0 comments/ 11157 views/ 6 favorites Somebody's Got To Do It By: oldhippie1949 This story is a mise en scene. It features basic male/female lust. I wrote it for a friend. Enjoy. ***** "I feel weird. Talking to you about this is very uncomfortable for me. I've never discussed this, not so openly, not even with a shrink or a therapist." "What could be so heavy? What could be so bad? Did you kill somebody?" "No, I'm serious. I never told anyone because I was too ashamed, you know. It was my secret to keep. I didn't want the judgmental looks. When I finally began to admit to myself what was obvious, I embraced it but also, I still hid it. I kept it in the closet. But talking to you, I feel okay about it, especially since you so honestly revealed yourself to me. Now, I'm not that uncomfortable...a little unnerved but not uncomfortable. And, according to our rules, I will tell all and leave nothing out. I'll be as specific as I can and I will be blunt about it because that's my way. I will be as honest as you were to me. I have the need...I want to tell you about myself." So she began. At first, she was halting and finding the right words to piece together her sexual biography but as she spoke, she loosened up and the words started to fall into place. Her shoulders fell back into the chair and I could see her face relax, all the fret lines blending into her lightly tanned skin. I should describe the situation. We have just completed a long bout of excellent afternoon sex. This is the third time we've been together and it is not as though we have a relationship. I am merely a fuck buddy to her and that is quite alright with me as I have no desire to have an ongoing, long-term relationship. Neither of us want that and so our relationship is fine as it is. She's a nurse who is not being regularly fulfilled and I am her booty call. Discreetly, of course. She asked me what makes me a good lover and who taught me. She wanted to know more about my sexual history. And so we made a deal. I went first and now it was her turn. I told her the truth about me, as far as I know it. I left nothing out. I am sitting on a double-wide Lazy-E-Boy across from her and she is on the couch. We are both naked. She is sitting with her legs apart displaying her moist vagina, moist from listening to my story. Since she is concentrating on finding the appropriate language, I cannot help but fill the pauses watching her other lips. "I was always curious about sex but I was brought up in a strict religious environment and so all I did was think about it. I'd heard all the words and knew a little about what they meant. I knew what a pussy and tits were but although I knew the other words like "cock" and "fuck" but the real things were alien to me. But I thought about the words a lot. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I even touched myself. I was at a slumber party and all the other girls were talking about sex and we all got horny. Eventually, they told me about jilling myself and then they showed me how. When I first came by bringing myself off, it was a revelation and a threshold long arriving. Now I knew what an orgasm was and what "to cum" meant. I embraced this new knowledge with both hands." "I lived a secret life after that, a fantasy life, if you will. And oh, those fantasies! My sex was my own and I could not share my pleasure with the world. Not that I was celibate, I certainly wasn't. I lived in my room and jilled all the time. I was in love with how I made my cunt, another word I learned, feel. I wasn't unpopular but I was a loner. I just thought the high school guys were all so childish. I knew better. I knew how to make my pussy dance and they didn't. I rarely had time for boys but then came college and things exploded for me." "I lived in a private room within a suite of four rooms. We had a coed dorm so my roommates were of both sexes and a lot of flirting was going on between us. The fact is, I was attracted to all three of them. Well, one night during late winter, during a snow storm, we huddled in our room and broke out the candles, the joints, a bottle of rum, a bottle of tequila, a bottle of Coke and all our endorphins. A few rounds of "Truth or Dare" got us super horny. When I was dared to kiss a girl, I leaned over and frenched my roommate for about ten minutes. We felt each other up and had the boys heating up. The four of us went nuts experimenting with and on each other, fulfilling each others fantasies without inhibitions. I think I was in paradise. Having another pussy to play with, having two live throbbing cocks to use and having no inhibitions to deal with, I was transported. I did it all: ate her, blew the boys, drank cum, and got some DP while I went down on her. I can still remember that first time...even the smell of my aroused cunt brings back the memory. I was fulfilling my fantasies and then taking them a step further, pushing my inhibitions and reveling in my skin. I knew that I had to have lots of this in my life. I stretched myself out and went beyond my parameters, whatever they were. We ended up rooming together the next year and with our frequent sex parties, the year flew by. Those were very happy years." "And then I met my first husband. We were only married for a minute. I wanted to settle down into normalcy. I wanted to put my libido on the back shelf and hide it away. He was straight-arrow, respectable and polite. Even better was his long, thick cock that I truly loved but, alas, there was nothing else there. I truly loved his cock stretching me like no other cock had. I thought that with that massive cock, we could satisfy each other and learn to love each other but it wasn't to be. I think I wanted to put my secret sex life behind me and go straight. I wanted to settle down. But my brain needed stimulus, too, and he couldn't provide that to me either. The long and short of it was that we got divorced, admitted our mistake and moved on." "I was out of college, alone, single and very horny. I got a job in the financial division of a big company and worked the none-to-five. Occasionally, I would rub one out in the Ladies Room during the day. That's when another girl caught me. Fortunately, my sex life soon improved. I met a whole bunch of guys who would fuck a hole in the wall and women who could lick pussy at Olympian levels. For about ten years, I felt like a man with horny sex urges - you know, just do it for pleasure and don't fall in love. I was free to be, to do and to enjoy my sex. I got into yoga in a big way and dabbled in Tantric exercises...especially at home. I was known within my circle as a woman who would anything for a good orgasm...and give one, too." "I accepted who I was and how much I loved and needed sex. I lived for the big "O". My next husband and I hooked up at a swing so we knew about each others tastes. We played for about a year before he proposed. What happened was that I fell in love. It didn't hurt that he was very handsome, was bi, had an eight-incher that was nice and thick. We seldom played and the few times we did, we did it together. We fit together well and it was tremendously satisfying. We were married a very blissful sixteen years, had two great kids and then he went and had a heart attack on me. I mean, not on me, but right next to me. Right after he came. He died happy." "He left me a lot of money and property and jewelry and let me tell you, I don't worry about anything today. I've worked as a nurse to keep busy and have a sense of purpose. Since he died, I've brought my secret self out in the open a little more and had a lot of fun. To the outside world, I am a comfortable working widow living well on Casey Key but to the real world I am a slut for cock and pussy. And I have done it all: bi, lez, threes, fours, orgies, I suck, I swallow,...ummm, ass, d and s, you name it and I have loved it. I've been to swing clubs, nudist resorts, sex resorts, sex cruises, private clubs and you name it. I've had my body done to a turn. I have a deep well of experience and I use it. And now you know some more about me, too. I'm a lot like you. I agree that you can always be in the moment and aware of your body, too. I like to fuck. Period. God, I love pleasure. Does that change your opinion of me?" "First of all, I am not in the least judgmental. Second and more important, you sound like a tuned-up female me. Sex is experiential. I know that with the right partner, another me comes out, one who relishes in shared lust. But I don't think I have any fantasies anymore, I think I have fulfilled all of them." "All of them?" "Yes. Do you have any fantasies left?" "Yeah, a few. They change with my mood. Like I'd like to be the center of attention in a group scene. I never was...always a participant. I'd like to be tied down, spread eagled, and open to everyone. Me. The Star. The center of attention. Maximum submission. That's one fantasy. Another, is to be a sex surrogate and help people to cum. Like a paid therapist who comes to their house once a week and teaches them about their bodies, about good sex and about stimulation. Either sex or both sexes, it doesn't matter." "Well, I've been having a problem." I interrupted her. I sounded somber and restrained. "That's why I made an appointment. Dr. Shrinkowitz referred you." I let that sink in. "See, my prob...prob...problem is I can't stay hard and I ca...ca...can't c-cum. Can you he-help me?" "Certainly. Don't be nervous. I already spoke with the doctor and we worked out a treatment schedule and method for your problem. You're in good hands." She fell right into it. "Let me ask you some questions first. Do you have sex often? Do you masturbate and can you cum that way?" "I used to have sex a lot but not anymore. I don't have urges much. I sometimes get hard for no reason, sometimes in the middle of the day but it only lasts a minute. The doctor prescribed Viagra but it didn't work." I was really wringing the handkerchief. "I try to jerk off almost everyday. Sometimes, I cum and other times I can't and I'm frustrated. I feel like I'm such a loser." "Don't be silly. These things happen especially at your age. It can easily be remedied when you put your mind and your body into sync. Let me help you. Now just relax...close your eyes and just relax...take a deep breath...now release it...do it again..." She got up off the couch and sat next to me. Her skin touched mine. "Now, let me see your penis. Come on, pick up your cock and show it to me...," she demanded, "hold it in your hand and show it to me." "But...but..." I was playing shy. "I can't help you if you won't show me your penis. Put all your hangups and your fears on the nightstand and get into the moment, wherever it takes you. This is a fun journey. Let's go. Set aside your inhibitions. I'm here to help. Use this opportunity to be true to yourself. You can do this." I pulled the covers back and exposed my cock. It was lying limp on my thigh and still glistening from the sex we had earlier. "You have a nice cock...a beautiful cock. I'll bet it can get hard for me. Make the big head swell. Take it in your hand and stroke it...that's right, nice and easy...look at me...watch me..." She sat up and opened her legs, her pussy was only a couple of feet away. I could smell her sex, she was ripe. "Can you smell me? That's how much I want your cock...your big cock. It makes my pussy all wet." She ran her finger up her slit and then into her mouth. "I'm wet from watching you...such a big cock...and so hard in your hand...you have a beautiful cock...so thick...look how hard you're getting...for me." I idly stroked myself. "Would you like to see what you are doing to me with that big cock?" She ran her finger up her slit and place the finger in my mouth. She squeezed her breasts and her nipples popped up and out. "See how my tits like you...my nipples are hard for you..." I was now stroking with a goal in mind. She moved closer to me. I could feel her breath on me. She whispered, "Your cock is so hard...I want to see you squirt...squirt all over me, all over my tits..." I stroked harder and felt my orgasm rising. I had that look. "Stop!" She said. "Take your hand away." I did as she requested and she re-positioned herself between my legs. She wrapped my cock in her cleavage and started to fuck me with her tits. "Watch me. See how my body is reacting to you. See how my tits love your hard cock. Fuck my tits." I started to slide between those C-cup beauties. She grabbed the lube and squeezed some into her cleavage. Her tits began to squish and slurp my cock. It was an exquisite sensation. This pleasure went on for a few minutes before I began to speed up. Suddenly, she stopped again. She was edging me. I was so close! Maintaining my role and with mock gravity, I groaned in agony. She got up and mounted me cowgirl style. Our eyes were locked together. She slid all the way down on my cock and squeezed. "Does that feel good?" And she did it again. I rose up to meet her squeeze and it felt like a tight fitting lined glove. As she dropped down, I rose up. We began to fuck this way for a few strokes. She spoke quietly about how she felt and what I was feeling. Her vagina was at once loose and slippery and then tight; snug as bug in a rug. "Can feel how good my pussy feels? Do you feel your balls tighten up?" I grunted. "Good. Good. Fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck..." Suddenly, I exploded within her sugar walls, I came and came and it was a real shooter, too. I arched up and sprayed her insides as she gripped me tight, squeezing it all out. And while I was cumming, she had her eyes closed and was having a very internal orgasm, too. She moaned in a steady rhythm. When she finally peaked, and again, it seemed totally internal, she squealed, held herself during her release and then slowly dismounted. "Good boy...good boy...you can cum. First session over." Slowly, she flopped down on me. Nothing was said. Just quiet. After maybe ten minutes, she said, "I'd make a good sex surrogate, don't you think?" "Boy, I'll say. I couldn't cum for no money...I tried everything even the vacuum cleaner...but you..." She was laughing and slapping me. "You played your part well. I really got into the role. I was a professional...uh...medical cunt. I had fun." "I had fun, too. And for a third orgasm, it wasn't bad!" "I think we could cum all day." "You know, I once had a girlfriend. She was a nurse at Mather. She was bisexual, too. And black. And gorgeous. And married." "So?" "So my question is: Are all medical cunts so hot? Are you all freaky?" "Some of us...the lucky ones." She smiled wide. "Thanks for the compliment." "So now that we knew that we're a little freaky, what now?" "Well first, I have to go back and resume my life." "No, I mean, is there anything you want us to do, maybe next time we meet." "Oooh, let me think." She pondered for a moment. "I have people I know that would like this. I'm thinking of a bi-nurse and a bi-intern...maybe I could ask them to join us. Or maybe you can just fuck me again. I don't know what my whim is yet. I'll have to think about it." "Maybe we could make a home movie. You know, invite a few people with the intention of making you the star and the center of attention. You can end up with your hands in concrete in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard." "What a delectable thought. I like that." "I thought you would." "But now I want you to eat my cunt. Suck all your cum out of it and feed it to me. Make me cum once more. And then I have to split, my shift starts in an hour and half." She moved against the headboard and spread her damp legs. "I want to watch you." I moved slowly like a panther coming up on his prey. She was spread wide for me as I licked my lips. Her clit was peeking out from under its hood, it was wet and shiny and it looked like a perfect pearl. I single droplet of my cum oozed from her hole, it looked so sexy. Oh, do I love clam pie. Sigh. I took one long slurp from her pucker along and up to her fucker. I encompassed her entire vagina within my lips and circled her clit with my tongue. I moved down and entered her canal. With a sucking and slurping action, I was coaxing my cum out of her. She let out a little pussy fart and it released a flood of cum into my mouth. I held it my mouth as globs and globs of cum and pussy juice ran along my chin. Then I scooted up to her mouth and we tenderly shared the snowball. "Mmmm. We taste good." She cleaned my palate by swirling her tongue around and licking up my chin. I scooted right back down and went back to my favorite repast. I loved that this woman had a healthy appetite for sex and had an unbounded energy for it. Also, that she had such a sweet tasting vagina. I was glad to attempt to satiate her. It was my goal. But right at that moment, I was worshiping her vagina the best way I knew. My tongue traced her long, narrow slit and noodled around her large and prominent clit. She was responding the way I knew she would, by moaning, trembling and pushing her cunt into my face. My face was soaked with her copious nectar. I dripped her sex. Her scent had more of a musk to it this time around and was more powerful. It seemed that this time, we weren't fooling around. This time was for real. She spread her legs wider and pushed her mound into my mouth. I snaked my tongue into her canal and licked the walls. She squeezed her muscles around my tongue and groaned. I replaced my tongue with two fingers and rubbed her g-spot, sending her into more muscle squeezes. I worked my lips around her clit and gently sucked and nibbled at it. She clawed the sheets and arched her mons up at me. I did this a few times until she began to buck and alternatively, push against me. Her orgasm was rising and my aim was to help her reach it. She let out a yell and began to wail. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...oh yes...don't stop...don't..." Why would I stop? I was loving this, too. She cried out, "Put your cock in me. Fuck me hard." In a flash, I stood and stabbed my cock into her in one wet and soppy stroke. I slid up to the hilt and pressed myself up into her. I slowly withdrew and did it again, each time becoming more forceful that my balls were slapping her ass. She groaned again and we commenced to hard, noisy fucking. I mean real noisy. "Uuuuh, uuuuh, uuuuh..." With each stroke, she became louder and I became more forceful. "Oh...ooooh..." She began to piston back and forth, faster and faster. I was trying to hang on and stay with her but it was difficult. Also, the friction on my dick was bringing me up to climax as well. She pushed up against me and I felt her flooding my cock with her natural lubrication. I felt her squeeze me a couple of times and then her vagina loosened, her walls pulsed and she began to cum. "Faster...I'm coming...cu-coming...oooooooo...YES! YES!" Well that did the trick as I began to spray her insides like a fire hose. Whatever was left in my balls found its way out, that's for sure. I fired about three volleys and then lost all control and shot two more. She seemed to collapse under me and I fell on her. We huffed and panted for a couple of minutes and then rested for a few more. My limp hose fell out of her. We were laying in a pool of our cum and not caring. Finally, she looked at me and said, "My pussy is done for the day. That last fuck was so good but it drained all the cum from me. I can't move." "I'm done, too. I think I have track marks on my dick." "I feel like I'm covered in cum. I'm all sticky. I feel oogy." "Oogy, huh? How 'bout we take a shower. Then we'll step out in the sun. Good idea?" "Sure. Just as soon as I can move." "I know what you mean." We lay there on the bed feeling very satisfied. "We fuck good, don't we?" she said. "We fuck like we were meant to fuck. We fit together well." Somebody's Got To Do It Pt. 02 Thanks for reading Part 1 and your nice comments. ***** "Hi guys. What's up?" "We were up at the marina checking on the boat and we were in the neighborhood so we thought we would drop by. Obviously, we came too late for the party. Looks like you were dipping the wick, you look worse for wear." "Yeah, I was just fuckin' my best fuck-buddy and it was fuckin' fantastic." "Who? Who?" "My lips are sealed. It's very discreet, you know. She has a husband." "Come on, tell me," Casey pressed. "Do I know her?" "Mum's the word, Case. I ain't sayin'." "Oh bummer. Can you tell us what's she like in bed?" "Very uninhibited. Sex hungry. Can suck the rings off Saturn. A good wrestler, too. Like you, Casey." That brought a laugh. "She can't hold a candle to me." "...especially if the candle is up her butt!" Terry interjected. More laughter. "So let me ask you, can you get it up!" "Can't hurt to try...anyway, my jaw still works! It's a little sore but I can manage." "That's the spirit I like." We sat around in the living room shooting the shit. Casey was passing along the latest gossip. Sipping a bottle of vino that Terry uncorked, smoking a doober that Casey rolled and eating chips that I bought. And laughing. Sitting around nude was nothing unusual for us. We'd been friends and fuck-buddies for years. When I got divorced and was in a deep funk, it was Terry and Casey that brought me around. They are both very good-looking and while Casey had two children, her body is as fit as a twenty-year-old. Terry is in very good shape, too, given all his exercising. "When are you going to come to the gym with me, Ray?" "When there are snowball fights in Key West, my friend. What do I need to go to the gym when the trainers come to me? You think I could duplicate the exercise I just got? Are you nuts?" "Yeah, Terry, what does he need to work out? He gets his work out from the steady stream of booty calls that pass through this house." "it ain't like that. Come on, Casey, give a guy a break." "Look at your dick! It's limp, chapped and sore and with track marks!" "Yeah, ain't it grand!" "It needs some TLC, I think." Terry got up and strolled to the bathroom where she got some washcloths and baby oil. "I'll fix you up." He wrapped the warm and wet washcloth around my cock and let it lay there. "How's that feel?" "You know it feels great." "Let it sit for a few minutes." "So let me tell you about a great encounter that we had this past weekend." Casey began to relate (and roll a joint at the same time. She rolls 'em good.) "So, after our little buoy cruise, we took a drive over to Max's Farm to get some eggs and we bumped into Phil and Sherry Walters, you know that prissy, uppity couple that goes to every benefit?" "They have that big Viking in the marina?" "Yeah, right." Casey passed the doob to Terry. Terry passed it to me. "Well, they were anchored off Darby Beach and we passed them on our way out. They were on the stern deck and fucking like crazy. We were close enough to hear her screaming." "I took out my binoculars and let me tell you, they are way out of shape! Anyway, he must have seen me or something because they got spooked and ran inside." "We were laughing pretty hard so it was interesting when we bumped into them. She looked like a storm had hit her but still she was snooty. So, you know me, Miss Big Mouth, I asked her how she liked her little cruise. She looked at me like I dropped the bomb. I told her that we saw them fucking and that they should not have gotten spooked but instead had finished the job. I told her that it looked and sounded like she was having fun. Well, she turned bright red and ran off to Phil. They both took off after that." "I swear, Casey has no internal editing machine," laughed Terry. "She loves to take down pompous people." "harumph...like she's better than me. Fat chance." "But did she have a nice body?" "Nah. I'm about her age and my body is a million times better. How about we stop talking and you boys talk care of me? Waddya say?" "I have to confess that I don't know if I can get it up. My last visitor and I really had a workout." I picked my washcloth-covered cock and gave it a little shake. It was dead. "My luck! I've got two men and one is out of commission! What is this?" "I have an idea. Why don't you sit down on my face and suck on your husband?" "It'll do. It's not what I had in mind but," she laughed, "I'm flexible!" I lay down on the floor atop a shag rug. Casey stood above me and surveyed the terrain. I looked up and saw that sweet small ass and that long slit. I always loved her cunt with its long and sensual lips covering another pair of puffy lips and a pearl underneath. Her clit was like a pencil stub in size, almost like a small throbbing penis. She took her time squatting over me, allowing me to gaze into her hole. I began to move my jaw around and do theatrical vocalizations. "Just getting prepared!" She sat down on my face. "That'll shut you up!" One thing I loved about this woman is that she knows how to maximize her pleasure. Her crotch directed the play, moving around, wiggling, sliding, grinding and nestling on my lips, my nose, my tongue and my chin. I was in a total vaginal environment, a sort of sensory overload, and needless to say, I loved it. "Yeah, Ray. Eat me. All of me. Come here, Terry." I could hear her making loud sucking sounds and grunts. I couldn't see because pussy juice was coating my eyes. After a few minutes of this, I began to feel sucking on my limpness. I felt a bit sore, too. I don't know who it was but it was doing the trick, making me hard again. Casey was now rocking hard on my face. I grabbed hold of her ass and began to control her friskiness. I had her entire clit between my lips and I was licking it with the tip of my tongue. Each time I flicked it, she would bounce. She changed her position, stretching out over my face, legs wide, and face on my stomach. Now there were two tongues on my cock. Does this pair like cock! I began to feel a tiredness come over me, like I hadn't recovered from my last fuck long enough. I needed my second wind and I needed it now. I really wanted to take advantage of the dripping snatch on my face and the multi-mouth pleasure on my sore, sore dick. Suddenly, I felt like it was a job. "No," I thought, "Erase these thoughts! Be in the moment! Be here now!" I began to repeat this as a mantra in my head. My body relaxed and I suddenly felt languid, lazy and utterly sensual. I began to pay attention a bit more to what was going on around and to me. I was "being here" and it was working. I began to rock my hips as they took turns deep-throating me. She pressed her clit down causing my nose to press into her love canal. I couldn't smell her scent as she soaked me and juices dripped over my face. I flattened my tongue causing her to spasm. She was starting to come as she surfed my face while pressing down harder. I took a finger and began to rub her asshole. Just that simple caress hurled her into an orgasm. She lifted her cunt and sprayed her orgasm over me. Her orgasm is always a show-stopper when she squirts. Powerful blasts of clear vaginal fluid shot from her canal. I drank what I could but I was awash in pussy. It was delicious. She slowly laid back down on my face. There had been no action on my cock for a few minutes (which was just as well) when I heard Casey say, "Come on me. Come on my face, honey." I heard Terry stroking hard and moaning. I felt his cum fall on my thighs. Another spurt must have hit Casey. Another shot landed on my crotch. I could hear him jerking and panting. He gave one good grunt and shot one more rope. Casey squealed, "Good shot, honey!" with a full mouth. And then he collapsed. We lay there in a motionless heap. Eventually, they got up and hit the bathroom, dressed and made their way back to the living room. "We hate to fuck and run, Ray, but we've got to pick up some things in town...and it's getting late. Bye." Just like that. Gone. They must have come by on a blow-and-go whim. Good thing I was home. I never moved from the couch, I never said a word, never even waved goodbye, I was just kind of limp. My get-up-and-go got-up-and-went. "No," I thought, "I have something to do first." I shook myself out of my malaise and stood up. I did some stretches but I felt twinges of soreness all over my body. It was coming on evening and I felt that a nice night in front of the tube would be good for me. I had a couple of joints rolled. I grabbed one and heading out to the deck where my hot tub was still on. I flipped the bubbler on and slowly slid in. This is what I had to do. Instantaneously, I felt better. I loved the bubbles and jets. I toked up and turned my body so that one jet was shooting water up my butt and along my balls. Oh, man, did this feel good. I did this for a few minutes and turned around so that the jet surge caressed my cock. Oh, man, did this feel good. Finally, I settled back onto the seat and renewed my limpness. Why was I so tired? Well, let me see...there was Cynthia hiding from her husband during the day and then a late night visit from Judy and Ben...she's insatiable. Then I got up early and wrote for two hours...that can be very exhausting. Then I spent the afternoon with my hot nurse and it was well worth it. I thought I was fucked out after that, and I was when Terry and Casey stopped. Upon quick reflection, it was easy to see why I was so physically flaccid. I'd been in the tub far too long or maybe it just seemed like that because I was stoned. I pulled myself up and felt the cool air on my body. I felt rejuvenated. Still a bit sore but rejuvenated. I dried myself off and sat down to enjoy the sensation. I lit the joint and took a long drag...ah...and then the phone rang. "Hey Ray, whatcha' doin'? It's Rudy and I'm in a bind. My keyboard player was in a car accident. Wanna play tonight at the Driftwood? Two sets, about forty-five minutes each. Fifty bucks a set. Waddya say?" "Sure, Rudy. What time? "First set is at nine. They've got a B-3 on stage, you know, so you just have to show up. I got lead sheets if you need 'em." "I'll see you then." Cool. I could use a few hours of playing music. A little rock, a little blues, a little r&b, some oldies... I had an two hours to kill so I sat down at my piano and played some stoned scales. Yeah, I felt pretty good. I must have slept for a while. Lazy and slow, I washed my face, dressed in my stagewear and headed for The Driftwood, a funky roadhouse on the turnpike. I got there just as Rudy and the other guys pulled in. I knew them all and we greeted each other warmly. Apparently, the keyboard played was pretty messed up in the accident and so, temporarily, Rudy needed a keyboard player. I was noncommittal. I had no desire to drag equipment around...and he had a small tour coming. No, sitting in was cool for me and that's all. The gig was fun. The crowd was real good for a Friday night. They were packed in, dancing and having a good time. Also, the beer was flowing much to the appreciation of the club owner. Rudy is a really good bandleader. Sometimes, he plays little tricks on the musicians just to keep us sharp. At one point, he turned to me and said "Wanderer. In B flat." He kicked it in and we started to play. I quickly realized that I had the middle solo and so I started looking around the keys for the notes. When the solo came, Rudy turned to me and smiled. "You're on." My hands ran up the keyboard and I nailed that iconic solo. I even played it twice! Rudy was beaming and the song exploded. The excitement level in the room vaulted up to a new level. Beer bottles began to line the stage lip as tributes from the audience. When the song came to an end and the crowd erupted, I left the keyboard and began distributing beer bottles to my bandmates and to the crowd to great applause. I passed a beer over to one very hot babe who was dancing in front of the stage. I'd noticed her when I was playing. Rather, I'd noticed her unbridled tits shaking up a storm. When she took the bottle, she passed my a slip of paper that I carefully palmed. Back at the keyboard, it was "96 Tears", a song I could play with my eyes closed. I opened the note and read "Elaine" and her phone number. I smiled and nodded to her. She gave me a big smile and shook her chest at me. The set ended with "Tumbling Dice" and it was time for a twenty-minute break. I was soaking wet. I must lose five pounds when I perform. I walked out back to feel the cool night seaside air and have a smoke. The other guys were already there and passing a joint around. I passed and slowly drank my tea with honey, the only thing I drink when I play. Elaine made her way through the crowd and cornered me. "So you're Ray. Gabby used to talk about you all the time." "You know Gabby? How is she? I haven't seen her in a long time." "Oh, she flew out to L.A. and will be living there for a while. She got a part in a TV series for HBO." "Nice! Good luck to her! She's been waiting a long time for a break." "She used to tell me all about you." "Uh-oh. My reputation precedes me." "Don't worry. It's all good." "Whew! So what did she say?" "She said that you were a great lover. You took her places..." "But she and I parted badly..." I interjected. "Well, that's Gabby, you know. Everything is so dramatic. I mean, she is an actress. Don't take it to heart." I thought about that. "I have good memories of her but she did know how to emote, that for sure. Suddenly, Rudy yelled, "Break's up. Let's rock and roll!" I said goodbye to Elaine who started to say something but held back. The second set was even better. The beer had its effect and the crowd was looser. We were having fun on stage playing to each other. Elaine was at the stage lip again. She was smiling, happy and bouncing those beautiful tits around. I always had a sense that she was watching me, it was a little strange but when you're onstage you can feel all the eyes in the room. Finally, Rudy set up the final number with his favorite closer, "Whipping Post", a tune sure to fire up the crowd for one last time. As we played, we were letter perfect to the Allman Brothers. We dragged out the end, "Sometimes I feel...sometimes I feel...sometimes I'm feel like I'm tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post..." The crowd went nuts and we exited the stage. It was a good time and I felt that deep inner satisfaction I get from playing music. The rest of the group felt the same way. There is a camaraderie among musicians especially when the musicians are firmly in the pocket. And we were. Rudy tried to get me to commit to his band but it wasn't to be. I told him that I'd sit in with him - locally - any time but there was no going on the road for me. He finally let me alone about it. He handed me one hundred and fifty buck and said that the owner had a record night in beer sales. Since I had no gear, I turned to go to my car happy and cash flush. I hadn't seen Elaine after the show. I figured that she went home and, considering my stamina, that was good thing. But as I walked to my car, I heard her call my name. She came running up to me. "So what are you doing now? Want to come up to the diner with me and some friends?" "No, Elaine. I'm going to go home and decompress. It's a part of my ritual. Thanks for the invite and your number, I'll call you." "Oh. I don't want the night to end. Do you need someone to decompress with? I'll go home with you." Geez. How do I tell this maximum young babacious beauty with spectacular tits that I'm fucked out and crapped out. I can't. I just can't do that. I never have and I won't start now. It goes against my code. Period. "Sure, if you want to. I have to describe my ritual to you though in case you want to change your mind." "No way. Gabby gave you a top rating. You can tell me in the car." Oy! Now let me tell you why I couldn't turn her down. First off, I figured she was in her early thirties. I was probably almost twice her age. Too tempting. Clearly, this was some low-hanging fruit I had to taste. Opportunity doesn't knock that often. Next, she had an incredible body with fantastic boobs, so lush and you know, bosomy. Her nipples, protruding against her shirt, pretty much sealed the deal with impressions of silver-dollar areolas. I consciously prevented myself from drooling. It might have spoiled the mood. But when I noticed her little tongue-button and I knew I had to have that on my dick. How could I say no? Like John Hiatt says, "I'm so easily led when the little head does the thinkin'." "Hop in." Driving the fifteen minutes to my house, I said, "I hope I don't disappoint you but I really am physically beat. I get this way after a show. I feel drained. I like to go home, roll up a thick one and slide into my hot tub. Then I fall out." "It doesn't sound too exciting but I'm happy to be with you. I've wanted to meet you after all the talks I had with Gabby, I'm very excited." "So what did she say?" "She said that you were a great guy basically and that the best thing that ever happened to you was your divorce. She said that you are a very creative person and bring out the creativity in others." "Well, don't believe everything you hear. I liked Gabby but I couldn't handle the drama. I don't think we parted all that well. I seemed like a scene from a show." "She was sorry about that. She understood her penchant for drama and she never held it against you. But, she can be pretty high-strung." "That doesn't work for me." We pulled into my long driveway up to the house and scrambled inside. I'm not used to not carrying my gear home. That's a real blessing on my back. I ushered her into the kitchen and offered her some wine but she opted for iced tea. I poured wine for myself as she walked around my house and looked at my stuff. I made myself busy by rolling a thick one. I then walked out and turned on the hot tub. Elaine joined me on the deck. We sat under a cloudless starry sky and toked up. "It's beautiful here. You have a nice house." "Thank you." "And all that interesting art and music all over the room. It's very "you" and it says a lot." "This is my oasis. A civilized place in an uncivilized world. The tub must be hot now, I have to unstiffen my muscles." "Here, let me help." Elaine leaned over and gently kissed me. As she smooched, she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I let her strip me of my sweaty stageclothes as she attended to me not unlike a geisha. She undid my sneakers. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. I lifted my ass to slide my pants off. She pulled me to a standing position, put her fingers on my drawers and pulled them down. I heard her sigh. She passed me the joint and led me into my tub where the hot bubbling jets did their thing. Instantly, I unwound. Standing on the deck opposite me, Elaine started to strip. First she pulled her blouse off exposing her girls to the night air. I was right about those nipples. Her tits were great but these were the star attractions. Next, she stepped out of her sandals and wiggled out of her skin-tight pants. She stood in front of me in a black lace thong that gleamed with a transparent wet spot. She turned around and bent down exposing her tiny ass, the string hidden between her cheeks. I felt a stirring. She pulled the thong down and rolled the string over her cheeks and down her legs. Her pucker and her mound were so tempting. Finally, she turned around, her pussy bare and puffy. She had an hourglass body with a heart-shaped ass. Slowly, she slipped into the tub next to me. "Nice show." I said. "Shhh. Let me take care of you." She gently curled into my side. "Shhh. Close your eyes...relax." She ran a hand lightly along my body. The bubbler jets were putting me in a very good place. My mind began to empty itself from all random thoughts (even music!). I wasn't asleep but clearly I had drifted to another place. Somebody's Got To Do It Pt. 02 After (I think) a few minutes, my consciousness rose back into the living. Elaine was rubbing her body on mine. I felt her breasts mash into me and then just her nipples travel down to my crotch where my stiffie was becoming prominent. She didn't know I was conscious but the next time her breasts were on my chest, I reached under her and lifted her onto my cock. She realized what I was up to and slid on gracefully. "Ohhh...that feels so good." I love to hear a woman coo. "I thought you might be asleep but even if you were asleep, I was going to fuck you. This is much better." I felt my balls slap her ass and I held still. "Yes. This is much better." We proceeded to rock for a few minutes. "Come. Lets go inside. That was just a lagniappe." An owl hooted in the distance, clear through the stillness of the night. We went inside, toweled each other off and ran to the bedroom. I tossed her on the bed and threw myself between her legs. All of her plethora of charms was open to me. "I want you to fuck me, Ray. I'm so horny for you." "In good time, Elaine." My head swooped down to her beautiful mound and I took a long slurp from her asshole up to her clit. She arched up. I did it again. She arched and groaned. I did it once more and her vagina opened up to me. The canal was yawning at me and so I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. She pushed her pussy into me and shuddered. I began to suck on her clit with little butterfly strokes until I felt her shudder again and have a small orgasm, more like a hiccup. I got up on my hands and knees and poked my cock against her hole, sliding the head in and then out to rub over her clit. I did this a few times until I slid in to the warm envelop of her sweetest charm. She rocked up and back on it, sliding out and pumping in but our movements were hardly frantic. This was a slow dance, every movement to savor. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me deeper. When she engulfed my full length, she backed off a little and drew it in again. I could feel the slight pain from my raw skin on my penis but it didn't feel too bad. It was an extra fillip. I felt her motions and synched up with her. She became more insistent and so I backed off more and made the strokes longer. She was cumming. Right on the edge. I tried to hold her there for as long as I could but indeed, I could not stop her. "Cum with me, Ray. Cum in me." She arched, squealed and began to pinch her muscles. She was cumming and drawing my cum as well. I could not hold back to this exquisite sensation and I sprayed my cum along her walls. She squealed again and cried out, "Oh yeah...yeah...oh God...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." We vibrated against each other and tried to catch our breath. Eventually, we settled down. I was surprised by the amount of sweat we had generated. I pulled the covers up. "Wow. That's the first time I ever came at the same time with a partner. I usually can't cum that way. I have to have my clit stimulated and licked. That was a first for me and it was great. Gol-lee, was Gabby right about you." "Hmmm," was all that I could utter. I was asleep in her arms. Sometime in the morning as the sun was just breaking, I got up to take a piss. I noticed that the bed was empty. After my piss, I stumbled around the house looking for her. I found a note by the kitchen coffee. I let myself out. I had a wonderful time although next time I want to have you at full capacity. Not that there was anything wrong, it's just that the thought is mind-boggling. I owe Gabby big time. I will call you later. Elaine. I like that. A girl that gets up and leaves. I stumbled my way back to bed and slept the morning away. The smartphone's incessant ringtone woke me. I waited for it to go to voicemail. Even then I didn't move. I felt a little sore all over but that was to be expected from last night's gig. You really expend a lot of adreneline-charged energy that you pay for more dearly as you age. I lay there and thought about Elaine and my too-sensitive-to-touch dick. Yeah, I lay there and thought about that. I pushed myself and grunted. I reached for the phone and checked messages. There was one from Rudy, probably about the gig. There was one from my agent, probably looking for some product, in both the conventional and other ways. There was one from Elaine and one from Gabby, that big mouth. Hey baby. I hear you did my gf right. I knew you would. Do me a favor, do her again. And save room for me. Love ya, G Next I listened to Elaine's message. Her voice was not as dramatic as Gabby's...no, I could hear her youthful enthusiasm through the phone. I hope you're awake and feeling ok. I was worried I killed you. Please call me to let me know you're okay? Anyway, I thought last night was memorable and I'm more than willing to play with you any time you want to play. I can be a little freaky, too, but we can talk about that later. Maybe you want to go to dinner tonight? My treat. Anyway call me. I looked at the time. 10:40. I decided to take a shower, have my coffee and then make my phone calls. I had to think about this. The pounding water felt great and shook away nearly all external traces of sex and sleep. My head, on the other hand, was running a mile a minute. Did I need another girlfriend right now? Maybe she was too possessive. She was young, too. Could I even handle it? What is the legal limit and do I have to throw them back? Weighty thoughts were in my coffee, too. I listened to my agent tell me he would send me specs on a new job and to call him like yesterday and she really had some great body and what a tight snatch and I'd better pour myself another cup. Did I have things I had to do today? No, it was the weekend. I took a deep breath and called Elaine. "Well, hi sleepyhead." "I feel refreshed now. I could go another round now...I mean, play another set..." "I know very well what you meant...and I like it. I can't talk right now, I have a client coming but can you meet me at seven at Favorita?" "I'll see you there." "Bye...later...I can't wait...I'm wet already..." "Bye, Elaine." Did I need this? Could I handle this? What's the saying, "When it rains, it pours..."? Well, I had eight hours until dinner. I wouldn't mind if this lifestyle eased up just a little bit. I don't have flood insurance. The story continues... Somebody's Got To Do It Pt. 03 I shouldn't bitch. I really have nothing to bitch about. I'm just feeling a little exhausted, and rightly so. I'm burning my candle from both ends and so my dick is sore and my ass is killing me. Like my Dad always said...nah, screw my old man, he didn't know anything. I couldn't resist Elaine. The goat horns sprung from my head. I couldn't help it. Call it hormones. Anyway, she was a hot girl with a super-lush body that wouldn't quit. I was glad that with only a small percentage of stamina left in me, I gave her a jolly good orgasm. But now, I'm paying for all the sex that is falling down on me like a mid-January blizzard. So what if I have sex with someone different every day of the week? It means absolutely nothing. So what if I'm fucking women younger than my daughters? To me, that's a blessing. Nothing against women my age, I'm just sayin'. Maybe I'm selfish but the fact is that I want to go like Rockefeller. In the saddle. But meanwhile, I have all day until I meet Elaine for dinner at Favorita, which is just ten minutes away. I should get to work. I spent the next three hours updating some clients, taking their calls, making new deals and just letting my ear get warm next to the phone. I swear, sometimes I feel like an overpaid shrink listening to all their nonsense. But that's part of the job and I learned that many years ago. Now I just listen while the clock ticks and bill them for consultation time. And they pay me. Why, you ask? You see, the thing is, I always deliver. I'm worth every penny I earn. I was just finishing up some odds and ends when the doorbell rang. I saved my work and got up to answer. The bell rang again as I opened the door. It was two Jehovah's Witnesses and they started right in on their pitch. "Excuse me, let me go get my husband. He'll want to hear this, too. I'll be right back." I closed the door and watched out the front window as they ran down the driveway toward the road. I smiled and went back to finish up. A little later, when I was cleaning and straightening my home, the phone rang. "Can I see you today?" was all she said. It was my married nurse. I got a stiffy when I heard her voice. "I have to meet someone at a restaurant at seven. What time were you thinking?" "Like right now, like maybe a quickie. I have a two-hour window. Also I want to ask you something." "Come over now." I could handle a quickie if I coated my dick with aloe cream. I was on the deck watching a small herd of deer wending through the woods when she pulled up. "I'm back here", I shouted. As she walked from her car to the deck steps, she was stripping off her nurse's uniform. "I got here as quickly as I good. I need you now." In just her bra and panties, she attacked me. I let her. I felt that I was there for her amusement. No, make that her relief. I was a fire hydrant, idly minding my business when the dog lifted her leg and rained golden showers. She was ripping at my tee-shirt so I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom. I stripped down quickly. "What do you want. Tell me." "I want you to make me cum. Maybe I'm being selfish. Maybe I could have rubbed one out because I can't stop thinking about how much fun we had the other day. I want you to make me cum again. Hard." "Okay. You asked for it." I pushed her back on the bed. "Take off your bra." With one swift movement, she did. "Now play with your tits. Pinch your nipples for me." "Come on. Stop playing with me. Fuck me already." "I'll fuck you when I want to, so shut up." I ripped her panties off. She gasped. "Is this what you want?" I jabbed a finger into her vagina. She gasped again. "We have this arrangement a little skewed, I'd say. You don't call me and command me to make you cum! We're lovers, not master and commander." "I'm sorry, Ray. I thought you would dig my role-play. I was feeling a bit frisky because I got this great offer and I wanted to tell you about it." "Yeah, well not now. I have a job to do." I still sounded mean. I wanted to turn the tables on her. I opened my night-table drawer and pulled out some long scarves. "What's that for?" "For this, my dear." I wrapped one around her hand and tied it to the bedpost. "Oh." "Do you trust me?" "Yes." I tied her arms and legs so that she was spreadeagled. Her pussy was throbbing and maybe even writhing. "So let me take a close up look at the problem." I crawled between her legs and sniffed. Her sopping vulva was rife. She been in this state for quite awhile. "Aha!" "Fuck me already!" "Okay, that's it. I've had enough." I took another scarf, balled it up and shoved it in her mouth. "I told you, bitch, that I would fuck your cunt when I'm good and ready." She actually had a look of fear scrawled across her face. She loved it. "Now, back to that dripping cum-bucket." I bent down and took a swipe. "Hmmm. Tasty." I began to lick all over her crotch. Her taint, her ass, her asshole, all were available and open. I crawled around to get face deep into her. My semi-hard cock rubbed over her tits while I stabbed her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was rocking her hips so I moved into her hole and licked around the insides for a while. My cock was stiffening while I tit fucked her. I put two fingers into her and started rubbing her g-spot with a crooked finger. She arched her back. I blew on her clit as I separated the lips. She arched again. I began to work on her clit. Carefully I lapped around it. Occasionally I sucked it between my lips and went down on it. She was rocking steadily as I felt her body's first shudder. It was easy to make this woman cum. I began to whip my tongue back and forth in concentrated flicks. She was cumming and cumming fast. She moaned through the gag. When I felt her close to the point of no return, I got off her and quickly spun around. I aimed my cock at her quivering cunt and speared her in one thrust. I pulled the gag from her mouth. "Oh fuck! Yeah. Fuck me." That's precisely what I did although I put up with some discomfort as both my penis and my jaw could use a tropical resort vacation. I felt her arch again. She let out a scream and began to pulse. It's a good thing she was tied down because all that energy seemed to channel down to her yoni...that's it, it was a yoga position! As I was clearing her chakras; her yoni was vacuuming them out and turning them to positive energy. There was a whole lot of positive energy bouncing through her body. I was just the valve. She was cumming hard and I held on dearly for the ride. "Oh...oh-oh-oh...uh-uh...Holy fuck...ayieeeeeeeee." Like it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings, in this case, the banshee wailed. And wail she did. I continued fucking her as she started to come down and slowly, I slid out. She was panting. I untied her and she drew fer legs together. "Now that's what I was talking about...and I still have an hour left...to make you cum." "No, that's okay. I'm good." "But you haven't cum." "No, that's okay. I'm resting him. Little Ray needs a break." "Well, okay then. I hadn't realized Little Ray was so busy. Little Ray will have to wait." She got up laughing and headed to the bathroom picking up her clothes on the way. "You can keep the panties, Ray. They must smell great!" She definitely had a point. As she sat on the john, she said, "Listen, there's something I want to ask you. I thought of you first. Maybe you want to do this..." "Okay. What?" "Wait a minute." "Bring out the aloe cream, will you?" She came out of the bathroom dressed. I was laying on the bed. She flipped me the aloe and I began to spread it around the shaft of my cock. "Let me see that." She inspected me and said, "You'll live. Stay off it until I see you again." We laughed. "Not likely," I said. "So here's the thing. I have an old, old friend at the hospital. He's a doctor and we've worked together for years. He's a sweet, good-natured guy. He's recently gone through a bad time...since his divorce. He's even taken time off from his practice. Well...so...I was thinking about waking him up and getting him out of his depression. He's got to move on. I decided I was going to give him a mercy fuck - now that's a big thing for me as we've always been friends and never had relations - close, a few times, but no. We've been flirting for years. So I was going to be his Angel of Mercy but then I remembered a conversation we'd had a long, long time ago." "How old is he? I'm trying to get an image in my head." "He's in his late fifties. He was married a long time, nearly thirty years. She was having an affair with his business manager and left him with very little. Not even a goodbye. He says that menopause made her crazy. Yeah, so, he's about six foot, in pretty good shape and handsome. He's very smart, too. Because he has a very good practice, he's building himself back but privately, I think he stashed some assets outside his marriage." "And you've never had sex with him?" "No, never. We've just talked a lot over the years and know each other pretty well. I know he'd die to fuck me. But I don't want him to just fuck me, I want to rattle his cage. I want to blow his mind." "How so?" "As I said, we had a conversation a long time ago...maybe ten years?...we'd worked O.R. for fourteen hours straight and we were beat. We were alone in a hospital lounge and it was the middle of the night. We had a talk where we spoke about our innermost fantasies. He told me that he always wanted a threesome. I laughed and told him that his fantasy was every man's fantasy and I expected more from him. Then he said he meant a threesome with another man. I could tell he was embarrassed and I told him not to be and that maybe he'd get his wish." "So you want me to be the third?" "I can think of no better. You'd make a great third. I want to surprise him and maybe bring back his confidence. Will you do it?" "A noble cause. You want me to suck his cock? Do you want me to fuck him?" "Naturally, I expect you to be your usual uninhibited self but I imagine that he might want to suck yours. And I want to watch. As for fucking him, it's possible. We'll see." "You drive a hard bargain. I accept. When?" "I'll let you know. It will be on my day off. This is great. I had to ask you in person. I knew you would agree." She got up to head back to the hospital. She was all giddy. She gave me a kiss goodbye and took off. I lay on the bed and shook my head in disbelief. What luck I had. I looked over to the clock and saw it was just after four. I closed my eyes and nodded out. About an hour later I woke feeling refreshed. I headed for the shower and proceeded to make myself beautiful. I trimmed my beard down low and shaved my balls and around the base of my cock. I did an application of aloe cream. I got dressed in my favorite laid-back outfit: A pair of old worn Ralph Lauren jeans (I bought when my wife and I separated. I banged her credit card. Fuck her.), a crew-neck tee shirt with a breast pocket, and my favorite well-worn comfortable sneakers. That's all. It was "dressed-up" for me. It was now around six-thirty and I was getting ready to get ready. I checked my email, got none and didn't even get any spam. I rolled a couple of joints and soon rolled out to Favorita. Elaine hadn't arrived by the time I got there so I sauntered up to the bar. "Hey Ray. I heard you and Rudy ripped the roof off The Driftwood." Bruce, the bartender, greeted me. "We had a good time. It was fun. Pulled in a great crowd." "Musta' felt good. What can I get you? The usual?" "That'll work." He poured me a snifter of VSOP and set it front of me. I sipped a little, aerated it in my mouth and then let it slide down my gullet. I smacked my lips a few times. "Ahhhhhh." Sublime. "Buy a girl a drink?" I turned to see Elaine. In the dim lighting of the bar, she looked radiant. She was wearing an outfit that addressed her curves well. Her hourglass waist accented both her magnificent chest and her heart-shaped saddle. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to make her cleavage bring back memories of a slot machine. "What are you drinking?" "Let me have a gin and tonic with Tanq and give me a couple of olives, please." I liked a woman who knew what she wanted. I was surprised. I thought for sure that she would come up with some silly trendy drink. "I like olives," she said. We took our drinks to a small booth in the back. Even in the glow of the neon beer signs hanging in the window, she looked fine. I imagined that I looked like a zombie, but no matter. "I'm sorry I conked out on you last night." "Oh, don't be silly. You were great. Even on autopilot, you were great." "But did I leave you unsatisfied?" "Oh no. I was plenty satisfied. Really, I was. You made me feel wonderful." She continued sotto voce, "in fact, I masturbated twice today thinking about you." I was taken aback. "Well, gee. Thank you." Shellie came by for our order. I ordered fajitas for both of us, some fried plantains and another round. "Last night was terrific for me. I've heard Gabby's stories and I really hoped I would meet you sometime. I didn't know you were going to play with Rudy last night and so I was very surprised. You had me at "One for the money..." I think I fell for you immediately. I decided to throw caution to the winds. So, last night was a real fantasy satisfied. I have to thank you." "I'm very flattered. I don't know what to say?" The food came and we nibbled. "I want to do it with you again. I want to experience some of Gabby's stories. After a night with you, she would tell me all about the scene she'd had. I would rush back to my room and grab my vibrator. I want to do those things with you. That's my fantasy. For you to be my sexual mentor." "Gee, that's a lot to take in. I don't know if this will work out, Elaine. I don't know if I want a full-time girlfriend right now." "Oh, that's okay. I have a long-time boyfriend who works in the city and I don't see that much this time of the year. He doesn't know about this. I want to sow some wild oats before I get married. Is this so wrong?" My mind was sorting this whole thing out, including all my other friends-with-benefits. How could she fit in? How could my dick handle it? I considered the offer. "I could handle a casual acquaintance, no-strings-attached. That could work." I just couldn't resist. "I want to do lots of different things with you. I want you to introduce me to things I've always fantasized about." "Like what, for instance?" "You know, I may look like I get around but the truth is, you were my second man." She let that hang. She could see gobsmack dripping off my chin. "I mean it, it's true. I lived vicariously through my friends but could never get out there...er, make myself available. Gabby was my role model. Independent. Uninhibited. And now that she's gone, I'm doing it. I'm going out a lot and getting hit on a lot and sometimes I like it. Last night, I was trying to avoid this guy when I heard Rudy introduce you. I felt myself get wet instantly. I had to have you. Anyway, that's how it was." I felt good about being this young woman's source of lubrication, in the big sense. I mean, who wouldn't. "So what can I do for you now?" I said, feeling tons of humility. "I want you to take me under your wing. I want you to teach me things. All kinds of things. You asked me what I fantasize about. I fantasize about men, about women, about anal, about total lack of inhibition, like Gabby." "I'll think on it. It's a very inviting offer. I'm thinking of lots of things." She reached under the table and stroked the outline of my now hard stiffy under my jeans. "Ooh. Commando. Me, too." I liked this girl already. "What say I pay the bill and we leave this joint?" "To the hot tub again?" "Maybe." I was in charge now, with my hungry student in tow. I paid the bill and guided her to the back of the restaurant, facing the beach. It was dark now and there was a little chill but the silence was powerful. Under a moonless sky, the sky resembled a planetarium dome. We walked out onto the beach when I turned and pulled her close. She looked at me with anticipation. I bent my head and kissed her like in the movies. I pressed her against me. I could feel her nipples pressing through layers of cloth into my chest. I took her hand, "Follow me." I pulled a joint from my pocket as lit it. She took it from me and toked on it. We walked about fifty yards to the surfer shack, unoccupied at this time of night, and sat down in the beach chairs in front. I took the joint back. "If you're going to be my student, you have to trust me, you know." "I do." She said confidently. "You come with a great rep and street creds. I trust you. Why?" "Don't blow so much smoke up my ass. Seriously, I may ask you to do stuff outside your comfort zone. Nothing to do with pain, I promise you. And no bathroom stuff. Nothing that will hurt you, I promise. If you want, we can have a safe word." "Like what?" "I don't know. Like "Stop!" Stop means stop. Period. Also, I've had a vasectomy so you don't have to worry about any little surprises." "I'm on the pill. What kind of things did you have in mind?" "Like I'm thinking...and this just came up, there's no guarantee, but a girlfriend of mine wants to introduce her friend to a bisexual threesome..." "You want me to be the third woman?" "...him." "Oh." "I'm thinking of making it a bisexual foursome. Interested?" "I'm so fucking wet right now. Jeezus! You're killing me, Ray. Of course, I'm in. Boy, there's no crawl-before-you-walk with you, is there?" "Well, it is an opportunity that just arose. And if you have fantasies, why not satiate them. This isn't high school. This is the big leagues." I pulled her into the shack where we tore into each other like the carnivores we are. We grabbed at each others clothes and were quickly naked. I pinned her against the wall and lifted her hips to meet my erection. I slid easily into her moist snatch. She pushed back against me and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pumped quickly. Several times, we fell away from the wall and I twirled her around on my cock like we were dancing. We were laughing, too, which made it even better. But I couldn't keep it going. With all the stimulation I'd had during the day, I was going to pop. I felt that tingle up my legs and pushed myself until my balls were tickling her taint. I began to orgasm but I wasn't coming. It felt like I was but I wasn't. My knees were shaking and my toes were curling. It was like a phantom cum. Elaine was panting, close to an orgasm but not there yet. I quickly pulled out and dropped her legs to the floor. "Are we done?" She looked disconsolate. "Done? Hell no!" I got down on my knees and lifted her back against the wall with the legs over my shoulders. I began to lick her and she sighed. My hands held her ass cheeks and she was spread wide. I devoured her clit and she was writhing and cooing. She loosened up and I began to feel her dripping on my chin. I lifted her a little and began to drink from her well. Very quenchable. I was getting uncomfortable so I sat down on a stool and had her sit down on me. Facing me, I could suck on that fabulous rack as well as suck face. She got into it immediately and with the feet on the floor, she began to rise and fall like the tide outside. The motion of the ocean and the notion that her devotion to her emotions made me rock in slow-motion. Only a rhyming dictionary could express this so well. She was sweating. She was panting. She was moaning. Her every stroke up was long and slow, her return trip was slower. She was pressed against me skin to skin. Her nipples were like branding irons, searing my chest and staking her claim. The air smelled of the sea and was very still and quiet. Except for us. Somebody's Got To Do It Pt. 03 My left hand found its way to her public bone and I began to rub circles around it until I moved lower and pulled the top of her cleft upwards. With one finger, I tapped at her clit and she responded by increasing her speed and pushing herself into my hand. She whispered in my ear, her gravelly voice shaking, "Oh fuck...you fuck me so good...fuck me so gooooood...ungh...now...don-don-don't stop." I pulled at her lips and pressed my finger against her clit. Her orgasm took over with her squeezing, shaking, and bearing down on me until she popped. I spread her lips apart as wide as I could and let her rub her clit against my trimmed pubes. My cock was drenched in her sauce and I believed she even squirted. We sat clutching each other until she calmed down. I lifted her up and off me. I went straight for her pussy and licked and bathed it clean. Then I stood up and started to get dressed. "But you haven't come yet?" "Who says the night is over? Just a change of venue, that's all. It's getting a little nippy out here." I tweaked a nipple and she giggled. "That was amazing, Ray. I was lost in it." "Let me ask you, when you came, did you squirt?" "Yes. Now that you mention it, I thought I was peeing and too embarrassed to say something, and also cumming...yeah, maybe." "Yeah, you did. It wasn't pee. It felt great from my side." "I never did that before. I guess I can cross that off my list now." We walked out of the shack and headed back to the restaurant. We both noticed a couple sitting on a dune just behind the shack. "Elaine, do you suppose they heard us?" "Heard us? I hope they saw us! We gave them a lesson in quality animal sex!" "Gourmet." We got to my car and I asked her if she wanted to go back to my house. "No, how 'bout we go back to my place. Just follow me." I followed her car into the village, made a right, a left, a right and into a long, gated driveway. Before me was a large stone mansion. I parked behind her under the porte cochere. "This is your place? Amazing! Impressive." "My parent's. They live in Jupiter Beach, Florida and haven't been back here for ten years. I've lived here part-time and from time to time, they had guests and parties. But mostly, it was so my father could make deals on the golf course. Now, they let me live here while I run my store." "So this is where Gabby lived. Hah. She would never take me back to her place. She called it her 'sanctuary'. We walked inside the very grand foyer and I stood transfixed staring at the art work. This was the Antiques Roadshow dream. My eye caught a William Merritt Chase and a Childe Hassam. You could say that I was impressed. Elaine pulled me out of my daze and began to drag me through the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, the television room, and into the bedroom wing. "This place is like a maze. I could look at the art for hours. It's a museum." "But it's not like a mortuary. During the day, this place is lit up by the sun and the view is sensational. I have lots of friends drop by." She looked around and without a note of boastfulness, said, "Not a bad crib for paying no bills and having weekly maid service, I'd say. I'm pretty lucky." By now, we were in the Master Bedroom, a huge space with a fireplace, an eighty-inch television and a king-sized bed. "If this room had a kitchen, you could never leave." "Sometimes. I just lay in bed for hours, especially when it rains." She was slowly disrobing. I followed suit. She pulled me into the bathroom and turned to the 8' x 10' room she called 'the shower'. Under the stream of the warm jets, we washed each other tenderly. When I started to caress her, she pulled away and turned off the water. Handing me a towel, she said, "I'm in charge now. Follow me." I walked back into the bedroom and she waved toward the bed. "Climb in. Let's rock each others world." "That's pretty ambitious. Why not just aim for world-shaking pleasure?" "That's funny," she said, lying on top of me. "You've rocked my world twice now so I don't doubt you'll do it again. Now if only my skills can do you right? Teach me something new." I was in a dreamland, a paradise. Having a women say that to me was a hell of an ego-feed and my little head picked up the thought. My bone was now boning her crotch. "I want to make out with you first. I want to sharpen my skills," she said. I placed my arm around her back and pulled her to me. We began to swap spit immediately. Her lips were full and the way they pressed against my face, I could feel her desire mixed with playfulness as well as need. "Do I kiss well? My boyfriend once told me that I was a lousy kisser." "Fuck him. He was a moron. You kiss great. What did he know?" "Mmmm. I like you more and more." Her mouth enveloped mine and within a few minutes, our tongues danced. We began to writhe a bit. She kissed around my face and nibbled on my ear. I sucked her tongue deeper. Her nipples against my chest were hard and leaving indentations, I swear. I began to kiss her neck and she mine. The heat was certainly rising. Our hands were alternating between rubbing, massaging and grabbing. We began to kiss each other all around our bodies. I frenched her cleavage. She frenched my nipple, pulling at it with her lips. We rolled around never letting our lips leave our bodies. She slid around and began to kiss and suck my ass cheeks. I licked and sucked behind her knee. The sounds of our sex was becoming louder. Her pussy was soaking. It was like the kisses on her lips traveled down to her other set of lips. I took two swipes with my tongue and tasted her tart rubyfruit. Exquisite. They seemed to kiss me back. I got between her legs and lifted one up, pulling it to her shoulder. Then I slid my cock into her honey. "Oof", she said. I slowly began to stroke up and back. I picked up her other leg and motioned to her that I wanted to raise that leg, too. I held her butt and lifted her. Now, her vagina was squeezed upward, her vulva compressed. It looked so sweet, I lapped at it again. And again. Then I slid back in. She felt tighter, her inner walls adhering to my cock. We slowly began a measured rocking, nice and slow and deep. Every now and then, I would lean on her ass and push in to get a little deeper. I could feel her push back and tense up with each push. We kept this up for about ten minutes when her legs got tired. I set them down on the bed and spread her legs. Sliding back in, I just stayed in her and didn't move. We used our inner muscles to fuck. Soon, our rhythm started again but this time, our need was greater. Little movements turned to more vigorous pounding. I would pull back a few inches and she would slam back at me. She would pull back from me and hold her while I slammed into her. We began to buck against each other while maintaining a measured pace. It was extraordinary. Even a simple position in which to have intercourse can become wild fucking in a heartbeat. This wasn't wild fucking though, this was wild and emotional fucking. Elaine began to make little noises and I knew she was getting close. She picked up the pace and squeezed my cock. That was my signal to begin long strokes and deep thrusting. I began to kiss her again but this time the intensity burned. Horizontally above her and vertically in her, we rocked attempting to reach a third plane. I knew I couldn't keep it up much longer as my balls began their telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Fortunately, I did not need to hold my orgasm back because Elaine was gushing with sweet, sweet nectar. She began to make guttural noises as we held each other tight, mouth to mouth. She began to thrash but I held her down and continued my measured strokes. She cried out and her hips started to bounce against me quickly. I held on without losing my beat. She was making gurgling sounds now as I drove in. Long and deep. Long and deep. Long and deep. That mantra played in my head. Suddenly, she was cumming. She cried out as her body reverberated. She was pushing her pussy up and swallowing as much of me that she could. I could not hold out any longer and I began to spray her bowels. Both of us stiffened as volley after volley shot from my cock. The warmth of her liquid enveloping me felt like the tide coming in. She was crying out with a combination of joy and satisfaction. Our orgasm peaked and then descended as we stayed horizontal, bathed in sweat. We lay like this for maybe ten minutes when she rolled me off her. Looking at me with admiration, I felt very good. She smiled and caressed my face. "Even straight, everyday fucking is special with you. That was such a good orgasm, right down to my toes. But I felt something extra there, I don't know, it was a very emotional cum. I feel so good now." "Even a good-old fuck can be be special. I felt it, too. We were in the same zone." We stayed like that for a while, moon-eyed and silent. Finally, she said, "So tell me what I expect from our date with your nurse friend next week." I told her what I was told and let her fill in the blanks. "So, you and her friend are really going to suck each others cock? That is something I really, really want to see. I have lots of gay friends and like, I've seen them kiss and all, but actually sucking cock? Oh my God, I'll be jerking off to that image all week. Will you fuck him, too?" "I don't know. Maybe, we'll see." "Do you think that there is a possibility for some lesbian action?" "I assume that you two won't be able to keep your hands off each other." "Oh goody. I can't wait. I'm going to kill two birds with one stone." "I have a feeling you'll do more than that." "Oh, God, Ray. You are the best. I can't wait to brag to Gabby." "Well, don't leave out anything. But listen, Gabby never got the full Ray. I mean , we played and had a few threesomes but it was never great from my side. She was always too removed form the moment, like she was an observer. It was the actress in her, studying people. Now you, my dear, on the other hand..." I turned in the big bed and shoved my face into her cunt. She sighed and took the head of my cock in her mouth licking off her juices. "Oh, man...you are the best." My cock stood proud in her mouth. To be continued... Somebody's Got To Do It "I'll say." We slowly struggled up off the bed. I went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. When it heated up, I stepped into the shower. When I moved to close the sliding stall door, she stepped into it. I looked over her body and she was right, she was oogy. She was all covered in sweat, cum and every other secretion that comes with the species. I stepped aside so she could get under the shower head. The water streamed over her as she stood motionless. Her pussy was weeping cum so I got down on my knees and began to love her orally. She spread her legs. "Go easy on me. My cunt just had a workout." "Unngh.." My mouth was filled with a glob of cum she belched into it. Also, the water from the shower was beating down on my face. When I cleaned her out, I stood back up. "That felt nice, thank you. Now it's my turn." She took the bar of soap and began to wash me down. She ran the soap down my ass crack and ran a finger into my pucker. She tweaked it and turned my around to soap up my crotch. "Yes, I see some claw marks on your cock. I was vicious." She covered my cock with little licks and kisses. "That felt nice, too. But it won't wake up for a good while. I'm all fucked out." "Then kiss me." We embraced under the streaming water and kissed. It was sublime. It lasted for several minutes. When we broke the kiss, she got out of the shower. I turned it off and stepped out where she was waiting with a towel. Then we got dressed. I went off to the kitchen to brew some coffee. She joined me, a few minutes later. Although she had cleaned up well, she still looked beat. "Wow, that was some workout. Maybe you could be my Personal Trainer? I could say I was at the gym all day." She smiled. "Sure, why not? I had you doing leg lifts, chest presses...you could say I worked on your butt today." "Yeah...," she sighed. "That was real good today. I feel very mellow. You make me feel so comfortable. That was great sex." "Yup. That hit the spot." "So I have to admit, I like this arrangement a lot. When I need good old fucking, you're the one I call. You're always there for me." "It works well for me, too. Sex with you is serious fun. And you've got a good head, too." "I come here, I get fucked. Pure and simple. I don't need to bother you with my nonsense and I don't have to hear yours'. It works out fine." "Service with a smile. Consider me your very own Sybian." "Hah! I should be so lucky! But you're a damn good facsimile." "So, you gonna call me when you next have to scratch and itch?" "Of course! Let me ask you, are you interested in sharing me?" "Explain." "I'm thinking of have a few people over to my BFF, Junie's house. It's big. It's private. It's discreet. Get a bunch of similar thinking people together for the purpose of finding the Giant Cosmic "O". Could you be more hedonistic? Anyway, let's mix it up. I'm thinking, of course, of Junie...you know her, she waits at The Dockside...big tits, little ass, dark hair." I shook my head. I haven't been to The Dockside in years. "And also Cherie, a hot bi nurse. And David, my gay coworker, and Donald...maybe six or eight people for a wild night. You in?" "Balls deep. I have a couple that I know would fit well." "Good. I'll let you know when. I've gotta go. I'll call you." She grabbed her keys and turned toward the door. I reached out and grabbed her ass pulling her back onto me. "Let me grab your ass just once more." "Next time. I'll make you stuff it." She shook her fanny in my hand and turned to leave. "You're the best. Thanks for the afternoon. I loved it." And she was gone. I listened as her engine disappeared down the lane. I sat on my big overstuffed couch and turned on the tube. Within five minutes, I was snoring contentedly. I must have slept for about an hour when I heard the phone ringing...or maybe it was a phone ringing in a dream. I was in that peculiar in-between feeling. When I finally realized that it was my phone and it was in the kitchen and maybe I should open my eyes and get up and get it, it had stopped ringing. I stretched my muscles. The evening news was babbling away about some bozo running for the Republican ticket and yada yada yada. I walked into the kitchen, threw some water on my face and poured a cuppa joe. I picked up the phone. It dutifully reported that I'd missed a call from Casey, one of my group of irregulars. "Hello, Casey. I'm sorry I missed your call. Call me back." I walked out on the deck and made an inspection of what work needed to be done in the backyard. Owning a house is a never-ending job and my mind was now scheduling work. The phone rang. "Hey, Ray, how you doin'?" "Not bad, Case. Just relaxing. Why, what's up with you two." "I'm sitting here with Terry and we're looking for a bottle of wine, a joint or two, a hot tub and another cock for my pussy. You up to play?" "Give me an hour. I have to clean up from this afternoon." "Well, you can clean up but we're coming up the street. See you in a few." I was in the bedroom stripping the heavily soiled sheets when I heard them pull up. I was filling the washing machine when they came in. "I'm in here!" "Aha! Destroying the evidence, huh!" I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it in. I unzipped my jeans and threw them in. Now, I stood nude before them. I walked out of the utility room and through the house toward the deck. I turned on the hot tub and let it warm up. I walked back to the kitchen. Terry was uncorking a Clos Pegasse Pinot Noir. They were nude, too. "Hi guys. What's up?"