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Storage

By: Krosis



It began about a year ago. Dina, one of the secretaries, kept giving me strange looks at work (I'm a computer tech named Devon, by the way...I work for a medium-size corporation). After a week or so of this she caught my eye and beckoned me to follow her into an unused storage closet. I closed the door and she was all over me, kissing and groping.

I couldn't believe it -- a married woman! I didn't think about it for more than a moment, though, as I returned her passionate embrace. She was beautiful, a little short but curvaceous, with dark auburn hair that framed the light brown skin of her face. I think she had some Spanish in her, or maybe Greek. I never asked, and her married surname (Jones) wasn't any help.

Her hands went down my back to my butt, kneading, as we kissed. Mine went to unbutton her blouse, revealing her fabulous, round bra-clad boobs. I fondled them greedily.

She moved her hands to my belt and unbuckled it, then pulled down my zipper. All right! She wanted to get straight to it!

Her hand snaked down into my underwear and I gasped -- so warm! I grabbed as much of the front of her knee-length skirt as I could and pulled up, then maneuvered my pelvis closer to hers.

"No..." she demurred, pushing me back. What the fuck? She couldn't see my face in the dim light from the small grimy window, but she knew I was confused. "Please...just this...at first." She put her hand back on my crotch and massaged me back to hardness. I closed my eyes. Well, this was better than nothing.

The masturbation increased speed over the next few minutes. I could hear her breathing matching tempo with mine. Was she frigging herself with her other hand?

I got my answer a minute later as her thrilling digits pushed me over the edge. I gasped as I splashed the inside of my underwear and all over her hand. "Umm! Ahh!" she exulted, tremors going all through her body as she came in response to my pleasure. "Mmm! Uhh! Oh!" She collapsed a little into me as she lost some of her strength, pulling back as she recovered.

Giving me a peck on the cheek, she hurried out of the closet. I spent the next few minutes in the washroom cleaning up the mess in my shorts before it looked like I had an "accident".

The next day she again enticed me into the storage closet, and again she undid my pants and masturbated me within my shorts. I kissed her passionately, trying once more to get my pelvis closer to hers. I wanted sex!

She pushed me back again. "No, please...can we not just stay with this?" She lightly squeezed my dick through the protective cotton, eliciting a pleasurable groan from me. I backed off, and she again manipulated me to a wet orgasm within the confines of my jockeys, bringing herself off in a chain reaction.

As I cleaned myself in the washroom I thought to myself, why would she not let me fuck her? Was this some sort of guilt thing about her marriage? Masturbating someone wasn't considered adultery? I shook my head.

I looked for her in "our spot" the next few days, but she never showed. The office was large enough that you might not see someone from another department on any given day or week unless you had business in their area, and there were no outstanding tech issues in the secretarial pool. The weekend passed quickly, and she was nowhere to be found the next week as well. I wondered if maybe her guilt overcame her lust, or if she thought I might try to force her into intercourse.

Finally, another two weeks passed and I saw her tentatively poking her head around the corner into the tech area. She caught my eye and disappeared. I followed after a minute and furtively entered the closet. She again glommed on to me, kissing, groping.

I didn't repeat the mistake of trying to get my crotch closer to hers, but after she undid her slacks and started to frig herself I slipped my hand under hers. She was surprised but didn't push me away. My fingers found her warm, wet hole and I swirled them around the rim of her vulva, brushing her clit. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath signaling both her shock and pleasure. Her hand had stopped manipulating my member, but now her mouth sought out mine with fervor and her hand energetically went up and down my shaft. My index and middle fingers slipped inside her, then back out. By the end of our encounter I was really giving it to her, and when we orgasmed it was much stronger than before. Unfortunately, I still had to clean up the freaking mess in my shorts. I had taken a step closer to my goal, however -- I had been inside her, even if it was just my fingers.

After a week she again stopped coming around. 3 weeks later, just when I thought I would never figure her out, she came sniffing around again. Something was tickling the back of my mind about this but in my lusty state I couldn't quite clue in.

One week on, three weeks off. Finally I asked her about it. Duh! Her husband didn't want children and wouldn't touch her when she was ovulating. Unfortunately for him (and fortunately for me), she was incredibly horny during that time of the month. Since they were devout Christians, birth control was not an option, and most definitely not abortion. Our closet capers were the only way she could "scratch the itch" to her satisfaction, but there was no way she would let my babymaker anywhere near her unprotected hole.

Time passed. Things continued with regularity, except there was something in the back of my mind, something growing. Her tantalizing fertility, and her choosing me to assuage her appetites were an unbalancing factor in my thoughts. I couldn't concentrate on my job, and my manager had to talk to me a few times about my performance. I had to do something!

One day while we were mutually masturbating each other I had an idea, a terrible and yet wonderful idea. I came instantly at the thought, catching Dina off guard. She stopped as I groaned and spurted.

"Oh, Devon, but I haven't had my pleasure", she sighed. I dropped to my knees, quickly pulling down her panties as I went, and slipped my tongue into her vaginal folds. "OH! Oh my God!" she gasped. Her skirt dropped over my head, obscuring my next move.

As I licked her cunny I plunged my right hand into my shorts, gathering as much of my semen as I could. Then I moved my licking up to her clitoris, making room for my fingers as I brought them up and slowly pushed into her.

"Uuh! Um! Oh yes!" Dina moaned as I urged my potent sperm into her fertile hole. I moved my fingers in and out, depositing my "boys" where they had been trying to go for months. My other hand slipped into my underwear, scooping up more of my stuff, and then I switched hands. More of my sperm went inside her. She had no idea!

After a few minutes of this she was really getting hot and bothered. I had actually been speeding up and slowing down the licking and finger-fucking to keep her from cumming. I knew what would happen to the semen I was depositing within her when she came, and I wanted as much of it inside her as I could manage.

Finally the semen supply ran out. I jammed my fingers repeatedly into her cunt, and dramatically increased my licking. She exploded, vibrations running down her legs. "OH! OHH GODDDD!!"

I smiled evilly, picturing her cervix spasming and opening, jabbing down into her vagina to suck on the semen I had judiciously deposited there, pulling the life-giving liquid into her fertile womb. The thought was enough to make me cum in my shorts again, though she couldn't hear me over her own grunts and through her skirt folds.

She was in ecstacy with our new arrangement, and my job performance got better. I would cum quickly, then, unbeknownst to her, finger- fuck my sperm where it should have gone since the beginning of this affair. She even made sure she wore skirts during that week to facilitate things.

I'm sure you can figure out what happened next. After a couple months she seemed to gain a little weight and a couple months after that told me she was pregnant. I said nothing, as it couldn't have been me because I never had sex with her, right (wink, wink)? Her husband was furious -- the rhythm method must have failed, and they were stuck. Crazily enough, though, her husband was turned off by her pregnancy -- he hadn't touched her since she told him about the baby, and now she was horny all the time!

Now she's 4 months pregnant, and is showing a little bit of a paunch. It's cute! I've got her pressed up with her back against the wall of the storage closet, and I'm fucking her hard. She's groaning loudly, her pleasure increased by the penetration and the hormones. After all, it's not like I can get her *more* pregnant, right?

Uuuh, uuuuhhh, AAAHHHHH! Oh, baby...

Storage Facility Encounter



I drove out to my storage unit today thinking that it would be a typical trip to stow some more of my life away for safekeeping. It certainly didn't turn out that way.

A little background first: I used to live out on the South Fork but after my divorce, and after the real estate boom, I could no longer afford to live there. As an example, when I bought my waterfront home in the 1970s, it cost me $85,000 which was a tidy sum at the time. When my ex sold the house seven years ago, she pulled in over $2,000,000.00. The nice little house I rented on the bay was $1800 per month. Suddenly, my landlady jacked it up to $25,000.00 per month, May through September. And she got it! Rents went sky high and I couldn't find a place.

I had no choice but to move up-island and was fortunate to find a little room behind someone's garage where my dog and I could live. I rented a storage unit in a nice, secure, air-conditioned facility in East Hampton. That's where my life, my history and nearly all my possessions reside today.

My current landlord got remarried last month and gave me thirty days to get out of Dodge. I haven't been able to find adequate housing yet and I have been putting more stuff into the storage unit so if my dog and I have to live in my car, we can travel light.

So, on this day, I stuffed my car and we headed east. It was a beautiful October day, warm and cloudless. I stopped first at my dog's favorite beach so he could run and romp for a while. Then, sadly, we headed over to the facility.

It took me about a half hour to unload the car and pack everything into my space. I strategically placed my stuff knowing that I had one more trip to make. As I was finishing up, I heard the freight elevator making the trip to the basement. This was unusual since, over the years I have been using this place, I have never seen anyone down here in the basement before. I continued about my business until I heard a female voice grunting. I turned to see my dog at the hallway entrance wagging his tail, an indication that we had company. I heard the grunt again and walked out to the small lobby where the freight elevator lands. There was a young woman struggling with a loaded cart as her items kept spilling off the side.

I immediately offered to help her and we packed up the cart which I then pushed as she led me to her unit located just down the hall from mine. This was obviously her first trip because her unit was whistle clean and empty. She held a shiny new lock in her hand. After I showed her how to unlatch and open the corrugated garage-type rollup door, she inspected the space to see where she was going to place everything. While she walked the space, I inspected her.

I figured her to be mid-to-late twenties. She was not very pretty, in fact I would describe her as plain. Her black hair was in a mid-length ponytail and held together with a pink clip. She had a nice body though. It was well conditioned but, in her small frame, not particularly strong. I guessed that she was a yoga or pilates devotee. She was wearing a red jogging suit but as we unloaded her cart, she doffed the jacket revealing a torn Bruce Hornsby tee. I watched her move around and took in her nice rack stuffed into a sports bra. I figured them for 36C which seemed especially nice on her small five-foot-two body. A nice package. With make up, she might even be attractive. Oh, yeah, she introduced herself as Janie Warren.

We made some small talk as I helped her store her boxes of books and some random loose items like lamps, hangers and bags. As I wheeled the cart back to the elevator, I stopped at my space to close it up. Janie walked into it as glanced around, inspecting the contents.

"Wow. You have a lot of stuff in here...a lot of cool stuff."

"It's the accumulation of my whole life with the exception of what my ex took."

"A lot of cool stuff...a Martin guitar, a couple of electrics, a Marshall amp, gee, Woody Allen movie posters..." She seemed to be taking inventory and I wanted to close up the room so I ushered her out, pulled the gate down and fastened the double locks. 

"I wish I had a place to keep that stuff with me but, for now, here it stays. But I come back and forth to get whatever I need." We walked back to the freight elevator, I loaded it back up and sent it back up to the first floor. As we walked out of the facility, my dog trotted into the woods to relieve himself. I unlocked my car and opened the back door for him.

Janie called to me. "Do you have a few more minutes? I could use your help unloading the rest of my shit."

I looked over at her SUV and there were at least two more loads. "Sure. Let me just get him in the car."

I got another couple of carts and after about a half hour, her SUV was empty and her storage unit was full. We were both sweating and we sat down on a couple of boxes. I pulled out a joint and asked her if she was interested in partaking.

"Oh, that's a great idea." I lit it and passed it over to her. She toked up and coughed. "Mmm. That tastes good."

"Mind my asking, but how come you're storing all your stuff?"

"I just moved into a smaller apartment up in Sag Harbor and there's just no room for all of this. I'm really attached to all of it but it will have to wait for my next, larger, place."

"You're a big reader, I see."

"Yes, I love to read."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a librarian. I guess that figures, right? I work at the John Jermain Library."

"What a cool old building. Are they going to build that annex?"

"Oh, yes. It should be finished next year."

"What's you favorite reading matter?"

"I like classic novels, you know, books like Madame Bovary and like that. And you?"

"I like novels, historical biographies and erotica, myself." The joint had burned down to a tiny roach. I clenched it and got up to leave. She was still sitting."

"I really appreciate your help. Without it, I'd still be shlepping stuff down here. Is there a way I can repay you?"

"No, Janie. Thanks anyway. I was my pleasure to help a damsel in distress."

"You sure? I can give you a few bucks?"

"No, please. Don't insult me. It was my pleasure. I'll be on my way now."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" She reached out to me and ran her hand along the crotch of my jeans. "There must be something I can do?"

My flaccid cock suddenly came to life under her little hand.

"Good. I knew I could return the favor!" She slowly unzipped my pants and my awakening cock popped out. She didn't miss a beat and slid her hand along it. She leaned in and took it into her mouth. Oh, that felt good. I moved closer to her and reached down to fondle a large round breast. Oh, that felt good, too.

Her soft mouth was doing wonders on me. My cock was throbbing as it she pulled it deeper into her mouth. With one hand, she was caressing my balls and I knew that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last too long.

"I want you to fuck me but don't cum in me, I'm off the pill."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm clipped."

"Oooh, then who cares. Come on, put it in me." She pulled down her pants and her little white panties in one motion. Then she got up on a stack of boxes and bent her ass up to me. I leaned over and gave her some licks reaching into her lightly haired pussy.

"Put it in. I want your cock." So I did. Standing behind her, I slid into her and began to fuck her in earnest. She reached down and played with her pussy while I fucked her. Occasionally, her fingers slid along my dick. I was in heaven.

I was fucking her fast and furious and she was panting hard. My dick plunged deeper and deeper and I was balls up inside her. She was thrusting hard against me and I knew that I was approaching my climax.

"Oh, yes, fuck me hard...oh yeah." I felt my balls boiling and I couldn't hold out. Her tight canal was squeezing me and I began to shoot ropes of cum into her bowels. Rocking on my heels, I felt my legs grow weak as I emptied myself into her. When I was done, I stayed inside as she brought herself off and felt her squeeze me as she came with a deep sigh. Finally, I slipped out with a pop. I leaned back on some boxes to recuperate.

"That was terrific." she said. She was flushed and her face was bright pink. She reached over and shook my dick. "Thank you."

"No, thank you. That was super. I needed that."

"Yeah, me, too. It's been a while but it hasn't been that good before. That did hit the spot." We fixed ourselves up and closed up her unit. We bounded up the steps like little kids.

As she went to her car, I reached into my jacket pocket to hand her my card.

"So, Janie, when can I help you again? It really is my pleasure."

"When are you coming back out?"

"Probably, day after tomorrow."

"Good. Thursday is my day off." She handed me her card. "Call me and I'll show you my new apartment." She got in and drove off.

I got into my car. My dog was asleep in the back and as I drove away, I was whistling. You know, in retrospect, she was better looking than I first thought. And Thursday was only a couple of days away. I knew she's even be better looking by then.

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Please vote on how you like this story. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. But she knows who she is. 



Storage Foom Fun



My wife Sandy worked at out local Wal-Mart on the midnight shift stocking shelves. The works was not too hard and the pay was decent. Plus in the early hours of the morning, the store was practically empty.

Sandy's boss was a man named Marty. He was a black man about ten years younger than my wife. Sandy said that he was a nice man and they often spent the boring hours at work flirting and teasing each other. Sandy always told me about what they said each night. I knew that she was attracted to him, but she never came out and told me.

The flirting and teasing went on for several months. Sandy and I would often have sex while she would tell me about the conversations that she and Marty had. Her pussy would be wetter than normal. I knew that sometimes that she would be thinking about his black cock in her pussy instead of mine, I didn't mind. I was sometimes picturing the same thing. She told me she had wondered if there was any difference between white men and black men.

One day Sandy had to track down Marty and get keys to a storage room. She finally found him in an area of the closed for renovations. He was looking at shelves that needed to be moved to another area. She asked him for the keys and he looked at her and said, "They are in my pocket, get them yourself." He was wearing a pair of loose fitting pants with deep pockets.

Sandy smiled and said, "Ok, but will I find anything else?"

"Guess you will just have to search and find out." Marty said with a big grin. 

Sandy slowly walked up to him and looked him in the eye. Marty stared right back as she walked to him. When she hesitated he said, "I dare you."

Sandy smiled, placed her hand at the edge of his pocket, and slowly slid her hand in. She eased hand along the outside edge of the pocket and then down the inside seam until she hit bottom. The top edge of the pocket was half way up her forearm.

"I don't think you have anything in here." Sandy said while still looking into Marty's eyes.

"Keep looking, you might find what you need." 

Sandy slowly inched her way along the bottom seam of his pocket and as she reached the inside seam she could feel the head of his cock. "Are you wearing underwear?"

"Why don't you look for yourself?" Marty said as he pulled Sandy against his body. Sandy could feel his cock growing harder. The thin material of his pants was tenting out. Sandy felt his cock twitch and knew that she had to see what was there.

Sandy took her hand from his pocket and turned to press her body fully against Marty's. She placed one hand on the outline of his cock and the other hand on his face. Sandy rose up to kiss Marty and he met her halfway. Months of teasing and flirting had paved the way to this first kiss.

Marty moaned into her mouth, pulled her hips to his, and ground his cock into her. Their tongues mated and danced. Sandy slid her hands down his muscled arms, to his hard abs and to his trim waist. The man was solid all over. She slid her hands back into both of his pockets and gripped his cock from both sides. She was impressed with the size she felt.

Marty moaned as she gripped his cock. He had flirted with her for months and dreamed of sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy, but held back because she was married. He was unsure of how to proceed and was content to let her led the way. Marty groaned again as Sandy stroked his cock through his pants.

"You started this by daring me, now re you going to finish it?" Sandy asked as she released his cock and leaned back against the shelves Marty had been looking at just a few minutes ago. After feeling his cock Sandy knew that the myth about black men was true. Now she wanted to feel, see and taste that cock.

Just about then, the intercom came to life, "Customer service in pets." Sandy groaned out load and muttered some creative swear words under her breathe. With one last look at the large tent in Marty's pants, Sandy went to answer the page.

A few nights later she said she needed to go into the automotive department storeroom. That's the only department that's closed at night. She had list of items to look for that the earlier shift had not been able to finish. She went to Marty and told him she needed to get in the storeroom and he went with her. He unlocked the doors for her, but instead of going back to his job, he followed her in. 

Sandy turn on the single light in the room and started scanning the shelves to find the box she needed. As she heard the door closed, she heard it lock. She turned around and saw Marty leaning against the door.

"Did I hear that door lock?" Sandy asked.

"Guess you are going to have to find those keys if you want to get out of here." Marty said with an easy grin.

"Well I would be happy to look, but I have this list of things to finish." Sandy said with more than an ounce of regret, holding up the list. Sandy and her husband had screwed their brains out till the early hours of the morning when she had told him what had happened between her and Marty.

Marty walked over to her and took the list from her fingers. He tore the list in half and let it fall to the floor. "I made up that list." Marty placed his hands on her hips and tugged her toward him. "I am here to finish what I started"

Sandy started to say, "Won't somebody come looking for us" but never got the chance. Marty covered her mouth with a deep kiss and scrambled her thoughts. Marty's hands framed her face, and then slowly skimmed his hands down her neck to rest on her firm breasts.

Sandy's knees weakened as Marty molded her breasts to his hands through her shirt and bra. He pinched her nipples and they strained to be released. Sandy could feel her pussy growing damp. They kissed again and Marty moved his hands beneath her shirt and around to her back to unhook her bra.

Sandy stepped back and took off her shirt and bra, "That should make things a little easier."

"No this will make things even easier." Marty kneeled down and removed Sandy's slacks and undies. The undies were soaked from her juices. Marty lifted her up and placed her on an old table. Marty then spread her thighs and dove into her wet pussy.

Sandy threw her head back and groaned in pleasure. Marty licked her clit and speared her cunt with 2 fingers, sawing them causing her cream to coat his hand. Sandy gasp for breathe as Marty brought her to a quick orgasm with his tongue and fingers.

As Sandy regained focused, she slid off the table and on to her knees. Marty's cock strained to be released from his slacks and a wet spot had formed where his cock had leaked. Sandy undid the button and zipper and then slid them down. His hard thick cock popped free, not stopped by any underwear.

Sandy licked her lips, looked into Marty's eyes, and tasted her first black cock. Marty caressed her head as she sucked his cock into her throat. He began to slowly fuck her face. His 8-inch cock slid easily into her mouth. He was the biggest she ever had. Marty began to moan and his balls began to tighten. Sandy wanted to taste his cum but did want to waste her chance to feel that monster inside her soaked cunt.

Sandy stood up, walked over to a shelf, and stuck her ass out. She looked over her shoulder and said simply, "Fuck me."

Marty walked up behind her and slid his aching cock into her waiting pussy. He buried it balls deep on his first thrust. Her pussy was stuffed full and she loved it. She ground her ass against his hips. Marty began slamming his cock into her hard and she could feel her orgasm building.

After a few minutes of hard pounding, Marty said he was going to cum. Sandy looked over her shoulder and told him to fill her pussy with his cream. Sandy could feel his cock getting harder.

Marty reached up and grabbed Sandy's tits and pinched her nipples hard, Sandy cried out as she cam and Marty slammed one last time and started pumping his cum into her pussy. When he pulled out his cock, cum poured out of her pussy. Sandy scooped up his cum and licked it off her fingers.

"Next time I want to drink it from the source." Sandy said as she licked the last of his cum from her fingers. Marty's cock twitched at the thought.

When she got home, she planted her pussy over my face and let me see cum that was matted on her pussy lips. I licked her clit while she told me what had happened. I cannot wait for the three of us to get together...



Storage Locker



I was NOT in a good mood. The stress and work of moving was bad enough, but I now needed things that were in boxes in my new storage locker. I hadn't had time to go to the locker and rearrange everything. The boxes had been unloaded so the rental truck could be turned back in. Of all the stupid dumb things to do, I needed towels.

There was no one around when I went in through the gate of the storage lockers. To add to my irritation, my locker was all the way down to the end of a long long row, and around a corner. I think there were only two lockers at the end and then the lockers went up the other side of the building.

I was in a hurry. I didn't need this! I drove there in a rush, and just slipped on a pair of shorts and a tshirt without a bra. I had discovered the shortage of towels because I had just taken a shower and had to air dry myself. Muttering @#$$#@%$# to myself, I grabbed the key to the padlock and lifted the big overhead door. What a mess!! Good thing I had made a list of items and had given each box a number. Now, only to find box #19. Grrrrrrrrr

My thoughts were on finding the box, so I was startled when I heard a voice behind me, saying "Hello there, is there anything we can do to help"? I jerked upright, conscious of the view I must have presented, when I bent over to check a box. Turning around, I saw two men standing there, both appeared to be in their mid thirties. Both obviously worked out. One was blond and fair (Jack) and the other was black (Ed), but with a nice smile.

The told me that they had the other locker at the end and were glad they had neighbors. With a low whistle, they looked at the jumble of boxes that seemed to be piled just everwhere. "Seems to me, it would be easier to put the boxes in order, so you could see the numbers on them," said Jack.

"I know," I replied, "but I didn't have much time to return the rental truck and I was going to take some time this weekend to work on this mess." "Well, it wouldn't take the two of us fifteen minutes or so to do all of that for you - we work here, and we load and unload trucks for tenants who don't do it themselves. One thing that should be taken care of as soon as possible. The mattresses should not be propped up against the wall like that, or kept in the plastic covers. The bed should be flat and the mattresses covered with a sheet so the surface can breathe. Otherwise, they will start to smell."

"Oh, I couldn't intrude on you like that, but thanks for the offer," I replied. Ed grinned and said that they had a six pack of ice cold beer and we could all have a drink while they did this for me. I could replace the six pack as a "thank you" at a later date. Emptying half the can at one swig, I thought..........what the heck.........I am not in a rush.

I sat back on a box and watched them as they moved boxes and set the bed up at the back of the locker. I had to admit that watching their muscles ripple under their tshirts made for a very interesting sight. Their jeans clung to their legs like second skins. They talked while they were working, asking me questions about where I had been living, why I had moved, etc. Conversation was easy and I was actually enjoying myself.

They then left room around the bed, and started stacking the boxes in a neat row, three high, with the numbers facing the front of the locker. I had to admit they knew what they were doing. It seemed no time before all the boxes were neatly lined up, and box #19 was set aside so I could get the towels out.

I bent over, cut the tape with my cutter, and reached inside for the stack of towels. When I straightened up, I realized that Ed was right behind me, and his arms went quickly around my waist. I dropped the cutter. Before I could say anything, Jack stepped in front of me and put a strip of tape over my mouth. "What the hell"? Whipping a piece of soft cord out of his pocket, he tied my wrists together. Not that he had an easy time of it, because I was struggling with all my strength, but I was no match for the two of them.

"Now, what shall we do with this hot piece of pussy"?, said Jack. Ed replied, "Well, I think we deserve a big reward for all the work we have done - what do you think"? I just stood there trembling, not from fear, but white hot anger. How dare they think they can get away with this? This is a public area, someone will be coming by at any moment and can see that I am in trouble.

As if reading my mind, Jack softly commented that it was now past closing time and the gates were locked. No one would be in the compound until the following morning. I couldn't help turning my head to look outside and yes, the sun was going down. I shivered now, with a bit of fear. What was going to happen to me?

Ed grabbed the bunch of towels that I had taken out of the box, and he walked behind the stack of boxes, and placed them on the bed. I realized then that the stack of boxes were placed in such a way that no one could see the bed from outside the locker. "NO, NO," I moaned behind the tape, you bastards are not going to rape me, not here, not now, and NOT ever. I don't know how, but if I get myself free, you two are going to pay for this.

Jack moved me over to the bed and I just stood there. Ed grinned, as he pulled his knife from his belt. Ohmigod, what is he going to do? I squirmed and tried to get away. Jack spoke in my ear, "Don't worry, we are not going to hurt you. Your hands are tied and from the look in your eyes, we wouldn't even attempt to untie you. So, we are just going to cut your tshirt off. If you just relax and enjoy what we are going to do to you, you will find how nice we can be."

No way, I thought, and I was shaking my head from side-do-side, even as the knife sliced thru my tshirt, falling away to the ground. "Oh my...........such nice tits..........look at how hard her nipples are...........I will bet she is enjoying this." "Well, we will see, why don't you take one and I will take the other and let's see if she is still going to refuse our desires," said Jack.

The two men stood on either side of me, bending down and teasing and sucking on a nipple. I couldn't help it. My nipples are extra sensitive. Seeeing one dark face and one white face suckling on me..........my heart started pounding and I could feel a very familiar gut ache in my groin area. On NO, my body is reacting to them. NO NO! I am NOT going to give in to them.

Jack stopped nibbling and biting long enough to suggest to Ed that they could check to see if I was really not interested in having them touch and fondle my body. Each of them had one hand on my back, to keep me from bolting, and with the other, they spread my legs apart. They had increased their sucking. My nipples were hard as rocks and my globes were aching from their constant caresses. Each placed a hand on the insides of my thighs and slowly worked up. "Migod, but she is wet," mumbled Jack, not taking his mouth away from the constant licking and sucking on my nipple. Ed agreed, "You can't tell me she doesn't want this as much as we do. What are we going to do about this now"?

By this time, I was almost wishing that one of them would rub my clit and the nubbin and stick his fingers in my pussy, but I was trying to hang onto my thoughts and concentrate on how I could have them arrested for rape. I needed to keep a clear head.

"I think we need to take our clothes off........why don't you strip while I hold onto her? Then you can hold her while I take my clothes off," said Jack. "After that, we can take her shorts off - am sure she doesn't want to go home with the shorts soaking wet. When Ed took his clothes off, I stood still in shock. I had never seen such a cock in all my life. It had to be fully ten inches long and as big around as my fist. It was black, with black balls, and a pinkish head that was glistening with pre-cum juices.

Jack let out a loud laugh, "Look at this bitch........she took one look at your rod and she stopped fighting us..........maybe we should have let her see you at the very beginning. Although I do enjoy the struggling, and watching and waiting for her body to admit she wants two cocks even though her mind refuses to admit it." You bastards, I thought, you are going to pay for this. Even as I was thinking this, I wondered about Jack and the size of his dick.

Ed laid his clothes on the top of one of the boxes, stepped behind me, and he and Jack pulled my shorts down and off my feet. Then, he pressed his body into my back, so his thick hard piece of meat was firmly entrenched between my cheeks. Reaching under my arms, he was kneading and twisting on my tits and nipples, until my back was arching into him and my head was thrown against his shoulder. "Oh yes, my pet, I know how you like this.......let yourself go and enjoy this........your body is telling us you want more," Ed crooned.

Jack had his clothes off by now also, and now he reached and spread one of the towels along the bottom edge of the bed. His cock wasn't as big as Eds, but it was rock hard and bouncing up and down with every movement. I was halfways wondering what it would taste like in my mouth.

Then he took over the position that Ed had been in. He clamped onto my nipples and began a slow circular motion against my ass cheeks as his cock throbbled inbetween my thighs. Ed sat down on the towel at the edge of the bed and reached out his hands, pulling me closer to him. Jack moved with me, so I was sandwiched between the two of them. Ed started rubbing my thighs, gently at first, and then insistently trying to spread my legs apart. I kept them locked together, refusing to give in to either of them.

Jack increased the pressure on my tits and told me that he didn't want to hurt me, but I was to spread my legs and let Ed play with my pussy. He pinched real hard and I yelped from the sudden pain. Ed took the opportunity to jam his hand between my legs. "No wonder she wants to keep her legs crossed - she doesn't want us to know how fucking hot she is. Jack, feel the juices that are running down her legs now. This bitch is made for fucking.....now if we can only get her to admit it."

His hand was stroking my clit and my little button and I couldn't help myself. Ed looked up at me and asked me if I wanted his fingers up inside my pussy. I shook my head NO, but it was not as vehement as before. "Bitch, you are going to have to beg for me to put my fingers inside you. Nod your head when you are ready for me." With that, he bent forward and using the flat of his tongue, he stroked slowly. My clit and then my button and my now swollen pussy lips. I couldn't help from moaning. My tits were being pulled and squeezed, Jack's mouth had teased them into almost soreness, and now this hot tongue on my clit.

I gave in and nodded my head. "Good girl" - Ed proceeded to slide one finger inside me and I promptly sucked it in as far as I could. Oh God, but I wanted more. As if reading my mind, Ed slid another finger in and then a third, using his thumb to finger my clit. With a sudden motion, he withdrew his fingers and his mouth from my pussy. The sudden withdrawal and my legs were trembling. "Nod your head if you want me to continue." By this time, I would have done anything to have those fingers inside me. I nodded frantically.

His fingers were jammed back inside me, hard and fast and he fucked me furiously. I spread my legs. I arched back onto Jack's chest, I thust my hips forward, wanting him to release me. "The bitch is going to cum.........shall I let her cum now, or later," he asked Jack. Jack said to let her cum, cuz we need her well lubricated for what we are going to do to her next."

I hardly heard the words, wondering what else they had planned, when my mind went into blankness and my body jerked. Ed kept up the rhythm and I kept cumming and cumming. I felt like needles were striking me all over my body, as I hung onto the fingers that were being thrust into me, over and over again. I couldn't breathe.......the tape across my mouth was strangling me. I slumped over, with Jack holding me up. I saw stars, and blackness. I was breathing hard, and my body was covered with sweat.

They grinned. Ed said, "I don't think we are going to have a problem with her now." He looked at me and asked me if I was ready for the next session? I was still able to shake my head.........I wasn't going to give in to them.

Jack turned me around, so I was standing next to the bed, with my legs inbetween Ed's legs. Ed's hand was around the base of his huge cock and he was rubbing it over my ass cheeks and lazily just around in circles.

Jack looked into my eyes, then spoke slowly and carefully. "Now my little slut bitch, you liked it as much as we did. Don't shake your head.........feel the juices running down your legs? That isn't our cum juices, it is YOURS. I am thinking that you are going to the police and tell them that we raped you. Yes, the look in your eyes tells me that. So, I have a plan.

You are going to ask for sex. You are going to want Ed's nice big hard cock jammed deep inside you. You want to have my cock buried deep in your throat.........right"? "NO NO NO," I moaned behind the tape.

"Okay, so now we are going to play a little game. I will give you ten minutes. After the ten minutes, if you still don't want to have our cocks buried inside you, we will release you and let you go. Then you can't say we raped you because there will be no trace of semen inside you. You will be a laughing stock, trying to bring charges against two respected members of the community. If, however, you choose to have our cocks, then you can't say we raped you."

I thought to myself that this seemed almost too easy. I could withstand them for ten minutes. Fair enough. I nodded my head in agreement. Jack grinned.

Jack lifted each of my legs and placed them outside of Ed's legs. This put me in a somewhat awkward position, almost on tiptoes and I had to lean into Jack to keep my balance. I wish my hands weren't tied, but I sure wish more that the tape wasn't over my mouth. If Jack even tried to force his meat in my mouth, my teeth would certainly teach him a lesson.

Oops, these bastards. What are they doing now? Jack had moved forward just a bit. Ed separated his legs so Jack's legs could fit inbetween. That put me more on my toes and the position was definitely uncomfortable. And the ten minutes hadn't even started yet. I felt like I was going to fall over backwards. Oh NO............Jack had reached around and spread my cheeks. I felt Ed guide the huge head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy. The bastards are going to fuck me anyway.

But they stopped. I looked questioningly at Jack. "Yes, my little slut bitch, NOW it is up to you. The ten minutes start NOW. If you can stay on the head of Ed's magnificent rod for the ten minutes, we will let you free. However, if you slide down on his dick, then you will have sex with the two of us and you won't be able to prove any rape charge." Just for insurance, we are going to record the next ten minutes. It is all up to you."

I was going hold out for those ten minutes. There were thousands of needles cramping up my legs for being in this unnatural position. In front of my face was Jack's hard tool, with Jack slowly and gently stroking it, just inches away from my mouth. Jack asked me if I wanted to play with his cock. I shook my head...........NO. But I was wondering what it would feel like if it was in my mouth.

OH NO............Ed was rubbing my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. He dipped one finger into the wet juices on the insides of my thighs, and slowly ran circles around my asshole. I was quivering and trembling. When he eased his finger into my tiny hole I jerked, only to find that I had let Ed's cock into my pussy, maybe a half inch. This will NOT do. I can't let him inside any further.

But, it was of no avail. The finger in my asshole was up as far as it would go, and stroking in and out. Every time he pulled out, I would sink a little lower on that immense huge piece of meat. So help me, I wanted that cock in front of my face. The two men somehow sensed that the situation had changed. The slut bitch was theirs now. My legs were giving out, there was only one way to go and that was down on that huge dick. I had never felt so full in all my life. He was huge and my muscles were quivering with the need to have him all the way in.

I took a deep breath and lunged down until I was seated on him, all the way. It didn't help that Ed stopped all movement of his finger, and his cock. Now what??? Jack let out a chuckle and said that eight minutes had gone by. And now that I had indicated my willingness to have Ed's cock inside me, then he was going to take the tape off my mouth and let me have his cock in my mouth. Reminding me that the tape recorder was going, he ripped off the tape and I sat there, impaled on Ed's cock. Jack reached for my wrist bonds and freed my hands. After rubbing my wrists to bring the circulation back, he placed one of my hands on Ed's balls. The other he placed around his cock.

I was trembling as the feelings came back into my feet. It was like time was suspended. I opened my mouth and guided Jack's cock into my mouth. It fit snugly and I wrapped my tongue around his head, wetting it, and dipping my tongue into the slit at the tip. Around and around I went. Jack moaned "God, what a good cocksucker she is - she knows what to do with a piece of meat. Yes, we have a hot little bitch here." I would pull back on Jack's shaft as I sunk his dick into my mouth and then pull out again until just the head was inside. I could feel the cord underneath start to swell.

Ed saw that I was firmly in place on Jack's cock. Enjoying the feeling of my hand on his balls, he started a slow movement with his hips. I was buried on him, when he moved I moved. I tried to rise up, but Ed put his hands on my hips and jammed me back down on him. He was so big that every inch inside me was stretched as I went up and down. When I went up on his pole, I went down on Jack's. The harder Ed slammed me back down, the further Jack went into my mouth, until he was fucking my throat.

I started riding him up and down of my own accord. Faster and faster. Words piled out of my mouth inbetween strokes. "Yes, Yes, I want to be fucked by you. I want to feel that big bolus release all that hot cum juices inside me. I want to feel Jack's hot cum filling up my throat and stomach. I need to be fucked. I want to be fucked. Harder. Harder. Jam into me.............oh, oh, oh..............I can't stand much more of this. I felt Ed's cock pulsing and throbbing and he urged his hips up to meet my strokes. Jack was into a rhythm of his own now, both hands twisting on my nipples.

Ed thrust his finger back up into my asshole and that pushed me over the edge. Impaled on his finger and this huge cock stuffed inside me, and another in my mouth. I exploded. "Yes, Yes, I'm cumming.....give me all you have..........I want it all. NOW! Fuck me..........oooohhhh gawd..............I'm cumming." Ed's hot cum burst inside me, filling me, and oozing down around his cock. Jack started spurting into my mouth and I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It dribbled down over my chin and onto my tits. Jack grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my throat as deep as he could go. I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't stop him either.

Finally, the cocks inside me started to shrink. Jack slid his cock out of my throat and mouth and I sucked in huge lungsful of air. Ed's cock slid out of me, unplugging what seemed to be a flood of our mixed juices, running down my legs and onto the ground. Jack eased me down, to lie down on the bed, next to Ed, and he lay down behind me, slowly stroking my body. None of us had anything so say. Everyone was breathing hard.

I never had a fucking session like this. It was incredible, and I told them so. I told them they didn't need the tape recorder........I wouldn't even think of reporting them now. They grinned!




Storage Locker



Sunday morning – like so many others. A sharp elbow in the ribs from my wife roused me from a deep sleep. In my drowsy state, I chose to believe the pain was caused by a pulled muscle – my entire body ached anyway – what was one more pain?

"Don!" I heard…slowly coming to realization that in addition to bruising my side, Julie, my persistent better half had been stage-whispering my name into my ears repeatedly. For how long, I had no idea. The level of annoyance in her voice implied that it had been a while.

"DON…you HAVE to GET UP…NOW."

It all came rushing back. The Saturday spent loading boxes and hauling them to the truck. The multiple trips up and down multiple stairs carrying multiple heavy pieces of antique furniture. Why, I wondered, as I stretched my sore muscles and turned to face my wife – WHY hadn't I hired someone to help? Why had I agreed to Julie's suggestion that we "minimize" our "living spaces." Why had I let her subscribe to "Real Simple" magazine? Whatever happened to just plain house cleaning?

I squinted through one eye – maybe if I played dead I'd be let off the hook? She was leaning over me, looking down at my face. The look on her face told me that these were the last pleasurable moments I could expect from this day.

"Don," she sighed "I KNOW you don't want to, but you have to get the truck to the storage place by 10a.m. if you want to unload it and get back here in time for dinner with Nancy and Jules."

Dear Lord, I silently prayed, let this be a nightmare…

Julie pushed herself up and practically vaulted out of bed. 

"I'm going to shower and go shopping for dinner…I have so much to do to get ready!"

I watched her white naked ass cheeks saunter over to the bathroom door. My cock woke up with a start…followed by my brain. 

I lay there listening to the sounds of her morning ablutions – toilet flushing, teeth brushing, shower running. I idly played with my cock, remembering some long ago tryst and thinking about the feeling of my cock between Julie's ass cheeks, getting harder and slowly waking up. Maybe, I thought, if I can just persuade her to get back into bed and have a nice long session, I could delay the inevitable. By now, I was good and hard and rubbing some precum around the top of my cock with one finger, enjoying the feeling.

I heard Julie shut off the shower and flung the covers off, exposing my naked body, feeling the cool air on my wet cock head. 

I raised my head from the pillow when the bathroom door opened and Julie emerged, wrapped in a towel. 

"Julie," I croaked, "come back to bed, it's Sunday morning for Christ's sake!"

She paused on her way to her closet and looked at me. 

"Oh good, I see you're up!" 

She continued towards her closet, dropping her towel and reaching for her panties.

My cock knew before my brain that it was not going to be getting any attention this morning – and started to wilt before I fully comprehended her sarcasm. 

I gave in to the inevitable, sliding out of bed, and dragging my sore body to the shower, where I reviewed the day that lay ahead.

I had a 14' Ryder truck outside on the curb that I had to drive 45 minutes from the house I shared in downtown Philadelphia with a woman who aspired to be a cross between Martha Stewart and the head of an ashram to some godforsaken spot in New Jersey where some fool had decided to locate a self storage facility. All of this, I muttered to myself, so that she can have a Yoga Studio and Meditation Room rather than a nicely cluttered office and TV room. Well, I thought, as I soaped my still semi-hard cock, at least the yoga has paid off.

Julie was hot – objectively so, I noted with satisfaction when we walked down the street and heads turned. And that made up for a lot of other flaws. There were times – usually when I was looking up at her breasts as she rode me up and down, her hands pulling the hair on my chest… times when I could very easily overlook her relentless drive to self-improvement, that somehow extended well beyond herself to me, our house, her relatives, my relatives…a long list. Not that I was without flaws – just that I often wondered how it was that she and I had stayed together for ten years. Maybe because I allowed myself to be improved by her and helped to fund her numerous other projects…maybe because I was lazy and addicted to sex. But back to Julie.

Yoga had been her passion for the past ten years. Five years ago, she had quit her job as an assistant treasurer with a Fortune 500 company – even I, a corporate shill of the worst order, had to agree that it was pointless but for the paycheck. She took her 401k and her savings, we took out a home equity line, and she started a yoga studio. She had developed a healthy following – like-minded women who enjoyed sitting in overheated rooms imitating trees and dogs. While the business didn't make much, it supported itself and from my point of view, paid other dividends. Julie had a very well toned body and could bend better than a Philly soft pretzel. She was on the tall side to begin with – 5'7", but when I met her at Wharton, she was skinny. Now she was athletic. Her shoulders were broader and muscles toned. Her breasts were on the small side – but who needs more than a handful? She had dark brown long hair, and tanned skin – the result of frequent retreats to yoga retreats in warm climes.

She had tried, unsuccessfully, to make me interested in yoga. I am not a top-notch physical specimen – I'm tall, 6'3" – and that hides a multitude of sins. I am not well toned – I sit on my ass all day in front of a Bloomberg terminal trying to outsmart other guys doing the same thing. Not that I'm flabby– just that my idea of physical activity…well, I was engaged in it right now. 

I continued to soap my cock, thinking of Julie's legs, wrapped around my waist, buried in her pussy. I squatted down in the shower, reached around and fingered my ass while my other hand stroked my cock. In my mind, I was deep inside Julie, my balls slapping on her ass. I felt my balls tightening and that satisfying feeling building deep under my cock, building up as I opened my legs and shoved my ring finger deep inside my ass. I came hard, spraying cum from my sudsy cock over my hand and out onto the shower floor, my ass squeezing hard around my finger.

I watched as the shower washed soap and me down the drain and slowly stood back up. 

I was not looking forward to this day. I had made a big mistake. Julie, who was usually right about these things, had tried to persuade me to call one of my buddies to help with the move. Being a stubborn SOB and probably wanting to prove to Julie just how burdensome her ideas about house improvement were, I told her that it was absolutely unnecessary and that I would do it myself. Julie, knowing that I was not going to be moved from this unreasonable position, left the topic alone and left me to my own devices. 

So here I was, day 2, and still not willing to ask for help.  Even after a hot shower and a relaxing session with my hand, my body still ached and I knew by nightfall it would hurt more. And her brother, Jules and his wife Mary – who in their right mind names their children Jules and Julie? were coming over. Jules was ok in my book. Julie was like her mother in a million ways – just the updated model. Jules had inherited his father' demeanor – and he and I were a lot alike. We didn't make waves – we let them ripple under the surface. And Jules had married another Julie – or at least someone like his mother. We were like a pop-psychology textbook family.  Jules' wife, Mary, was insufferable, and when she and Julie were in the same house, the two competed on every level.  Julie would spend all day preparing tonight's meal, and it would be picture perfect – right out of Bon Appetit – but Mary would one-up her by bringing over a hard-to-find wine or a bunch of flowers imported from South Africa, and spout-off about the meal she had prepared the night before, yada yada yada. At least Jules and I were able to sit back, crack open some beers and let ourselves enjoy the entertainment. 

At least I'd be alone all day, I thought, as I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt. 

Julie was already out shopping for the evening's meal when I came downstairs. I grabbed a cup of coffee, put it in a thermos, grabbed the keys to the Ryder and out I went.

* * * 

An hour later – after getting lost on the way – I pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse. The place looked deserted except for one car and another rental truck in the parking lot. It was basically a large warehouse, with a couple of loading ramps. I'd never been here before – Julie had ordered the storage space online, and had taken care of the details. I figured that the storage units were inside. I pulled up to the bottom of the second of two loading ramps at the storage facility. 

The garage door at the top of the ramp was open, so I went up and looked inside. The building was massive – filled with wooden storage bins as far as the eye could see. But there was no one around. There was no one at the top of the loading ramp, though. I'd passed what looked like an office on the way to the loading ramp, so I walked back down the ramp, walked the length of the building in that direction. At least the day was nice – a crisp autumn day – and even though I was not exactly looking forward to unloading the van, I was enjoying being away from the house.

I got the office and tried the door – locked. Cursing, I leaned close the tinted glass, put my hand up and tried to get a look inside. There was a woman leaning against a counter – but no one was behind the counter. I took note of her ass – which was filling out a pair of faded blue jeans nicely. I rapped on the door with my knuckles. She turned around and looked, then looked back at the counter and turned on her heel and started toward the door.

As she came towards me, I noticed the rest of her – dark short hair cut into a bob framing a nice Irish face. Blue eyes, high cheekbones. She wore a faded green t-shirt. I could read "Yellowstone" through the door as she came closer. She was about 5'6" I guessed, not thin, but not overweight. Her jeans, I noticed, rode low on her hips. All in all, she made a pleasant first impression. She was smiling, too, I noticed – as she reached down to unlatch the door.

As the door opened, I said "Hi – do you work –"

She laughed – a sweet little laugh – no – just waiting for the guy to come back with my key. 

"Thanks for letting me in," I managed, and followed her back up to the counter.

We both took up positions at the counter. I pulled out the paperwork Julie had left me and put it in front of me on the countertop. I looked over at the woman standing next to me – she was drumming her fingers on and now appeared to me to be generally annoyed.

"Has he been gone long?" I asked.

She breathed out with a huff…"about 10 minutes..I have no idea what could take him 10 minutes. It took him 10 minutes to open the door for me too! What a way to spend a Sunday."

I laughed – had to agree with that sentiment.

I decided to keep the conversation going – misery does love company after all.

"Moving lots in?"

"Half of an apartment"

"Ouch" I replied.

It occurred to me that she was alone. "Anyone helping you?"

"Someone had too much to drink last night."

"Oh man – that sucks." I could sympathize. I wasn't exactly sure what else to say. Part of me wanted to be chivalrous – the other part of me thought about all of the stuff in my truck.

"Let me know if you need any help" I heard myself say. Well, I guess my subconscious was calling the shots.

"Oh, that's very nice of you," she said, smiling over at me "but I'm sure I can handle it."

"Not a problem – just let me know."

I was noticing more about her now. She had amazingly white skin. She was actually quite pretty, and seemed a little more edgy than her dress had first indicated. She had a tattoo on her arm, I noticed, a Celtic band showing just under her t-shirt sleeve. She looked between 25 and 30 I thought. Younger than me.

I was about to ask her where she was from, just to keep the conversation going, when a door opened in the office behind the counter, and a guy wearing a very stoned expression in a blue jumpsuit bearing the nametag "Wayne" sauntered out from parts unknown.

"Geesh" I said under my breath.

She snickered and looked over at me out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah"

Wayne looked surprised to see me, like his customer had somehow multiplied in his absence.

"Hi," I said – "I need to get my storage key – my wife called ahead?"

Wayne looked at me blankly…then the circuits fired. "Oh – yeah – sure dude – just hold on one sec." 

He turned to my neighbor and said "Here's your key. Just pull up the ramp. There's a dolly at the top."

"Thanks," she said, taking her key and spinning on her heel. She gave me a little wave as she walked to the door. "Good luck!" 

"Um yeah – you too!" I managed in reply, then turned back to Wayne, who was dumbly staring after her.

Wayne took only 5 minutes to find my key, and sent me off with the same instructions. I was to take my truck up the ramp next to where "that chick's" truck was, as he put it. I nodded, took the key and headed back to the truck.

When I returned to my loading ramp, I got in the truck and backed it up the ramp to the entrance, and shut it off. I went inside, and found Wayne maneuvering one of the wooden boxes around with a forklift. He dropped it a few feet from me, gave me a wave and took off down the building towards the office. I noticed as I watched him go that he had dropped a similar box at the adjacent ramp and that the woman from the office was standing in front of it, surveying the back of her truck, her hands on her hips. She was about 30 feet from me.

I called out to her "Hey! He's pretty good with that forklift for a stoner!"

I felt myself flush and kicked myself internally – how lame was that! 

To my surprise and relief, she looked up and laughed. 

"Yeah – now if only I could get stoned before getting this truck unloaded."

I chuckled. "Can't help you there – I'm not storing my bong."

Again she laughed though, to my great surprise! "I am, but it's not loaded."

By this time, I had made my way over to her. 

"That's a shame," I said "it would make the day SO much easier" and smiled at her.

She smiled back. I looked into the back of her truck. It was filled to the roof, and almost all the way back to the door with an amazing variety of stuff - boxes, framed stuff, furniture. 

"That looks like more than half an apartment!" I quipped.

"It was a big apartment"

"Where are you moving from?" I asked

"Boston" – she said – "I'm moving to Philly but my lease doesn't start for two weeks."

"You mean you're going to have to move this again in two weeks" I asked, incredulous.

She looked downcast. 

"Sorry," I said – "you probably didn't need to be reminded of that."

She shook it off and looked me in the eyes – "eh, no big deal – I'm sure my boyfriend will be up for it – after the shit he pulled this morning, he's lucky I'm moving in at all!"

I nodded, thinking "damn lucky."

"Well," she said "off to work."

"Um, yeah" I said "listen – I really can help you move some of this stuff if you like – my truck is full, but it's not nearly as full as yours!"

"Oh – that's cool – I don't want to burden you."

"Really – it's no bother!" I said. All the while, I couldn't believe I was hearing myself say these things. It's not that I'm not generous – well, not generous to a fault – but I've been known to lend a hand or two. But not to total strangers! She was attractive, I had to admit…and something about her made the idea of spending the day moving her stuff and mine more appealing than returning home.

"Well, why don't you see how you feel after unloading your truck" she replied.

That seemed reasonable, I thought, and turned to head back to my loading dock. 

"Oh, hey," she said, "my name's Trish."

I turned around and extended my hand "Don – nice to meet you"

We smiled and shook hands. Her's was cool and small in mine. Then I turned and went back to work.

For the next hour I moved boxes from the truck into the unit. I would look down the way every so often, to see her doing the same. Occasionally I'd see her pause and wipe her brow. I noticed a growing pile of furniture between her truck and her storage unit. She did not look like she was having fun. This was confirmed when I saw her slump down on a box and flip open a cell phone. All I heard was "asshole!" and "I can't believe!.." as she stared at the phone, before flipping it closed and putting it back in her pocket.

. 

I thought about it for all of a second before walking over to her. She heard me coming and looked up from her box. 

"Hey" she said, dejectedly.

"Hey" I said, "not going so well?"

"You could say that"

"Why don't you let me lend a hand – I'm almost done over there anyway."

"Because I'd feel really shitty about it?" she looked up at me.

"That's silly," I said, smiling "and besides – maybe we'll find something to put in that bong of yours."

She laughed. "OK – but at the very least you have to let me buy you a beer."

"Deal" I said, wondering how I would be able to explain being late for dinner because a girl was buying me a beer.

We got to work. 

It was hard work – she had a lot of heavy boxes – lots of books. Which was what we ended up talking about. She was "ABD" – all but dissertation – from Harvard. She had moved down from Boston and was going to live with her boyfriend and spend the next six months writing. Her boyfriend had taken an academic position in Philly. We talked about her work, which was mainly over my head, but it was easy to get caught up in her passion about Jane Austen. At least I'd seen some of the movies lately! It had been a while since I'd picked up a good book. I told her that, and she laughed. She had a good honest laugh I'd noticed, and a sly sense of humor.

Somehow, we ended up talking about marriage and good matches – the conversation arose naturally from our talking about Jane Austen. I surprised myself, and told her all about Julie – and our problems. It was remarkably easy to carry on this conversation while we passed boxes to each other and stacked them in her storage unit. We just chatted and worked. 

After I told her about Julie, he and her boyfriend had talked about it, and clearly living together was a first step. It didn't surprise me when she said that her boyfriend was skating on thin ice after his behavior of that morning. I told her I was kind of surprised at that myself. 

"Well, he's been really distant since he left Boston" she said. She was at the edge of the truck's bay, and put her hand out, bracing herself against the side of the truck. She leaned against it and kind of looked up in the air, thinking to herself…"in fact," she said, looking back at me, "he's been kind of distant for longer than that." She laughed a little, but it wasn't convincing. 

She stayed leaning there, her arm outstretched away from her body. It was well toned – and uniformly white except for her tattoo. Her t-shirt was stained with sweat around the collar and under the arms. I was pretty drenched as well, but the air was cool enough so I wasn't uncomfortable. 

I caught myself staring at the tattoo. When I looked up, it was obvious that she had seen me staring. 

"Where did you get the tattoo?" I asked, trying to cover my embarrassment.

"Oh, this?" She took her arm down and pulling her sleeve up around her shoulder. She looked down at the blue markings and said "I went through a phase. I got it in Boston…and a couple of others."

"I think I missed that phase."

She giggled. "Yeah – sometimes I wish I had too…but each one is a good memory at least."




Storage Locker



"You have more than one?"

"Oh yeah – I have three – this one, one on my ankle and one…"

She caught herself and looked a little uncertain.

I threw caution to the wind.

"One where?"

"Um..." she giggled…"it's kind of hidden."

"Oh really?" I asked, snickering.

She was blushing I noticed. Her face was pink. But she quickly recovered, and looked me in the eyes. 

"Want to see it?"

It was a challenge. 

"Want to show it?"

She looked around the loading bay, then she looked inside the half-filled storage bin. She looked back at me, and motioned for me to follow her. 

She stepped inside the storage bin and walked up to the row of boxes we had most recently piled up. I mutely followed her in and took up a position leaning against the door frame, inside the big wood box.

She smiled at me, and reached down to unbutton her jeans. My mouth felt as dry as a desert and that my cock was stiffening. I looked up at her face for a moment, and she was looking directly at me with a crooked smile.

I looked back down – her jeans were unbuttoned. I could her flat white stomach where her shirt had risen up and the top of her black panties under the fly of her jeans. Trish's fingers were hooked in the waistband of her jeans, preparing to pull them down. 

"Boy – that tattoo must be well hidden" I croaked. It was the best I could do under the circumstances.

"Don – you have no idea" she laughed.

She kicked off her sneakers, which tumbled onto the floor of the storage bin, louder than I expected. I started to wonder about Wayne, but guessed that he was probably stoned in the office. Then, lifting each leg, without taking her eyes off of me, she pulled her jeans down and kicked them away. 

Her black panties were cut high on her hips, and hugged her tightly. I stared at the outline of her mound. My cock was pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.

"So, is the tattoo on your butt?" I ventured, still playing along.

She giggled. "Nope. Any other guesses?"

"Turn around for me," I said, motioning with my finger in a circle.

She obliged, slowly turning a full circle. Her ass was high and tight inside the panties, and her legs were as white as her arms and long. And they were unmarked by any tattoos except a small flower by her ankle.

"Wow" was all I could manage.

She smiled. "Thank you"

"No - thank YOU." 

"Did you see the tattoo?"

"Um, no, I kind of forgot to look. I did see the one on your ankle though!"

"Well, it's kind of hard to see – you have to come closer."

I walked up to her – we were the closest we'd been all day. I was standing in front of her looking down into her eyes, which I noticed for the first time were hazel. She looked up at me.

"You'll never see it from up there," she said, and put her hands on my shoulders.

I almost fainted from the touch – it was so surprising.

She pushed down on my shoulders gently, and my knees gave way. I found myself kneeling on her crumpled jeans, looking at the waistband of her panties.

As I breathed in, I caught her scent – musky and a little sweaty. I breathed in deeply.

"You should take those off" she suggested.

I reached up with my hands, which I had forgotten were my own, and grasped her hips. I felt her cool skin and the material of her panties under my hands, and crooked my fingers under the waistband. I ran my fingers under the waistband until they spanned her hips and my pinkies rested on her ass. Then I started to pull them down.

Her dark pubic unfurled in front of my face as the panties came down. She had a dark matted patch in a perfect triangle shape, and as I pulled her panties down further, I saw the tops of her lips come into view. 

Then I began to notice shapes under the hair and around it. A blue and green vine wound its way under her bush and out of the sides of the triangle. Tendrils crept down where her thighs began and as I pulled her panties down to her knees, I noticed that they crept under her.

Her fragrance was all around me now. She had kept her hands on my shoulders through all of this and now she pushed down with one hand as she lifted a leg to reach down and pull her panties off with the other hand. Then the hands switched and the panties were gone. In the process of lifting her legs, I watched as her lips parted. Her lips were bare of any hair, and were slightly swollen. The vines, I noticed, were on her outer lips as well – very fine lines of verdant growth. There were traces of moisture on her inner lips. I leaned in closer, inhaling her scent, and stuck out my tongue. 

I tilted my face up, reaching for the lines of her tattoo with the tip of my tongue. I was spellbound, tracing the lines up, back, down and around and under, tasting her. She spread her legs wider to give me better access, and I found myself tracing a line to the bottom of her pussy then around and under to her ass, where I found more vines. I reached my hands up behind her to grab her cheeks, feeling their cool weight in my palms and under my fingers. I squeezed, and pulled them apart, looking for tattooed vines . Amazed, I followed a line to her asshole with my tongue. The pigment from the tattoo ended where the pucker of her asshole began. I lingered there, my stiff tongue probing upwards, pursing my lips around her hole. I could feel her bearing down on my tongue and heard her breathing becoming more ragged. I took one hand from her ass, feeling her ass cheek press against my face as it lost my hand's support. I reached under her and cupped her pussy, slipping a finger between her lips. She was slippery, and she started to rock up and down rhythmically, driving my tongue further into her ass as she rubbed her clit against my hand. She tasted amazing – sweaty, salty and a little dirty. I had never rimmed anyone before, and I was loving it. I felt like I was going to cum in my jeans.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. I kept my hand on her pussy, but I must have looked awfully strange with my face pointed up where her ass had been, my tongue out and face wet with my saliva and her sweat.

She looked down at me and smiled.

"Like the tattoo?"

I laughed – "Yeah – but it must have hurt like a bitch!"

"You wouldn't believe it…like I said, it was a phase."

"Well, it tasted good," I said, smiling.

"Your tongue feels amazing" she replied, still looking down at me, "but I need more."

"More what?" I asked – somehow all of the blood in my brain had gone to my cock, so I wasn't thinking straight.

"More of you…in me"

"Ohhhh, more of me, in you – I understand." 

She walked to one of her boxes, labeled "Bathroom" in thick black marker.

She ripped it open, and started rummaging through it. I admired her half-naked body as she did so, leaning over the box, and walked over to her. I positioned myself behind her, my hard cock pressing through my jeans into the cleft of her ass. I slid my hands under her shirt and up her front. I felt her ribs with my fingers, then her bra. She was pushing back against my cock, but still moving things around in the box. I started licking the back of her neck, and running my tongue around the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She sighed a bit, and leaned back towards me. My hands cupped her breasts under her bra. She reached a hand behind her and up the back of her shirt, fiddling with the clasp, and soon had it undone. I pushed her bra up and away from her breasts and let her breasts fill my hands, her hard nipples cool against my fingers. I opened my fingers to clasp the nipples, and gently pinched them, feeling the weight of the breasts and the soft skin in my palms. Trish started grinding back harder against my cock, then pulled away…

"I know they're in here somewhere!" she cried, frantically pulling makeup and tampon boxes out of the box and dropping them on the floor.

"Ah – here they are!" she exclaimed, pulling out a purple box of Trojans. She pulled a row of condoms out, and brought the top packed up to her lips. She grasped the foil in her teeth and pulled with her hand, then turned around, triumphantly holding a naked condom between her fingers – the top of the foil wrapper between her lips. 

"Good thing we met in a storage bin…" I said

"mmm hmm" she replied, and then reached down to my jeans.

I watched as she flicked open the buttons of my fly, then pulled down my jeans by the sides. I was ready to cum, I thought, and started thinking of anything I could to avoid it.  My wife came to mind readily – a momentary flash of guilt eased the urgency, but I managed to suppress it. "I deserve this" I said – thinking that my shrink might be on to something – if you say it enough…I don't think he meant this though.

She pulled down my boxer briefs next. Her fingers lightly brushed my legs as she disrobed me. My cock sprang free, and she slid her fingers back up the front of my thighs, until her hands met by balls. She cupped them in one hand, still holding the condom between her fingers, and her other hand formed and "O" around the base of my cock, her fingers cool and dry. She slid her hand up. A moan escaped my lips. I realized I had not breathed in a while, and took in a long breath, standing stock still, not wanting this to end. As her fingers reached the tip of my cock, she reversed, and her hand slid back down. 

Without a word, she bent her knees and knelt in front of me. Eyeing me, she stuck out her tongue, and while her hand moved deftly up and down and her other hand pulled gently on my balls, she leaned in to lick the cleft of my cock, her tongue pointing straight out and hard. 

"God" was all I could manage. 

"You're going to make me cum like that" I warned her.

She didn't say a word, then opened her mouth and took me in. Her mouth was wet and warm and soft, her lips circling me and her tongue brushing against the crown of my cock. Then almost as soon as she had started, she stopped, and pulled her head back. She brought the condom up, and quickly rolled it down my cock to the base. Then she took me back into her mouth. My hips moved involuntarily, trying to push myself all of the way inside her.

She pulled away and looked up at me

"I want you inside"

She turned around, her back to me, and took up a position leaning over the nearest stack of boxes. Her legs were spread wide and her elbows rested on the box top. 

"I want you in my ass, but you need to be wetter" she said over her shoulder.

I positioned myself behind her, my cock jutting up between her legs, her ass pushing back into my hips. I grabbed her hips, and slid my cock between her lips and she pushed down against me. She reached her hand down and gently pressed the underside of my cock, guiding me into her. Her pussy swallowed my cock inch by inch. I tried not to move too much, afraid of coming too soon before I got to fuck her ass. I let my mind wander, trying to think of anything but the intense pleasure surrounding my cock and wet "squish" every time she pushed back against me. She had moved her hand off my cock, which was now deep inside her, and was stroking her clit while bucking against me. I leaned over her back and reached up and around, feeling for her breasts. I found them, and cupped them as gravity dropped them into my waiting palms, her nipples hard and cool. I grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and started rolling and pulling and a low moan escaped Trish's throat. She moved her hand away from her clit and supported herself against the box with both her hands, her ass pushing back against me rhythmically, my cock pressing up into her. 

"Oh..God…cumming.." she said…and I felt her walls squeezing my cock as she slowed her bodies motion….I stayed still, feeling the cum rising in my balls and not wanting to go over the edge. She pushed back against me, spasms starting again inside her, and her head dropped down onto her arms on the box. She was breathing hard. 

She reached a hand around and touched my hip, pushing me back a bit. I understood she wanted me out of her pussy, and pulled out. Without a word, she fished around behind her with her right hand, and I obligingly adjusted myself so that she found my cock. She bent her knees a bit, and her other hand appeared behind her, grabbing her left butt cheek, and pulling it to one side. Her puckered brown asshole was exposed. I could see the lines of the tattoo again. With her hand wrapped around my slick latex coated and now rock hard cock she guided me towards her. I grabbed her asscheeks, allowing her to remove her hand from there, and pulled them apart so I could see her press the tip of my cock against her hole. She rubbed my still wet cock against herself, and started to bear down against me. She removed her hand, leaving me pressed against her winking hole, spreading her cheeks and looking down in amazement at the sight. Then she licked her fingers and brought them back, rubbing her wet fingers around where the head of my cock rested against her sphincter. 

By now, I didn't think I could hold it any longer. I closed my eyes, since the sight of her below me was overwhelming, and concentrated on holding my cock steady, since she was moving now. She pushed back against me, and I felt the muscles in her hole loosen, and the tip of my cock slip in.

"Mmmmm" she was humming to herself, her hips gently rocking, her hands on the box.

Slowly, she opened for me, and I found myself gripped around the base of my cock by an incredibly tight force. I could feel myself pulsing against it, and I took my hands off her ass cheeks and found her hips. Her cheeks closed against my legs, my cock now deep inside her ass.

"Just stay like that…" she said quietly…

I could hear her breathing deeply. I didn't move a muscle and just leaned against her ass, feeling her around me. It was more open inside her ass than in her pussy, but the pressure exerted by her sphincter was tighter than anything I'd ever felt, and more pleasurable. 

She slowly started rocking again, I felt her start to slowly ride up and down the base of my cock.

"I want you to cum in me" she said.

"Oh man…if you keep doing that I'm going to explode" I gasped.

She didn't say anything, but the tempo of her movement increased slightly and I let myself begin to go. My balls were pulled tight against me and I felt my cock start to swell. I didn't try to hold back now, but pushed back against her ass hard, driving deep into her, pushing her against the box. All I could feel was her asshole around my cock, milking me, and a jet of cum building in my balls and rushing into her waiting ass. 

I don't know what I said as I came – I wish I could remember, but I think I actually blacked out for a moment. I found myself draped over her back, breathing hard and sweating, my cock still hard inside her. 

She giggled a little, and I laughed too. She squeezed me with her ass and another wave of pleasure reached down my spine and emerged from me into her. 

"Oh god," I said…"that was unbelievable."

"That was amazing" she said, standing up a bit. I popped out of her, and stood up, starting to wonder how awkward this was about to become.

She turned around and reached down to grab my still hard penis, unrolling the filled condom. The cool air surrounded my wet skin, and she grabbed me hard. 

She looked up at me, into my eyes, and said "that was JUST what I needed."

I smiled down at her. I reached around her and squeezed her ass cheeks. "Me too."

I could smell her – her ass, her pussy, my cum, all around us in the storage locker. 

* * *

To be continued…



Storage Locker



Ed placed my hand on his cock and asked me to just stroke it. It was immense, even when soft. It was all wet and sticky. Ed asked me if I would like to lick his cock and clean it off. I thought it was only fair, so I stood up and bent over his dick and was just barely able to get his head into my mouth. Ed had one arm up under his head and the other was quietly stroking my hair. It took only a few minutes before he was rock hard again.

Jack had been watching me thru all of this, stroking on his cock. It was definitely hard again too. Jack got up, stood behind me, and guided his dick into my hot wet pussy. His hands were on my hips, pulling me back onto him. My muscles were clenching him, trying to suck him in deeper. Jack reached down and started stroking my very tender and swollen pussy lips and clit. I was holding Ed's balls in my hands, feeling their fullness, with another load that was waiting to explode into me.

We established a rhythm and soon, the three of us came together again. This time, we were completely drained. After a short rest, Jack and Ed helped me get dressed. Since Jack had cut my tshirt off, he took the cut ends and tied a knot under my tits. My shorts had dried somewhat, but would last until I got back to my apartment, and could shower and change clothes.

I gathered up the wet towels, glad to see the mattress was not wet. Both men hugged me tight and gave me deep nice kisses. Jack made a suggestion. Since I now owed them for a cold six pack of beer, why didn't we arrange to meet back at the lockers in exactly one week? Ed grinned and said that I might be interested to see how their locker was set up. He said they had a comfortable area, with overstuffed chairs, as well as a bed. This would provide many different ways to have sex. Might be interesting? Since they had electricity in their locker, they also had a television and a few sex movies I might like to see.

I grinned. I think I could get used to this. They closed up my locker and went in front of me, to unlock the gate so we could leave. I was ready for a shower and a good night's sleep. Yes, maybe being down at the end and out of sight, was going to be very interesting.



Storage Room In A Small Dark Hallway



Special thanks to ashpuppy who took time out of her schedule to edit this for me. 





Storage Room with Dawson



THIS STORY IS FAKE. DO NOT COPY THIS, IT IS MY STORY. NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME. I WROTE THIS FOR A FRIEND. ENJOY. 



I was home for the summer from college and living at home in order to save money, like most students at the age of nineteen. My parent's house was located in the Midwest, about an hour away from my college, in a quaint country-centered suburb of Indiana. My father worked as an IT consultant in Indianapolis and commuted, while my mother worked in town at a small law firm. Every summer since I was 16 I had worked at the law firm doing what I could; filing, answering phones; entering data into the computer system, or even going out to get lunch for everyone in the office. Thanks to my mother being a lawyer well-ingrained in the firm, I also received a hefty pay for my labor. 

Today was my first day of the summer, and I already had a problem: a new employee. My mother's coworker also had a son who had just graduated high school, and they had hired him part-time throughout his Senior Year and into the summer. This caused a bit of a spacing issue because the other guy, Jared, had taken over my cubicle in the back of the office. Still, the lawyers at the firm had decided they wanted us both and moved things around in the cubicle so that Jared and I could both fit. 

Jared was a nice enough guy. He was my height (about 5' 8") with an average build, donning dark brown hair and bright green eyes. His skin was slightly tanned, but mostly pale. I, on the other hand, was 5'8" with a slightly larger build due to the Freshmen Fifteen, dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes with pale skin. We were basically complete opposites, not only in looks, but in hobbies as well. It turned out that Jared was a basketball player in comparison to my College Actor Status. He enjoyed outdoor activities like biking and hiking, and I liked to read and write stories. His goal was to become a sports newscaster and I wanted to become a book editor. Putting these two personalities together in one cubicle was not the smartest thing our parents had done. 

"Jared? Dawson? Can you guys go get files A-K from the basement and start bringing them up to be digitized? Once they are up here, start inputting them into the system, please." My mother asked as she turned the corner into our shared cubicle. 

Jared and I looked at her and said yes, then got up to go down to the basement storage room. 

The basement storage room was what one would expect, just from the name itself. It was dark, damp, and full of cobwebs, but it was the only place large enough to fit the hundreds of files the firm had dealt with over the years. Most of the earlier cases, from the early 00's and 90's were still put away in boxes. We maneuvered through the basement, silent as always, until we reached the back of the basement where the beginning of the alphabetized boxes began on heavy, steel shelves. 

"Here, Dawson, let's start pulling boxes out and then take them up in bulk. That sound okay?" Jared asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Just be careful, those shelves are old and move a lot." I replied.

Jared started pulling the boxes out and passing them to me. Dust was clogging up the air and making us both sneeze. Jared was trying to pull the boxes labeled "C", but it seemed to be stuck between the shelves. 

"Hey, Dawson, can you come help me with this? It seems to be stuck." Jared grunted as he tried to pul the box out again.

I stepped over some of the boxes that were on the floor and came up behind Jared, and then put my hands on the box. We both started pulling on the box to no avail. 

"Dawson, come up behind me and help me pull from this angle." Jared said.

I moved back behind Jared and put my hands over the box, trying not to be flush up against Jared. 

"Dawson, come on, don't worry about personal space and just help me."

I moved forward a little more and was flush up against Jared in the tight space. His body was rigid with trying to pull the box out from the shelf. My arms were tight around him as I tried helping to pull the box out. My own body was rigid, not from the strain, but from my uncomfortableness at the situation. 

The truth was that I found Jared quite attractive, even if we didn't have anything in common with one another. His body was nice and he was decently attractive; polite; handsome; and nice. This, coupled with our close quarters and my lack of sex in weeks started to turn me on. Thankfully, or not, the box came loose from the shelf and Jared and I came tumbling backwards and fell flat on our asses. The box had landed just in front of the shelf, whereas Jared and I were lying on the ground a foot or two away. 

Jared's back was flat against my chest and he was sprawled out on top of me. The wind had been slightly knocked out of my lungs and my back hurt like hell on the cold concrete. 

"Uh, Jared, you're a nice guy and all, but could you please get off of me?" I asked, my breaths shallow.

"Oh, sorry, Dawson!" Jared said and rolled off me and laid down on the floor. 

We both laid down there for a few minutes, trying to catch our breaths. 

"This fucking sucks." I said, trying to sit up.

"Yeah. It does." Jared whined and propped himself up against a wall, and pulling out a small pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. "You want one?"

I looked at him for a moment, at the pack, and then at him. We weren't supposed to be smoking in the building, and he knew that. It looked like Jared didn't care, because before I knew it he had a cigarette lit and dangling from his curvy lips. 

"Um, yeah. Pass one over." I replied and reached out. He handed me the pack and a lighter. 

I began fumbling with the lighter, my hands slightly shaky. The flame kept coming on but my hands had started sweating and my grip on the lighter slipped every time I lit it. 

"Here, let me." Jared said and took the light from my grasp.

In a second, my cigarette was lit and I was puffing smoke. It was still dark in the basement, but the glow from our cigarettes cast enough light to see shadows here and there. I watched Jared inhale deeply and exhale smoke in a straight line. We were sitting side by side, smoking, and relaxing with boxes surrounding us almost four feet in the air.

Eventually, we both started talking. I asked him what school he planned on going to in order to get his major. He asked me the same in return. This kind of conversation led into more personal things like our friends and goals. From there the conversation abruptly switched into an unknown territory for me: sex. I had never been really close to anyone before, so talking about sex and sexual desires with another guy was new to me. I let him do most of the talking because I had only slept with one girl before, and that was in the beginning of high school before realizing I was gay. 

Jared was talking about a girl from the cheerleading team he had nailed after a big basketball game when I realized I was getting turned on by it. Hearing him talk about getting off was getting me hard and horny easily. Unfortunately, mini-me was extremely turned on and began to rise. I bent my legs in a fashion so Jared wouldn't notice, but whenever he took a drag from his cigarette I could see him staring at my crotch. 

"So, there I was, in the back of my Jeep Cherokee with this girl, out in the middle of nowhere. My pants were down, she was under me as I rammed into her, when all of a sudden a car drives by and pulls up next to us!" Jared exclaimed.

"Holy shit, what did you do?" I asked.

"Well, I pulled out as fast as I could and jumped into the front passenger seat, wearing only a shirt and socks. This girl was crying saying 'We can't be caught! We can't be! If my parents find out, we are both going to be dead!' and I was freaking out trying to turn the car on. Finally it started and I put the car in reverse and then bolted forward as fast as I could before I saw the car." Jared said.

"What next?" I asked.

"Well, this girl moved into the front seat and calmed down the farther we got away. I was still excited and hard, and super horny. I asked if she was okay, and she replied by putting her mouth on my cock so fast I almost swerved off the road. She was horny as well, and so I fingered her while I drove around and she sucked my cock. It was the second craziest thing I've ever done." Jared said and put out his cigarette on the cement floor. 

"The second?" I asked. "What was the number one craziest thing you've ever done?"

Jared went silent for a few seconds and looked at me. 

"You're trustworthy, aren't you, Dawson?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"And you promise not to tell anyone?" he asked.

"Yeah, I promise." I replied. 

He stared at me.

"The craziest thing I've ever done is fuck my best guy friend from high school." Jared said, looking straight into my eye. 

My heart stopped and a little bit of the end of my cigarette fell off as I looked him dead in the eyes. My cock started to stir even more now that the subject matter had changed over to my kind of subject matter. 

"How was it?" I asked, hesitantly. "I mean, how did it feel? Did you like it?'

"It was actually really great. We had both been naked around each other hundreds of times before since middle school, so it wasn't awkward at all. It was the second semester of Senior Year and he came to me and told me that he was having some problems. I asked him if I could help, and he told me I probably could. It was at school, so I told him to swing by my place after classes and we could talk about what was wrong. So, 3 o'clock came around and we both ended up at my house. It was there he told me he thought he was gay. I asked him how he knew, and he said that was the problem. He wasn't one hundred percent sure because he'd only ever had sex with girls before. He told me he watched some gay porn and it turned him on a lot." at this point Jared had started rubbing the front of his pants while I listened eagerly. "So, he asked me if I would help him. I didn't know how I could help him, since I wasn't gay, but then he spelled it out for me. He pulled out some condoms and lube and asked me to fuck him. He said he wanted someone he cared about to help him understand his feelings. At first, I freaked out and told him no, but then he convinced me to. I was really close to the guy and I would do almost anything to help him out. So we made out a little, and then he blew me, and then I fucked his tight ass."

I stared at Jared, hard as a rock, and almost moaned. I could feel precum dripping from my cock because I was so turned on by Jared's story. I looked down and saw that Jared was turned on as well. He was rubbing hard at his crotch, his eyes slightly closed. I started rubbing my own bulge and watched him. Jared opened his eyes and looked me dead in the eye while rubbing himself.

"Oh fuck it." I said and pushed myself forward until I was kissing Jared on the mouth.

Jared kissed me back and pushed me into the concrete, pulling himself up over me. His crotch jutted forward and rubbed into my own crotch. Our hard cocks rutted against one another as we kissed. I hastily pulled Jared's shirt off and started taking off his pants, while he mimicked me in my movements. Before long we had nothing on but our naked skins. 

Jared kissed up and down my jawline before nipping at my neck and moving down my body, ravenous with sexual desire. In one swift movement, Jared stuffed my little-larger-than-average cock down his throat. I cried out in pleasure but muffled it in case someone upstairs could hear us. Jared sucked, and he sucked hard, on every inch of my cock and balls. I was writhing in a mixture of pleasure so intense it almost hurt. Before long I felt I would explode and I told him so.

"No! Don't come yet." He said and came off of my cock. 

I sat up and tackled him to the floor while he tried readjusting himself. I was kissing and biting his body all the way down to his decently sized cock. I sucked on the head and jacked his cock at the same time, making him writhe on the cold floor. I tweaked his nipple while I sucked and I could feel his want building. I came off of his dick and looked up at him while slowly jerking him off.

"I want you to fuck me like you fucked your friend." I said.

"But, I don't have a condom or lube." He replied.

I kissed him hard and jerked his cock.

"I don't care. Just fuck me." I said and turned around so my ass was facing him and his cock.

"Okay." Jared said and lined himself up with my ass. 

Within seconds I felt the pressure of his cock entering my hole. It was another mixture of pleasure and pain and it felt glorious. He kissed the back of my neck as he pushed himself forward. I almost cried out in pain but stopped myself short to be quiet. Another second and Jared had all six and a half inches in my ass, filling my tight hole. Within seconds Jared was plowing my ass so good I was filled with ecstasy. 

Jared wasn't moving fast enough for my full enjoyment so I started pushing myself back onto his dick all the way into me. My cock was rock hard and my body felt like it was on fire. Jared was grunting and pushing forward with as much effort as he could. I felt like I was going to be split in two. 

"Dawson, I'm going to cum." Jared moaned into my ear. 

"Cum in my mouth." I replied and pulled him out, bending down in front of him. 

Jared jerked his cock hard and moaned until it shot out into my waiting mouth. Mouthfuls after mouthfuls of cum pooled into my mouth as I guzzled it down and jerked myself off. When Jared had finished he bent down himself and sucked my cock. It seemed like the minute his lips touched my cock head I shot the largest load I had ever shot before, emptying my balls. 

We laid down beside each other, enjoying the reprieve of the cold concrete on our overheated bodies. We were breathing shallowly and staring at each other, smiling for a few moments more before quickly getting dressed and pulling the boxes upstairs for our parents. 

Before I left work later that night, Jared gave me his number. I think we'll be the best of cubicle buddies for a long time.



Storage Wars:  Nabila and Brandi



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.


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It came as no surprise to me that there were people who mistakenly believed that Nabila was a complete bitch. I'd been dealing with peoples' misconceptions about me for a long time so I understood. In fact, when Nabila and I first met, she initially approached me solely based on my appearance. Of course, I didn't mind because I thought she was pretty hot, too, but it didn't take long before she realized that I'm no dumb blonde. Had I been a dumb blonde, I suspect that, if we'd even ended up having a relationship, it would have been short-lived, though undoubtedly intensely physical. As it dawned on her during our first conversation that I not only could hold up my end of it but was keeping up with any topic she threw at me, she confessed that she had misjudged me. This led to a discussion about how people perceived her based on the reality TV show, Storage Wars, that she occasionally appeared on. Of course, I had no illusion that reality TV was completely real but she gave me the insider's view of how, even through editing the show, the producers could make it appear as though things had happened a certain way when in actuality they had not.

I had never seen the show before and therefore had no preconceptions about her so it may have been a combination of that and her realizing the truth about me that led us to spend that night together. I appreciated being able to enjoy her tight body, her big tits, her sweet ass, her hot pussy and her incredible oral skills then sit in bed and have an intelligent conversation as we recovered. As a result, we ended up spending a lot of time together right away, though not all of it in bed or even naked. When she found out about one of the storage unit auctions being filmed for use on the show, she asked me to come along with her to get a look for myself at how things went down. Then, when the show aired, I could see how it ended up being edited. It wasn't that she thought I didn't believe what she'd told me, but she thought I'd find it interesting to actually witness it firsthand.

Because I didn't watch the show, I didn't know any of the other regulars, although Nabila did introduce me to most of them. I got some good-natured grief about being Nabila's boy toy or being eye candy for the show but Nabila told me privately to wait and see what they all said on camera behind my back. Though I did ultimately find out that Nabila was accused of bringing me along just as a distraction, that definitely was not our intention. I did, however, have that impact on one of the regulars and it was so apparent that not only did we both pick up on it but when the show actually aired, that was one of the things that got played up and made more dramatic than it actually had been.

Brandi and her husband, Jarrod, are regulars on the show and Brandi seems pretty tough, though not as tough as Nabila, and she's definitely attractive, too, though not as attractive as Nabila. I could almost feel her staring at me regardless of where I was standing and I caught her looking at me countless times during the auction. I smiled my most charming smile at her when her husband wasn't glaring at me but I wasn't sure what else to do. Because she'd noticed it too, Nabila and I talked about it later and she didn't give me any of that "do you think she's pretty" crap; she straight out said that she thought Brandi was pretty hot and that she was sure that Brandi would look good naked.

I'm pretty sure I hadn't been dreaming about Brandi the next morning when Nabila noticed that I was pitching a tent under the covers. If I had been dreaming about her, I wish I could have remembered how she looked naked. Once Nabila flipped back the covers to expose my rigid tool then knelt beside me and wrapped her lips around it, though, any remnants of a dream about Brandi would have vaporized, anyway. I moaned as her lips moved up and down my cock and my gaze moved from her mouth wrapped around my tool to her amazingly succulent breasts and the curve of her sweet ass. When she straightened up on her knees, I was glad that so much sunlight was flooding into her bedroom because I loved to ogle her naked body. Her tits were unbelievable, topped with large, dark areolas and thick, hard nipples. She moved over me on her knees, grasping my cock and guiding it toward the dark brown strip of fur that surrounded her pussy.

We both moaned as her hot pussy engulfed my throbbing tool and she started to ride it. I reached up to fondle her succulent tits, brushing my palms over her hard nipples. We'd been together a couple of months by this point and I couldn't see myself ever tiring of her amazing tits. By the same token, I couldn't see myself tiring of anything about her, especially her sex drive. We were incredibly sexually compatible and it was rare that we weren't both cumming a few times a day. As she rode me harder and faster, I continued to caress her tits while also watching as they started bouncing. Her pussy, which had been incredibly hot and wet when my cock had first slipped into it, became even more so the longer she was riding me. I was nowhere close to cumming yet, but I knew she was building toward her typical momentous orgasm.

When she leaned forward, planting a hand on either side of my head, her tits were right in my face so I took the opportunity to lick and suck her thick, hard nipples. She moaned even louder as I did this, rocking up and down on my cock hard and fast. I reached down for her ass while continuing to orally work on her nipples, pulling her down on my cock each time she rocked backwards while pushing up into her as deeply as I could. I don't know if I could have said which I loved more: having my hands on her bare ass, licking and sucking her hard nipples or sliding my cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Fortunately, there were many times that I didn't have to choose one over the other and could simply do all three at the same time. It appeared that she loved all three, as well, as her pussy continued to become even hotter and wetter the longer she rode my cock and the closer she got to cumming.

Finally, she slammed herself down on my cock and just sat there, her body shaking as her orgasm coursed through it. I let my head drop back and stared at her succulent tits, though my hands remained on her ass. I knew that, once she'd finished cumming and had recovered enough, she'd move right on to whatever she wanted to do next. This time, she rolled off and lay beside me, her chest still heaving as she continued to catch her breath. She didn't need to send me an engraved invitation, though, and I was quickly on my knees, straddling her as I lay my cock between her titties. I squeezed them together around my throbbing cock and started to slowly fuck her cleavage, savoring the feel of the soft, smooth skin against my tool.

She was watching the head of my cock as it barely peeked out from between her tits while my attention was on her nipples and areolas, which my thumbs were brushing over as I held her tits together. Her hot, wet pussy had felt incredible as I'd slid my cock in and out of it but her tits felt an entirely different kind of incredible as I fucked them. My orgasm was slowly building and I tried not to pick up the pace but only managed to be minimally successful with that. I wasn't fucking her tits hard but, as I got closer and closer to cumming, I was fucking them a bit faster. The level of pleasure that I was feeling continued to build until I started spewing onto her sternum with a grunt. Her eyes went wide and she stuck out her tongue as my cum repeatedly spurted toward her. I continued to slide my cock between her succulent tits even after I was spent, stopping only once it had started to soften.

I moved off to lie beside her as she used a finger to clean off the cum and feed it into her mouth. Once she was done, she smiled sheepishly at me and we both got out of bed, heading down to the kitchen for coffee. We were sitting naked at the table a little while later, each with a cup of steaming coffee in front of us, when she confessed something to me.

"You know," she said, "I actually wouldn't mind getting my hands on Brandi's body."

"Yeah, you and everyone else at those auctions," I replied, "but, unlike them, I believe that, if you put your mind to it, you can make it happen. I assume you're working on a plan."

"I haven't given it too much thought yet," she said, "I suppose I could just invite her over for drinks sometime."

"Hmm, I don't know," I responded, "Sounds a little predatory. Invite the young lady over, ply her with alcohol, have your way with her."

"Well, help me think of something then," she requested.

"What about the pool?" I asked after we'd been sitting quietly, thinking, for a bit, "Invite her over to swim. You're both in your skimpiest of bikinis. I start slathering you with sunscreen, making sure I get it all over your tits and ass and inner thighs while she watches. Then you ask her if she'd like you or me to take care of her. If she chooses you, you're in like Flynn."

"That sounds an awful lot like one of those stories we were reading on that erotica website the other night," she replied, "the one with the two big-titted girls and the four guys putting sunscreen on them then fucking them all night."

"Oh, yeah, right," I replied, sporting wood under the table as I'd been picturing the two of them.

"Plus, on the off chance the weather is bad," she continued, "we'd need a back-up plan."

We sat there, drinking our coffee and thinking, though I admit that I was thinking more about big tits, bikinis and sunscreen.

"I've got it," she finally said, "Spa day! I invite her to join me at the spa, say I won a spa day for two or something. Tell her it's not about forming an alliance or anything but something like how we need to be united in the face of this skanky ho they're trying to make a regular on the show."

There was new couple the producers were apparently trying to get to regulars status and the woman was at least as well-endowed as Brandi, though maybe not quite as much as Nabila, but certainly not nearly as pretty as either of them. She did, however, wear low cut tops and shorts or skirts that were very short. Brandi and Nabila weren't against wearing something tight to show off what the good Lord gave them but neither was willing to expose more than was necessary since the show was supposed to be about storage unit auctions, not about tits. There had been some grumbling about this woman among the regulars, including the guys, which was a clear indication that her presence wasn't appreciated. I hadn't met her the day I was there, but I trusted Nabila's opinion.

I don't know if she started thinking about what she wanted to do to Brandi or maybe just about seeing her naked at the spa, but Nabila got up and came around to me as I stared at her hot body, her tits bouncing as she moved. I was still sporting wood from thinking about the bikinis and sunscreen so I moved my chair out from the table and she smiled widely when she saw my throbbing tool. She straddled me on the chair, holding the back as I guided my cock to her approaching pussy. She lowered herself onto it and we both moaned, then she brought her lips to mine as she started to slowly ride it. As we started to make out, my hands went to her sweet ass and caressed her soft, smooth cheeks as they moved up and down. Once again, her pussy was hot and wet and felt incredible as it moved up and down my cock and I knew I only deserved partial credit for getting her that way. If thinking about getting naked with Brandi got her that worked up, I had no doubt that she'd actually successfully end up naked with her.

As she picked up the pace while her pussy became even wetter and more engorged, she ended up having to pull her mouth from mine so that she could moan freely. She threw her head back allowing me the opportunity to watch her tits bouncing while still holding her ass. I started forcing my cock up each time she came down to give her as much of it as I could manage while pushing her closer and closer to her second orgasm of the morning. I could tell by then, by the noises she was making and the way her pussy was feeling, when she was right on the verge of cumming and, though it typically didn't take much time, she was there even more quickly than normal. Just as with earlier that morning, she was way ahead of me but I knew that she'd take care of me in a highly pleasurable way after she'd cum.

As I watched her tits bouncing even harder the closer she got to cumming, I was once again grateful for our fortuitous meeting and that I was actually able to keep up with her sexually. When she dropped down hard on my lap, her tits gave one last bounce then jiggled as her body trembled while her orgasm washed over her. She let out a noise that sounded like a combination of pleasure, relief and gratitude, if that makes any sense. She humped my cock a couple more times as she was cumming but, once she'd apparently finished, she sat still with it still embedded inside her as she was catching her breath. When she finally came back to herself, she opened her eyes and smiled at me, then gave me a quick kiss before climbing off my lap and kneeling in front of me. The first thing she did in that position was to squeeze my still rigid cock between her tits and slide them up and down it. Of course it was much easier the way we'd done it earlier that morning but I appreciated the effort and savored the pleasurable feeling, then didn't hold it against her when she didn't try to do it for long.

When she let go of her tits, she grasped my cock and pumped it while licking around the head before engulfing it in her hot mouth. As much as I loved fucking both her tits and her hot pussy, her oral skills were quite noteworthy and I always relished her blowjobs. Though it wasn't the first time I'd been sitting in her kitchen naked in the morning light while she expertly sucked my cock, I still found the situation added to the eroticism of the act, almost as though somebody could walk in on us at any moment. What I really liked was that she was so worked up that she had to take me right where we were at the moment. To have the body and the beauty she had and still be so highly sexual was combination of traits that I was thankful for every single day.

I watched as her lips slid up and down my shaft, no longer even thinking about Brandi or bikinis or sunscreen. The pleasure I was experiencing was all due to Nabila's talented mouth and she had my orgasm building steadily. Even when she paused to give her jaw a break, tonguing my balls while pumping my cock in her hand, the level of pleasure didn't diminish. My cock was swelling even more the closer I got to cumming and she remained focused, enthusiastically sucking me. When I finally exploded into her mouth, she didn't even hesitate but continued to blow me even as she was swallowing my load. She nursed every last drop out of me then let my cock fall from her mouth as she sat back on her heels.

She wanted to get her plan in motion as quickly as possible so, after we'd showered together, and fucked again, she headed off to the spa to get a gift package for two. The next time there was an auction, she went with the primary goal of getting a chance to talk to Brandi and the secondary goal of buying units. She didn't have me go along but told me later how she and Brandi had bonded over disparaging remarks about Casey's revealing outfit of the day and how, if she took her top off, her tits would probably be down at her knees. Before the day was over, she'd found the opportunity to invite Brandi to join her at the spa while explaining the goal of solidarity against Casey. She told me that Brandi seemed surprised but not suspicious and thought it would be a fun opportunity for the two of them to bond further. Nabila just told her to check her schedule then she'd go ahead and book it.

It didn't bother me in the least when she arrived home that night completely fired up over Brandi and took out her sexual aggression on me. After fucking my brains out, we talked about the plan for the day at the spa because, since she wasn't certain that Brandi was bisexual, she figured I should be there. Since we both knew that Brandi was attracted to me, if she didn't have any bi experience, it made sense to us that it would be easier to initiate some if I was involved. Obviously the two of us weren't going to seduce her right there in the spa so we decided to get a room since the spa was integrated within a hotel. We then came up with a plan to get her up to the room and agreed that it made sense to get it for the night before, too. This would assure that Nabila had a key to the room when they were done at the spa and they wouldn't have to waste any time going through check in. It would also make it less suspicious that I just happened to be there when they arrived. Once Brandi called Nabila with a day that she was free, Nabila booked their treatments and the room after telling Brandi to make sure that she planned on spending the entire day at the spa.

On the morning of their treatment, Nabila made sure that she was down in the lobby of the spa waiting when Brandi arrived. Since I wasn't there, she told me all about the day after the fact. The first thing they did after checking in was to go into the locker room so they could strip down and slip into robes provided by the spa. I could just imagine how anxious Nabila must have felt as well as how horny despite the number of orgasms I'd been able to provide her with since we'd checked into the room the previous afternoon. She said she was just trying to remain completely casual, as though she undressed in front of other women all the time, rather than trying too hard to catch a glimpse or two of Brandi as she undressed. She just started stripping off her clothes and stood there chatting with Brandi as she pulled her dress up over her head.

She took the opportunity while Brandi's head was inside the dress to stare at her in just a bra and panties, which was the same thing she had on by that point. As Brandi was hanging her dress in the locker, revealing that her panties were of the thong variety, Nabila reached back to unfasten her bra so that she was slipping out of it just as Brandi turned back toward her. She pretended that she didn't notice as Brandi stared momentarily at her succulent breasts before she turned to put her bra in her locker. When she turned back, Brandi was slipping out of her own bra.

"I don't know what Dave Hester is talking about," Nabila said, taking the opportunity to admire Brandi's tits, "those look 100% real to me."

"Yeah, what a dick," Brandi replied, cupping her tits, "but I assume he doesn't have much experience with tits in three dimensions."

They both laughed as they simultaneously started to slide their panties down, their big tits swinging. Although she would have preferred to watch Brandi's tits swinging, then take a look at her from behind before getting a look at her fully naked, Nabila was confident that she just needed to be patient. She did glance at Brandi's pussy as they both straightened up again and was pretty certain that Brandi did the same.




Storage Wars:  Nabila and Brandi



"Waxed?" she asked, noting that Brandi's pussy was free of any fur, "You could probably have had them take care of that here."

"I've got a standing appointment," Brandi replied, "You going to do yours?"

"Oh no," Nabila said, "my man loves my landing strip."

"You never know," Brandi suggested, "he might love it even more smooth."

"If he loved it any more than he already does," Nabila replied, "I don't know if I'd be able to walk."

They both laughed again but I knew that Nabila was planting a seed or maybe actually nurturing a seed that had already been planted. They slipped into their robes and closed their lockers then went on to get their spa treatments underway. They spent the next several hours together, essentially naked, as they were scrubbed and wrapped and massaged and, ultimately, found themselves soaking together. Not only did Nabila have plenty of opportunity to check out Brandi's body from various angles, but she said she wouldn't have been surprised if their attendants hadn't had to relieve a little sexual tension themselves after spending the day with the two of them. They were both women but they had both had some intimate contact with both Brandi and Nabila and Nabila figured that, since they weren't made of stone, they must have experienced some arousal as a result. If it hadn't been for Brandi, Nabila might have felt a little bit of attraction to either one of them herself.

Once all was said and done, they were heading back to the locker room in their robes, feeling completely blissful.

"Were you planning to shower here?" Brandi asked.

"Actually, I've got a room upstairs," Nabila replied, "I was going to shower up there. You should just come up."

"Really?" Brandi asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course," Nabila said, trying to sound completely offhand, "I'll bet it's even nicer than what's available down here."

"Okay," Brandi agreed, cheerfully. They gathered all of their stuff from the lockers and just headed up to the room in their robes. Nabila shot me a quick text while pretending to just check her phone while they waited for the elevator. By the time they were entering the room, I was just lying there casually on the bed wearing nothing but gym shorts. It turned out that the hotel also had a nice gym so I'd gone to work out but had not showered yet. Because they were in mid-conversation as they entered, Brandi didn't notice me immediately. When she did, she stopped in her tracks and whatever she'd been saying trailed off.

"Hi, Sweetie," Nabila said, coming over to give me a kiss while ignoring Brandi's reaction, "You remember Brandi, of course."

"Hi, Brandi," I said, getting up and walking over to her, "It's nice to see you again."

"Hi," she replied, her eyes going to my chest and abs as I shook her hand.

"We decided to come up here to shower," Nabila said, "Brandi, check out the shower. It's big enough for all of us at once."

I smiled at Nabila, noting how subtly she'd planted that seed. No wonder she was so good at getting what she wanted. She followed Brandi toward the bathroom and they set their things down on the way there. I heard some conversation but couldn't make out exactly what was being said then Nabila was in the doorway beckoning for me to join them. I got there in time to see Nabila helping Brandi slip out of her robe. She turned to hang it up, giving me a smile of pure joy then we both watched Brandi's bare ass as she stepped into the huge shower and turned on the water. I reached around Nabila and untied her belt once Brandi had turned to face our direction again. I watched her reaction through the clear glass as I opened Nabila's robe, revealing her luscious tits and her dark brown landing strip. I could see her eyes drinking in Nabila's hot body then mine dropped to her tits and her smooth pussy. When Nabila slipped out of her robe and moved to join Brandi in the shower, I turned to hang it up as my gym shorts tented out in front of me. When I turned back, I could see that they were both watching, waiting for me to drop my shorts and join them.

Nabila was smiling but Brandi was just attentive so I started to push my shorts down and my cock sprung out. Their eyes went wide and my shorts were quickly hitting my ankles and I was kicking them aside. I stepped through the glass door and closed it behind me, my cock growing even harder as I stared at their naked bodies. Nabila handed me the body wash then she and Brandi turned their backs on me so I could help them reach the areas that they couldn't. Starting with Brandi, I lathered up my hands and ran them over her back and down her arms, then along her waist and over her stomach. Finally, after my fingertips nearly reached her pussy, I cupped her breasts as I lathered them and ran my palms over her hard nipples. Turning to Nabila, I lathered my hands up again and started to give her the same treatment.

As I was sliding my hands along Nabila's waist and around to her stomach, Brandi squatted down beside me and turned me slightly toward her then took my cock in her hand. She pumped it a few times then leaned in and took it in her mouth. The moan that slipped out as her hot mouth engulfed my cock caused Nabila to look around then down at Brandi sucking my cock. She looked back up at me and smiled as I was lathering up her tits then turned so she could watch Brandi as I continued lathering her tits from the front. Brandi was definitely an experienced cocksucker and I relished the feel of her mouth sliding up and down my tool but I was really hoping that she was also bisexual since Nabila had been the one who'd wanted to make this happen. I helped Nabila reposition so that her pussy was right next to Brandi's head as I continued to fondle her succulent tits.

Brandi didn't fail to notice that Nabila's landing strip was so close to her face and, when she eventually took a break from sucking my cock while continuing to pump it, she turned and ran her tongue up Nabila's slit. Nabila let out a moan and reached for Brandi's head, humping her pussy toward Brandi's face. Brandi lapped at Nabila's pussy for a minute or two then went back to sucking my cock. She alternated back and forth, initially spending more time sucking my cock but ultimately giving us equal time. I slipped out of her grasp at one point when she was focused on Nabila and got down on my knees behind her. She was on her knees by this point, too, so I just guided my throbbing cock into her smooth pussy from behind, causing her to moan into Nabila's pussy. Her pussy felt outstanding and it was obvious how fired up she was just by how hot and wet it was.

I started out holding onto her waist as I was sliding my cock in and out of her and, without my cock to pump, she had a hand free to slip a couple of fingers up into Nabila's pussy. My attention went from Brandi's ass, which was jiggling each time my hips tapped against it, up to her head rocking against Nabila's pussy, beyond that to Nabila's luscious tits and finally up to see the look of pure ecstasy on Nabila's face. I smiled then, as my gaze dropped back down to Nabila's tits, my hands slid up to cup Brandi's. I caressed the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples while continuing to slide my cock in and out of her pussy, which seemed to be getting even hotter and wetter the longer I was fucking her. I had no doubt that Nabila's pussy was becoming hotter and wetter as Brandi was eating it, too, and judging by her moans, Brandi was doing a commendable job of it. Assuming that Nabila was pretty close to cumming, I slipped a hand down to stroke Brandi's clit to help her along so she wasn't left in the dust. As for me, I was definitely enjoying sliding my cock in and out of Brandi's pussy, but I wasn't close to cumming yet myself.

Nabila ended up cumming first, which didn't surprise me because she had been looking forward to this experience for a while where Brandi may not have even given it any consideration until just a little while ago. I had leaned to one side so that I could watch Brandi's tongue running up Nabila's slit and over her clit as I continued to fuck her and stroke her clit. When I heard Nabila let out a cry, I looked up and watched her trembling, her tits jiggling, as she came. Brandi continued lapping at her clit and fingering her as she came long and hard while I continued fucking Brandi. Once Nabila appeared to have finished cumming and had leaned back against the wall as she was catching her breath, Brandi started pushing back against my incoming thrusts. I took her by the hips so I could fuck her harder and she appeared to reach down between her legs to take over stroking her clit. Her moaning was echoing through the shower enclosure and I could tell that she was right on the verge of cumming.

When she finally gave a shove backwards and just held there as she let out a cry, I could feel her trembling as she came. I gave her a moment then went back to sliding my cock in and out of her, savoring the increase in her natural lubrication. Her orgasm appeared to be at least as long and intense as Nabila's had been and I knew this would make Nabila happy because it would likely override any second thoughts she might end up having. The way she took to sucking my cock and eating Nabila's pussy, though, made me think that any such second thoughts were probably pretty unlikely.

Nabila must have recovered by the time Brandi finished cumming because she grabbed the body wash I'd been using on them and knelt with Brandi while indicating for me to stand. I slipped my cock out of Brandi's pussy and stood as the two of them slathered each other's tits with the body wash then also lathered up my cock. Nabila squeezed my soapy cock between her soapy tits and I started to fuck them, moaning at the pleasurable feeling. Brandi took over after a couple of minutes, giving me the opportunity to fuck her tits for the first, but hopefully not last, time. While they weren't as big as Nabila's, fucking them didn't feel any less pleasurable. They alternated back and forth as my orgasm was building and I was savoring the feel of four outstanding tits squeezing against my cock.

Between the soft, smooth flesh and the lubrication due to the body wash, it was no surprise that it didn't take very long before I was on the verge of cumming. When I ended up spewing onto Brandi's chest with a moan, my cum became lost in the lather that had continued churning as I'd been fucking their tits. I continued fucking her tits until I was completely spent then stepped back, my cock starting to shrink. The two of them stood and we still needed to finish up getting them cleaned since we'd ended up interrupting that process with a few orgasms. This time, knowing that Brandi wouldn't have any issue with it, Nabila was lathering her up while I was lathering up Nabila. It didn't take long before we'd rinsed away the remnants of their spa treatments and they were ready to get back to having orgasms.

We shut off the shower and grabbed some towels with Nabila drying off Brandi as I dried off Nabila. Once the two of them were dry and apparently well worked up, Nabila took Brandi by the hand as I finished drying myself off. Not wanting to miss anything, I was watching from the doorway as Nabila led Brandi to the bed and had her lie in the middle of it. Nabila then knelt on the bed between Brandi's spread legs with her ass up in the air. I still wasn't quite ready to go again or I would have knelt behind Nabila and immediately slipped into her pussy. Instead, once I joined them, I lay beside Brandi and started fondling her tits as Nabila started eating her smooth pussy. I was watching Nabila's tongue at work while caressing Brandi's tits until Brandi pulled my head around so that we could make out. The blood was flowing back to my cock thanks to the visual of Nabila eating Brandi's pussy, Brandi's tongue in my mouth and the feel of Brandi's tits when she reached down grasp my growing cock.

My cock continued growing as she stroked it but, as her tongue explored my mouth, I figured there was an even better way. I got up and positioned myself so that I could guide my nearly rigid cock into Brandi's mouth. As she started sucking it and it continued to grow harder, I was once again watching as Nabila was devouring Brandi's pussy. It wasn't much longer before I was fully rigid and, though I considered just having Brandi continue to suck me off, she was starting to moan more due to Nabila's talented tongue, so I moved around behind Nabila on my knees. I guided my cock into her hot, slippery pussy, causing her to moan as my cock filled her. As usual, her pussy felt outstanding so I was appreciating the feel of fucking her while, I presumed, also making her feel pretty good, too. There was no question that Brandi was feeling pretty good because, without my cock in her mouth, she'd been getting louder the longer Nabila had been eating her.

As Brandi was approaching another orgasm, she went from caressing her own tits to holding Nabila's head and forcing her pussy toward Nabila's face. As her arms squeezed her luscious tits together, my gaze was locked on those beauties as I continued to fuck Nabila. I knew Nabila's tits were swinging and her ass was jiggling as my hips tapped it, but my attention remained unwavering. Nabila remained focused herself though I'm sure it was only partially on the goal of making Brandi cum; I knew that she was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to have her face between Brandi's thighs.

Brandi let out a cry of pleasure and I could see her body shaking as she started cumming. Nabila continued to eat her pussy just as I continued to fuck Nabila. When Brandi went still and let out a sigh, Nabila raised her head and started pushing back against my incoming thrusts, just as Brandi had done in the shower. I picked up my pace to keep in rhythm with her and could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged than it already had been. She reached back between her thighs and stroked her clit, causing herself to moan even more. I was confident that it wouldn't take much more before she was cumming, too. I think even if I wasn't behind her, fucking her, she'd probably still have cum but I knew that she preferred having my assistance over doing it all on her own.

Because it hadn't been that long since I'd recovered enough to fuck her, I was nowhere close to cumming myself and was able to savor the feel of her hot pussy as it was flooded with additional lubrication just before she came. She forced herself hard backwards and held herself there, so I paused with my cock fully embedded inside her as she started to shake. I'm sure she was still working over her clit with her fingertips so, after the initial, more intense tremors, I started to slowly fuck her again. As usual, her orgasm was long and intense, so I continued fucking her until she'd apparently finished cumming and pulled away from me. She crawled up over Brandi and the two of them made out as I sat back on my heels with my cock still standing at attention.

"You know," I finally said, "I have not eaten any pussy yet."

"And I haven't sucked your magnificent cock yet," Nabila replied.

They separated and I ended up taking Brandi's spot on my back in the middle of the bed while Brandi straddled my face and Nabila moved down toward my cock. I admired Brandi's hairless mons before running my tongue along her slit, tasting her pungent secretions and causing her to moan. Glancing up, I saw her cupping her big boobs and caressing her hard nipples. As I continued lapping at her juicy pussy, I felt Nabila grab the base of my cock just before I felt her hot mouth engulf it, which caused me to moan. My hands were on Brandi's ass, squeezing and caressing her soft, smooth cheeks, but once I focused my licking on her clit, I brought a hand down from her ass and slipped a finger into her pussy. She was humping toward my face and, I hoped, was on her way to another orgasm. I was accustomed to the ease with which Nabila would cum but I knew that it had as much to do with her as it did with me and my technique. Brandi seemed as though she wasn't having much difficulty cumming, herself, though.

Nabila apparently decided that she'd rather be fucked some more because she ended up terminating her blowjob in favor of straddling me and riding my cock. Of course, I had no issue with this and relished the feel of her hot, slippery pussy as it engulfed my tool once again. Though I was focused on making Brandi cum, while obviously enjoying the opportunity to have her pussy in my face, there was no way I could not also enjoy having Nabila riding my cock. Based on the noises she was making and how her pussy seemed to be becoming even more wet and engorged, I figured that Brandi was approaching another orgasm. I just kept up what I'd been doing since it appeared to be doing the trick and it wasn't much longer before Brandi let out a cry and her body started shaking.

As my finger was flooded with more lubrication, I ended up slipping it out of her so that I could slurp up these additional juices. I slipped my lubed finger up between her ass cheeks as she was cumming and, when I encountered her asshole, contemplated easing it inside but ended up just massaging it instead. She came long and hard and, when she eventually finished, she climbed off of my face and knelt beside me. Nabila was still riding me so my attention immediately went to her bouncing tits.

"He really knows how to eat a pussy, doesn't he?" Nabila asked.

"You both do," Brandi replied, breathlessly, "There's a world full of guys who could take a lesson."

"You want to trade places?" Nabila asked, "I wouldn't mind riding his tongue now."

"Okay," Brandi replied, "but I think I'm going to start by sucking your juices off of his cock."

"There should be plenty," Nabila told her, "I'm so wet right now."

She climbed off of my cock and moved up to straddle my head as Brandi moved around behind her. With her dark brown landing strip right above me, I started lapping at Nabila's pussy, noting the subtle difference in flavor between her and Brandi. I was pretty sure that it wouldn't take much before she was cumming once again so I focused right away on making that happen. I slipped a finger up into her and was not surprised to find that she was incredibly wet and engorged, indicating that she was already right on the verge of an orgasm. I felt Brandi's tongue against my cock as she and I were simultaneously tasting Nabila's flavor and it was clear that she was indeed lapping up Nabila's juices. I think my cock and balls had both been thoroughly cleaned before she wrapped her lips around my shaft and slid them down it.

When she focused on sucking my cock rather than slurping up Nabila's juices, I was reminded that she was quite good at it and that I'd had only limited opportunity to experience her talent thus far. As I pushed Nabila toward her next orgasm, I was appreciating Brandi's obvious skill as a cocksucker and could feel my own next orgasm beginning to build, as well. Nabila was humping her pussy toward my face while her moaning grew louder until she let out a cry and her body started shaking. I continued to lick and suck her clit while pumping my finger in and out of her even wetter pussy as she rode out a typical long and intense orgasm. Once she'd apparently finished cumming, she climbed off of my face and I slipped my finger into my mouth to suck her juices off of it.

Sitting on her heels beside me, she watched as Brandi sucked my cock for a moment before moving down the bed to join her. Brandi generously shared my cock with Nabila and, as they took turns sucking me off, my orgasm was not only building faster but the pleasure I was feeling definitely intensified. I grabbed the pillows and propped my head up so that I could watch the two of them as their mouths moved up and down my rigid tool. Though their techniques had minor variations, both of them were so talented when it came to cocksucking that I could not even consider one being better than the other. I was simply grateful to have two women who clearly knew how to provide oral pleasure alternately sucking my cock. I did my best to just relax as much as possible and savor the pleasure while enjoying the build-up of my orgasm




Storage Wars:  Nabila and Brandi



As my cock grew thicker the closer I got to cumming, neither of them was affected and both continued to enthusiastically suck me off. I didn't try to hold back but they both did a commendable job of drawing out the pleasure. Finally, though, it was too much and I started spurting into Brandi's mouth.

"Keep it. Take it all," Nabila said as she realized that I was cumming. Brandi did and continued to suck me off as I kept cumming. Once I was done, though, she slipped my cock out of her mouth and turned to Nabila, making out with her as they shared my cum, which Brandi had not yet swallowed. When they separated, they each wiped their mouth and smiled at each other then crawled up to lie with me. We spent a little time recovering but managed to work in a few more orgasms each before Brandi had to reluctantly head home. She and Nabila decided that they needed to make spa days a regular thing, though. We watched as she dressed and she kissed each of us good-bye before taking off. Nabila and I still had the room for the full night so we didn't spend it lamenting Brandi's absence but I think we both probably thought about her plenty as we were satisfying each other repeatedly.

On our way out the following morning, Nabila picked up another gift certificate for a spa day for two. 



Storage Wars: Nabila and Laura



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since it is based on reality TV stars. Although I hope you enjoy it, I'm sure it won't appeal to everyone. I encourage intelligent feedback but please don't get nasty just because it wasn't your cup of tea. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.

Note: If you haven't already, read Storage Wars: Nabila and Brandi, which is a prequel to this story.

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Nabila had a really nice house with plenty of room to share with me but, although I spent a great deal of time there with her, I still had my own place. It wasn't so much that we had things that we were each keeping from the other but occasionally we each just needed a little breathing room. We were finding that, the longer we were together, the less often we were feeling that need, however. It did work out nicely if one of us wanted to surprise the other, which is much more difficult to do when you live together. Even the best dinner I surprised her with, though, could not match the surprise she had for me one afternoon.

We'd talked about spending the afternoon swimming and lounging by her pool but there had been no mention of including anyone else. The pool behind her house isn't huge but it is very private and we've spent a good deal of time skinny dipping and fucking in and around the pool without worrying about being seen. I was kind of expecting that we'd be doing something like that as I headed over to her place, though I was wearing a swimsuit, which I didn't expect to keep on for very long. It turned out I was mostly right but there was one pretty big detail that came as a surprise to me, albeit an incredibly pleasant one.

As I entered Nabila's pool area, I immediately saw her sporting her skimpiest of bikinis, which distracted me for a moment from seeing that she already had company. When I realized that Laura was also there and also wearing the skimpiest of bikinis, I knew right away that she wouldn't be there dressed like that if Nabila didn't have something incredible planned. I'd met Laura before at the few storage unit auctions I'd attended as well as at some promotional events. She was not only the assistant to Dan, the auctioneer, but she was also his wife. Her body rivaled Nabila's, especially when it came to breast size, though she was blonde and fair-skinned while both Nabila's hair and skin were darker. My cock was starting to rise in my swimsuit as I admired Laura's body in hers.

"Hi, Sweetie," Nabila said, with a grin like that cat that ate the canary, "You remember Laura."

"Of course," I replied, reaching out to shake her hand, "it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Why thank you," Laura replied.

"You don't know the half of it yet," Nabila murmured to me as we went to kiss, then louder, "Ready to swim?"

"Just need sunscreen," I replied.

"Laura and I can help you with that," she offered, "Let's get you out of your shirt."

Nabila stripped off my shirt and cast it aside then grabbed the sunscreen, squeezing some into both her and Laura's hands. As they started the massage it into my arms and chest, my attention was alternating between the two pairs of succulent tits before me. I had a pretty good idea as Laura was running her hands over my body that I was going to get a chance to caress her body as well. I don't know how Nabila did it, especially given that Dan and Laura seemed to be happy together, but I certainly appreciated it. Once they'd coated my chest, arms, abs and back as well as my face, neck and ears, they hunkered down and went to work on my legs. They each slathered one but both started at my feet and worked up my legs until their hands were up inside the legs of my swim trunks. My cock was growing as their hands got closer to it then Nabila slipped her hands out and untied the drawstring of my trunks.

She worked my trunks down and Laura let out an "ooh" as my cock sprung out. Nabila held the base and engulfed it in her mouth as Laura and I watched then she offered Laura a turn. Laura didn't hesitate and, as Nabila continued holding the base, wrapped her lips around my tool and inhaled it. I moaned as I savored the pleasure of her hot mouth engulfing nearly my full length. She sucked my cock long enough to confirm that she had skills comparable to Nabila's, which was really saying a lot. She took a break and Nabila sucked me for a bit then they alternated as I relished the pleasure. Finally, Nabila stood again and we kissed as Laura continued sucking my cock.

"You are too good to me," I told her as I fondled her tits through her bikini top.

"What about me?" Laura asked, still pumping my throbbing cock, "Am I good to you, too?"

"Trust me," I told her, "I am going to demonstrate my appreciation."

She went back to sucking my cock momentarily while I made out with Nabila and continued fondling her big beauties. Before I was even close to cumming, but after I'd had a good taste of Laura's cocksucking abilities, I had her stop and stand, making out with her as I fondled her tits. I could feel her hard, thick nipples through her top then Nabila untied it from behind her neck so that I could caress the bare flesh of those beauties. I had to see what they looked like so I slipped my tongue from her mouth and lowered my head, taking a look at them as I moved in to lick and suck her nipples. Her areolas were large like Nabila's but were light pink and her nipples were comparable in size as well but also much lighter. She moaned as I ran my tongue around her areolas and sucked her nipples between my lips and flicked them with my tongue all while caressing the soft, smooth flesh.

I sensed Nabila closer beside me and glanced over to see that she'd removed her own bikini top, too, and Laura was caressing her tits as they started kissing. I didn't want to hold up progress with my own selfish obsessing over Laura's succulent tits, so I hunkered down and started to untie the strings on the sides of her bikini bottom. The two of them progressed to making out as Nabila started caressing Laura's tits while I let her bikini bottom drop to the ground. I was pleased that she was not waxed smooth and that her well-groomed bush was very blonde. I kissed her hips and abdomen as I ran my hands over her bare ass.

Nabila must have realized that I was ready to devour some pussy so she had Laura sit on the end of the nearby chaise. I grabbed a towel and folded it to kneel on, positioning myself between Laura's spread legs. She lay back and I slid my hands along her soft, smooth inner thighs as I lowered my face toward her blonde bush. I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting her pungent nectar and causing her to moan and writhe. She reached down and held my head so I glanced upward, knowing that her arms would be squeezing her succulent titties together. I was not disappointed as admired her tits pointed toward the sky. The view was fleeting, however, as Nabila was also drawn to Laura's big beauties and soon blocked my view with her head as she started licking and sucking Laura's nipples while fondling her big tits. I returned my focus to just trying to provide the most pleasure that I possibly could while feeling confident that my cock was going to end up between those beauties at some point.

I slipped a finger into her as I licked and sucked her clit, finding her pussy to be incredibly hot and wet. I wondered how much she knew about what Nabila had planned before it started happening and figured, based on how she'd been dressed and how she didn't seem the least bit shocked or surprised, that she must have been fully aware. It didn't surprise me in the least that Nabila had been able to convince a happily married woman to join us for some sexual escapades; she just had that ability. I slipped a second finger easily into her slippery pussy and was thinking about how incredible it was going to feel to fuck her.

"Let's get you naked, Nabila," I heard Laura say so I glanced up again. Nabila still had her skimpy bikini bottom on, but not for long. Nabila straightened up and Laura reached over, her boobs bouncing, and untied the strings on Nabila's hips then started pulling Nabila toward her once the bikini bottom had fallen away. She reclined completely again as Nabila got up and straddled her head. From my vantage point, I could see Nabila's ass aimed at me and Laura's tongue at work on her pussy from below. My cock just grew harder and harder so I really redoubled my efforts because I wanted to make her cum before I started fucking her. The two of them were both moaning and I could feel Laura's pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged the longer I was eating it.

It didn't surprise me when Laura suddenly cried out and her body started shaking. She only briefly paused in eating Nabila's pussy though her orgasm appeared to be fairly long and pretty intense. I hoped that didn't mean that she wasn't fully focused on the pleasure she'd experienced but there was no doubt that she'd be experiencing plenty more as the afternoon went on. When I was sure that she'd completely finished cumming, including the aftershocks that had her body continuing to twitch, I raised my head and sucked her nectar off of my fingers. Straightening up on my knees, I immediately guided my cock into her hot, wet pussy and we both moaned as I easily slipped it all the way in. I started to slowly fuck her as she continued devouring Nabila's pussy, savoring the feel of her pussy as it gripped my tool.

I could tell by the noises that Nabila was making and the way she was humping Laura's face that she was on the verge of cumming. I would glance at her flexing ass occasionally but my attention was mostly on either Laura's succulent tits or her blonde bush. Laura's tits were bouncing slightly with my slow thrusting, which was definitely appealing to watch but, eventually, my hands ended up on them, caressing the soft flesh and her hard nipples. I would have been perfectly content to spend the rest of my life caressing only Nabila's outstanding tits, but I certainly was going to take advantage of the opportunity to appreciate these beauties, as well. I was still appreciating them when Nabila let out a cry and started trembling as she was cumming. I was sure she'd have a plan for what we'd be doing next or how we'd be repositioning so I just kept slowly fucking Laura while fondling her luscious tits.

Once Nabila had finished cumming and had spent a moment recovering, she climbed off of Laura's face, standing beside the chaise. She took in the situation for a moment then, just as I expected, started to orchestrate some changes.

"You've been on your knees for long enough," she said to me, "Let's get you on your back."

I slipped out of Laura's hot pussy and stood then Laura did the same as I stared at her naked body. Nabila had me lay on the chaise, my cock standing straight up and still slick with Laura's juices. She then had Laura straddle me and lower herself onto my cock, which caused both of us to moan again. My eyes were completely on Laura again even once she started riding me. I was mostly watching her bouncing tits and admiring her trim, blonde bush while I had the opportunity. I was expecting my vision to be blocked momentarily and wasn't the least bit disappointed when Nabila straddled my head and her pussy approached my face. I attacked her pussy with the same enthusiasm as I had Laura's. As much as I enjoyed the new pussies Nabila occasionally brought into our life, Nabila's would always be my favorite and I tried to show her as often as I could.

I glanced up at Nabila's tits looming overhead and thought that Laura's tits must be bouncing pretty nicely. She'd started riding me slowly but it didn't take long before she had picked up the pace and was moaning consistently. I don't know if I'd gotten her close, or at least on the path, when I'd started fucking her or if, since I'd just eaten her to an orgasm, the next one would just require less effort. Of course, for all I knew she could have been extremely fired up from eating Nabila's pussy or from the anticipation of me arriving. I guess the most likely explanation was that it was a combination of all of those things. In any case, her hot, wet pussy was getting hotter and wetter and felt outstanding as it moved up and down my throbbing tool. At the same time, Nabila's pussy was also going from hot and wet to hotter and wetter. I knew her well enough to know exactly how to make her cum, either quickly or drawing it out. At that moment, I was just working on making sure she was feeling good and not necessarily pushing her toward an orgasm yet.

When I heard Laura let out a cry, it felt like she'd gone from fucking me hard and fast to fucking me in slow motion. I could feel her body trembling as she was cumming again but remained focused on eating Nabila's pussy. I knew she wasn't close enough to cum right after Laura, but I was pretty certain that I wouldn't be eating her for much longer and wanted to savor that last minute or so. Laura stopped riding me and just sat there on my cock, apparently catching her breath. I continued devouring Nabila until she realized that Laura had finished cumming and climbed off of my face.

"Now that my man has made you cum a couple of times," Nabila said, standing beside us and taking Laura's hands, "it's my turn."

"Oh, sweetie," Laura replied as she stood, "I am looking forward to it."

They stood there making out and feeling each other up as I sat up and swung my legs around, planting my feet on the concrete. I just watched, my cock still throbbing, until Nabila helped me stand and had Laura sit again. She lay back and spread her legs as Nabila got on all fours between her legs. There was enough room at the end of the chaise for me to kneel behind her and it was more comfortable than kneeling on the towel had been. I guided my cock into her hot, wet pussy, causing her to moan as she was lowering her face toward Laura's blonde bush. As always, her pussy felt incredible so I just relished the feeling as I started to slowly fuck her. Laura then let out a moan of her own as Nabila started eating her pussy. My attention, of course, was on Laura's succulent tits. She was holding Nabila's head as she'd been holding mine earlier, so her arms were squeezing her tits together and pointing them toward the sky.

With my hands on her hips, I maintained a slow pace as I continued fucking Nabila so that I wasn't pushing her face into Laura's pussy and throwing off her rhythm. I knew that she'd be savoring the opportunity to eat Laura while also making sure that Laura was experiencing a great deal of pleasure. Based on the sounds Laura was making, Nabila was succeeding. She was an incredibly giving person so I knew she wouldn't even care if Laura and I both came but she didn't. I wasn't feeling that close myself, though, so I was sure, especially after eating her and knowing she was getting close just moments ago, that I'd be able to get her to cum again before I got there. I reached down and caressed her tits, stimulating her hard nipples since I knew that would help. I also just liked feeling her succulent tits in my hands.

Since I was leaning forward to caress her tits, I could also watch as Nabila was lapping at Laura's clit while slipping a couple of her fingers in and out of Laura's pussy. Between that and Laura's big tits being right there in front of me, I don't know that I could have felt any more aroused. Laura was moaning nearly continuously but I could also tell that Nabila was trying hard not to let her own need to moan disrupt her pussy eating. I knew I could get that pesky orgasm out of the way so that she could focus on making Laura cum, so I straightened up again, releasing her tits, then slipped a hand down to her pussy and stroked her clit. This time she couldn't contain the moan but went right back to devouring Laura's pussy.

I was still fucking her slowly since I was kind of hunched over to stroke her clit but I could feel her pussy becoming wetter and more engorged so I knew she was right on the verge of cumming. She raised her head briefly and, letting out a low moan, her entire body started shaking. I kept caressing her clit and slowly fucking her as she experienced a typically long and intense orgasm. When she lowered her head and went back to eating Laura's pussy, I straightened up and, holding her hips, continued fucking her as her body was still experiencing the occasional twitch. With her focus entirely on making Laura cum, Laura started getting louder right away. There was no question that Nabila was skilled when it came to oral sex, both sucking cock and eating pussy. Part of it I'm sure was just the fact that she loved sex so much in general and part of it was that there were very few things that she put her mind to that she wasn't good at. Without even knowing how much wetter or more engorged Laura's pussy was becoming, I was certain that she was right on the verge of another orgasm.

I just continued to savor the feel of Nabila's hot, wet pussy while watching Laura's tits squeezed between her arms as she held Nabila's head. When Laura gasped and her body started shaking, I'm sure my eyes must have gone wide as I watched her titties jiggling. She rode out yet another long and intense orgasm, which I'm sure Nabila was able to draw out even longer, then went limp on the chaise as Nabila raised her head. She pushed back against my slow thrusting as she gave Laura a couple of minutes to recover but, when Laura raised her head, she pulled away so that my cock slipped out of her.

"Stay right there, Laura," she said as Laura started to sit up. She grabbed the nearby sunscreen as she motioned for me to move up and straddle Laura. I couldn't have been happier about where this was going. She drizzled sunscreen onto Laura's cleavage and had Laura take some in her hands to slather on my cock. As my cock was being coated in slippery sunscreen, Nabila was spreading it around between her tits. Finally, when she felt we were ready, I placed my cock between Laura's tits and she squeezed them together as Nabila watched. The feeling of the soft, smooth flesh lubricated with sunscreen was outstanding and I knew that it would be my turn to cum pretty soon. I fucked them slowly, savoring the pleasurable feeling as Laura's attention was on my cockhead as it repeatedly peeked from her cleavage. Nabila watched for a moment but then took the sunscreen and moved behind me, where it seemed as though she was slathering up Laura's legs in preparation for swimming.

My orgasm was steadily building, which was no surprise given how awesome fucking Laura's tits felt. Of course having already been blown by and fucked both of them had me nearing an orgasm already before I'd even started. I didn't try to hold back my orgasm to enjoy fucking her tits for longer because I sensed that this would not be my only opportunity. Nabila knew how much I enjoyed fucking her tits so I knew she'd make sure I had access to Laura's for future titfucking, as well. I tried to maintain a steady pace as a relished the pleasure I was feeling but I may have picked it up slightly as I got closer. When I started spewing onto her sternum, I let out a grunt and her eyes went wide. I continued fucking her tits as I continued cumming but, once I was spent, she released her tits and started scooping up my cum from her chest and feeding it into her mouth.

As I climbed off of Laura, Nabila continued up from below her waist with the sunscreen and gave me some so that I could help. Of course I focused on Laura's tits, then went to her arms and shoulders. By the time we were ready to do her back, she was done devouring the load I'd left on her chest, so she stood. Nabila let me have the backs of her legs and her ass and took care of Laura's back. Once she was thoroughly slathered, Laura and I took care of Nabila. I'm sure that both of them were starting to feel pretty worked up all over again after having two sets of hands all over them because I could feel the blood trying to return to my spent cock from being a set of those hands. With all three of us protected, we exited the shade and entered the pool, without donning our swimsuits again, of course.




Storage Wars: Nabila and Laura



The pool water was very refreshing so we splashed around and enjoyed ourselves for quite a while. Naturally it wasn't all splashing and swimming; I lifted Nabila onto the edge of the pool at one point and ate her pussy while Laura worked on reviving my cock under the water. Likewise the two of them blew me to completion as I sat on the edge then Nabila and I took turns devouring Laura's blonde pussy. When we were finally at risk of turning into giant pink raisins from being in the water so long, we decided to get out and dry off and enjoy a cocktail. I knew there would be more fucking but I didn't know if it would be out by the pool or if we'd move it inside. It didn't surprise me at all that Nabila already had a plan.

"You want to use my shower to get all of the sunscreen off before you head home later?" Nabila asked Laura as we were enjoying our cocktails in the shade.

"Oh, that'd be nice," she replied, "Is it big enough for all of us?"

"Not comfortably," Nabila confessed, "but two people can have a lot of fun in there."

"But who do I choose?" Laura lamented with a pout.

"I was just figuring that I could be a fluffer," Nabila replied, "The two of us could go first, he can get me clean, I can make sure he's rock hard for you then I slip out and you slip in...then he slips in."

"That sounds fantastic," Laura responded.

When we were ready to go shower, we all headed inside and Nabila made sure Laura was comfortable while she and I were showering. I lathered her up and had to resist the urge to fuck her tits. She even shooed me away when I tried to eat her pussy, which made me think she'd probably be getting herself off listening to Laura and me in the shower. She got me cleaned up, too, so that we could just focus on Laura's cleanliness and pleasure once she joined me. I was good and rigid when Nabila slipped out and dried off. She had Laura in there a moment later and, though I couldn't hear what she was saying, something made Laura's eyes get wide and Nabila nodded enthusiastically with a big smile on her face. Laura then shrugged and it looked like she said "Okay."

Laura stepped into the shower and I was ready for her with a handful of lather. Of course I started with her succulent tits, but I did end up thoroughly washing her entire body and, I hoped, thoroughly arousing her, too, if she wasn't already. Once I'd rinsed her down, I expected that we'd be fucking there in the shower but she let me know exactly how we were going to go about it.

"Nabila suggested that we lather up your cock," she said, "and lather up my ass so you can slip your cock into my ass."

"I like that idea," I replied, "and I'm sure you'll like it, too."

"Nabila seemed sure that I would, too," she said, "so let's go for it."

She took the shower gel and slathered my cock until it was nice and slippery as I took a handful myself. Once she felt I was ready, she turned and braced herself against the tile as I slathered shower gel between her ass cheeks. I probed her asshole a couple of times with a finger to make sure she was ready which caused her to moan lustily. Lining up my cockhead with her asshole, I eased it in as she continued moaning loudly. I was holding her hips and planning to reach up to fondle her tits but she let out a louder moan and started to shake before I even got that far. I knew from experience, mostly with Nabila, that orgasms during anal sex could be pretty intense. It was usually fear that kept women from trying it but I'd noticed that the recommendation from another woman could usually go a long way.

Of course I didn't know that Laura wasn't having regular anal sex with her husband and that maybe her trepidation was more about sharing that more intimate input with me. Whatever it was, in typical Nabila fashion, it hadn't taken much to convince her. I was certainly more than happy to penetrate her ass and I did move my hands up to cup her dangling tits. I was continuing to slowly fuck her but she quickly started pushing back against me, setting the pace herself. Another orgasm quickly followed the first and her cries of pleasure echoed through the enclosure. The pleasure of fucking her tight asshole had an orgasm beginning to stir with in me pretty quickly, as well.

I was so engrossed in fucking Laura's ass and fondling her tits that it took me a while before I even noticed that Nabila had positioned herself just outside the bathroom door but close enough to see everything going on through the glass enclosure. I could see that she was rubbing her pussy with one hand while the other alternated from one nipple to the other. I was not much of an exhibitionist so knowing that she was watching us was not really a turn-on for me; watching her masturbating, on the other hand (no pun intended), may have cause my cock to grow even harder. When Laura started cumming again shortly after I noticed Nabila, I'm pretty sure that was why. Neither Laura nor I had even touched her pussy as I'd been fucking her and, though I did consider it, I refrained since a little more stimulation might end up being too much to handle. I'd have been okay if she'd had to stop me and had finished me off with her tits or even her mouth but my preference was to keep going and shoot my load into her ass.

It occurred to me that fondling her tits might have a similar effect of getting her too worked up so, since I knew my own orgasm was pretty close, I moved my hands back down to her waist and was watching her ass jiggle each time my hips tapped against it. I was still glancing over at Nabila occasionally, though it was more difficult as the enclosure was splashed with water, but seeing her definitely was helping push me along. Even though I was fucking the ass of an attractive blonde with great tits, Nabila was still able to draw my attention, which not only said something about how hot she was but also about how much she meant to me. That's not to say that Laura was not turning me on sufficiently; I was thrilled by the opportunity to have eaten her blonde pussy, fondled and fucked her succulent tits and fucked both her hot, slippery pussy and her snug ass.

When I finally started spewing into her ass with a groan, it didn't surprise me that she almost immediately started cumming again. I kept fucking her ass as I was cumming, filling it with my goo, while maybe even drawing out her orgasm. When we were both spent, I slipped my shrinking cock from her ass and she turned around, throwing her arms around my neck. My hands went down to caress her bare ass cheeks as we were making out.

"Nabila was right," she finally said, pulling her mouth from mine, "that was outstanding."

"I couldn't agree more," I replied, "though I have to tell you that it is pretty rare that Nabila isn't right."

"I can see that," she said, "she did choose you, after all."

We made out a little bit more before rinsing the last of the soapy lather off of each other then turning off the shower. As we were drying off, Nabila joined us in the bathroom, now fully dressed, to see how things had gone.

"Smell her fingers," I told Laura, so she grabbed Nabila's hand and sniffed.

"Were you watching us, you naughty girl?" she asked, before slipping Nabila's fingers into her mouth and sucking on them. Nabila gave me a look that said to me that she really liked Laura and was glad she'd invited her to join us. Laura and I ended up getting dressed once we were dry and there was no more sex before she had to leave but she left no question about whether she'd be back again.