to slowly pump my dick in and out of her. As I kept going in deeper, she started to suck my bro harder and faster, and I could sense Tyler was having a hard time from blowing right then and there. My fucking got its rhythm going, and my nuts slapping her puss started a beat for Tyler to fuck her face to.

After a bit, Tyler looked at her and asked if she wanted to taste what her puss tastes like. After letting out a yes between moans, we stood her up and she climbed on my bro. She started riding him facing me, and I could tell by the look on his face that she was still as tight as ever. I stood up and bent her face down toward my crotch, which she started licking all over, getting every last drop of puss juice on her tongue. I started feeding her my cock, and before long, she was taking my entire dick in as my buddy fucked her puss hard. I could tell she was trying to moan, but my dick in the way made her moans just vibrate into my dick. After a bit, I could feel her start to cum on my bro, and her juices flowing off Tyler's sack confirmed that.

After a while, I leaned her back up and knelt in front of my bro's shit. I started rubbing her clit for him, which she returned by grinding harder onto Tyler's cock. I eventually leaned in and started tonguing her clit more, and this just drove her nuts. I started sliding a finger in her puss while Tyler fucked her, and it felt like there was so much room left in there...something I had to fix. I stood up more and put my dick against her clit and started rubbing it on her button. Before she knew what was happening, and before she could protest, I was sliding my dick in her puss with my bro.

Ty and I were best buds, so the thought of our dicks touching didn't bother me at all. Instead, all I cared about was how tight her puss was getting the farther I slid in her. After a while of her getting used to it, Tyler and I were pretty much the same depth in her snatch, just pounding the shit out of it. By now, Gina was moaning hard and loud, and I was almost beginning to worry if people would notice. Instead of giving a fuck, I just kept on pumping in her with my bro, finding this awesome rhythm that kept her moaning and squirming on us.

I could tell that Tyler was getting close, so I stood up in front of them and pulled her up. Tyler got up with me and we got her on her knees. She started sucking one of us while jerking the other, then switch back and forth between the two of us. All this time, all I could do was look at my bro and give him a "fuck yeah" look. We both got pretty close, and I told her to stick her tongue out. Tyler and I aimed our dicks at her tongue, and we both started shooting our loads on her tongue at the same time. We seemed to shoot forever, and after a bit, she couldn't hold any more in and some started dripping on her tits and the floor. All Tyler and I could do then was just pass out.

We got her all cleaned up, then got dressed and booked. I called her later that night, and she was still not getting over all the dick she got that day. That night, Tyler and I jerked again thinking of the puss we tagged together. Eventually, for the rest of the year, we'd do her together once again and separately each a few times more, but the girl down the hall was sure to take care of us when needed.



Partners in Crime



It was a quiet evening in a random city, as Alanis and Evi went out to one of their favourite clubs. Everywhere they'd come, people would admire them, being both extremely sexy. Alanis was about 5"7', 135 pounds, and had a cup size C70. Furthermore she had greenish eyes and brown hair, hanging lose upon her shoulders. Evi, on the other hand, was about 5"9', weighted 138 pounds, had a C90 and was blessed with blue eyes and brown-blondish hair. Both 18-year-olds were looking absolutely fine, wearing not much more than a simple hip-hanging jeans and a top that exposed their belly – and their belly button.

Tonight, the two hot chicks were going out in some local club, and they started to dance with each other, making it extra sensual in order to attract some horny guys, since both girls were longing to get a nice-build cock in their shaved pussies. They kept dancing and grinding against each other, and it sure had some effect! Barely 5 minutes after they got started, a group of 4 fine looking lads from like 22. They were all quite attractive. One of them had black hair up in spikes, had piercing blue eyes, the second one was a Moroccan, the third one was a common type, and the fourth had blonde hair, full of wax, and blue eyes. The first one came closer to the girls, and winked at them. 

Alanis, knowing what this would lead into, winked back and nodded her head, inviting the guys to come closer. The handsome guy leaned in and whispered in Alanis' ear: "Today's my friend's birthday here, and he has never seen two girls kiss." He smiled sheepishly. Alanis let out a small laugh, pulled Evi closer and pressed her lips upon the mouth of her friend. They sucked each other's lips eagerly, and held each other's waist, still moving in unison.

As they pulled away, the guys were all smiling, and looking at each other. The blonde guy introduced himself as Damian, the Moroccan guy was called Karim, the handsome black haired dude's name was Thomas and the common lad was Christopher. The girls introduced themselves, and soon they were both grabbed by the hand and pulled outside the club.

"What about getting to somewhere more private?" Christopher suggested. The rest of the group agreed willingly, and barely half an hour later they found themselves in Karim's apartment, where he immediately offered everyone to sit down in the couch. 

Evi sat next to Damian, as she saw Thomas moving closer to Alanis. All of a sudden, he leaned in and kissed her roughly, clasping one of her breasts in his hand. She heard her best friend moan huskily, as the handsome man pulled her closer and crept his hands underneath her T-shirt. Soon, Alanis was whimpering, having Thomas pinch her nipples and bite her neck. 

Meanwhile, Damian has started his moves on Evi too. He pulled her closer and kissed the pretty brunette passionately, squeezing her C-cup tits tightly. He bit her lip playfully, and pulled away, undoing his T-shirt. He pulled Evi on his lap, still squeezing her perfect tits, while she grunted her hips upon his already stiff dick.

"Get off for a second, sexy babe." Damian suggested, and Evi complied, taking a seat next to him and quickly throwing her top off. Damian loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, obviously wanting the bulge in his pants to be free. He pulled off his jeans and boxers, and right in front of Evi, a giant cock from about 9" popped out, standing up proudly with a head that was shining of pre-cum.

"Suck it, you bitch." Damian implied, pulling Evi's head into his lap, forcing his monster into her mouth. Evi immediately started licking the shaft, encouraged by the blonde god. "That's it, you whore. Suck it harder... Yeah, like that... Come on... Lick my balls, slut! Tongue-fuck my manhood, bitch! Blow me 'til I fill your slut mouth with my hot jizz!" He commanded, opening his legs further and letting Evi blow him.

Meanwhile, Alanis got been undressed by Christopher and Thomas. Christopher was now getting naked himself, as Thomas was fingering Alanis' wet pussy heavily, pumping two fingers in and out at a rapid tempo. Alanis' tits were jingling together, while her pussy got finger-fucked by this naked, handsome man. She was moaning and whimpering, until Christopher pulled out his dick and rammed it into her mouth, insisting she'd suck him dry. With her wet hole getting fucked, her nipples all stiffened and this wonderful cock in her mouth, Alanis felt in a perfect bliss. She started jacking Thomas off while Christopher made her suck his 8" shaft, groaning as an animal. In the end, he came, and held Alanis' head tight, so she had to swallow his load of sperm.

"Fuck... That was good." He managed to utter, sinking down on the third couch that was still free. Thomas redrew his fingers out of Alanis' cunt, glistening with her juices. He walked over to Damian and Evi, who was still sucking his dick, and pulled her upon her feet.

"Here, slut, taste this." He said, before sticking his fingers into Evi's mouth, forcing her to lick Alanis' juices off. "Not as good as the real thing, huh. Come on, you two can fuck each other for a while, since you both are so hot." He dragged Evi near Alanis, and almost threw them together on the carpet. Alanis kissed Evi deeply, letting her hands roam over the sexy teen's back. Evi broke off the kiss, and positioned herself over her friend, so they were 69'ing. They started to like each other's pussies, as Karim came on the scene as well.

"What do we have here?" He smiled, quickly undressing himself. Now the six of them were naked, they felt like they could finally begin with the fun. While the two girls were licking each other's cunt, the four lads were jerking off their hot dicks, feeling the urge to cum all over their whores. Damian couldn't help it no longer, and interfered with the two beauties. He grabbed Evi by the hair and let her lean over the couch. "Come here, your cunt's wet enough." He grinned, before ramming his fat cock into Evi's hole from behind. Evi let out a shriek, surprised that this giant dick was now filling her little hole.

"Make the bitch shut up!" Damian grit, while holding her tightly at her hips and bucking into her as crazy. Karim immediately got into the couch, pressing his big brown cock into Evi's mouth. She started to suck off his dick and balls, while Damian was still ramming her cunt. Thomas was looking at Evi with hunger in his eyes.

"Now look at this slut. Being fucked in her fucking whorish cunt, sucking off a big brown cock, and she even seems to like it. Don't you, Evi? You love to have that big brown cock into your slut mouth, right? You want Karim to fill your throat with his hot cum, don't you? You just want to have it all, little bitch you are. Am I right?" Thomas questioned. Evi, her mouth full of brown cock, couldn't reply, and Thomas stepped in closer, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her pretty ass cheek.

"I SAID, am I right?!" He yelled. Evi quickly yelled "Yes! Yes, I love to have that cock in my pussy! I'm a slut and I want to be fucked in all my holes! Fill me with your hot cream, Damian, while I milk Karim until he squirts his load into my mouth!"

"That's the way!" Thomas grinned. He suddenly turned around and saw Alanis being fucked in her wet pussy by Christopher. He sat himself down in the couch, and spoke jokingly to Christopher: "Let me have her tits." Christopher pulled away and set Alanis in front of Thomas' lap. Alanis knew what got expected from her, and took Thomas' fat cock between her C tits, jacking him off.

"Ow yeah... That feels good. Fuck. Come on, jack me off! Make my hard cock cum on your tits! Make me fucking cum, or I'll let you blow me until you gag in my jizz!" After a minute or such, Thomas felt his balls explode as his milky cream landed on and between Alanis' breasts. Christopher made Alanis lean over the couch, and parted her ass cheeks. He spit in between them, his saliva hanging around Alanis' puckered brown hole. His dick, full of juices from minutes ago, was stiff again, and he put the head against Alanis' asshole, prodding it eagerly. Without a warning, he rammed his hard cock into her tight hole, and pumped his fat dick into her, making her whimper and cry out, though soon her cries were replaced by screaming of joy. Thomas, meanwhile, was squeezing her tits and forcing her to suck him off again, also getting hornier every second.

Karim and Damian had sandwiched Evi in between them. Karim had his brown dick into her pussy, as Damian filled her sore asshole, and the two guys pumped in and out eagerly, filling her all the way. Evi was having the most intense fuck of her life, with these two hot guys filling her holes and Karim kneading her tits and sucking at her nipples. In the end, they both shot their cream into Evi's holes, and pulled away. Karim seated Evi on the couch and pulled her legs apart, admiring the mess in Evi's shaved pussy. Her cunt was glistening with her own cum, mixed with the jizz of all the guys. Meanwhile, Christopher and Thomas had fucked Alanis as well, and were now focused on the thing their mates were doing with Evi. Evi, still breathing heavily, opened her eyes and saw the four men staring at her pussy, admiring the sight. She motioned Alanis to come closer, which her friend did. Alanis positioned herself between Evi's thighs, and licked the juices of out her friend's wet hole. As she was finished, she crawled up to her and kissed her passionately, sharing the taste of the spunk.

They kept kissing for a while, as the guys regained their breath and looked at the show in front of them. They started to put on their clothes again, knowing their cocks had had enough pleasure for that night. They gathered the girls' clothes as well, and gave them to them as soon as they had stopped kissing each other. Alanis and Evi got dressed as well, and left Karim's place, not before having gotten the phone numbers in case they urgently needed a good fuck.

The partners in crime wandered down the street and stood still in front of some pub, where a few guys were smoking a cigarette. They talked for a while with each other, and then one of the men came over to the female duo...