0 comments/ 11524 views/ 0 favorites Summer Pleasures By: snow_white_kitten Marissa woke up late as she often did. The sun was already pouring into the room through the gap in her curtains. She threw the curtains wide open to reveal another glorious summer day. Marissa just loved these hot summer days. Her love of summer was in part due to the fact that her attractive neighbour, Dylan, often chose to work bare-chested in his garden. Marissa had met Dylan a month previously when he had moved in next door. She had done the friendly neighbour thing and gone over and introduced herself. He had seemed really nice, if rather shy. She had thought it ever so cute that he had blushed when she started to flirt with him. She had had a crush on him since then but aside from a few neighbourly exchanges Marissa's only contact with Dylan had been watching him from her window. Marissa looked over at his garden as she did every morning but he was nowhere to be seen. She grabbed a quick shower before putting on her bikini and applying sunscreen. She took her time smoothing on the lotion, imagining that it was Dylan's hands running down her legs, gently applying lotion to her breasts until they glistened. Marissa couldn't help becoming aroused by the movement of her hand and thoughts of Dylan. She removed her bikini bottoms and lay down on her bed. Sliding her hand down her stomach and into the curls between her legs Marissa bought to mind her favourite fantasy. Her hand reached her wet centre. Dipping a finger inside she took some of the moisture and used it to lubricate her clitoris. She began to rub it with slow circles as she thought of Dylan. Her favourite fantasy always began with her seeing Dylan lying naked and asleep on a blanket in his garden. He had become tired after working hard in the garden and decided to do some sunbathing. He loved the feel of the sun on his body and so had stripped off completely. As the sun warmed his well-honed body he became sleepy and fell into a deep sleep. It was at this point Marissa imagined herself entering his garden. She would walk up to him and just stare at his beautiful body. She wouldn't be able to resist touching him and would run her hands, enjoying the feel of his warm chest and the way his chest hair tickled her palm. Marissa imagined that Dylan would wake up during her caresses but would pretend that he was still sleeping in order to see how far Marissa would go. It was her fantasy and Marissa was willing to go all the way. She nibbled her way down his chest to his nipples and gently bit each in turn before soothing them with her tongue. She began to suck on his nipple, enjoying the taste of him in her mouth. While she sucked she continued to explore his body with her hands. Her hands slid down his chest to his penis and began to explore its length. She stroked her hand from the base to the tip, feeling his penis getting harder as she did so. She released his nipple and concentrated on stroking him until he became fully aroused. Marissa loved the feel of him, so hard and yet so soft at the same time. Dylan watched through his lashes, hardly able to believe what was happening as Marissa slid down and took his erect penis into her mouth. Marissa had always loved giving pleasure to a man in this way. She began to suck gently on the tip of his penis as her right hand fondled his balls and her left hand continued to stroke up and down his length. Marissa sucked as much of her penis into her mouth as she could and ran her tongue up and down it. Dylan was struggling to remain calm during the sensual torment. He wanted to groan his pleasure whilst he thrust into her hot, wet mouth. Marissa had begun to move her mouth up and down his penis with increasing speed. As she increased her speed in her fantasy she also increased the speed of her movement as she lay pleasuring herself on the bed. The tension built inside her as she imagined Dylan's pleasure. In her fantasy he was unable to resist the pleasure that she was giving him and began to moan his impending release. He thrust into her mouth and came with a gasp. Marissa, lying on her bed, felt her own tension building as she stroked her clitoris in ever faster circles until finally the tension broke and she climaxed. She lay enjoying the spasms for a few moments before resuming her movements. She was still turned on and wanted a second orgasm. After only a few seconds she changed her mind. She wanted her second orgasm to be with Dylan. She dressed quickly and went to find him... Summer Pleasures Malcolm is provided with another narrative. In this one Chrissie relates how she finally achieves orgasms with her sister's lover and then with his buddies. John proves to be more than just her further pleasure. Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of my work at times are a bit of an erotic nature. While I cannot explain the reasoning for many of those that choose to share their experiences the phenomena continues. Sometimes they explain up front. A case in point began with a chance encounter. I met Chrissie in a Starbuck's coffee shop on a Tuesday mid-morning in Des Moines, Iowa. The place was crowded and I had asked if I could share her table. She smiled and asked me to join her. I introduced myself and she did as well. After a bit of casual conversation she told me she recognized my name and asked if I was THE Malcolm Hargrove the author. I admitted that I was .When Chrissie discovered my vocation and confirmed my identity she asked me to hear her story. I have attempted to portray her as someone that is both moral and faithful; if not in practice then in intent. The act of being faithful sometimes involves indulging in the fulfillment of another's desires and fantasies. Try not to judge either. I have attempted to be true to both the sense and intent of her recounting... Chrissie looked me in the eye and with a very serious tone of voice stated, "I've been involved in some activities that I've have needed to tell someone about. I'm too ashamed to ever let someone that knows me find out about what I have been up to." She suggested that perhaps we could find a less public place. I agreed. We arranged to meet in my hotel lobby the next afternoon. We selected a comfortable spot away from the traffic pattern and she began the telling of her experiences... Chapter 1 "I get chills when I recall the announcement made by the pilot. It reminds me of the beginning of what might be termed as adventures. I was returning from visiting my sister Fran summer before last." "You may unfasten your seat belts now and move about the cabin. While in your seat please keep your seatbelt fastened. Thank you for choosing American and have a pleasant flight." The man next to me unfastened his seat belt. My seat was the window seat on the side of the Embraer EMB-140 with two seats. His action caused me to look and notice the bulge running down the leg of his trousers. I couldn't be sure of course but it was so prominent that it appeared that he might have an erection. I guess I had become obsessed with size and seemed to notice such things everywhere I went. He had been looking at me and smiled every time my eyes met his. He was a good looking guy; dressed nice; expensive cologne and as I mentioned a nice size bulge in his trousers. Actually he was an extremely attractive man. I might even admit that I found him to be gorgeous. Mid thirties, tall and in all appearances was prosperous and well educated. "Not a chance good looking," I thought to myself. "You may have a great bod and terrific hair and lips to die for...but I am so completely loved out that I couldn't possibly consider..." "Those gorgeous brown eyes tempt me though. Maybe another time, huh?" "What am I doing thinking about sex with a stranger?" I closed my eyes and reflected on how I got so thoroughly loved out. Tiny! Yes, Tiny and his buddies. We had had so much sex until; well I couldn't take any more. You see this was my trip home to Des Moines. My annual visit with my sister Fran in Chicago had ended and now it was time to return home to my wonderful husband Jerry. Jerry is a great guy. But he was not so good with the sex thing. Until Tiny I had never experienced an orgasm from intercourse. I hadn't had many partners before Tiny; actually only three. My first was Chuck. He was sooo sexy. Chuck was a senior at Florida State. I was a sophomore. All of the girls in my dorm were dying to hook up with him. Chuck had noticed me at a rally and asked if I would go with him to the football game the next Saturday. I was on a real high after saying yes. We lost the game to Virginia but Chuck suggested that we could ease our disappointment by going out that night. Again—YES! We went to a movie. I don't know what was the movie was about. I was being caressed and kissed during the entire feature. His hands were constantly rubbing my breasts and best of all I very willingly allowed him access to my totally excited vagina. Chuck had me so hot that I couldn't concentrate on anything but where he had his hands. It's a wonder we didn't get tossed out of the theater. After the movie we drove to the Sonic Drive Inn on North Monroe Street for burgers and shakes. We drove around for a while in his BMW 530i sedan. After cruising around the campus for a while we ended up on a dark and lonely back road. Chuck made his move as soon as the car stopped. He reached across the console and before I knew it he had my bra undone and was fondling my exposed breasts. Chuck suggested that we move to the back seat and I was too aroused to stop or think at that point. Besides I suppose that I really wanted this gorgeous stud to be my first. Once we were situated in the soft leather of the back seat he began sucking and kissing my nipples. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties and his finger was in my vagina rapidly bringing me to a fever pitch. After a few minutes of his ministrations I climaxed. His finger was so much better than my own. He pushed my skirt to my waist and with my help he removed my panties. I was trembling with anticipation as again he began to rub my still exited clitoris. When he sensed that I was too far gone to stop him he pulled out his penis and pushed me down with my back on the seat. He lifted my legs and positioned himself over me. His erection seemed enormous to this virgin little girl. But in reality it was bigger than some but not huge. He held it in his right hand and put the tip against my by now very wet opening. Slowly he pushed the head against my vagina. I was sure that it was too big to go in. Boy was I wrong. He pushed hard, deflowered me and was in to the hilt. He began to stroke and the pain dissipated slowly and was replaced by a pleasant sensation. He started humping me faster and faster. As I was about to reach my peak he pulled out and began pumping his member with his hand. I felt him ejaculate string after string of his silky semen on my belly and in the hair around my disappointed pussy. He thanked me and told me I was a good fuck. He used my panties to wipe his spunk off me and cleaned his cock as well. Away into his pants went his apparently satisfied penis. He kissed me and suggested we move back into the front seat. Needless to say I was totally frustrated. My panties are still in the back seat of his car as far as I know. He took me back to my dorm without them. So that amounted to my first time. Chuck moved on to other conquests and I didn't feel that broken up about it. I heard later that he had graduated and went into politics. He certainly had the knack for it. I don't understand what the men see in me but some seem to find me attractive. I am 5 foot tall and slender build. I have small breasts and a somewhat flat behind. My stomach has a slight budge to it. My legs are pretty nice. I have slightly wavy brunette hair and I have added some streaks of light brown for highlights. I wear it shoulder length and sometimes in twin pony tails. The ponytails give me a little girl look according to Fran. Fran is my older sister. I guess I have a pretty face and Fran says I have pouty lips and bedroom eyes. Whatever the case, guys seem to be attracted to me. My second lover was my husband Jerry. I met Jerry my senior year and we hit it off on the first date. Jerry is 5'10" and slender but athletic. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes. His smile is infectious and his hands are...well quite talented. We held off intercourse until after we married. We did a lot of necking and petting but never went all the way as they say. Jerry knew that I was not a virgin but accepted it and I guess in his way he enjoyed it. I say that because he would quiz me for a description of what my first time was like. I declined; telling him I was too embarrassed to talk about it. Anyway it was not that memorable. He admitted that he was a virgin. Totally inexperienced and wanted to get some firsthand information from someone he could trust. Me! On our wedding night he kept pestering me. We had been in foreplay for quite a while and he had me really hot. Between kisses and fingering I began the tale and when I finished with the story he was in me and fucking like mad. He shot his load in maybe 60 seconds and fell off of me. No orgasm for me. Jerry is what you might call "average size. Jerry (Me too.) suffers with premature ejaculation. He makes up for it by being very talented with his hands and fingers. He can get me off nearly every time with his hands. I always enjoyed our love making for what it was. My third lover was Sonny. Jerry and I had joined a dance club soon after we moved to Des Moines. We had hooked up with several couples that we socialized with and Sonny and Joan lived just down the street from us. The group gathered for weekend parties at one house or another on a regular basis. I had noticed that Sonny was always giving me that once over. In addition to parties we all got together once a month to go to the Barrel and Barn. The Barrel and Barn is a private BYOB dance club. The usual music was a live country band that rotated on a weekly basis. Our group was not into country so much so we usually attended the once a month rock band. It seemed that much of the time when a slow dance started Sonny would be asking me to dance with him. Jerry seemed to be in competition to get to me ahead of Sonny. It was kind of sweet watching them walking fast to see who would get to me first. We all danced with each other's spouse. So at first it was no big deal. Rather it was kind of a high to be that much in demand. But as time went on Sonny would move me to the other side of the floor from where Jerry was sitting or dancing. It was usual for the guy to put his hands on the gal's waist and the gal to put her hands around the guy's neck. But Sonny began to let his hands wander down. Soon he would be rubbing my behind. I would grab his hand and move it back and he would behave for the rest of the number. After several nights of having to put up with his wandering hands I decided to see how far he would go. This particular Saturday night sure enough Sonny arranged to get me on the floor for a slow number and moved me to the opposite side of the room. As usual his hands moved to my butt and he began to squeeze. The first two times I stopped him and moved his hands back to my waist. I don't drink other than Coke. Sonny had had several by the third time he arranged to dance with me. Perhaps that was part of what happened. I had worn Jerry's favorite outfit which consisted of a very short light blue skirt and a tight white nylon blouse. My breasts were encased in a nude colored lacy bra. You know the type that pushes the breasts together creating the illusion of more than was actually there. My panties were the very brief sort that had a lacy waistband and open sides. They cover very little. Jerry loves them and I sort of get a bit of a tingle when I wear them. This time when Sonny put his hands on my behind I reached down and grabbed his hands and instead of moving them up I moved them down and under my skirt. He smiled and began to squeeze my cheeks. I held on to his neck and pushed my belly against his groin. As we moved to the music I rubbed my belly back and forth. I guess I thought that I would tease him a little. But when his penis began to harden and push against my belly I got caught up in his response. I pushed as hard as I could and moved back and forth to the rhythm of the music. His hands were grasping my cheeks with only my panties between his hands and bare flesh. He was pulling me hard against his erection and after a couple of minutes I felt him tense up and grunt. He began to push against me and I could feel his penis jerk several times. He had cum. As he began to relax and move his hands back to my waist he whispered in my ear, "You are one dirty bitch. That was cruel." I returned to our table and Sonny went to the restroom to clean his drawers. The rest of the night Sonny avoided me. I thought that I had just maybe cured him of his happy hands. As the next few days went on I began to feel guilty about what I had done. I guess that I was a little turned on about making Sonny ejaculate on the dance floor. So it was a relief when the phone rang Tuesday mid-morning. Sonny began, after hellos, to ask me if he could come by on his lunch break to apologize for his behavior. As guilty and turned on as I had been feeling I told him, "Sure, I'll fix something to eat and we can talk about things." Sonny is NOT unattractive. He is close to 6 foot and has a nice tight butt. He wears his dark brown wavy hair long. He has great facial features and his green eyes just can melt a gal. 11:30 came and I had prepared a couple of ham sandwiches and chips. I was pretty sure that Sonny liked Coke so I had two tall glasses of ice cold Coke ready as well. I had made myself up in jean shorts, light beige knit top and sandals. I had not consciously anticipated or prepared for more than conversation and a lunch time snack. I had even thought about inviting Joan. But considering the subject matter I thought better of it. Though not "preparing" I had worn underwear similar to those that I had worn at the dance. We never got around to the lunch. Sonny came in and looked me over and licked his lips. I looked in his eyes and felt a rush that I had not experienced with him before. He said, "You know Chrissie I have always admired you." You are very sexy." I blushed, "Sonny, you know that you say these things just so you can get into a girl's pants." He grinned and moved to me. He placed his hand on my neck and said, "Possibly but I have fantasized about you from the first time I met you." With that he bent down and softly kissed me on the lips. It was a brief kiss and he pulled back, smiled and said, "I'll be frank. I have been trying to get an indication from you that you would be willing to make it with me. I had thought you were giving me the "Please fuck me" signal at the club last week. That is until you grinned when I shot my load. Do you want to have a go?" I guess I said nothing and he took that to mean that we were on the same wave length because he took me in his arms and kissed me again. This time it was a passionate kiss. His tongue was pushing against my teeth and I melted. I opened my mouth and received his tongue and furiously moved my tongue against his. His hands moved to my breasts and he began to knead them one at a time. Without breaking the kiss he moved his hand to my inner thighs and rubbed up and down until he arrived where my legs come together. He rubbed me through my shorts. I think they were getting damp from my erotic secretions. I had wrapped my arms around his torso and was rubbing up and down his back and sides. I moved my hands to his butt and pulled him as close as I could. I knew this was wrong but I was totally out of control. I had never realized how much I had been attracted to him. The next thing I knew my top was being pulled over my head. He expertly unclasped my bra and removed it with no objection on my part. My naked tits were exposed to his sucking mouth. His hands were working at the button of my shorts. He was fumbling badly so I undid them and let them drop to the floor. I pulled back and stepped out of them. He watched as I pushed my panties down and bent over to remove them. He looked me over and grinned, "You are as hot naked as I imagined you would be. You are very sexy, little girl. (Remember, I am a petite 5 foot, 98 pound lady and I had done my hair in twin ponytails.) I kicked off my sandals and took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I pulled the covers back and crawled onto the sheets. I reclined on my back and spread my legs in invitation. He took no time in stripping and climbing between them. I looked at his erection and was pleased that he was bigger than what I was accustomed to but not huge. I watched as he opened the package and took out a condom. I watched as he unrolled it over his rigid cock. Without delaying another second he pushed into me to the hilt and began to thrust fast and furious. I was getting into the action and began to push back in time with his inward thrusts. We worked together and I had begun to approach my climax when he slipped out and cursed, "Shit." I looked down and his cock was fading fast. It quickly became limp. I asked, "What's the matter?" He responded, "I started thinking back to the dance and how embarrassed I was when you made me cum in my pants and I feel humiliated that I lost control every time I relive it. Maybe if you were to use your lips and tongue on it we might be able to get it up again. I clamped my legs together and snipped at him, "I'm not into oral stuff. We had best forget it. As disappointed as I might be maybe it just isn't meant to be." He rolled off the bed and began to put on his clothes. He removed the condom and carried it to the bed a dropped it next to me. "You might want to keep this as a reminder of how close we came to getting it on." Fully dressed he leaned over and kissed me hard and passionate, tongue and all. When I broke the kiss he started to the door and turned back and said, "I really am sorry. And I'm disappointed too. I've wanted to make it with you for as long as I can remember." Then I heard the front door close. I laid there in frustration and began to finger myself and it didn't take much before I climaxed. Not a great one but enough to get past the wasted noon hour tryst. I held the condom in my hands and thought about what had just transpired. I felt the guilt sweep over me and I choked up thinking, "What if Jerry finds out about Sonny." I tossed the evidence in the toilet and flushed it. I was pretty sure that Sonny would not want to admit that he couldn't keep it up and I was pretty sure that this would be one sex story that Jerry wouldn't enjoy. Chapter 2 That brings me to Tiny. It began last year. I had arrived for my annual visit with my sister Fran. The second day of my ten day visit Tiny called and asked if he could take us out to dinner. Fran asked me and I said, "Sure." At 7 o'clock Tiny arrived and we all went out to the Olive Garden. It was a nice time. Tiny had been stealing glances at me throughout the evening. Fran seemed to notice but said nothing. We got back to Fran's apartment about 9:30. They had been holding hands on the way home and he stopped her on the stairs and held her close and kissed her on the cheek. I sensed that they would like to be alone. So when we got inside the apartment I stretched and yawned and said, "I think I will go to my room and get some sleep. I am still rather tired from my plane ride." This was a bold faced lie. The plane ride had been invigorating and I was not the least bit sleepy. But off to my room after a wave good night I went. I undressed, put on a full length nightgown and lay in the bed. I reflected on the conversation Jerry and I had a week or so earlier. Jerry had ejaculated after only a few seconds and had begun to manually stimulate my vagina paying a lot of attention to my swollen clit. As I said Jerry is very good with his hands. After I had my orgasm we lay close to each other and he sighed, "I am so sorry that I can't please you with intercourse. You are so damn hot and sexy. You deserve a better lover. I know it sounds bad but sometimes I wish that you could find a lover that can please you. You really do need to know what a good lover with an ample cock is like." Summer Pleasures I had suggested that I was just fine and had no intention of being unfaithful. Jerry replied, "You wouldn't be unfaithful if I told you it was okay." I put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Stop now." I had been rubbing my mound as I reflected on Jerry's suggestion. "I don't know where I would find a guy if I even wanted to! And how would I know he was good in bed?" About a half an hour passed; I was still unable to go to sleep. I lay there going over Jerry's comment for a while and nature called. I went out to the bathroom. As I walked past the door to Fran's bedroom I heard erotic sounds coming from the other side of the door. I stopped and listened. Fran was really getting it put to her. She was moaning and begging for Tiny to do it harder. Then she squealed, "I'm cumming. Oh damn you are so big. Make me cum again, please. Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes." Then I heard Tiny exclaim, "My turn now sweet thing!" Then I could hear only the sounds of Fran whimpering. I went on to the bathroom but decided not to flush. I didn't want to break the spell in the other room. I lay in my bed fantasizing about the sounds that I had overheard and began to masturbate again. I came almost immediately. It was a good one too. Chapter 3 The next morning after Tiny had gone Fran and I were having coffee. I smiled and winked, "You two had a really good time last night didn't you?" Fran looked surprised and stuttered, "What do you mean?" I replied, "I heard you both get a whopper of an orgasm. I was outside the door on the way to the bathroom when it happened." Fran blushed and said, "Yes, Tiny is well endowed and he knows how to use it." I sighed, "I wish I could have sex that was that good. I've confided in you that Jerry just doesn't last long enough to make me climax. His equipment is a not as sizable as you say that your conquests have been." I continued, "You know that I love him to pieces. He makes up for it in so many other ways that it is not that important. Yet, I envy you and your lovers. I have been with only two other guys, once in college and once I tried with a friend. Neither got me over the top by fucking me." Fran smiled, "Tiny and I have an open relationship. He is free to do other women and I am free to look for sex other places. I noticed that Tiny was looking you over last night at the restaurant. You are quite sexy you know." I shrugged, "I don't know why." Fran, offered, "Look, I think Tiny might be interested, how about you?" "I don't know, I shouldn't even think about such things, still..." The next few days Fran and I shopped and talked and talked and shopped. We can talk about everything and anything. Sisters are like that. I was to leave for home on Monday. Sunday afternoon Fran had been on the phone. She came into the living room and announced, "If it's all right with you I invited Tiny over for coffee this evening. He will be here about 8 o'clock, Okay?" I looked at her with curious eyes and said, "Sure, that's fine." Fran added, "I invited him to stay the night again." 8:00 came and Tiny arrived on schedule. He was carrying a small overnight bag. It appeared that Fran was in for another all nighter. We talked and drank coffee. At 10:00 I decided that I should leave them alone and excused myself. I undressed and climbed into my bed. It was a warm night so I had on a pair of white panties the ones with a lacy waist band and the sides were open to the waist band which rode low. I donned a thin white nylon gown and was covered with only a sheet. Some 10 minutes later the door to my bedroom opened and the huge figure that appeared in the doorway was Tiny. Let me explain. Tiny is one of those odd nicknames. His real name is Melvin Hawkins. Tiny stands 6 foot 2 inches and weighs a good 230 pounds. None of that is flab. He is a construction worker and very muscular. He has a great body! He seemed to take up all the light from the other room as he passed through the doorway. He silently closed the door and moved to my bedside in the moonlit room. He sat on the edge of the bed. He whispered, "I understand that I might be welcome in your bed." I gasped. I could not bring any sound out of my throat. Instead I slid over to the center of the double bed. He took that to be a yes and it was. I didn't stop to consider what I was allowing to happen. I guess that I still had the effects of my having listened to Fran and him going at it the last time he stayed the night. I was aroused even before he came to my bedside. He was wearing only a pair of jeans which he unfastened and slid down and off. In one motion he kicked the jeans across the room, lifted the sheet and slid in next to me. He raised himself up on one elbow and looked down at me. The moonlight coming in the window gave just enough light for us to see each other. He smiled and without a word bent down and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and our tongues worked together for a while. His hand touched my face and gently stroked my neck. Slowly he worked his way to my shoulder and caressed my arm. His hand was rough but gentle. I put my arm around him and returned his kiss with a passion that surprised me. I felt his powerful arm and rubbed his chest. I found his nipple and gently pinched it. I was hopeful that he would touch me everywhere. He did. He cupped my breast and gently rolled my nipple through the fabric of my gown. Now my breasts are not one of my favored erogenous zones but they respond to touch by my nipples extending and hardening. He didn't stay at that for very long. His hand moved down my chest. He caressed my abdomen, my side and down to my hip. We broke the kiss and I finally spoke, "Umm, I love the way you use your hands." He smiled and said, "Thanks, they have some very nice places to work. Your tits are cute and your legs are...Wow!" With that he pushed the top of my gown down my arm and exposed a breast. His mouth found it and his tongue worked over the nipple. He nibbled and licked and sucked. Pleasant but not what I was wanting. I think he realized that this was not all that was needed and his hand moved to my leg. He caressed the outside of my thigh and massaged the underside of my knee. "That's more like it," I said to myself. At least I think I only thought it. I wasn't sure because he immediately moved his hand to my inner thigh. I spread my legs to give him total access to everything. He moved up and began to rub my mound through my now moist panties. I moaned, "Oh yes." After a bit he rose up and began to pull my gown up. I raised my hips and he slid it up to my underarms. I was exposed from my underarms down. He was on his knees and he grasped the lacy waistband of my panties and began to pull them down. Again I raised my hips and allowed him to remove them. He held them up like they were a trophy or something. "Quite cute", I thought. I had not looked at him below his chest. I had been rubbing and caressing his upper body all the while but I had not really looked at him. Once again he lay beside me and began to rub my mound. His rough hands sent sparks throughout my body. He slipped his middle finger in my vagina and began to finger me. I bucked and pushed back on each of his inward strokes. Then he put two fingers in and continued to stroke, not fast, not harshly, but gently. He began to move his fingers from side to side and stretched my opening. When he was satisfied that I was able he added another finger and stretched my opening even more. He rotated the three fingers around in ever expanding circles. It was driving me out of my mind with powerful sensations. He was being careful not to hurt me and I was responding by pushing back with every push of his fingers. He had buried three fingers into me up to the knuckles. It was so good and I wanted more. He must have sensed my need because he pulled his hand away and raised himself over me. He reached down and pulled my legs up and over his shoulders. Next I felt his penis against my vagina. I looked down for the first time and saw how large he was. My eyes got wide and I began to struggle. "No, no, it's too big. I can't take it, it's too big! I'm too small for that! Please don't do this, please!" Tiny pulled back and whispered, "It'll be alright. I won't hurt you. Just relax, I'll go slow; just a little at a time until you get used to it. Trust me it will be okay." I guess he felt me relax some and once again I felt him at my opening. I clenched my teeth and held my breath as he pushed down. The glans penetrated. I groaned and he pulled out. I said, "No, I want you to go ahead. I have to find out. I need to find out." We pushed together and once again he had the head of his penis inside. He pulled back only a little and pushed inward once again a little more was inside me. I was being stuffed like I had never been stuffed before. Slowly he penetrated bit by bit until he reached bottom. Only about half of his organ was inside. He began to push and pull slowly. I relaxed and pushed up as he pushed in. Surprisingly I never felt the pain that I had expected. I was filled. Oh was I filled! With each thrust he gained speed. He developed a rhythm that made me climax a little in only seconds. As he stroked in me I felt a pleasure like nothing I had ever experienced. Fran was right Tiny knew what he was doing. He began to thrust harder. I felt him deeper and deeper until I had taken the entire length of his ample penis. An orgasm was building. I could not believe the intensity of it. When it arrived it was like an explosion that shook my entire body. I screamed out, "Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd. I can't stand it. It's too much. I can't stop cumming! Help me! Oh Tiny don't stop, please. Please don't stop. It's never been like this. Yes, yes. More!" Finally the waves of ecstasy began to soften. I was in a place that I never knew existed. Tiny kept at it and all at once he rammed his member to the hilt and held it. He hissed between his teeth, "You are too much, I can't hold off... " He shot string after string. He ejaculated with a force and volume that I never knew a man was capable of. When his orgasm passed, he began to slowly push and pull his penis in my overflowing pussy. I could hear the slurping sounds as each push forced his spunk out and down my bottom. I could feel his erection slowly softening and I knew that our lovemaking had come to an end. Finally he pulled out and a rush of fluid followed. He let my legs down and rolled over beside me. He reached over and pulled me to his body. He kissed me hard and caressed every part of my body. I fondled him in every way I could think of. He whispered, "Making it with you is more amazing than I could have imagined. Your enthusiasm and reactions made me really work at pleasing you." Then as he caressed my mound, He asked, "Are you satisfied with your loving?" I responded by pulling him close and kissing him. I reached down and took his flaccid penis in my hand and squeezed it gently but firmly. I felt the sticky liquid that coated it. I touched and examined the texture of the rubbery head; the smooth skin of the shaft. I felt the texture of his testicles. The hair that surrounded this wonderful penis was thick and coarse. Even in the relaxed state this powerful cock twitched as I ran my fingers from the hair at the base to the rubbery tip. I felt the semen that still seeped from the opening at the end. I had never felt a man such as this. Tiny continued to caress me and we kissed and held each other for a very long time. Finally I told him that I needed to go into the bathroom and clean up. He released me and I left. When I returned he was fast asleep. I cuddled up next to him and slept. It must have been a couple of hours later. I didn't have a clock but sometime during the night we had gotten into a position where he was spooned up against my back. I awoke with him pushing his erection between my legs and rubbing it against my slit. I feigned being asleep and he kept sliding his member between my legs. I became too aroused to pretend any longer and I reached down and guided him onto my still well lubricated tunnel. I was a little sore from the earlier sex but was anxious to find out if it could be as good as the last time. He laughed and said, "I thought you were faking it." He slowly stroked his cock into me and caressed my breast. Our second love making of the night was slow and gentle. He was giving me wonderful sensations. After what seemed a very long time I challenged him, "Come on Tiny do me like before. I want it and I need it now, please! Make me cum like before!" He needed no more encouragement. He began thrusting hard and fast. The head board of the bed was rocking and bouncing; making thumping noises as slammed against the wall. I reached my climax after only a few minutes. This one didn't last as long as the first but was just as powerful. I guess we were making a lot of noise, because Fran opened the door and told us to knock it off we were waking the whole building. Tiny ejaculated and relaxed. Fran came over to the bed and sat down. She placed her hand on my face and bent down and kissed me. She whispered, "I take it you two are having a good time." I giggled, "You might say that. I would say that I've never had anything like it." She laughed, "I know just what you mean. Tiny is pretty good at this." Tiny interrupted, "Hey, you two. I am still here you know." We all laughed. I looked up at Fran and pulled on her nightgown. I offered, "Why don't you get in here with us. I think that this great lover over here could be coaxed into pleasing us both." Tiny exclaimed, "Hey, I just got my rocks off with you, sexy sister. It might be a while before I can get it up again." Fran pulled her gown over her head and climbed in next to Tiny opposite me. She had nothing else on. She calmly stated, "We might be able to amuse ourselves while we wait". With that she kissed him and began to caress his lower abdomen. I watched and marveled at her enthusiasm. Fran rose up and said "Little sister get to work!" I commenced to follow orders. I massaged his testicles with one hand and caressed his ear with the other. As soon as Fran broke her kiss I took her place. I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I could taste both Fran and Tiny. Their mixture was a powerful aphrodisiac. While I tongued his mouth Fran was doing the same on his penis. Fran and I worked on Tiny as one. It took a while but his powerful organ began to respond. She pulled on Tiny's penis and said, "Come on, use that big hard cock. I'm more than ready for it!" Tiny rose over Fran and as she spread her legs he pushed his cock in to the hilt in one motion. He began to pump into her fast and hard. Fran bucked and moaned. She was really into it. I watched and was really getting turned on. I started pleasuring myself with my finger on my clit. Tiny was once again demonstrating his ability. It was a powerful turn-on watching my sister getting fucked like I had just a short while ago. I was getting close to my orgasm and so was Fran. I watched and wanted to time my climax with hers. After several minutes she tossed her head back and forth and squealed out her pleasure. As she approached her orgasm I sped up my fingering and we came together. Mine was over in just a few seconds. With Tiny's fierce fucking her climax lasted for at least a minute and a half. Tiny was right behind her. He, as was his way, pushed in fully and hissed as he shot his loads deep inside my sister. When he had spent his last he began to slowly stroke her satisfied pussy and the familiar slurping sound rang around the room. Fran laughed and so did I. Tiny looked puzzled. Soon his organ had softened and he withdrew and lay between us. We both began to kiss him and caress him. I chewed on his earlobe and Fran sucked and nibbled on his nipples. We both had a hand on his lovely cock. I nestled against his neck. Fran laid her head on his chest. Sleep came to us and we stayed in this position until daylight streamed through the window. When we awoke I slid out of the bed and found that I was rubbed raw. I could hardly walk. I stumbled into the bathroom and hollered out in pain as I peed. The burning was terrible. Fran and Tiny came in and Fran laughed, "Little sister you now know that you have been with a masterful lover." Tiny offered, "The only cure is for more of the same." I replied, "I don't think so. I need a shower and some coffee." Fran turned on the shower to warm the water. I still had my gown on. I really don't like to be completely naked. I suppose that in a way I am a little ashamed of my petite body. Both Tiny and Fran were buck naked and were determined that I was to be as well. They grabbed me and pulled my gown over my head and tossed it into the corner. I stepped in the tub and let the water spray on my sore nether lips. Tiny and Fran pulled back the shower curtain and climbed in with me. We soaped and washed each other and laughed and played like a trio of little kids. Fran was spending a good bit of time washing Tiny's equipment. It responded by getting hard and jerking as she soaped and rubbed it. She took my hand and placed it on his cock with hers. Tiny grinned and leaned against the wall and let us have our way with him. We jerked and pumped his lovely and very long and thick love tool. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. Soon he tensed up and his mouth opened and he gasped. I could feel his penis begin to jerk as he pushed it into our hands. I had never seen a man ejaculate like he did. It was amazing. I could then relate to what was happening in my vagina when he came. He jerked and a huge string of semen shot across the tub a hit the shower curtain. Then another. This one shot out and hit me in the leg. Then another and another. All told he shot 6 big strings and a couple of smaller ones. Finally some was running out the end and down our hands. I never stopped pumping his organ. Even as it began to soften I remained fascinated. Fran released him and pulled my hand away. She got some soap and washed my leg and Tiny's cock which was bright red and soft. The purple head was impressive even in the softened state. Tiny thanked us for pleasuring him and asked me if he could return the favor. I exclaimed, "No! I am too sore for any more activity down there." Fran kissed him and said we had best be getting dried off and move to the kitchen for coffee. We dressed and gathered in the kitchen. We talked for a while like nothing had happened between us and eventually Tiny left and Fran and I prepared for my trip to the airport. It was time for my return trip home. I told Fran that I was going to have a difficult time explaining why my labia were so swollen. The whole thing was stretched and sore. She remarked, "Just keep him at bay for a week or so and everything should return to normal." Chapter 4 When I got home Jerry was horny. I used every excuse I could think of. We did a lot of necking and petting that first night but I never let him touch me down there. The next night Jerry was not to be denied. I knew that I was still loose and swollen. The soreness was better though. Jerry began to make love to me. He did all the things a lady wants from her man in preparation for sex. Inevitably his hand made it to my vagina. He rubbed me with his palm and then put his finger in my slit. He suddenly pulled his hand back. He broke our kiss and looked down at me and placed his finger in my opening again. He added a second and then a third. He moved them around and then removed them. I knew then that he knew. He swallowed and spoke, "He must have been a really big guy." Summer Pleasures I responded, "Yes he was." Jerry asked, "Did he make you cum?" "Yes, several times," was all I could think to say. Without another word Jerry climbed between my legs and inserted himself. He fucked like he had never fucked me before. I guess I was so stretched that I really didn't feel him that much. He seemed to find sufficient friction because as usual he shot his load almost immediately. He rolled off and began to rub my clit. He really worked at it and managed to get me off with his talented hands. My orgasm was pretty intense. I guess I was fantasizing about my summer pleasures as well as Jerry's wonderful handiwork. I felt bad about Jerry's abilities but I could hardly wait to get that big cock again next year. The rest of the year Jerry insisted that I tell him about Tiny and how he had made love to me and how he had made love to Fran. He seemed to get more enjoyment from my descriptions of how Fran and I made love to Tiny. He insisted on details and I found it very erotic to relive the events. Our sex had never been better. We were in each other's arms 3 or 4 times each week. I was in paradise. But in the back of my mind I continued to fantasize about the next trip to Chicago. At his point Chrissie stopped her narrative. She sighed and looked around. I could tell that she was concerned that she might have been overheard. I smiled and assured her that no one had been listening to our conversation. She looked thoughtful for a few seconds and stated, "I have kept a journal and it contains rather lengthy and detailed recollections of my experiences. If you would meet with me again I would like for you to take it with you and perhaps I could elaborate if you have questions. I would be willing to meet with you until all of it has been covered." I replied that I would be in Des Moines for the balance of the month and arranged for us to meet two days later. Same place, same time. After she had presented me with her journal I watched carefully the expressions on her face and her body language. It was evident that she was hesitant, embarrassed, but determined to get this exercise behind her. I spent my free time reading her journal and made copies for future reference and made notes in the areas that required more detail. When we next met she was enthusiastic about providing details. Her recall was extraordinary. The following are my attempts at reporting the events I gleaned from her journal and the details from our meetings of which there were a total of five. Chapter 5 So then this year, another summer of pleasures... Fran told me of her conversation with Tiny... It went something like this—"Hi Tiny. Just wanted to let you know that I am picking Chrissie up at the airport this Saturday morning. Think you could come over Saturday evening? I'll prepare some snacks and some coffee or soda to drink." Tiny answered—"I think so. I have a soccer match in the afternoon but I could be there about 7. Fran told me as we drove to her apartment from the airport that Tiny would join us at 7 o'clock. We arrived at her place at 11 o'clock. I counted every minute until Tiny was to arrive. I was pretty distracted and wasn't much company all afternoon. I kept replaying my sexual encounter with Tiny from last year. I reflected on Jerry's comments as we parted at the airport..."Have a good time. I will be thinking about you and your nights. I love you and want you to enjoy yourself completely in whatever ways you can." The anticipation was made even more exciting by Jerry's encouragement. At 5 o'clock I began to freshen up and fix my makeup. I had unpacked and put away my clothes. I had decided before I left home what I wanted to wear if I were to see Tiny again. I wanted to be as alluring as I could make myself. I was afraid that he might not be as interested in me as I was in him and his... Maybe he had not totally enjoyed our sex and maybe I wasn't as good or as attractive as he wanted. All these self doubts had run through my mind while I was preparing for my annual trip to visit Fran. When Fran told me that he was coming for the evening I was on cloud nine. The closer to 7 o'clock that it got, the greater my anticipation became and the hotter I became. I so wanted to make love with this gentle giant and his marvelous love tool. Fran had never said that Tiny would be coming for my pleasure. So maybe I would be denied his sex. My arousal leaped from one extreme to another. Seven came and went. No Tiny. At 7:30 the phone rang. It was Tiny explaining that something had come up and he was not going to be able to come over after all. Fran asked him why and I guess that he said he would be tied up with his teammates until 9 or 9:30 and that seemed too late for a visit. Fran insisted that it was not and anyway she wanted him to spend the night. He relented and said he would get there as soon as he could. I knew that he just didn't want to have to face me and feel like he was obligated to have sex with me and not really want to. When I told Fran about my concern she admitted that she expected she would be sleeping alone tonight. Tiny would be there for me. Fran said that she would guarantee that Tiny was very interested. His trying to back out on this evening was more likely afraid that I would not be interested. I felt better and began to get that feeling; that sensation of anticipating a sexual encounter, wanting to make love and not being able to get right to it. I was tempted to go to my bedroom and masturbate. I resisted the temptation but was getting hotter by the minute. How the minutes dragged on. I had prepared by removing my underwear and was clothed in a red satin wrap around dress. It was held together with only the sash that tied at the waist. The hem came to about 3 inches below my bottom and the neckline exposed the area between my unencumbered breasts. Fran had whistled when I came out of my bedroom. She pointed out how great it showed off my legs. Tiny arrived just before 9 o'clock. Fran led him to sit on the sofa with me. I was at one end and he had sat at the other end. He seemed ill at ease. But then so did I. Fran brought us coffee and set the mugs on the coffee table. She took her mug and sat in a chair apposite us. Fran had not made any attempt at hiding her charms. She was wearing a rather tight fitting knit T that had a suggestive message printed on it. He was braless and her breasts were displayed as much as if she wore nothing at all. She had chosen a flower patterned wide shirt. When she crossed her legs her panties were displayed. Tiny had noticed. Conversation was hard to come by. Fran asked about his soccer match and he said they lost. Each question was responded to with a brief statement. He drank some coffee and never looked at me. After 15 or 20 minutes of this Fran leaned forward and said, "You two can at least look at one another and touching is not prohibited." We each turned toward the other. Tiny put his hand on mine. He smiled and said, "It is nice to see you again. Did you have a nice trip?" I replied, "Yes it was okay. I look forward to my visit all year." With that I placed my other hand on top of his. He moved closer and looked me in the eyes. "I'm glad." He reached out and put his hand behind my head and pulled me closer. He bent down and kissed me on the lips. So gentle, so soft, so sensuous. When he pulled back he looked down and asked, "Would you allow me to share your bed again?" He continued, "I've hoped that you would. I've thought about tonight all day." He looked away and said, "I was hesitant to come over tonight because I was afraid that you might have regretted having been with me. I know you are married and... Well, you're not the type to screw around on your husband." I smiled and replied, "I have no regrets and any woman that would not want to be your lover is a fool. My husband knows about our being intimate and is okay with it. In fact he has encouraged me to continue." With that he pulled me to him and kissed me hard. Our tongues met and he began to caress my face with those rough manly hands. He wasted no time. His hand found the opening of my dress and fondled my breasts. He caressed my nipples with his forefinger; firmly but sweetly. He seemed to be surprised to find no bra and no resistance on my part. Like I said, my breasts are not one of my great erogenous zones. But guys like it and touching them excites them. And I like it that they like it. Tiny continued to knead my breasts. I was wiggling and mewing. I was so excited. I kept thinking, "When are you going to touch me down there. I am so hot and moist and I really need some attention down there." Finally I could not hold back any longer. I spread my legs and took his hand and placed it between my thighs. Tiny took it from there and moved to my bare vagina. He rubbed up and down my slit and found my clit and rapidly massaged it. I buried my face into his neck and shoulder and cried out, "Oh yes. Oh yes, Oh nooo. It's going to happen too soon!" And it happened. Tiny continued to work on me. He pushed two fingers in me and slowly fingered my pussy. We were kissing non-stop and I was moaning and wiggling my hips. Finally Fran stood up and stated, "Why don't you two take it into the bedroom so I can watch some TV." We broke our kiss and he removed his fingers. He placed one in his mouth and savored the taste of me. He put another to my lips and urged me to taste my love fluid. I declined and he stood up and put out his hand to help me up. When I stood up the sash that held my dress together was loose and the front of the dress opened up and my whole front was exposed. Both of them gazed at my nakedness. Tiny moved behind me and pulled the dress off and placed it on the sofa. Fran came to me and hugged me. She smiled and caressed my face. As she stepped back she smiled at Tiny and kissed me on the cheek. She walked away and wished us, "Have a good time kids." To Tiny she said, "Take care of my little sister. You are one lucky man. She is very sexy." Tiny nodded his agreement. He led me to my bedroom removing his t-shirt and kicking off his shoes as he went. Once inside he closed the door. I pulled the covers off the bed and slid to the center of the full sized mattress. Tiny was pulling off his socks and unfastening his jeans. He was in a hurry. I watched as each article of clothing came off. I was eager to see if that huge cock was ready. He turned away from me as he removed his jeans and his briefs. He did have a nice butt. When he turned around his penis was fully erect and standing proudly. It was every bit as massive as I had remembered. He licked his lips and climbed into the bed and began to caress me in all the right places. First behind my ears (I really get turned on with that.) then he moved to my back and caressed that spot just at the end of my spine. He moved his palm in circles there. I held his arm and pulled up against him. His erection pressed against my abdomen and slid up. Damn it was long. It seemed to reach from my navel to under my breast. He moved me on my back and I spread my legs; offering him everything. He caressed my inner thighs. His hand found my vagina and he started fingering me with 3 fingers. He began moving them around and back and forth. I could wait no longer. I begged, "Please Tiny I want you now." He was ready and didn't hesitate to climb between my spread legs. Grasping both legs he raised them over his shoulders. I locked my ankles around his neck and pulled him down. We kissed, hard. I sensed him take hold of his penis and I felt the glans against my opening. I held my breath as he pushed in and I responded by lifting up to meet him. He went in slowly but continuously until I felt his testicles against my backside. He held for a few seconds without moving. I let my breath out. He had penetrated me completely and I was able to once again accommodate his lovely monster. Damn, I had wanted this for so long. I relaxed and he began his slow strokes. I met each thrust and slammed against him when he hit bottom. I whispered, "Faster, make it like I remember from before. I want you to ravish me with that wonderful monster." Ignoring my plea he continued with his superb routine and slowly increased the speed of his strokes. I relaxed and let him guide me to that wonderful climax that I hoped was going to happen. We had been at it for several minutes at a moderate and deliberate pace. I was fierce in meeting each thrust with an urgent push back. I met each stroke with an attempt to engulf him completely. I was responding with such a passion that I thought that I would lose my mind. I was in ecstasy. I was completely in his spell and my whole being was centered in my utterly filled vagina. He made me kiss his lips and accept his tongue. He used his hands on my body. They were rough and the coarseness only added to my passion. I began tossing my head back and forth and crying. Literally crying like a baby. Nothing had ever had me so aroused. The anticipation and then the delay of his arrival had made the reality beyond belief. Tears ran down my cheeks. I whimpered, 'Tiny, oh Tiny, you're making me climax too soon. I don't want this to end. I want to feel this way forever. Please make it last, please Tiny." And last it did. When my orgasm came we had been working together for at least 20 minutes. My climax lasted for several minutes and I lost consciousness as it reached its peak. When I came around Tiny was lying next to me. His limp penis was majestically lying against his stomach and it glistened with the silky film of our juices. I sighed as I recalled what had happened. I reached down and put my hand on my nether lips and felt his semen seeping from inside me. I knew then that he had climaxed as well. I closed my eyes and whispered, 'Thank you." I wanted to ask if he had experienced as powerful an orgasm as I had. I thought better of it. I knew that he had been with women like Fran that were much better lovers than me and I didn't want to make him lie for my ego's sake. Tiny is a considerate lover. As soon as I spoke he rose over me and kissed me. The kind of kiss that says you are special. I returned in kind. I rolled onto my side and he spooned up against me. I was too exhausted to care about cleaning up. I closed my eyes and sighed from total satisfaction. Chapter 6 I slept until 8'oclock. When I turned over the bed was empty. Tiny was gone. I was disappointed. I rubbed my clit and put a couple of fingers in my opening. I rubbed softly and then hard and with three fingers. I smiled and pulled them away. I had had sex with Tiny and I wasn't sore. I got up and went to the bathroom. I started the shower and when the water was just the right temperature I climbed into the tub. I realized that I really wanted to have a good soak rather than a shower. I kicked the plug down and changed the water from the shower to the faucet. I sat down and let the water begin to cover me. I washed and paid special attention to sloshing some of the bath water on my love area to get rid of the semen that had dried in my hair and on my underside. As I cleaned off the remnants of our sex I thought, "Damn, I am getting horny just thinking about it." Fran and I would have to compare notes. I wanted to know if she had ever experienced the kind of passion that had overtaken me last night. I soaked for a while and decided that Fran must have thought that I needed to sleep late and had taken Tiny out so as to not awake me. I got out of the tub and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and went to look for them. First I checked Fran's bedroom; no one there. I shrugged and went to the kitchen to see if I could find some coffee. As I rounded the corner I could not believe my eyes. Fran was leaning face down on the kitchen table and Tiny was behind her pumping her like crazy. I stopped and just watched. They were too into what they were doing to notice me. It was so erotic. I watched and dropped my towel. I leaned against the door jamb and caressed myself. Soon Fran rose up and threw her head back and wailed, "Oh gawd, yes, yes. Faster big guy I'm almost there. Oh yes I'm cumming. NOW!" And she shook all over. Tiny pushed hard into her and grunted, "Me too!" He jerked and pushed against her several times and then backed away. He was softening and it was coated with their juices. Fran just lay on the table and didn't move for a few seconds. Finally she rose up and saw me standing there rubbing myself. "What do you think little sister?" I watched as semen ran down her thigh and dripped onto the floor. "I think that you got lucky this morning, very lucky." Tiny grinned and remarked, "I believe I am the lucky one. I have made it with two very attractive and sexy ladies in the last twelve hours." "Actually I nailed this one a couple of times", he said as he slapped Fran on her butt. I smiled, "I am jealous. When do I get a chance to even up the score?" They both chuckled. I did not. I was serious. Fran went to the cabinet and got a towel. She wet one end and began to wipe that glorious penis and dry it off. She really over did it, but Tiny wasn't complaining. She then wiped the stuff off the floor and her leg and went to the bathroom to clean up. I poured Tiny a mug of coffee and one for myself. I picked up my towel and laid it on a chair I pointed for Tiny to sit down. He did so and I sat cross-ways on his lap. I held my mug in one hand and placed the other behind his neck and pulled him down to my lips. I kissed him hard and my tongue went out to meet his. He began to caress my legs. I opened up to allow him access to my overheated vagina. He went right to work. He massaged my clitoris and probed my opening. I came almost immediately. I kissed him and said, "Thanks again." Tiny caressed my back and cleared his throat. He began, "Fran left the room partly so I could be alone with you. I have something to propose that may offend you. I hope not because I really care about you. I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you." I replied, "What could you possibly say that would hurt me?" He began, "You know that Fran and I have a special relationship. I really like making love with you but I feel like I am taking something away from her when I am with you. Fran tells me that you are willing to have sex with me because I am able to give you orgasms by you know... I understand that I am the first for that to happen. I thought that perhaps you would be okay with having someone else provide you with that experience. If someone else was with you then I could devote my efforts to Fran. After all I am only one man and the two of you can be very demanding." I stood up and looked down at him "I love Fran and I don't want to take advantage of her willingness to allow me to be with you. I've really appreciated her understanding while I am with you. I understand what you're saying." I looked away and continued, "As far as getting another man involved, I just don't know. I have become so comfortable being with you and have not really felt that guilty about maybe I was betraying my husband. Doing this with a stranger...well it doesn't seem right. Anyway I wonder if another man would be able to satisfy me like you do." Tiny smiled, "If you would go along I believe I have a couple of buddies that could fill the bill." I thought about his proposal for a while and bent down and hugged him. The more I thought about it the more erotic the possibility became. I sighed, "Okay, I guess I would be a real bitch if I said no. I thought to myself, "I must confess that I am a little curious about what it would be like to have a variety of lovers. Fran has told me stories..."