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Theresa

By: yoyo138496



Theresa was a girlfriend that I dated back when I was in High School. We never had a chance to actually do too much because we both lived with our parents and we were young.

A couple years later she moved from out of town and back to my hometown. I however, was now living out of town but I happened to be in town one day when she stopped by my parents house to see how I was doing. 

Probably about a year later once I was single again I looked her up. I told her that I was going to be visiting my family and wondered if she might want to get together. She had a kid now and a boyfriend but told me that if I wanted to stop by and say that would be fine. She gave me directions to her house and I decided to stop by and say hi.

Her boyfriend was at work and we sat down on the couch and began to catch up a little bit on old times. She had been the first woman that I had ever fallen in love with and it was coming back and I couldn't help but think about what might have been if we hadn't broken up.

I leaned over and told her that I had missed her. As I was doing so she turned her head toward me and I decided that I should try to kiss her. She kissed me hard in return. Our tongues tangled and danced as we kissed and I pulled her close to me. My hands found their way all over her body. I began to play with her tits through her shirt. I reached under to get a better feel and slowly unhooked her bra to free her tits. As I was doing this she was fumbling with my zipper as she was trying to get my dick out. I rolled her over onto her back so that I could get into a better position. I then began to pull at her pants and tried to get her pants and panties down. I finally got them off and she finally got my pants down too. I pulled myself hard up against her. She reached down and put my dick into her already soaking wet pussy. 

She stopped kissing me and moaned as I entered her. She moaned, "Oh my God! I have waited so long to feel you inside of me! It feels so good! OOOOHHHH!!!

She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her and wouldn't let me move. She moved her hips up and just held me there. She said, "Oh my God! I am cumming all over your cock! I can't believe you just made me cum just by putting your hard cock inside of me!" 

After she stopped shaking she said, "I want you to fuck the shit out of me!! I want you to fuck me hard!"

So I started to fuck her good. Just as I was getting into it good she said, "Oh my God, you're making me cum again!" 

She just pulled my ass and held me deep inside her wet pussy again as she was cumming all over me. Once her body stopped shaking again she let me go so I could start pounding her again. 

I was fucking her good and hard and she was getting into it again really good and I told her that I was going to cum and she said, "Oh ya! I am going to cum too! I want you to cum with me!"

I was about to cum and she said, "I'm cumming again!"

She pulled me deep inside of her as I started cumming. I shot load after load of my hot cum deep inside her wet pussy. It felt so good to finally fuck her like I had always wanted to.

I collapsed on top of her. She told me, "I have wanted to feel you and your cum deep inside me for so long. I am so glad that I finally got to fuck you."

The next day she found a babysitter for her son and we decided to go on a date. I told her when we dated before about how I really love a woman that wears a dress. A dress has always been a big turn on for me. For our date she decided to wear a nice short summer dress.

On our way out we got into my truck to head to a movie. She had a little surprise for me though while we were driving. She decided that while I was driving that she would start sucking my dick. It felt so good to have her lips wrapped around my cock.  

I told her that I was going to pull over and fuck her right there if she didn't stop. I decided to pull into the nearby park. Since it was dark nobody would even know we were there.

We went over to the train that the kids climb on sometimes and started to kiss hard. Our tongues were tangling and I reached down and grabbed her ass to pull her close to me. I said, "I want to fuck you right here, right now!"

She said, "Oh ya, I need that hard cock right now!" 

With that she turned around, bent over and told me to fuck her. To my surprise she was not wearing and underwear. I just grinned and aimed my hard cock at her wet pussy. I grabbed her ass and pulled it close as I buried my cock in her pussy. She held her ass against my balls and said, "Oh my god!! That feels so good!!" and ground her ass against me as her pussy twitched as she came all over me.

I finally got to start pounding her pussy good and hard. I grabbed her hips and pulled them hard against me over and over again. She continued to cum all over my cock several more times before I told her that I was going to cum.

When I told her that I was going to cum she said, "Oh ya! Cum deep inside my wet pussy! You're going to make me cum again too!!" 

Just as her body began to shake with yet another body shaking orgasm she said, "I'm cumming!! Cum deep inside me!" and I came hard inside her. My body shook with against her ass as we were both cumming. 

We had to get back to the house and as we walked back to the car she was walking kind of bow legged and said, "I can feel your cum running down the inside of my legs. I love feeling your cum inside me. We need to do this more often."

I told her that I agree and that was the beginning of a wonderful sexual relationship with her.

Theresa and Claire



I had never been a believer in fate. Yet I'm sure there are people who will swear that if they hadn't carried out one simple innocent action, taken one route against another, their lives would be completely different. So it was with me that warm July Saturday afternoon when I chose to walk into that coffee bar. I had not been in a coffee bar since my ex-wife, Cora, left me for more lucrative company three years earlier. 

I had enjoyed a casual stroll around the city from bookshop to bookshop, checking which of them had my second novel on display. Out of five shops, only one had an appreciative display extolling the fact that I was a local author. But at least the others had it among a selection of recent publications.

The local park provided me with a comfortable break from my tour. I sat in the sunshine watching the world pass by, pondering on why my second novel had, so far, not had the success of the first. Cynically, I considered the reason to be that this one was less raunchy. Financially, with a movie option pending, that first one had put me in a very comfortable position compared with where I had been. Hard luck, Cora.

Coming out of the park I had spotted the coffee bar across the road with people sitting out on a wide terrace. It just looked inviting, on a fine day, and I was parched. An iced tea had some appeal. A couple were just leaving their table, so I was quickly settled in a seat which gave me a view of the street, as well as across the rest of the terrace. 

As the pretty waitress took my order, I became aware that a lady sitting alone three tables away was staring in my direction. 

"Anything to eat, sir. Creamed scone?"

I looked up into her wide attractive eyes, and said, "That sounds like a very good idea." She gave me a smile and as she moved away, I couldn't help noticing that the lady three tables away was still looking in my direction. Expecting eye contact, was she? Then I would oblige. Her eyes did not turn away from my glance. In fact, was that a slight smile that played at the corners of generous lips. That was when it struck me like a lightning bolt. 

Those lips, that hair, the colour of a lioness, slightly longer than I remembered.. Surely it couldn't be, could it? We had been together only a few hours, and it had been -what?—seven years ago, when I was twenty two. I had to know, and I slid out of my seat.

As I approached she stood up. A trim figure in a neatly fitting yellow sundress. If she was who I thought, (she had been naked when we parted), her shape was undiminished by the years. But the fact that she stood up as I walked towards her confirmed that recognition was mutual. 

Just as I was about to speak her name she said, "Ah, yes. It is you, Brad."

"Claire? I didn't think it possible that--" My voice faded away.

She laughed at my difficulty, "Quite a surprise, Brad. Please, sit with me."

I sat down, my head full of images of when we'd last been together. My mind full of questions. "You still dance?"

Her mouth drooped just a little, "No, I'm a buyer for a fashion company. You still working for that publishing firm--wanting to write, weren't you?

Trying to be as modest as I could, I told her that I had written two books, and her face lit up again as she responded, "Two? Marvellous. Would I know any of them?"

I saw the waitress heading for my earlier table and I stood up and waved. She came with my iced tea and scone, and I caught her glance between the two of us. "Would you like anything else, Mrs Leeman."

Claire told her no, and I was wondering why I should feel a little dismayed by the fact that she was married.

"They know you here," I observed.

She nodded, "I'm a regular. I work nearby."

"And you're married."

"Was. Just didn't drop the name. You're married, I suppose."

"Was," And we shared a laugh. "Just didn't have enough money."

"But your books?"

"I was a struggling author when she left, she wanted more security."

"Were you're books successful?"

"The first one.was. 'Catching Maisie'"

Her eyebrows shot up, "Oh, by Brad Newsome. That's you?"

"We never did exchange surnames, did we? But you've read it?"

She shook her head, "I will now. But it had so much publicity—in the press—I heard them talk about it on television. And some of the women at work were very turned on by the sex scenes." And the up and under look she gave me drove me back to our time together when two naked ladies danced before my eyes.

Suddenly I knew there was a question I should have asked earlier, "Theresa?" Even as I asked that question another was forming.

Claire's lips puckered as she shook her head, and said, "She went to London."

A little surprised that they were apart as they had seemed so close, I said, "But I thought the pair of you were set to go to America."

Her sorrowful face already told me that the answer was going to be a struggle for her, "London got in the way. Can we talk about something else, please. You've got cream on your nose."

I had tried a bite at the cream scone, and her laugh was partly relief at escaping from my queries. I wiped the cream away with my handkerchief.

She looked at her watch, "Oh, I'm sorry. I have an appointment."

So much to talk about, and she was arguably even more delectable, than I recalled from seven years ago. Maturity loaned an added sensuality to her demeanour. I needed to see her again.

"Could I take you out for a meal--there's no hurry. How about tonight?"

She laughed, "Fast worker? Or desperate?" Then her face hardened a little. "No strings? I mean it's not a case of picking up where we left off."

If I was pressed I would have had to admit, that prospect didn't bother me at all. "We can't," I said lightly, "there were three of us then."

A cloud momentarily crossed her face, but she said, "I would like to see you again. If you recognise it is just a friendly get together."

I held up a hand. "Nothing else."

Within minutes we had agreed to meet at a nearby up-market restaurant at eight o'clock. "I'll be staying in town. You will excuse me not changing?"

"Oh, that makes it difficult," I said, determined to keep it light. I had detected a certain sadness in her that I hoped I might erase.

"Not smart enough?" she asked.

"On the contrary. You'll look too alluring."

A slight tightening of her mouth before she replied, "No sweet talk, please."

"That wasn't sweet talk. It was truth."

She gifted me a grateful smile, before standing up, and saying, "I hope you don't think I'm applying too many restrictions, but could we avoid talking about the past."

Something was clearly bothering her. Had our meeting up like this. stirred up some unwanted memory? Again I applied a teasing tone when I said, "Even mine?"

A wider smile this time, "No, I have questions to ask you."

I finished my coffee as I watched her walk away, swaying between the tables. A seductive mover then, a seductive mover now, as other pairs of male eyes watched her exit.

Back in my flat, I sat down in front of my computer to attempt an early outline for a third novel. I fancied dipping into the crime thriller genre, knowing the type I liked. In neither of my two published novels had I known exactly what the end would be when I started the writing. Would I, with this genre, need to know exactly where I was going? 

I had sat there for over an hour, and had made very little progress. Why? Illusive as a half forgotten dream, Claire and voluptuous images from that one sensuous night would not clear my mind. The fact that our coffee bar meeting had been so unexpected, plus, and probably more significantly, the sheer breathtaking appeal of her face and body, would just not let me concentrate.

How old would she be now? Our previous encounter had taken place in 1986. So that would make her thirty years old now, one year older than me. But judging on that brief meeting of the afternoon, she looked so much younger than her years. 

After another struggle to sustain my efforts on my book, I gave up, and ran myself a hot bath. Luxuriating in the warm suds, I again found that evening seven years earlier on my mind, but, totally relaxed, I was able to regain a more positive picture of how we met.

I was twenty two years old, recently out of university with decent degrees in English Literature and Creative Writing, with what might sound like a pompous idea of becoming a novelist. There had to be some starting point, and I was fortunate to find employment with a well-known publishing company. It couldn't write the books for me, but I hoped to gain insights into how submissions were treated, and if possible, what was being looked for. 

Towards the end of my first year I was offered the opportunity to attend an informal presentation dinner for the year's newcomers in fiction. This was somewhere I had hoped to be in due course.

There must have been about a hundred people seated at the long tables in one of the popular hotels. I found myself seated beside a grey haired man, perhaps in his late forties, who kept on moaning about his bad luck in not hitting the right publisher. Fortunately for me, and doubly fortunate I was to find out, directly opposite were two extremely attractive young ladies, bare shouldered in loose fitting, sparkling tops, that gave just a hint of the shapeliness that lay beneath..

Their faces were high cheek boned, with generous lips, and, from across the table, similar wide brown eyes. Did I imagine that the young lady in the green top looked directly at me, before leaning close to her partner in the blue top, and whispering something that had blue top glancing in my direction? Probably wishful thinking. They were certainly stunning. 

Grey hair had obviously been attracted to them too, as he diverted from boring me with his failures to trying to impress the young ladies with his dubious charm. Having learned they were not writers he gave them a brief outline of his successes, which, after our conversation, I guessed he must be inventing. I don't think he even noticed green top's glance at her companion, before she tapped a clenched fist over an exaggerated yawn. 

Having ended his limited success story grey hair then asked bluntly, "You girls looking for some companionship after this?"

Again it was green top who responded, "That could be interesting. Do you know of any young men who might be interested?" The look in her eye, and the way she stressed that word, 'young' had grey hair giving a grumpy 'Huh' before turning to bestow his moans on the lady on his left.

Green top favoured me with a quick smile. In spite of having some success at university, my confidence with women was still in the adolescent stage, but the situation now did seem to present an opening.

"Are you in publishing?" I asked rather inanely.

"We're dancers," she replied, brushing the crow black hair from her face, and from that point the evening moved at a rapid pace. There were a few mutually admiring glances, as we slowly and gradually built our conversation, which started with the weather, and by the third course, we had exchanged names.. The girl in the green top, was Theresa, and the blue top was Claire. I learned that, they were in fact, sisters, and Theresa, at twenty five, was the elder, by two years.

Intrigued by the fact that they were dancers, I moved the conversation back to the subject by asking, "Ballet?" At which the girls exchanged indefinable glances, and Claire, who unlike her sister had a neat bob of tawny hair, seemed to be the more withdrawn of the two, told him, "That's how we started." And Theresa added, "But we have extended our range, become more—more-"

"Flexible," Claire finished for her, and giving him an up and under glance, added, "More athletic." 

"Oh, yes," Theresa agreed, "Definitely that. We have to stay supple" And they gave a joint tinkling laugh before Theresa asked, "Are you in publishing?"

I told them I was, and how my ambition was to be a novelist. Claire showed more interest in that. As we talked it became clear that she was the one more interested in the arts, particularly books and film.

Then I asked them how they came to be present, and in telling me they had been invited, they named a renowned publisher of a large firm. I was impressed but wondered how such an association had been made. 

Late in the proceedings it was announced that a well known local comedian was to close the evening. A middle aged guy, smartly dressed in a light blue suit, stepped up onto the stage, and started with, "A drunk staggers down the street late at night. Comes to a lamp-post and stands trying to poke his key into it. A constable comes along and tells him, "I don't think anybody's in there, mate." The drunk nods his head, " Yes, there is. See? There's a light on upstairs."

As the laughter faded, I saw Theresa turn anxiously to her sister, pointing at her watch, "We're going to miss our train." And that was my chance to show off my second hand, recently purchased car, and, without being too hopeful, my chance to test the waters of all the glances. So, I asked where they lived, and it wasn't too far out of my way. I asked if they'd trust me to give them a lift. and they were more than eager to accept.

When they eventually stood up, I saw how slender they both were. They were wearing identical long black skirts that buttoned up the front, and although the tops hung loosely, there could be no doubt that they were a very shapely duo. 

So, I drove them to their house, and into what was, for me, the totally unexpected. But my bath water was cooling, and I shut down my thinking on that subject, wondering how deeply I might recall subsequent events. Anyway, as I dried off, I thought it best to get off the subject since I had promised Claire there was to be no looking back. But I was so curious to know what had split her from her sister.

Knowing that she was going to look casual in that close fitting yellow dress, I wore my light-weight jacket over an open neck blue shirt and fawn pants. I was in the restaurant by ten minutes to eight and was shown directly to a table. For just a few minutes I worried that she might have had second thoughts, but at three minutes to eight she came in.

I knew how she would be dressed, but something thudded in my chest as she swayed in my direction, a warm smile lighting her lovely face. Maybe being aware that she had been a dancer had me accounting for the way she moved, confident and sensuous. I could imagine that I saw the body that moved under that dress. Once again male heads turned watching her slinky progress, and their lascivious looks turned to glances of envy in my direction., which made me feel so privileged..

I stood to greet her, and held a chair out for her. All very gallant. She told me I looked very cool and elegant and from there the evening went perfectly. Well, almost perfectly. Food was marvellous, and our conversation was bright as we talked about books and films. As promised she questioned me about my past. I told her of how working at the publishers kept the wolf from the door.

"But not far enough away for your wife?"

I could look at that episode without rancour now, as I told her, "It was a story of two wolves. The one at my door, and the rich Frenchman who whisked her away to Paris."

Her face showed genuine regret, "How awful for you."

"Well, yes and no. We were drifting apart already, and two weeks after she left I heard that my book had been accepted, and that the film rights had already been sold."

"Oh, you didn't tell me that. That's marvellous." She took a sip of her wine before asking, "How long were you married?"

"Only two and a half years. "

"Was she good in bed?"

The question made me gulp it was so unexpected—from her. In the brief time I knew them it had been Theresa who had done most of the frank talking, who asked the most intimate questions.

As I struggled to give my answer, she said, "Oh, I shouldn't have asked in that way." Then she gave me a little smile, "You see, I bought your book after I left you. I read the first two chapters before I came out." Her head nodded appreciatively, "Quite sexy. So that husband and wife and their activities weren't based on experience?" 

I laughed, "Your question surprised me, but the answer is a 'no'. She tended to make bed a cool place."

She turned her head away for just a moment, and I said," Would it be out of place for me to ask why you and your husband separated?"

When she turned to face me again, she wore a smile that looked to be almost a chuckle, "A cool place, you said. And coincidentally, that's exactly what he said about me."

"What? You? Was he mad? Had you changed since we--?"

She held up a hasty hand, "No looking back we agreed."

I nodded as she went on, "Brad, when you're a warm person, it takes a lot of ice to make you cool." She looked down at her plate, "And there was an iceberg he called a heart."

I was pleased she could talk about it, "Well, you're a free woman now."

"Almost," she said, but did not elaborate, and that little session was the only low point of the evening. Almost perfect, as I said earlier. Perfect would have been taking her into my arms, and kissing her, before she climbed into her taxi. A smile, a brief touch of hands, and a date fixed for three days time was all that happened.

Over the next three weeks we met a number of times. We took in three movies, a jazz concert, and a host of different restaurants. After much protest at the distance, (we lived at opposite ends of the city) she allowed me to drive her home. As I told her, "I've done it for you before." She frowned slightly and I remembered her ruling about the past.

By the end of that third week she had taken to first, holding my arm as we walked, in the park, or on the street, but that quickly moved to her hand in mine. I looked at her on the first occasion, and she returned what I could only call a 'shy' smile. Short kisses became deeper, but always rather chaste. Always I sensed a reticence.

One night during our fourth week together, I drove her home, and she invited me in for coffee. It had happened once before with only one of the brief kisses to end it. But on this occasion, as I was leaving, she clung to me at the front door and her tongue searched mine as we kissed. Feeling ecstatic about this move, I could have swept her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. At that moment she was the only thing in my life.

But then she broke the kiss and stepped back. Her eyes were clouded with what I hoped was passion, yet they were also moist. Were they tears? And I knew they were from what she said next, "Brad, you know I have this bug in my head. It's a hurt, a pain that I've lived with for a few months now, unable to move on, unable to react to you in the way I would like."

I tried to remain calm, hoping against hope that she was opening out. "Don't worry, Claire. I've accepted it."

"But I feel I'm not the real me. I need to purge the hurt away, to talk it all out." Now she moved in close again and those wonderful eyes looked soulfully into mine. "Brad," she whispered, "would you allow me to cook you a meal on Saturday? I need someone I can talk the whole thing out with, and I'm convinced now that you'll be sympathetic."

"You know I will, If that's what you want."

"It is," she said, and gently brushed her lips over mine before adding," It might be a miserable night for you though."

"I'll take that risk, if it eases your mind."

All the way home my mind was in turmoil. Just what did she want to tell me? I was pretty sure it was something to do with Theresa, and the way they had fallen out with each other. When I reached home, my thoughts were full of the pair of them, as I'd known them for that one unforgettable night. I poured myself a generous glass of Lagavulin malt, sat down in my favourite chair and let the remaining memories of that special night wash over me.




Theresa and Claire



Driving them home from that publishing function, I kept looking at them whispering to each other in the back seat. Even in the gloom of the car they looked fabulous. I saw them nod their heads as though in agreement about something, and when I stopped the car in front of what looked like a fairly imposing detached house, Theresa leaned towards me between the seats, so close that I could smell her lavender perfume. "Could we invite you in for a night cap? Just to show our appreciation."

I had only vaguely hoped for such an invitation, so was quick to accept. Although there being two of them, I couldn't see anything developing. 

Inside the front door, the girls ignored a door on the right and Theresa remarked, "We've had a small gymnasium installed in there." As they lead me up a wide staircase I expressed my surprise. "Have to keep fit," Claire said.

I learned that their father, since deceased, had purchased the house for them, and they had various alterations done to it. Within minutes I was seated on a plush maroon leather sofa with a glass of malt whiskey in my hand. The large sitting room was elegantly laid out with G-plan furniture, and a mini-bar in one corner. The walls were decorated with many pictures, many of them of dancers. 

On an identical sofa sitting facing me, the young ladies sipped at champagne, and already I was surprised to see their glasses half empty. Claire went and replenished their two glasses, after I had indicated I was okay. 

"Are you going to tell him?" Claire asked her sister.

"Of course." Theresa said and her face became serious, "First of all, you may be thinking that we do this sort of thing all the time."

I had to admit that thought had crossed my mind.

"Wrong," Claire added."Would you believe, this is the very first time we have brought a man back here with both of us?" She had leaned forward and the neckline of her top drooped sufficiently to give a tantalising glimpse of the foothills of her breasts.

"Oh, we have had individual affairs," Theresa came in. "We're a long way from being virgins. But we are further away from being whores. Which many men assume we are when they've seen our act."

"It can be dangerous to work them up with the impression that we're easy. But they soon learn that we're not." Claire said.

I was totally confused by this, so I asked, "So why am I here?"

Theresa nodded, "Tonight we found ourselves agreeing that you were somebody that we both fancied."

Claire looked just a little uncertain as she said, "Well, Theresa was very struck. It was only in the car that she talked me round."

Theresa gave her sister a little frown and said, "When you offered us a lift, then we decided that we might enjoy this different situation. I've already told you, we're not whores, but by God, we can enjoy sex. We're assuming you can too"

I answered trying not to sound too eager, yet with an element of doubt about being in this totally new situation

As though matching my thoughts, Theresa went on," And this will be completely new for us—a threesome. But first-" she jumped to her feet, and Claire followed her example,"- would you like to see us dance?" 

I was more than keen to see this. "A sort of private show, is it?"

Claire, after a glance at her sister, said, "We don't do shows for individuals, but this looks like a special occasion."

"Then I'll be honoured to be entertained" I told them.

With a smile Theresa said," Better loosen your tie."

Claire immediately went to a unit next to the bar, and soon very gentle music drifted through the room. Both girls bent to loosen three or four lower buttons in their skirts, and were soon moving, bare-footed, with elegance and grace. I occasionally caugh tantalising sight of shapely bare thighs. No doubt these movements were from their ballet skills. When they stopped, slightly breathless, I gave them a round of applause.

"That is more or less the past. Much of our entertaining is with this more acrobatic style." Theresa told him, "Of course we aren't in our normal costumes for such dancing." The music came with a jazzier beat, and a much faster tempo, Now their gyrations, their contortions were stunning, and occasionally mildly erotic, as they shook their bodies, and bent almost double backwards, raising a subtle pressure inside my own pants.

Panting hard, the two stopped, and stood side by side, in front of me. "There's one other routine we do." Theresa told me. "And, to be honest, it's the one that makes the most money."

"Do you think we should?" Claire asked her sister. "It might embarrass him."

Theresa gave her a rather angry glare, before giving me a suggestive smile, "Might just put you in the right mood. You right for this, Claire?" 

The girls exchanged glances, before Claire said, "It's the one we do exclusively for men's clubs, or at least all male audiences. It's not the full version but it'll be strange doing it for an audience of one."

"That publisher who invited us tonight is a member of one of the clubs we perform for." Theresa told me. It was clear that she was not happy with Claire's apparent reluctance. I could only sit there and imagine what was coming.

Theresa moved to change the music, saying, "You'll get to see a little more of us than our usual audiences, because we certainly don't wear the flimsy panties we have on now."

To music of an even stronger beat, they stood in front of me and ran their hands up their thighs, while licking their lips. Their hands went on up to cover their breasts, fondling them, and looks of sheer desire showed on their faces, while their hips began to undulate, thrusting forward and pulling back.

From that beginning, they glided, hips rotating and thrusting, in a circle away from each other. When they were face to face once more, they reached out, with their lower bodies still undulating, tore open the other's skirt, and ran hands up the exposed bared thighs, each throwing their heads back in feigned ecstasy, before tearing their partner's skirt completely away. Now I could see just how flimsy their panties were.

Licking their lips again, they slowly unbuttoned their spangled tops. With a shrug, the tops were cast away, and Harry was looking at two pairs of what looked like perfect breasts, encased in their bras.

After a quick spin they each flung themselves to the floor, knees raised, thighs parted, and there hips humped upwards to meet an imagined lover. I found I was viewing two slender, dampened panty crotches, and there was no pubic hair.

On their feet again, all in perfect motion, they each headed to a patch of bare wall, leaned back against it, with their heads back, and one leg raised and folded in front of them, as though wrapped around a lover. Somehow they managed to jerk their bodies upwards as if taking violent thrusts from some large penis.

They swayed away from the wall, moving with provocative sensuousness, and stood in front of me once more. Without any pause they fell to their knees, licking their lips, hands extended closed as though encircling a penis. Every move they made was the epitome of eroticism. I could only marvel at the accuracy of their simulations, leaving no doubts in my mind, but also leaving a fiery bulge in my pants. These ladies knew how to manipulate their own flesh, and that of the audience. 

Now, they spun around, bent over and presented their delightful backside to this audience of one. Backs still turned, and coming erect, they each showed one hand, undoing the bra clasp, before pulling that item loose, holding it between two hands and raising it over their heads. Slowly they half turned to look over their left shoulders, give a salacious smile, and revealed a side view of a firm, pink tipped breast. This movement was followed by a similar turn to the right.

Finally, their hands still in the air, they jumped to fully face the audience, revealing the superb attraction of their breasts pointing directly at me. 

Claire and Theresa, made a waving motion, and went through a process of dancing off stage. But they came back, smiling at me, and Theresa said, "And that would be the end. That was only a taster of all the segments of the piece.." 

Theresa nodded at Claire, as she pushed her fingers under the top of her panties, "There is just one thing we don't do in our performance. And it's this."

I was stunned, electrified, dizzy as Theresa pushed her panties down and kicked them away. After only a moment's hesitation, Claire did the same. Now I was gazing at two shaved pubic areas, and the beginning of two pouting labia. 

"But tonight, Brad, this is what it's about. Were you stimulated?" Theresa gave a wide smile without any trace of self- consciousness. She gestured at the quieter Claire and they both knelt. I could only revel in the occasion. Two women, completely naked, at my feet. What next? Surreptitiously I had my arm resting over where my erection pounded..

Theresa leaned forward, and pushed her hand under my arm and onto the hardness there. "And I do believe you are already up for it. Oh, yes, you are." I flinched at the touch, as Claire watched her sister in action, her naked breast against my knee. 

Theresa's hand moved to my zip, "You've seen everything we've got," she grinned. "Would you mind?"

Her eyes were raised to mine enquiringly. Numbly I nodded, finding it hard to believe that I could be in this exciting situation, but equally that I could feel so useless. Compared with this situation, my sex life to date had been as nothing.

"Let's see," Theresa hissed, as she lowered the zip, she unbuckled my belt. "Lift your backside." I did, and for once Claire joined in to help pull at my pants, allowing my erection to shoot into view. Now from countless times in men's changing rooms I knew that my penis was just about average. I had seen a few bigger, and quite a few more that were smaller. So, Theresa's reaction on seeing it, although kindly, was just a shade over the top.

"My God, that is—something. Quick, Claire run for your life. It's a penisaurus."

"Brad, that is one lovely prong. And I have wanted that since earlier this evening." She turned to her sister, "Glad I talked you into this, Claire?"

Claire only gave a half smile, and I had the impression that she wasn't as keen on this threesome as her sister, but she said, "Yes, but I need a shower."

"Great idea, we're all sweated up with the dancing. A shower would be a good thing before--anything. Care to join us?"

Without a second thought, I was on my feet, allowing my pants to fall to the floor where he stepped out of them, and feeling a growing surge of confidence, I held out my hands to bring the ladies to their feet. As Theresa turned to lead the way, my erection bounced along her belly.

"God, it's attacking me already, " she giggled, her eyes meeting mine, as her hand drifted over my length. "Oh, this is too big for your little hole, Claire." I felt she was overdoing it a bit.

"I think we're going to find out, aren't we?" Claire replied, and her eyes met mine in an open way.

Through one door, they were on a short corridor, and the door on the left, I found, led into a large expensively designed bedroom with white furniture and a king-size bed. A door to the right led into a surprisingly roomy en-suite. There was no bath, but the shower cubicle could have easily taken six people.

In no time I was out of my shirt and following the ladies into the soothingly warm teeming water. I was handed a bar of soap, as both ladies began rubbing suds over my shoulders and chest. Their touch was magically gentle, and I was keen to reciprocate.

Using my left hand on Theresa, and my right on Claire, I began stroking suds over their shoulders, quickly, eagerly letting my hands slide down to those wonderfully full breasts. The moment I touched Claire, she gasped and I felt her tremble. Her smile was strangely shy as she spluttered through the streaming water, "My weak spot."

"On e of many," her sister teased, her hands moving down over my belly. "You're nicely muscled, Brad." Then her knees bent as she began reaching lower, and I could only just reach her shoulders.

On her knees, Theresa's hands, moved teasingly over my thighs, and down my legs, before moving back to wash with a flickering action over my high pointed penis. That made me gasp, while Claire ducked down to lavish attention on my scrotum, and my buttocks, where her fingers slid deep into my crack. 

As she did that Theresa moved her face close to my dripping erection, allowing the tumbling shower water to clear away any soap. Immediately her tongue licked along the length, while I, totally useless in this position, felt Claire's hands continue their work over my buttocks.

I knew I needed to show some measure of positivity, so I called, "Hey ladies, I've got some work to do down there. Could you just stand up please?"

Slowly, they both came to their feet, and, as they did, like passing lifts, I sank to my knees, and began soaping, one hand to each lady. I touched over shapely thighs and tight rounded buttocks, where my fingers briefly found each little anus. It was great to feel their trembling at my touch.

Their trembling increased, when my hands moved between their legs and along that hairless paradise. I had never experienced a shaven lady before and it felt so--what?—well, so inviting. As my fingers explored, from above I heard, "Oh, God, Brad." And, "Yes, there, like that."

Over the splashing of water I wasn't sure which lady said what, but my penis was telling me it must be near time for real action. At that moment their hands descended on my head, and I was encouraged upwards. 

Water had their hair clinging down their shoulders, and each of their faces under streams of water, revealed the passion they were already feeling. A black panther and a tawny lioness.

"Dry, now," Theresa said, turning off the shower, and suddenly, she growled, "My God, all this, and you know what we haven't done yet?" And without waiting for a reply her wet open mouth locked over mine, and her tongue sent sparks circling along my cheeks.

"Excuse me," Claire declared, and Thelma released me unwillingly, and Claire's mouth was on mine, and I could not define why that kiss was different. More gentle? But at the same time more sensual. But both had my penis demanding extra..

When the kiss broke I chuckled, "I hope you're not going to fight over me."

As they stepped out of the shower and grabbed from the pile of towels, Theresa said, "It is a new experience for us --sharing a man."

We rubbed each other dry, and were soon back in the bedroom. I asked, "So how do we arrange this?" I knew my erection had sagged slightly while we were drying.

Theresa clearly had ideas, "Just sit on the bed, and I'll show you how we start."

I sat, and immediately Thelma dropped to her knees just as she had in the lounge, but this time was different. Claire remained standing watching, and her seductively naked body above me was almost as stimulating as Theresa's mouth which had immediately begun licking at my erection. "Mm, deflating a bit, better put that right." And she quickly enveloped what she had called my 'prong' deep into her mouth, and her cheeks concaved as she sucked on it heartily. Immediately I felt the blood restoring my hardness.

Claire had moved, so that her hands could stroke over my shoulders, and that had brought her hairless mound very close to my face. I was just about to reach out to touch or kiss it when, in trying to be unselfish, Theresa released me, and said, "Here, Claire, taste some action." 

Slowly, Claire sank to her knees, took my aching erection in her hand, looked at it, and looked up at me with uncertain eyes.

"Go on, then. Give it a good suck."

But Claire only moved her face a little closer to my penis, before admitting, "I've never done this before, Theresa."

"You are joking," The tone of Theresa's voice indicated her total shock. "You must have. All the men you've had."

"It's not that many. You make me sound like a whore. I just haven't done it," Claire sighed, and I was feeling a little sorry for her. I definitely had no intention of forcing her into something she wasn't happy about.

But Theresa would not allow her sister any release, "Believe me, Claire it's a power you're going to need, and I remember my first time. I felt ugly, but, honestly, it gets better. Go on, just tickle with your tongue."

Uncertainly Claire lowered her head, and I wondered whether it would be kinder for me to stop her, but then the tip of her tongue waggled along my length, and selfishly I accepted her gift. And she did get bolder with Theresa's occasional prompting. Within a minute or two her lips closed around the purple head, her lovely dark eyes looked up at me, and she slid her head forward so that I saw her cheek bulge. Then, from bulging, her cheeks went concave as she gave a hearty suck, and I was propelled to the back of her throat. The sheer uncertain gentility of it was exciting for me.

"Save his stuff. You'll learn how to take that down some other time." Theresa said, gently pulling her sister back from my penis. "Right now, because he was my pick, I want him fucking me in good hard condition." 

I wasn't sure I was too pleased with her crude reference for what we were about to perform and I was wondering how Claire might be included while I was inside Theresa. But I discovered Theresa had the answer.

"Just lie back Brad."

I lay back on the bed as requested, feeling just a little stupid having my erection wafting about in the air. But Theresa quickly straddled me, and started to guide my penis up towards her hairless crotch.

"No foreplay?" I asked, raising my head to view the superb shaped body above me.

"Don't need it," Theresa replied matter of factly. "See?" As she spoke my erection was sliding smoothly along her very moist vaginal passage, and it felt exquisite. Theresa moaned, " Oh, yes. Worth waiting for." She leaned forward and kissed me with hot tongued passion, and I responded by stroking at her breasts, while raising my hips trying to match the rhythm of her rising and falling on me.

Theresa broke the kiss and leaned back saying, "Maybe Claire will need some foreplay. You could manage that now, Brad, while I'm riding you from up here." And her laugh was more of a grunt of pleasure.

Then Claire was there, her face close to mine. Our lips came together and there was a scent and taste about her that was somehow different from that with Theresa. Our tongues tingled and my passion was contained in two contact points, as Theresa moved faster, forcing my penis deeper.

Claire's body was at right angles to mine, as she kneeled to kiss me. But I was able to reach out to stroke gently over her breasts, and despite her mouth being mingled with mine, Claire was still able to emit a gasp of delight. 

I broke the kiss to ask her to bring her breasts to my face. Her face immediately lit up, and soon I was nuzzling both delicious mounds, as they pressed down on my face. I mouthed around her nipples, taking each in turn into my mouth and she was whimpering her delight, rubbing her hands frantically over my chest.

Above me Thelma continued her easy ride, and I wondered how long I could hang on before exploding. "I'm getting close," she panted. I reached one hand down, slid it over her pudenda, and managed to get two fingers between her labia. Because she was so far on, I immediately found her erect clitoris, and rubbed around it. "Oh, God, Brad, that's going to--oh, steady--I'm going to—"

How amazing this was. One sister riding on my penis. My face buried between the breasts of the other, kissing and sucking. My right hand was reaching to the clitoris of Theresa, and on sudden impulse, I found with just a little discomfort I was able to reach with my left hand to briefly stroke Claire's thighs, before moving my fingers into her crevice which was already moist. Just a little search and there was the nub of her clitoris. She squirmed under my fingers and my mouth, and made strange birdlike noises.




Theresa and Claire



But at that point, Theresa plunged heavily down on me, and a loud moaning 'Ooh' sound emanated from her lips, as she powered into her orgasm, I moved Claire to one side, put my hands on Theresa's shoulders, eased her sideways and rolled with her so that I was on top and able to plunge up deeper than ever inside her. As Theresa gazed at me with wild surprise, her head began tossing from side to side, as another wave hit her, and I experienced that ecstatic moment as my penis heaved and expelled its load inside her.

All tousled, Theresa was panting heavily as my body collapsed on top of her. "My God," she panted, "I didn't expect you to be that good."

In truth, neither did I. There had been no occasion before that time when I had felt so masculine. I rolled my weight off Theresa, so that I was lying between her and a rather frustrated Claire, who was still in a kneeling position.

"Your turn," Theresa giggled, to her.

"What am I supposed to do with that dead snail?" Claire asked without rancour, nodding her head in the direction of my limp penis.

"Give it the kiss of life," Theresa chuckled. The activity had certainly put her in a jovial frame of mind.

"No fear," Claire said, and she gave me a a smile as she added, "I can wait until it does its phoenix act." Then as an idea struck her she said, " But wait." And swiftly she was up off the bed and hurrying naked into the en suite.

"Now what is she up to?" Theresa sighed dreamily, her eyes closed. Then as I trailed my fingers over her breasts she said, "That's nice. How many women have you had, Brad?"

Not enough to lose count, I thought, but I told her the truth. "Five," I said, "plus one failure."

"Were any as good as this?"

Widening my stroking action over her body, I again told the truth, "Just being in your mouth was a bigger thrill than any of them."

"Glad to help."

At that moment, Claire reappeared carrying a small bowl, a sponge and a towel. Placing the bowl carefully on the bed, she moved alongside me, where I lay, and wetting the sponge, began caressing over my flaccid penis with it. The water was pleasantly warm, and her movement of the sponge over my penis and scrotum was quite thrilling.. Claire kept looking at my face as she worked, and those voluptuous lips were pursed in the form of a kiss.

Finishing the washing she gently towelled the moisture away, and I found that she was able to grasp my penis in her hand. "Well, look at this!" she said, almost proudly.

Theresa raised her head, and gave a nod of approval. "I would say that is an early riser." 

No one was more surprised than me to see my penis semi-erect so quickly. Obviously keen to take advantage of the situation, was it? And so was Claire, as she trickled her hand slackly along my length, before stooping to lick at the purple head. These were actions which quickly reinvigorated my penis.

"Yes, Claire," Theresa declared," you're getting used to the idea, aren't you?"

Claire offered her a quick derisive glance before wrapping her lips completely around my penis, and her tongue tickled the tip again before her mouth tooke me to the back of her throat. 

Sitting where she was, her pubic area was very close, and I was able to reach out to stroke my fingers along her whole moistened labia. Her instant spasm caused her teeth to briefly nip at my penis, as my fingers sank into the swampiness of her nether parts. The aroma of her sex drifted to my nostrils. Her legs parted so that I was looking into the rose petal glory of her.

Theresa began to rise from the bed, "While you two are occupied I think I'll take another shower. Take care of him, Claire." Soon, the splash of the shower could be heard.

Claire's mouth was moving faster along my penis, pushing the tip against her cheek from time to time. A fast learner. And I found that my scrotum was beginning to bubble up, while my fingers had moved over and around her clitoris.

"You don't want me to off-load in your mouth, do you?"

She pulled her mouth away from my penis, but kept a firm grip on it. Her clouded eyes, and the heaving of her breasts, told me that my fingers on her clitoris had played their part, as she cried, " No, no. I have to have you up me. Up and deep." 

With considerable speed, she was lying on her back, knees spread and raised, as she pulled my penis into position. Carefully I eased my body between those gorgeous thighs, unable to resist the urge to pass my hands along their incredible smoothness, before my penis slid into her. Her eager vaginal walls felt as though they were flexing me deeper, and as I began a rhythmic motion with my hips, I put my face down to hers and our mouths and tongues locked. 

Her hips pushed to match my own rhythm, and our lips unlocked as her head began to twist from side to side, and she grunted, "Oh, Brad, that is so--it's so -Oh, God, faster!"

Her desperate plea had me pulling back and driving up harder, and harder. We heaved and bucked in total unison, and I was wondering why I felt this somehow more special than my bout with Theresa. 

The answer was clear, really. With Claire I was being totally in charge. Meeting her demands, no doubt, but totally in charge. As she hit her orgasm, a squealing giggle burst from her lips, and her head continued to swing from side to side. She was just on her way down from her special cloud, when my own dam burst, and I was thrusting madly up into the very soul of her. She cried out once more.

I flopped over her, my face buried in her breasts. As we caught our breaths there was a spatter of applause from the foot of the bed. Theresa, hair wild after her shower, was clapping her hands in appreciation.

"How strange, Claire, but that is actually the first time I've seen you in action. You were quietly competent, if just a little submissive. Still, you'll learn."

Claire raised her head to glare at her sister, "I'll take it like that anytime."

Theresa climbed on the bed and the three of us lay on our backs with me in the middle, and the girls began telling me of their plans to move to America within the next two or three weeks.".. 

"We have the house up for sale," Theresa said.

"You have work out there?" I asked.

"We don't anticipate any difficulty. Might even get into films."

Feeling rather sorry that I was unlikely to see them again, I told them, "Well, I'll keep my eye on the screen credits."

Theresa suddenly sat up and threw one leg across my chest to straddle me and slide her crotch up close to my face."Lick me, please, Brad."

"I'm going for a shower," Claire said, and I heard her pad across the floor.

Feeling nicely relaxed and with that temptation right there, I raised my head and began running my tongue along Theresa's labia which opened out like a morning flower. My tongue probed from her clitoris back to her vaginal opening, rejoicing in the cream and musk of her. Placing two hands on her buttocks I was able to ease her up, and when I heard her breathing quicken I sneaked my index finger into her anus.

From my shaded position I could just see her eyes glowing as they looked down at me. As my finger entered her the whole of her lower body jerked, practically winding me. I licked more furiously at her clitoris, and pushed my finger even deeper. 

This was an evening of new experiences. I had never invaded a woman's anus so fully. In no time she was gasping and groaning, actually pushing her backside onto my finger as she had a massive orgasm, desperately reaching back to feel for my still flaccid penis.

At last, she collapsed over me, breathing as though she had just run a mile. Without warning, Claire was alongside us claiming, "My turn. I think I might get a thrill out of that. Would you mind,Brad?"

I didn't mind at all, but once again with Claire I wanted the control. So I rolled her onto her back, ignoring her protests, and, grabbing a pillow I slid it under her buttocks to raise her crotch so I could peer easily, once more, into her roseate garden of delight. I made one slow, careful pass of my tongue along the length of her labia. She moaned, as my tongue flicked around her pinkness, and probed into her vagina, which made her hips give an involuntary thrust.

There were several long licks before I concentrated on her already risen clitoris. Her sighs were a delight to my ears. What was different about the taste of her? Could it be different? Every bit as creamy, yet her taste and the aroma from her had a sweeter flavour to them.

To my shock and surprise, not to mention pleasure I became aware of Theresa's fingers stroking my balls. It felt as though she was trying to juggle with them, and—it couldn't be, could it?—I was sure my penis was hardening. But I continued my ministrations on Claire's delicate parts, loving the sound of her breathing, as it developed into a frenzied panting. Time to test her endurance.

Slowly I let my fingers wriggle under her raised buttocks until my index finger touched into her anus. Her endurance was nil, and I should have known from her breathing. At the very first touch on her anus she all but convulsed in rapturous abandon. Her hands gripped the back of my head to pull my face, quite fiercely into her lavish moisture. 

Finally released, I began crawling to lie alongside Claire, and realised that Theresa's work had succeeded, as my erection, if not full, was damned close, as it struck against Claire's upper thigh.

"My God, Brad, is that--?"

"My work," Theresa said proudly, "I wondered whether there would be any life left in him." Her head hovered over my erection but her eyes were on mine." But this is thank you time. With a wish that we will, one day, meet again." She lowered her head with obvious intent, her lips parted, but first she said, "Don't you feel grateful, Claire?"

"Sure do," she said gently, as she moved alongside her sister, "but it'll taste of—".

"I'll soon clear that away," Theresa laughed.

"But it should be me who is—Aah!" I started to say, but didn't finish as Theresa's mouth enveloped my penis, her tongue savouring as it moved to the back of her throat. There followed such an ecstatic period of their gratitude that I thought I might faint with the sheer joy of their attentions.

Theresa worked at me thoroughly for maybe five minutes, her cheeks concaving as she sucked. Sometimes she played the tip along the inside of her cheek. When she released me I had a sense of loss, but Theresa moved aside, "Time for more practice, Claire." And Claire's sweet lips enclosed me, her tongue rolling around my penis before she thrust her head down on it and I felt it strike the back of her throat. She repeated the action again and again.

It was all too much. In spite of the fluid I had dispelled throughout the evening I was sure my scrotum was ready to power forth another stream. "I'm going over," I warned. And Claire hesitated.

Theresa took her place, after asking her sister, "You want any of it?" And I saw Claire shake her head.

Immediately Theresa had her mouth sliding heartily along my penis, and her sucking became more demanding. With two more pulls to the back of her throat, I felt that everything was released. For God's sake, there couldn't be much, I was telling myself even as the paroxysm of my ejaculation hit me. But what there was, Theresa swallowed down her eager throat. Claire hunkered there and watched, with a look somewhere between amazement and distaste on her face.

As Theresa allowed my penis to tumble from her mouth, she gave a nod to Claire, "A little taste? To remember him by?"

Claire gave me a wide eyed stare, followed by a slight smile and a nod, as she tentatively leaned towards my dying penis, and her tongue lapped at the few remaining droplets. Her lips and tongue smacked as though she was tasting a delicacy.

"Could be worse," she muttered..

And that was the end of that dream night. I knew I could never have another expereince as flattering as that had been. At their door Theresa said, "If we ever meet again it will be a pleasure. If we don't, have a good life, Brad."

As she turned away Claire stepped forward gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, and whispered, "I think I'm going to miss you. Even though you were Theresa's idea."

And I was left to drive home, exhausted, drained, yet buoyant.

My glass of Lagavulin was all but empty. I could have just leaned back in my easy chair, dozed and relived that amazing evening over again. Now, I had three days to get through before Claire would reveal to me just what troubled her.

The three days did pass, slowly, as I tried to concentrate on my new book, but Saturday arrived at last. That day dragged even more irritatingly, but, showered, shaved, coated in cologne, I was driving the half hour to her house. I had been a little surprised on my first visit to find a detached building in a conventional estate, far removed from the the rather exotic house the sisters had shared seven years earlier.

Claire met me at the door, looking fetchingly cool in a yellow blouse, and pale blue skirt. A vision, with her tawny hair curling lightly at her shoulders, her full mouth wearing a smile that did not quite reach her dark eyes.

But her arms went around me as the door closed behind us, and her kiss was warm. "You smell good," she said quietly.

"So do you," I responded, and she laughed, but that worried look remained in her eyes.

"I hope you like lasagne."

"I do."

"And baked potato?"

My nod of enthusiasm was genuine, "My favourite way to have potato."

We sat immediately at the table, in a neatly furnished room that looked out on a garden, where the late evening sunshine was casting long shadows.

The meal was delicious, the white wine was perfect, and Claire was beautiful. What more could I ask for? As we ate, I told her of my struggles to get my book started.

"Why a crime novel?"

"Not really crime," I told her, "more like a thriller, I hope. A husband disappears and—"

"I like the sound of it already."

She told me how a friend had admired her ability to talk about fabric, and had introduced her to a fashion designer. Hence her employment now.

"Pays well," she told me. "More importantly I like it. I never would have believed I could get so involved in a conventional job."

We cleared away the dishes, after I had thanked her for a delightful meal,, and Claire ordered me to sit on the sofa while she brought the coffee.

As Claire placed the coffees on the low table, and took a seat alongside me, I had the impression that she was shrinking into herself.

"If you're nervous, you don't need to--"

"But I do need to talk this away—I want to live again with—" Briefly her eyes held mine "—whatever comes my way. Just bear with me, Brad. I may struggle in the telling."

I took her hand in mine, gave it a squeeze, and told her, "Just take it easy."

A wan smile, a shuddering breath, and she began, "In a sense the seeds of this began to show on that night with you."

"So it was my fault?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

Claire's head shook before she went on, "You have to understand how close Theresa and I were. We were still in school when we found we had a flair for dancing. She left school and got into ballet school, and I followed having got good exam results. That is the way it went, Theresa was always the leader. It was her idea we went into an entertainment act."

Claire paused, her head shook and she squeezed my hand, "Our act did reasonably well, we were hired for public engagements. Then Theresa suggested we added one or two more erotic moves to our act. Nothing lascivious, she told me, just a few things that will please both men and women . "

Another pause, another deep intake of breath, before she went on, "Of course, from there, her persuasive nature became more ambitious. A chance engagement at an all male gathering was met with only polite applause. Afterwards I saw Theresa talking to some guy who had arranged the show. By this time both of us had some experience with individual men, and Theresa suggested we adapted our act to incorporate what we knew already. The guy she had spoken to had said how much money could be made."

Claire leaned against me, and was silent for a moment. Another deep intake of breath before she went on, "We adjusted and modified the act to include lewder movements, suggestive grinds and simulations. Well, you saw some of that, and I guess, after initially protesting, I went along with it. I admit I even became easy with it. And it did bring good money.

Then came the time when Theresa suggested the stripping bit. The revealing of our breasts as a conclusion. We knew we had good breasts, but I wasn't happy again. But the first time we added it to the act, the reaction was startling, and we were asked to return to that particular men's society again and again. And the money went up each time. We were pretty rich ladies, but some of the men started trying to make moves on us, That was when we employed Lloyd and Glen."

"Lloyd and Glen?" I broke in, never having heard these names before.

"Two big guys, all muscle and apparent threat. They kept the crawlers away."

"But weren't they likely to fancy you?"

She smiled, "They only fancied each other. Massive but gay." The smile dropped away. "Our strong bond had been tested with a few of Theresa's suggestions, but, you recall my reluctant blowjob on you?"

"Could I forget it? But Theresa was surprised, I remember."

"Of course she was. She had never watched me screwing with guys I had. So she didn't know I'd never gone that far." Pause again, her eyes closed, as though drawing up another painful thought. "Our plans for America had gone ahead. We had a buyer for the house. Then about a week after we entertained you, Theresa suggested we add a blowjob simulation to the act. I refused. 'Just a little licking movement,' she said. 

But I said no again, and we had a fairly bitter row. Told me I was holding the act back, by being too reticent. 'It was only play-acting,' she told me. Anyway, shortly after that we did a performance for a really big men's club, and received massive praise and ovations. After it was over and we were dressed to go home, the director of the club said there was someone who wanted to meet us, someone who had a lot of influence in the entertainment business."

I could see Claire was really struggling with this part, and I asked her if she wanted to stop. She squeezed my hand, and said that she had to push on to the end. She licked her lips before continuing.

"We met with this chubby well dressed guy, who talked a storm about what he could do for us. When I told him we intended to leave for America, he snorted, and mocked at the idea of going all that distance to somewhere with much more competition. 'Come down to London,' he said, 'with my contacts, young ladies with your talents and looks—well, the world can be your oyster." 

He went on with details of his contacts in film, the theatre and television, and, while I could see that Theresa was agog at his promises, there was something about the man's demeanour that I just didn't trust. He left us his card, saying we had to act fast before going through with the America trip."

Claire stopped and looked at me with sorrowful eyes before saying, "I'll cut this bit short. It was horrible. Theresa announced that we would take the London offer, but I flatly refused. 'But this guy's dripping influence. You saw the diamonds on his fingers. They weren't invented.' Theresa almost screamed at me.

I told her that I would like to find some sign of humanity in his heart, which I was sure was missing. Anyway, I was set on America. We argued, said bitter things to each other, but in the end I discovered she had contacted this guy and had accepted his offer. She was prepared to go without me.




Theresa and her Neighbor



Theresa was off in her own little world, daydreaming while sunning herself in her backyard. She figured she was safe enough with the privacy fence surrounding her yard, that she could do what she wanted out there without any recourse. She stripped off her bikini and slowly applied tanning oil to her body while lying in her chaise lounge. As the sun heated her skin, the sensation of her hands rubbing her erect nipples began to excite her. She slowly moved her other hand down to her neatly trimmed pussy, lightly teasing herself, while imagining her neighbor's 20-year-old son massaging her body. She started rubbing her swelling clit a little harder, then inserted 2 fingers into her now soaked pussy. She started moaning a little out loud, when a loud rustle in the tree coming from her neighbor's yard suddenly interrupted her.

She quickly sat up; covering herself with a towel that was lying next to her. She was blinded momentarily due to the sun high overhead and her eyes being closed. As she looked around, there was no other sound coming from that direction. She decided that it was probably a couple of squirrels that she didn't pay attention to a few moments ago. She decided to jump into the pool to go for a swim since she was getting a little too hot just lying there.

As she was in the pool, she heard another rustle in the tree, but didn't bother to look this time, assuming it was the squirrels again. All of a sudden she heard a, "WHOA," then an alarming THUD as she quickly realized that was no squirrel. She jumped out of the pool, wrapped herself in the towel, and walked to the fence to see what happened.

"Hello? Who's over there?" she called out, sounding rather stern.

"Sorry, Mrs. Willis, it's me Steve," a trembling voice came back over the fence.

"Steven, I thought I told you before, call me Theresa. We've known each other long enough by now. And I thought you and your parents were away on vacation! Were you just spying on me?" she asked. This started to excite her all over again, as Steven was the young man she had fantasized about earlier.

"They went, but I had to stay back last minute for work. I've been staying at my girlfriend's house for the last couple of days, but had to come by here to get some things. And really, I only saw a little bit of you!" he tried to explain. 

Of course he saw everything that was going on! He was up in the tree rubbing his 8-½ inch cock through his shorts when he fell. He couldn't help it that his parents' friend was a hot 38-year-old blonde. She stood just barely over 5 feet tall, weighed in at a tight 100 pounds. In the past, he'd have a few friends over and would treat them to his hiding spot in the tree, while she was in the backyard walking around in her tiny string bikinis. She had no clue, but then again, no one had fallen out of that tree till today.

"And what little bit were you able to see, Steven?" She tried to sound upset, but she was giggling the whole time!

"Really, Mrs. … uhhh, Theresa! I swear!" he pleaded.

"I don't believe you! Get over here right now and apologize to me face to face!" She obviously had other things in mind. She had been alone for over a month since her divorce was final. She decided that she'd have a little of her own fun at his expense.

"Well, I have a couple friends that are here right now, can I come over later?" he asked?

"NO, right now, or I'm telling on you, you little peeping tom!"

She leaned up against the fence to hear him telling his friends that he'd be right back. It was as if they were all taking turns climbing up the tree.

"OK, I'll be over in a minute," he said back to her.

By the time he got to her yard, she had taken the towel and draped over her front, but he couldn't really tell what was going on. She made sure to face directly towards him until the right moment.

"So what did you see, Steven? Was it my ass?" as she turned around exposing her perfectly round ass.

He stood there completely dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say.

"WELL?!?!?"

"Umm, yeah, I saw some of your ass. I'm sorry."

"And are you sure you didn't see any of this?" She turned back around to face him and dropped her towel to her feet. She had a sly smile on her face, especially when she looked down and noticed the huge bulge in his shorts.

"Hmmmmm, seems like you DID see something. And I certainly see that you like what you see! Would you like to get a closer look?"

"Uh huh," was all he could muster up to say.

She slowly walked over to him staring right into his eyes. She noticed his eyes darting from hers, to her tits then down to her pussy then back. They were moving back and forth so quickly, she thought he'd pass out. She stepped right in front of him rubbing her hands over his shoulders and chest. He stood 6-feet tall, so she had to reach up.

"My, Steven. I never realized how hunky you are! No wonder that cute little girlfriend of yours likes you so much. And especially with THIS (as she grabbed his hard cock) in your pants!"

He gasped so hard, he thought he was going to swallow his tongue! She rubbed his cock with one hand, then with both. He put his hands on her shoulders as she started to go down on her knees. Not another word needed to be said between the two of them.

She unfastened his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. His cock practically leapt out at her. She giggled at first, then stared in amazement at the size of his cock. Her now ex-husband was no where near what this young man had waiting for her, and she was going to enjoy every last inch of him in every way she could.

She slowly started to stroke his cock with her right hand while massaging his shaved balls with her left. She looked up at him and noticed he was looking back towards the tree that he had fallen out of earlier. Without saying anything to him, she also looked over and noticed that his 2 friends had all found spots in the tree from his yard. 

"SO YOU LIKE TO WATCH, DO YA?" she called out to them. She started laughing. "THEN I SUGGEST YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY FOR A BETTER LOOK!"

They quickly jumped out of the tree, over the fence and into Theresa's yard. At that point, she set the ground rules for what was about to happen.

"OK boys. Since I only know Steven, he's the only one that gets to fuck me … this time! But if you're comfortable enough, you can watch. But NO ONE can touch me, ok?" 

They quickly all agreed without hesitation, and stood back to watch the show. She looked back up at Steven and took his cock into her mouth. Slowly she took some of his manhood into her warm mouth, then backed off. She'd kiss around the crown, licking him up and down the shaft. She would work her was all the way down to his balls, lightly teasing them with her expert tongue. Then she got back to his cock. She started to pump her head back and forth, letting his cock go a little deeper down her throat each time.

Steve had instinctively moved his hands to her head, trying to set a rhythm that was to his liking. She started sucking him harder and deeper, taking him all the way down the shaft every so often. She looked up at him while licking the head of his cock, noticing his eyes shut.

"Does your cute little girlfriend deep-throat you like this?" she asked him coyly?

"Uh-uh," he replied.

"That's too bad. Such a beautiful cock," she said back to him, as she started sucking on him again.

She stopped again, moving her mouth off his cock and began stroking him. She looked around at his friends. They had all gathered lawn chairs, dropped their own shorts and were stroking themselves. She wanted to take them all at once, but decided to hold with her rules. After all, she was in charge of this show today!

"Let's see what you do for your girlfriend, Steven. Get down here and lick my pussy. It needs to be licked real good before getting fucked." 

She took her towel and spread it on the ground. She laid back and spread her legs as he dove in face first. He started licking her slowly up and down her slit, lightly circling her erect clit. He teased her clit a little, then worked his way back down. With his hand on the backs of her knees, he'd force her legs wider and lift her hips up so he had access to her ass, too! 

She gazed to either side of her watching Steve's 2 friends sitting in their chairs almost hypnotized by what was going on in front of them. She reached out and started rubbing each of their legs, motioning for them to kneel next to her. They quickly did as she said!

"Now remember my rule, boys. NO touching!"

They nodded their heads, as she took each of their cocks into her hands and began slowly stroking them off. Steve, in the mean time, started licking and sucking her pussy harder by the moment. This was starting to bring her closer to orgasm. He'd slip one finger, then two into her hot pussy, rotating his hand around making sure she was massaged from the inside. While he fucked her pussy with his hand, he licked her clit frantically, making her body start to convulse with passion. Her grip would tighten around the two cocks on either side of her, like handlebars on a bike.

With a loud scream, she came and came hard. She was a squirter with her orgasms – this she failed to warn Steve. Obviously he was a little shocked, but he loved it. His hand was soaked, as was his face with her pussy juice and he could care less. He licked up what he could. 

"OH GOD, that was unbelievable. I haven't cum like that in a long time! Now you have to fuck me like the dog that you are!" She quickly got up off the ground, and got on all fours. "Fuck me from behind with that big cock of yours!" she demanded.

Steve moved in behind her, positioned his cock at her pussy lips. He teased her pussy at first, moving it up and down just at the entrance, making sure he got plenty of her juice at the tip. She tried to push back against him, but he'd back off slightly. This drove her nuts. The other two moved in closer so they were each kneeling in front of her. Then with one swift motion, he plunged his cock into her completely! There wasn't much finesse in his motion.

"DAMN, you've got a thick cock! I want to feel every inch of you inside of me!"

"Oh, you're gonna feel it, all right!" he said back to her.

He grabbed her hips for leverage, and slowly started to fuck her. He'd pull almost all the way out, then slowly reenter her till he was completely inside of her. He'd hold that position for a few seconds, then repeat. Once his tempo started to pick up, she decided to take advantage of the view in front of her. She started sucking on the two young hard cocks that were in front of her the best she could. She would deep-throat the one to her left, then the one to her right. 

Steve, in the mean time, quickened his pounding of her pussy, much to her delight. She began grunting and groaning with every thrust, meeting him with his rhythm. This also made her suck the other two boys' cocks that much harder.

"You're gonna like this, baby," Steve said to her. He licked his thumb to get it moist, and plunged it deep into her ass all at once.

"OH, FUCK YEAH, BABY!" she yelled, as she briefly came up for air. She tried to keep her screaming down, by keeping a cock inside her mouth at all times, but it was difficult. As she sucked their cocks one at a time, they started rubbing her back and reaching around to squeeze her tits and nipples. She wanted to say something about the "no touching" rule she tried to enforce earlier, but decided that this was much better!

"Enough of this shit, I want to watch your face while I fuck you!" Steve pulled his cock and thumb out of Theresa, picked her up and carried her over to the chaise lounge she had been relaxing on a while ago. He set her down, and quickly re-entered her wet pussy with his cock.

"Forget my pussy, baby, stick that cock up my ass! I have to feel that cock in my ass NOW!" she demanded. 

She grabbed her own ankles to spread her legs as far as she could, which opened her ass to him. He crouched down and began licking and sucking her asshole, but only for a moment. He then straightened back up, grabbed his cock and placed the tip at her ass. He slowly pushed against her, while she tried to relax her sphincters to let his cock in. Once the tip made it in, the rest was "smooth sailing."

He started to pump his cock in and out of her ass, while she frantically rubbed her pussy with her hands. The other two boys moved to either side of her again. They stroked their cocks and squeezed her tits hard resulting in her squealing in delight.

The view that Steve had of his cock sliding in and out of his older neighbor's ass was almost too much to take. He could feel his balls starting to swell with cum, as he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to cum soon, I can feel it. Tell me where you want me to cum," he said.

"I want all you fuckers to cum all over me. And you better do it at the same time, otherwise, this isn't going to happen again," she said to all three of them. She was so horny at this point; she wanted a cum-bath right then and there.

With that, Steve withdrew his cock from her ass and stood up and over her. The other two boys, who had been jerking their cocks for a while, also stood up on either side of her. There she was, she thought. An older woman with these young 20-year-olds jerking their cocks right above me. This is going to be a great summer!

She looked up at all three of them, reaching with her hands to massage their swelling balls. She could tell they were getting real close as their bodies started to tense up.

"Closer, boys, closer. I want your cum all over my face and tits!"

With their hands moving so fast they were in a blur, they all started to squat closer to her. The one to her left started shooting his load across her cheek and mouth. The boy to her right followed seconds later covering the other side of her face. Her mouth was wide open with her tongue trying to catch as much as she could. Watching his two friend's cumming all over Theresa was all it took for Steve. He squatted further down which had his balls rubbing against her stomach. He squeezed his cock then released, allowing a huge load of his cum to shoot from the middle of her tits up to her forehead. The next shot reached up to her nose. His next few shots he intended for her tits.

She was so enthralled with the soaking she received, she came one more time without any contact to her pussy. They stood over top of her, feeding their cocks to her while she licked and sucked them dry. Steve started to dick-slap her tongue and chin. The other two started doing the same thing, as Steve moved back down and started to slap her pussy and clit with his cock. She was so sensitive from the pounding he gave her earlier, that she came one more time.

Yeah, she knew this was going to be a long summer. Especially since she talked to Steve's parents the week before and found out they were going to be gone for the next 6 weeks! 



Theresa, Cum Slut: An Oral History



I was recently reading a book where some of the characters kept an oral history. I believe that rather than write it, they simply archived their voice recordings. The phrase stuck in my mind and I thought it would be fun to write a story about Theresa's "oral history". There was a lot of back and forth before I was able to produce this (mostly) fictional account.

All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older at the time of the story. 

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Hmmm. The first cock I ever touched? That would have to be my cousin Adam, It was summer and we had been walking through the woods behind his house and chatting about things when he said he had to pee. He stepped behind a bush and being a curious girl, I crept around to take a look. It was just supposed to be a harmless peek, but as I moved to get a better look, a branch snapped under my foot and Adam looked up.

He had finished by then and was just standing there holding it. As I watched I saw it start to rise on it's own, until it was standing long and proud sticking straight out of his fly. 

"Well. If you really want to see it so bad, why don't you come over here and take a closer look?"

The object of my nightly fantasies, a real live cock, and an invitation to inspect it. I had no choice. Adam turned toward me as I moved in for a closer look. It was gorgeous! Long and slim with a big bulbous head. I was mesmerized. 

Without conscious thought my hand reached out and my fingers closed around the shaft. I was surprised how hard it felt when I squeezed it. The soft velvety skin with a hard steel rod underneath. I could feel the skin slip loosely over the hardness as I moved my hand along the shaft.

"Ohhhhh. That's it Theresa, stroke it like that. That's it. Now squeeze just a little harder. Ohhhhh. Now just a little quicker. That's it. That's it. OH GAWD."

A thick jet of white flew from the end of his cock and landed on the bush, followed by three more each with diminished intensity. When the last of his seed dribbled out the end, he asked me to stop because he was all sensitive. As he tucked himself back into his pants, he looked me in the eye.

"Our little secret. K?" He winked.

"You too." I replied. "Nobody else needs to know I gave my cousin a hand job."

I spent many afternoons at my aunt's house that summer playing games and watching videos with my cousins, and a lot of time walking in the woods with Adam. Often we would leave the house separately and meet up in the woods so as to avoid suspicion. Adam must have shot a gallon of cum into that bush that summer, and when I started to bring paper towels for clean-up, he must have shot another gallon on me. It was the first time that I ever had a man's cum squirted on my skin and I loved it. 

Late one summer day, Adam and I had arranged to meet in the woods, but when I arrived there was another boy with him.

"Theresa, this is my friend Jed, and he knows what we have been doing."

"You dickhead." I yelled. "You weren't supposed to tell anyone. Nobody. Now what are we gonna do?"

"Jed was curious about all my time in the woods and followed me last time. I didn't tell him, he just found out. He says he won't say anything to anybody if you just do him too." 

I found out later that this was a total lie. Turns out Adam had bragged to his best friend about all the great hand jobs he was getting from his cousin, and Jed wanted in on the action. 

They didn't give me a chance to disagree, they both just unzipped and pulled out their stiffies. Jed's cock was noticeably larger than Adams and my hand didn't fit all the way around it. As I began to stroke him, I brought my other hand up to complete the circle. It took only a few strokes before he was rocketing his cum onto my arms and hand. I then moved to Adam and finished him.

So for the rest of the summer it was either me and Adam, me and Jed, or all three of us in the woods with me wanking them until they sprayed me with cum.

I suppose that bit with Adam, wasn't really oral, but It kind of describes the beginning of my fetish with cum and having it shot on me. Since I started with that story I should probably mention my first girl-girl too. It wasn't really much, but it was the start . 

My friend Gloria was having a girl's night and sleepover at her place. Of course our talk soon turned to sex and pretty soon we were describing things we had done, or fantasized doing, with boys we knew. Most of the talk involved fantasy, but it still made me hot and wet just talking about it. 

After talking for most of the night, the girls finally started to drift off to sleep. As it happened, Gloria and I wound up next to each other. We continued whispering sexy things to each other and then somehow our lips met. It was the first time I had ever kissed a girl in a sexy way, and I loved it. We kissed for a long time and as we did I could feel my tummy churning and my pussy melting. 

We had to be very quiet so as not to wake the others, but our breathing became deeper as we rubbed our bodies together under the sheets. We were both pretty aroused when Gloria grabbed my hand and pushed it into her panties. 

It was the first time I ever felt another girl's pussy and it was pretty wet. When she then reached into my panties, she could easily feel my dampness too. We really couldn't do any more than that because of all the other girls around, but as you will see, we did hook up later. 

So you want me to get to the oral part, right?

It wasn't long after that, I started dating a guy named Barry. We had been going out for a while and went through all the standard dating stuff. First kiss, necking, copping feels on a park bench. One night he picks me up in his parent's car and says he wants to go to a make out spot. Of course I was game and we drove out to a spot just outside town and parked. 

We were all over each other in the back seat and I was so overheated that I just had to pull his cock out and stroke it. Barry had a nice looking cock. Not too big, nice and pink with a fat red head on it. I had started to stroke it as Barry leaned back to enjoy.

"Theresa." He whispered. "Kiss it. Kiss my cock"

As I said, it was kind of a nice cock so I thought to myself why not? I leaned down and started kissing all around the head and along the shaft. Barry rewarded me with a series of moans indicating that I was doing something right. Of course I have since learned that with teenage boys, it's almost impossible not to do something right. Anyway, I'm there kissing his cock and he's moaning and wiggling around for a while.

"Theresa." He rasps. "Suck it. Oh Gawd. Take it in your mouth. Pleeease"

In for a penny, in for a pound, so I opened my mouth and took that fat head inside. I started to suck and move my tongue around under the head. Barry started to really wiggle around then groaning and writhing around on the seat as I continued my ministrations. It took less that a minute before his entire body stiffened and he growled like an animal. I had given enough hand jobs to know when a guy was going to cum, but I was expecting Barry to warn me before he squirted. 

His first strong jet of cum hit the back of my mouth without warning, causing me to cough and choke. I did swallow some, but the bulk of his load squirted in my hair, on my shirt and up my arm. It took quite a while to get cleaned up and presentable. Even then I had a big wet spot on the shoulder of my blouse and a sticky patch in my hair. Luckily, when I got home, I was able to make it up to my room without having to undergo inspection.

Some girls will tell you that they don't like the taste of a man's cum and others will say that the gooey texture is what turns them off, but I simply loved cum from that very first time. Little wonder then that on our next date, Barry was able to convince me to try again. This time I was ready when he came and swallowed every drop.

As time went on, I perfected a method of holding a guy's entire load in my mouth to swallow it all at once when he was done. I found that a lot of guys liked to see their load on my tongue and in my mouth before I swallowed. It also gave me a chance to roll it around on my taste buds and savour it before finally gulping it down.

The Internet is a wonderful place. You can find pictures and Movies to suit almost any fetish there is. Luckily for me, blow jobs are very popular, and there is a lot out there. By now, I had become a consummate cocksucker, and decided that the next step in worshipping cock was to take it down my throat. 

After some initial research, I realized that practice would be required. I must have gone through half a dozen bunches of bananas before I felt ready to take on the real thing. Ronnie had the perfect cock for my first real attempt. Not too long. Not too thick. Fairly small tapered head. In short, kind of banana-like. 

I knew that it would have to be good and wet to be able to accomplish my objective, so I started licking, sucking and slobbering on his dick right away. After a couple false starts and some gagging, I managed to take him down to the root. 

As you would expect from any young guy, Ronnie was addicted and he wanted me to do it every time we were together, sometimes twice. After a couple weeks of practice, we found that the best position was for me to lay on his bed with my head hanging over the edge and let him slide his dick straight in. 

As long as he started slowly, he could really face fuck me pretty well that way. After a few sessions like that, He even started sliding all the way in and cuming right down my throat as his pubes tickled my chin. I didn't like it much though because it didn't allow me to taste and play with his load. Of course I still gagged sometimes, but Ronnie never complained.

A few weeks later, we were sitting around in the kitchen with his older brother. Next thing I know, Ronnie is bragging to an incredulous Joe that I can deep throat one of the bananas from the bunch on the island. Before I could stop them the bet was made and four eyes were riveted to my face. Joe handed me the fruit and Ronnie nodded. I peeled the skin back and before I could lose my nerve, tilted my head back and slid it all the way in. Later that afternoon, it was Joe who was sliding down my throat and cuming as I lay across Ronnie's bed

I guess you could say that Ronnie and Joe were my first group experience, but I don't really consider three to be a group. My first real group was with a bunch of guys from the senior football team. I was on the cheer squad and we all hung around with and dated various jocks.

Speaking about the cheer squad, it was around that time that Gloria and I went to cheer camp together. You remember Gloria from the sleepover right? Well since we knew each other we asked to room together at the camp. When the chaperones agreed, Gloria and I passed each other a knowing glance.

That night we spent a while talking about what we had experienced during the sleepover and feeling each other out about where to go next. By the end of the week, our eager groping with hands had passed through kissing each other all over and finally advanced to eating each other's pussies. 69 became my new favourite number. 

Later that year Gloria and I were convinced by our boyfriends to perform a girl on girl show for them. It was strange to have an audience and it took us a little while to warm up, but when we moved into a full on 69 position, they both pulled out their cocks and started jacking off. Seeing them stroke themselves really ramped up my excitement and I doubled my efforts on Gloria, causing her to cum volcanically, followed shortly thereafter by both guys. When I felt their cum land on me, I too shuddered through my climax. 

As we were talking together afterwards, the guys tried to convince us to put on a show for a group of their friends. I was so turned on by the thought of a gang of guys wanking over us and covering us with cum as we ate each other out, that I eagerly agreed. Unfortunately even with three against one, we couldn't convince Gloria to participate. 

As I said earlier, you could say that Ronnie and Joe were my first group experience, but my first real group was with a bunch of guys from the senior football team. 

One time after a football game I got a ride with 4 of the guys from the team. They were all going to a bonfire and "sleep-out" at the quarterback's farm and invited me to come along for the party. They were all pretty hot guys, and they told me there was another girl going, so I went with them. 

I had dated one of the guys earlier in the term and, of course, I had sucked him off. I don't know, I guess he wanted to impress his buddies, so he kept talking about it as we drove along. I was getting felt up a lot in the car and we were all pretty hot when we got to the farm. The other girl must have changed her mind, and I wound up alone, partying with the guys.

At first we just sat around talking. The guys talked about other sleep-outs they had and how they fantasized and talked about other girls in school and what they wanted to do to them. I found out that most "sleep-outs" included jack off parties where the guys spread out pictures of several girls and cheerleaders and stroked themselves until they squirt their cum over their favourite. They told me that a picture of me was always included, and that mine usually got the most cum on it. That struck a nerve!

After a couple beers, they started begging me to do some cheers for them, and when I agreed, they talked me into doing them them naked. As I pulled off my clothes, they all got their cocks out and started to jack off. I only did a couple of cheers before all their sexy talk and seeing their cocks had me really hot and wet.

It didn't take long before I was on my knees in front of a line of cocks. Of course, they were all excited and everybody was eager for my attentions. I remember wishing I had more than one mouth so I could take more than one of their cocks at a time between my eager lips. 

I think that was the first time I realized how much I loved having a man rub his hard cock on me and cock slapping my face. As I sucked one jock, two or three more moved in to rub their cocks on my face, neck, hair and shoulders. Some of them whipped their cocks at my face making little slapping sounds which felt soooo good and raised my excitement to a fever pitch. 

I was in heaven, swimming in a sea of hard dicks. I had never been so excited, never felt myself so wet. I took a cock in each hand and rubbed them all over my face. I tried to get them both into my mouth at the same time. This drove the guys crazy and they tried to push even more into my mouth. At one point. There must have been four guys all trying to enter my mouth simultaneously.

In the midst of all this madness, I heard a loud groan and felt a jet of hot goo hit my neck. I have often found that once the first cum flies, several more loads will follow in short order. It was no time at all before the guy in my mouth blew his load, followed immediately by more loads hitting my face, cheeks and hair. 

I was covered with hot sperm. It was running down my face and neck, dripping on my tits. Streams of cum ran from my shoulders down my arms and chest, finally dripping on the floor. I LOVED that feeling. It was the first time I had a hot cum bath and I knew immediately it would not be the last. To this very day, I still love the feel of hot jizz burning my cold skin.

I have to admit that I sucked a LOT of cock after that. I got invited to all the parties and almost always found myself on my knees sucking, or laid back on a bed getting throat fucked. At some of the bigger parties in college I was able to swallow eight or ten loads before the night was over. 

Now that we are talking about college I should probably mention Michelle. I can still remember walking into my dorm room and seeing this mass of blonde curly hair. When she turned around I saw that my new roomie was really cute. Just a bit taller than me with a lithe athletic build. We really hit it off right away.

She was so hot that she only had to come on to me a couple times before we started making out. It was my first long term lesbian relationship and I spent many hours laying between her strong legs eating her luscious cunt. 

Michelle is also bisexual and so naturally men became a part of our relationship. At various times during our college years, one or the other or both of us had boyfriends. I will never forget the first time she came home from a date, crawled into my bed and started making out with me.

She always knew how to get me going and pretty soon we slid into the 69 position. I noticed that her pussy was very wet, I just thought that she was juicy from making out with her boyfriend, but when I tasted her I realized that her pussy was full of his cum.

"OH GOD T." She moaned. "Eat me. Suck his cum out of me. Make me cum."

And that's exactly what I did. Apparently her boyfriend had a bit of a short fuse and he came before she did, leaving her hanging. This happened a few more times before they broke up and I was always the lucky recipient of his second hand load served up warm from her hot wet cunt.

It was probably six months later when we both had boyfriends that Michelle got to return the favour. In fact, we sometimes worked it out that we both had sex the same night, returning to our room to share our creampies with each other. 

Of course the guys found out and nothing would do but they share the fun. It then became a tug of war between us. Do we fuck our own boyfriend? Which means that we were eating each other's boyfriend's cum from our cunts, or do we fuck each other's guy and eat our own boyfriend's cum? One night Michelle took on both guys and when they were done I ate a double load from her. It still makes me shiver.

We had a very hot relationship all the way through college even after we were no longer roomies, and I still see Michelle. She cuts my hair. She's married now with two kids. We don't get together very often but I still love eating her out.

Now? Oh well, I guess you'd say things have slowed down a bit. I met a gal named Judy at a place I worked a few years ago, and we really hit it off. I get together regularly with her and her hubby for some hot three way sex.

It takes me back to my college days when I'm eating Ted's cum out of Judy's pussy. It is still sooo satisfying to make a woman cum hard as I slowly lick and suck a big load of fresh sperm from her juicy cunt. Of course Judy is always happy to reciprocate. Ted really enjoys it when when one of us blows him and we share his load with hot spermy kisses, swapping it back and forth between us before finally swallowing it down.

I also have a couple of other fuck buddies who provide me ample opportunity to suck them off and swallow their loads. 

Fantasies? Yeah. I've always wanted to have thirty or forty guys spray their loads on me at once. I think I mentioned I really love that feeling of hot cum hitting my warm skin and I think forty guys would be enough to completely cover me head to foot. I can feel my pussy leaking, just talking to you about it. 

So that's pretty much the history of my oral adventures. What do you want to hear about next?



Theresa, Cum Slut: Frat Weekend



This story is the result of a request from one of my readers. Although this story is a work of fiction, Theresa had some specific fetishes she wanted me to write about and I used several of them in this short. Although this story is intended to stand alone, I suspect that I will be writing more stories about Theresa in future.

All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older at the time of the story. 

Theresa: Cum Slut

I love sex. I love all kinds of sex. I love pussy sex. I love anal sex. I love oral sex. I love lesbian sex. I even love Internet sex. I love having sex, watching sex, and reading about sex. When I'm not doing those things I am thinking about sex. Being married really cramped my style so after the divorce, I took up with a couple fuck buddies who service me on a regular basis. I also love to fool around with my friend Judy and her husband. 

Most guys seem to find me attractive. My petite 5 foot frame supports a firm pair of 34B breasts with prominent nipples, and a generous ass that guys just love to slap and fuck. I'm not quite 40, but my shoulder length blonde hair and cute face still get me a lot of looks from the hot young guys around the college, so it wasn't unusual for one of them to walk up to me in the bar while I was waiting for Judy to arrive.

"Hey" He started. "My name is Mark. What's your's?"

It was a totally lame opening, but he had a really cute young face under his dirty blond hair, and a set of broad shoulders under his tee, so I cut him some slack.

"Theresa. Pleased to meet you. So ...what can I do for you Mark?" I teased

"Well...I'd really like to buy you a drink and get to know you better." 

And so I invited him to sit down and we had a couple drinks together, chatting about my job and his courses at the college. I was beginning to wonder what had happened to Judy when I got a text from her saying that she had to cancel. Seems hub was in an amorous mood and had her bent over the couch for a good fucking. 

Although he was cute, he seemed a bit too shy for me and his buddies were getting a kind of rowdy over at their table, so I figured I would cut Mark loose after this drink was done. He begged me to let him buy me one more "for the road" but I refused, saying I had to get home. 

"Well. Will you at least let a gentleman walk you out to your car?" Sweetly.

When our drinks were done, I picked up my purse and headed out of the bar with Mark by my side. I hadn't noticed that his friends had already left. I was totally distracted, fishing in my purse as we approached my car so I didn't even see it coming. Just as we reached the back of my car, a van pulled up beside us and the door slid open. It didn't even register that the van was full of Mark's friends, until after the cloth bag was pulled over my head and I was dragged inside. With my small size, it was easy for them to overpower me. A funny smell came through the bag , I coughed and then felt suddenly woozy, quickly drifting into unconsciousness. 

When I awoke, I was in a small room with one window and mirrored closet doors. I was totally naked, except for the collar locked around my neck. The lights were on full. I was frightened. More scared than I had ever been in my life. What were they going to do to me?

Within a few minutes, Mark entered the room. I wanted to kill him, or at the very least scratch his eyes out. I lunged toward him, but a sudden shock from the collar brought me to my knees. When I looked up at him, I could see a little remote in his palm. 

"Electric dog training collar." In a manner of fact tone. "Just so we can make sure nobody gets hurt. Nice to see you are awake. I'm sure you are wondering what is going on here."

I hurled a stream of obscenities at him that would have made a Marine blush. But stopped short when I saw his thumb shift to the remote.

"What are you doing? Why did you bring me here?" 

"Well Theresa." He soothed "This is the end of exam week, and me and the boys need a reward for all our hard work, and we decided that you would be that reward"

Me? A reward? I was pretty sure I knew what he meant, and a sudden rush of lubrication flooded my pussy. 

"See Theresa, six of us who made passed everything, and over the course of this weekend, you will satisfy our every sexual need. Is that understood Theresa?"

It was fully understood. I'd had a pretty hot time on a Saturday with five guys once, but 6, would be a new record. These were pretty young guys so I was sure to be getting a lot of attention from a lot of hard cocks Hhhhhmmmmm. I felt my pussy juice start to leak on my leg. I must have been standing there with a stunned look on my face, because Mark asked if I was alright. When I answered it was a whispered yes.

"First things first." Mark stated. "I think you should start by blowing the organizer of this little reward, don't you?" 

He opened his pants and pulled his cock over the waist of his boxers, stroking it a few times to bring it to full hardness and started moving towards me. He had moved his thumb onto the remote in case I resisted, but he needn't have bothered. On autopilot, I dropped to my knees as he approached. His pink rigid cock leading the way to my face, and when it arrived, I moaned loudly as I rubbed it all over my face. It was hard and pink and smelled of man. I opened my mouth and took it in. He was about average size with a smallish tapered head and so after he was coated with saliva I pushed forward and took him right down to the root. 

"Jesus." He exclaimed.

"No silly boy. Theresa" I replied and took him all the way in again.

It took less than a minute for me to bring him off and he howled as he blasted his load directly down my throat, his cock pulsing strongly 3 times before he pulled back and dribbled the remainder on my tongue.

When he stepped back, he had a funny look on his face. 

"Oh my God Theresa, I didn't have to use the collar or anything. You're really into this aren't you? You like it don't you?"

"Guilty as charged." I replied, licking my lips.

"If you're as willing as all that, then I can just take the collar off for you if you want." 

"No." I replied. "It's probably better if the guys think I'm doing it under duress. That way they won't try to come at me later for a repeat. It's just safer that way. OK?"

"OK. If that works for you. Anything I can get you before the rest of the boys show up?

"Yeah. There's undoubtedly going to be lots of cum around and I'm sure to be lubing like crazy, but better bring me a bottle of sex lube just in case I need it."

"Jesus" Mark exclaimed.

"No silly boy. Theresa." We both chimed in unison, laughing.

"Oh, and I really need something to drink. Can you get me a few of those premix bloody caesar things?"

I had finished my drink and it was about a half hour later that the first three guys started to enter the room. I just sat quietly on the cot as they removed their pants, and briefs. Two of them had rather average cocks, but the leader had at least two inches on the other two. He was the first to approach holding the base of his hardening cock in his hand. When he stood close in front of me, he flicked his cock, causing it to slap my face. I love being cock-slapped, and moaned as I felt the silky hardness strike my cheek. At the sound of my moan, he slapped his cock against my other cheek. 

As I was reveling in his attentions, I felt my hands being directed to the other two cocks. I started a slow stroking motion as Leader changed from slapping to rubbing. He dragged his cock slowly across my cheek, traced a line just below my eye with the tip, across my nose, and under the eye to the other cheek. He got into a pattern Slap, slap, draaaagggggg. Slap, slap, draaaaggggggg. I pulled the others closer and started rubbing them on my breasts teasing my extended nipples with their hard dicks.

"OH. MAN. I gotta tap that fine ass" This from my left side. "Hand me that lube"

Leader sat on the cot with legs spread and moved my face between his legs, instructing me to rest my chin on his ball sack. This left his rigid cock sticking straight up beside my nose with the tip resting on my forehead. It also left my ass high in the air. Without warning I felt a well greased cock push at my asshole. I like anal OK, but I really wished he had entered my pussy first to warm me up. 

I did my best to relax as I felt myself stretch to take him in. It took a couple minutes, and another shot of lube for him to press his cock home in my ass. When he started fucking me, the motion caused Leader's cock to begin slapping my face and forehead. I was beginning to wonder where #3 was when I felt his cock and balls rubbing along my shoulder and side. With all this attention, it only took another minute or so before I moaned and spasmed through my first orgasm. As I was coming down off the orgasmic high, I felt Lefty pull out and begin squirting is load on my back. This added stimulation resulted in the other two unloading as well and I had three nice hot loads of cum spread across my shoulders and back.

There was little time to rest as another three guys entered the room. 

"On your knees Theresa."

When I was kneeling in the middle of the room, all three gathered round me, cocks in hand. As I sucked each cock in turn I looked up in to it's owner's eyes. It didn't seem like anyone was interested in fucking me so I just kept alternating on their cocks as they kept stroking themselves in between. Sometimes as I sucked, the others would rub their pre-come on my cheeks and temples, then go back to stroking. By the time the first guy shot his load, my face and chin were already slick pre-come and saliva. 

The first shot landed on my forehead just below the hairline. The remainder dribbled out on my cheek below my eye. I quickly licked him clean, then focused on the next. There's something about a cum shot that makes a guy a joiner. I no sooner had the next guy deep in my mouth, than he fired a big jet of cum into the back of my throat. I didn't swallow, just let it drip out of my mouth around his cock as I finished him. 

My pussy was drooling so badly I was sitting in a puddle. Having finished two of the three, I now had a free hand, and I used it to tease my clit. I didn't even get the last guy back in my mouth before he shot diagonally across my cheeks and nose, and then used the tip of his cock to spread his dribbled remainder along my lips. That combined with my diddling finger pushed me over the edge into a rocking good orgasm, and I knelt in front of these three guys squirming and moaning like I was having a fit.

Soon, Mark was back and offered me another caesar and a shower. I took the caesar, but told him the shower would be a waste. 

"No sense cleaning up yet. There's plenty more cum to come." I smiled.

I was just thinking of dropping to my knees and "thanking" Mark for the drink, when two of the guys came back through the door. Even though I had cum once, I was still in a pretty excited state, so when the guys pulled themselves out for what looked like a repeat performance of the blow job, I told them, in no uncertain terms, I needed to be fucked. 

One guy stripped off his pants, lay down on the cot. When he had positioned himself so his hips were almost at the edge, and his feet on the floor for support, he motioned me to mount up. I straddled his waist and no sooner had his cock nestled in my cunt, than the second guy stepped up behind me and pushed me forward so I was lying face down. With the two of us at the edge, and my ass sticking up. He was free to step between our legs and line up his dick with my asshole. My ass had already been stretched by the first group, so when he pushed, he went all the way in one stroke. 

With both holes filled, everything felt tight. At first, the guy under me was the only one moving. Then he stopped and the guy behind began to stroke in and out. When they changed to alternating strokes and finally to opposing strokes, I started to lose control. Then as they matched strokes both going in and out at the same time, stretching and releasing both my holes simultaneously I had a thunderous orgasm. As I screamed, cried, and thrashed, both guys grunted and shot their loads of thick man juice into my body.

The big finale on Sunday afternoon was a bukkake session. Once again I found myself on my knees, but this time I was surrounded by 7 hard cocks. It was impossible for me to handle them all at once and so I alternated around the circle as they stroked themselves and watched. Often as I was sucking one cock, a neighbor would start rubbing his hardened member on my ears, cheeks, or shoulders. I recall that at one point, I had one in my mouth, one rubbing each cheek, and a fourth being dragged back and forth across the back of my neck.

It took a long time to get that many men ready without having someone cum too soon or lose their interest, but I made a determined effort knowing that the "joiner effect" would kick in to help some of the stragglers. 

Surprisingly, Mark was the first one to shoot. When I felt him stiffen, I pulled back grabbed his cock in my hand and aimed it at my face. Two more strokes, and he shot a big load right into my eye. I'm not normally a fan because it can really sting, but I closed that eye and soldiered on. As I suspected, the sight of my facial, and particularly an eye shot, pushed the other guys over the edge and my world became a cum bath. 

Being a cock sucker really turns me on anyway so I was ready. Wanting to cum simultaneously with the guys, I dropped my hands to my crotch and started diddling my clit like crazy. My tits being covered with cum did not stop two of the guys from grabbing my nipples and rolling them hard between their fingers. This additional stimulation was all I needed to push me over the orgasmic cliff.

By the time everyone was done I was covered. My hair, ears, nostrils, mouth and upper body were soaked with their cum. Several of the guys pulled out the last drops and let them fall on me as the group moved back. With my eyes closed with cum, I only heard the clicks of the cellphones as my success was recorded for posterity. 

"Jesus" I heard someone stage whisper."

"No silly boy. Theresa." I replied.

Mark and I have been fuck-buddies now for almost 4 months, and we often reminisce about our first adventure together.



Theresa Discovers Dad



When it came to sex, my ex-wife Theresa and I fucked frequently, but it was never what you would to refer to as "spectacular sex." She was frigid and was not able to achieve an orgasm, even during masturbation. However, she was a very attractive woman with an incredible body, complete with large beautiful breasts and a thick dark bush of pubic hair. Her Italian ancestry gave her striking facial features, dark hair and eyes and lovely olive skin. She looked fantastic in lingerie and in the nude, and she always stopped traffic on the beach.

Because she was so gorgeous to look at, and because her libido was so benign, I loved to take nude photos of her. I figured that if I couldn't have great sex with her, at least I could look at her luscious body in the pictures and dream of having great sex with her. (Quite honestly, I think she allowed me to photograph her because she knew I enjoyed jacking off to the pictures and it saved her from having to have sex as frequently.)

After I had amassed about a hundred nude and semi-nude photos of her, I purchased a video camera and began to tape us having sex. She always put on a pretty decent show for the camera, but honestly, with the way she looked, all she pretty much had to do was show up and take off her clothes and it made for good video.

I had a half a dozen videos of us having sex pretty much everywhere around the house and around the yard. I had some great stuff of her stripping and giving me head and taking loads of cum on her face. Because I worked at home alone during the day, I would frequently take the opportunity to look at my collection and get off to it. Occasionally, she would watch it with me, but she never really understood why I found it so fascinating. I had asked her if she minded doing it and she said she didn't. She even remarked that it was "kinda' fun being a nasty girl once in awhile."

Theresa was always "daddy's little girl." From the day I met her, she always bragged on her father. She would comment on how handsome he was and what a great man he was. Perhaps, ultimately, that's why our marriage never worked out; I could never measure up to the one man she truly loved and trusted in the world — her daddy.

Several years after we married, Theresa and I bought a house in the country. It was a real fixer-upper. Now I was a pretty handy guy around the house, but Theresa's father was the ultimate handy man. Bob Vila had nothing on this guy. Plumbing, wiring, carpentry — there was nothing this guy couldn't fix. So on the weekends in the summers, he would come up every Friday night and spend the weekend helping me fix up the house.

Now Sunday through Thursday, you couldn't get my wife to pick up a pot or pan. But when Daddy showed up, there was always a great meal prepared and she went out of her way to be pleasant and sweet to both he and I. I didn't complain. Normally, she was a total bitch to be around, so when my father showed up for the weekend, at least I knew she would be civil to me and I'd be well fed.

Saturday night was boy's night out for me. I would go out with my friends (including my wife's brothers) and play cards or go to the race track or just hang out. We weren't heavy drinkers, so I always came home sober, and I wasn't the type to mess around either — especially with my wife's brothers there. But it was a great way to blow off steam and get the hell out of the house and Theresa enjoyed it because it gave her time to hang out with dear ol' dad.

One Sunday morning, I woke up and asked my father if he wanted to go out and grab some breakfast before we started working on the house. He said, "sure," and we went down to the local diner for some bacon and eggs.

At breakfast, we chatted about what we would be working on throughout the day and about sports and other guy stuff, when he suddenly kicked off on an odd conversation. 

"Listen," he said, "I know my daughter's not the easiest woman in the world to get along with. She's a lot like her mother in that way. But you've got to admit, she's quite a looker and tits like that don't come along every day."

I was really surprised that he would make a reference to his daughter's "tits," but we were pretty close friends, so I said, "They are fantastic. They're really something to behold."

"I'll bet you two have some real good times together in the sack, huh?" Before I could answer, he continued, "C'mon, I've heard you guys banging the headboard more than once or twice from the your room."

Still a little stunned, I said, "Well if she's that much like her mother, then I guess you have a pretty good idea of what I have to play with." 

With that, he smiled a wide grin and said, "Yeah, maybe when her mother was in her twenties, but remember everything sags eventually. You keep on enjoying that part of it while you can."

Throughout the day, I pondered the conversation and it occurred to me that Theresa and I always had the best sex when her father was staying over. At the time, I just figured that it was the whole "fear of getting caught" thing or that I was something forbidden that turned her on.

We put in a hard day's work and my father got ready to go home for the week. He hugged his daughter very tight and kissed ever so softly on the lips and said to her, "You, my daughter, look more beautiful to me today than you ever have."

Theresa, a little confused, thanked him and then he told me that he was excited about what we had accomplished over the weekend, "and (he) couldn't wait to come back next Friday."

After he left, we both looked at each other with a little confusion. "What's he in such a good mood about?"

"I don't know," I said. "He's been acting a little weird all day." 

The next morning my wife went off to work and I went downstairs to my office to get some work done. My office in that house was great. It was a huge bonus room with a stereo, big TV, VCR and a fold out sofa. This is where my father stayed when he spent the night. This is also the room where I kept my porn stash. I had a nice large stack of porn magazines under the desk and I had invited my father-in-law to help himself to it whenever he wanted. I knew that he looked through them pretty frequently, because the one I had left on top would always be different after he left. I kept my more "private" stuff in my desk.

Around lunch, I decided to take a look at one of the porno tapes Theresa and I had made. I had been thinking about her father's comments regarding her "tits" and it made me kind of horny for them. So I opened the drawer where I had them kept and picked one out. I went to put the tape into the VCR and discovered that there was already a tape in the machine. I ejected and discovered that I had left one of my "Theresa" videos in the machine over the weekend. It had been rewound to the beginning.

I popped the tape back in, knowing full well that I had not rewound the tape and found that it was indeed one of my "private" tapes. I figured out right then, that her father must had watched the tape of his daughter. That explained the weird conversation at breakfast and the strange departure the night before.

I sat down and watched the tape to see just exactly what he had seen. On the tape, I had asked Theresa to walk into the bedroom, dressed to the nines. She was wearing high-heels and black stockings, a gray business suit with a silk blouse and a strand of pearls. Her hair and makeup were perfect.

She walked into the room as the camera rolled, and slowly stood in front of the full-length mirror and began taking off her clothes. As I watched her remove her jacket and slide her skirt down her legs, I couldn't help but discover a new found excitement in this video. I had watched it dozens of times, but now, I was looking at it through a whole new set of eyes — my father's eyes.

On the tape, Theresa removed her silk blouse and revealed her perfect body in a black lace bra, garter belt and stockings and no panties. Her thick, black mound of public hair was breathtaking. She kept her high heels on and reached back to unsnap her bra. As the black lace slowly fell to the floor she revealed to herself in the mirror (and to her father on tape) her magnificent size 40D breasts. There they were beautiful and huge, with soft pink nipples and wonderfully contrasting tan lines that made them look like big soft milk jugs.

As she slowly rubbed her tits and played with her nipples my cock was getting as hard as a rock, and I was sure that her dad's was too while he watched his daughter as she put it, "be a nasty girl."

She then walked over to the bed and lay down, continuing to rub her breasts. Slowly she moved her hands from her breasts to her crotch. She spread her legs far apart and began rubbing her pussy. I had zoomed on her bush now as she spread her lips apart and gave the camera (and her father) and complete view of her womanhood. When she plunged her finger into her cunt, that's when I blew my load.

As I cleaned myself up, I wondered at what point my father had cum as he watched his daughter. Was it when she stood in front of the mirror in the sexy lingerie? Was it when she stood and watched herself play with her tits wearing just the garter belt and stockings? Or was he able to hold his load until she exposed her glorious cunt? I doubted it. He probably came several times, I thought. 

He had given me the sign. He had liked what he saw. He wanted to see more. I intended to make that dream (and many more) come true for him.

The next Wednesday afternoon, I was at my desk working when Theresa's dad called. "You know, I was thinking," he said, we've got a lot to do this weekend, what with the vinyl siding and everything. You think I should come up on Thursday instead of Friday?"

"Sure," I said. "That's probably a good idea. I appreciate it so much, I'll have a surprise ready for you."

"Oh really?" he asked, excitedly. "As good as the last one?"

"Better. You want to see a little action this time?" I asked.

"Action?" he asked, hesitantly. "What kind of action?"

"You know, adult action," I said. "The kind that you might see on a video from the rental place. This time starring your favorite girl."

He hesitated and said, "Are you sure you want me to see that?"

"Do you want to see it?" I asked.

He paused. "Well," he replied, "I think so. Do you think I'll enjoy it?"

"You liked the first one, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I really liked it," he admitted, "I can't stop thinking about it."

"Anything in particular work for you?" I asked. I wanted to know what he was thinking. I also wanted to know at which point he dropped his load.

He paused again and said, "I really liked all of it. When I first turned it on, it was at the end of the tape and she had just finished. At first I didn't realize who it was in the video, so I rewound it to the beginning. Then when I saw her walk into the room in that suit, and I realized it was her, I was like, 'Holy shit!' She looked so sexy, you know?"

"Yea, I know. Go on."

"Then when she started to undress, I couldn't believe it. Her body was so beautiful in that outfit. Then to watch her play her tits and finger herselfÉ I mean holy shit! I'm hard right now thinking about it. She looked like her mother did when she was her age. But her mother would have never done that in front of a camera."

"If you liked that, then you'll really like the other stuff I've got," I said. "One more question though. How many times did you watch it?"

He laughed, "Five times, all the way through."

Then he asked me a question, almost embarrassed, "Uh, you wouldn't happen to have any, uh, you know (pause) uh, blow job stuff would you?"

"I've got you covered. See you tomorrow."

Now I knew that daddy wanted to see his little girl with a dick in her mouth. So Thursday afternoon I previewed a few of my Theresa movies and found one that I knew would send him into orbit. I put it in the drawer below the TV with an envelope containing about thirty classic Polaroids of Theresa both in and out of sexy lingerie. I picked the filthiest stuff I could find. I figured if he was in, he better be in all the way. I wanted him see his little girl at her sluttiest.

He showed up about eight o'clock and the three of us chatted. Theresa looked great. Normally, around the house she wore a t-shirt and jeans, but that night she had a baby doll on that really showed some nice cleavage and made her gigantic tits look mouthwatering. As we sat and talked, I watched her dad's eyes and he kept checking those tits out, over and over.

By nine o'clock, he'd had more than he could take and had waited long enough. He announced that he was tired and was going to go downstairs and hit the sack. I said, "Let me go down there with you, I want to show you that new framing nailer I got."

We went down to the office. He had an excited grin on his face. I told him what he was looking for was in the drawer below the TV. "I have to warn you, it's pretty graphic."

"Really?" he said in surprise. "I'm not sure what to expect."

"Just realize that she's a grown woman and when the camera is on she does everything I ask her to do. Some of this may shock you a little. So if it gets to be too much for you, just let me know and we'll call the whole thing off, okay?"

"My god, what does she do?" he asked.

"Everything you want to see," I said with a smile. "Why don't you start out with the pictures and then watch the movie marked 'April'."

He agreed. The pictures were graphic enough that if he had any reservations, they would compel him to quit while he was ahead. If, after seeing the Polaroids, he was willing to continue, the video would have his cock as hard as a rock in seconds. The "April" video was one of Theresa's best.

It featured her in a sheer white nightie. In the video, I slowly undressed her full-frontal to the camera. After playing with her jugs, I ate her pussy as she writhed and her huge tits swayed. Then I turned her over and fucked her hard, dog-style. To finish it off, I repositioned the camera to capture a close-up of her face as a covered it with cum. Making it even better were the bits and pieces of dialog that were captured. Daddy was going to get to hear his little girl say all kinds of nasty things like, "fuck me hard," and "let me suck your cock," and "I want to taste your cum. Shoot it all over my face."

Now that I knew that oral was his thing, I knew that if he had the guts to watch it, he was going to love it.

When we retired for the evening, Theresa kissed me very sensually and told me she was horny. Of course, I was too, knowing what was happening downstairs at that moment. But rather than give in immediately, I decided to tease her a little.

"Are you sure it's a good idea for us to fuck with your father in the house? I mean, what if he walked in on us or something?" I asked.

To my surprise, she said jokingly, "Then I guess he'll just see what he sees." 

She obviously had no idea what she was really saying. I wanted so bad to just blurt out to her that her dad was downstairs at that very moment jacking off to a porn video of her. But I restrained myself and decided to tease a little more.

"If he did walk in on us what do think he would do?" I asked.

"Based on what mom has told me, he'd probably watch," she said.

I felt my face go flush. "What the hell?" I said, "What did she tell you?"

Theresa said, giggling, "She said daddy was a horny bastard and that he wanted to do it nearly every night."

"With your mom?" I said sarcastically, "He must be horny to want that every night."

Theresa giggled and then said. "She also told me he has a big dick."

"No shit," I said, ready to pass out. "I didn't realize you guys talked about that sort of stuff. What else did she say?"

"Just that he was really a hornbag and that he was always asking he to do stuff that she refused to do. I don't think my mom will do oral."

"Shit, let's hope not!" I said, unable to resist the opportunity to take a jab at the old woman. "Let me ask you something. Do you think your father has ever had a blow job?"

"I don't know. Probably not a good one," she said with a sly grin.

"Well I haven't had a good blow job in a long time. How about giving me one? You do oral, don't you?" I questioned with an evil smirk.

"Take your shorts off and I'll show you," she said, and she stripped off her t-shirt and bra, exposing her gorgeous jugs.

She proceeded to suck the hell out of my cock. It was fantastic and intoxicating. I decided to backtrack on the conversation and see if I could advance the subject of her father while she licked and sucked my throbbing dick. I figured it was my one opportunity to start a dialog with her about her father.

As she licked the shaft of my cock and ran her lips and tongue around the head, I said, "God Theresa! You give such great head, baby," I panted, "What a shame that a guy as handsome and horny as your dad has never had a good blow job."

Not only did she grin real big at me, she picked up the pace when I mentioned her dad, almost as if I had struck a sensitive nerve. Moments later, I looked down and she had slipped her hand down her white bikini panties and was massaging her clit. 

I continued, "Baby, you are so good at this. I bet your father would give anything for this. Damn, a young, beautiful, sexy woman licking and sucking his cock." She started getting serious now, increasing the sucking on the head. Her hand was also getting very busy in her panties. This had grown from fun and games into something very intense.

I decided to keep talking. "God girl, I bet he'd shit if he walked in on us right now. He probably would stay and watch. You're so beautiful with a big cock in your mouth." She continued so suck intensely and I could see that now she was sticking at least two or three fingers into her hole, wildly. "If he walked in here right now, I bet his dick would be hard as a rock watching you suck me off. He'd probably take his dick out and jerk it. I know if I watched you suck a guy off I'd have to jerk off. You're so good you could suck two dicks at one time."

She was sucking and jerking like crazy now, and I was about ready to bust a nut. When I mentioned her daddy's cock she went into another zone, so I decided to go on, "I wonder if his cock is bigger than mine?" I said. She let out a moan as she continued to jerk my rod and rub her pussy. I could hear from the squishing sounds of her fingers in her cunt that her juices were flowing as she rubbed herself harder.

"I bet he can blow a big load," I said, "I bet he'd blow it all over your pretty face."

I had tripped the wire. As soon as I had her visualizing her father's big dick in her mouth, she increased her moaning and groaning as both hands were working overtime Ð the one on my cock and the one in her panties. It was then, for the first time since I had ever been with her, that my wife achieved orgasm. She was out of control and I capitalized on the situation. "Go ahead baby, tell daddy what you want."

As she started to cum, she pulled my dick out of her mouth gasped, "Shoot it daddy! Shoot it all over my pretty face."

Needless to say, I obliged her immediately. I shot about the biggest load I ever shot. The first shot hit her top lip, followed by a huge load on her forehead and hair. As I was still cumming, she took my dick back in her mouth and swallowed the last few spurts.

As she wiped her face off with a towel, I asked her, "Did you just make yourself cum?"

She looked back at me with a flushed face and said, "I think I finally did. Thanks for the help. Your talking was really turning me on."

"It must have. You've never sucked like that. Fuck! That was awesome," and I hugged her tight. "I wish we had that one on video."

"No shit," she said with a laugh of exhaution.




Theresa Discovers Dad



As to not embarrass her or make her feel any shame about the incident, I decided that I would wait to talk to her about it until the next day. But now my little fantasy had turned into a huge one. Not only was my father downstairs masturbating while thinking of his daughter, his daughter was upstairs with me masturbating while thinking about sucking her daddy's cock.

It was going to be a long weekend. I had plenty of work to ahead of me.

Theresa woke up in a great mood the next morning. She crawled on top of me and kissed me and said, "I had such a good time last night. We need to do that again soon."

"How about tonight?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, "Can you talk nasty to me again like you did last night?"

"Yeah, of course. You really liked that, huh?" I wanted to know more of what she was thinking.

"Yes. I don't know what it is about my dad. It's just that when he was younger and I was a little girl, I thought he was the most handsome man in the world. As I grew older and learned more about sex, I guess I've always been curious about him in that way. Do you think that's weird?"

"No, not at all. In fact it turned me on too," I assured her.

"What, my dad?"

"No, no. The fact that you would want to be so nasty with somebody else in front of me really got me hot. The fact that you were fantasizing about your dad made it even better. It's so, I don't know, forbidden." I explained.

"He's been giving me some serious looks lately. You know, checking out my boobs and my ass. I guess that's been turning me on too. I mean, I must be looking pretty good these days if my own dad is checking me out."

"Baby, you are looking great these days," I said. It was time for me to come at least partially clean about the videos. "Theresa, I've got to tell you something. You're either going to be pissed off or turned on. I don't know which."

"What?" she asked with confusion.

"Last week, I found one of our porn tapes in the VCR after your father had left for the week. I'm pretty sure he's found my stash of 'Theresa Porn' and has been looking at it."

She got quiet for a moment and then gave an embarrassed grin. "You really think so? Has he said anything to you about it?"

"He has tried to turn the conversation toward you and your sexuality more than once in the last week or so," I said.

"Really? What do you think he thought of the tapes? Did he see the pictures?"

"Well, best I can tell, he's watched at least two of the videos and the pictures have been looked at too," I said. "He watched the one of you undressing and then masturbating and he's also seen the one of you giving me a blow job."

"Can you find out for sure?" she asked.

"Well Theresa, I'm pretty sure. I mean if the tape isn't in the machine when he gets here, and neither you or I puts in there while he's here, that's a pretty strong indication that he's been watching them. And since he's done it more than once, I'm guessing that he digs it."

"Do you think you can get him to admit it?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure I can, since all he wants to talk about is your body anyway," I laughed, trying to ease the tension.

There was a long pause and then Theresa said, "I guess I should feel repulsed by the whole thing or something, but I'm not for some reason. You don't think I'm a freak or anything, do you? I don't know, just ever since my mom told me those things about him being horny and having a big dick and all — I've just been so curious."

"No. I don't think you're a freak. I mean, my mom doesn't really turn me on, or anything, but if I had a sister, I would be really curious about seeing her naked and wanting to have sex with her. So I completely understand. And like I said, it turns me on when you're nasty — and this is pretty nasty."

I figured while she was going for this whole thing, I'd help steer her in the right direction. "You know, I've noticed too, how much he's been checking you out. Maybe you can help him out by teasing him a little. When you get home from work tonight, put on something sexy and wear it in front of him."

"That would be cruel!" she said, "but he probably would get off on it," she giggled.

"We'd all three get off on it. In different ways, of course," I added.

"Would you help me pick something out to wear when I get home?" she asked. "Nothing too sexy, I don't want to show him everything, just give him something to think about later while he's watching the videos."

"I'll be glad to," I said. She got showered and dressed and left for work before the old man ever got up. I'm sure he had a good excuse. He was probably up until three in the morning, jacking off, thinking about his daughter.

I went ahead and got dressed and went outside to size up the siding job. We had to rip off the old siding on the side of the house where the deck was and then put up the new siding. The old man was pretty smart by coming up a day earlier than usual. This was going to take every bit of three days work — especially if he didn't get his ass out of bed pretty soon.

A few minutes later he came outside dressed for work, wearing a grin a mile wide.

"Good morning," I said, "Get a good night's sleep?"

"Oh yeah," he replied, still grinning.

"I take it from the size of that smile that you were satisfied with the entertainment as well."

"Oh yeah," he said with enthusiasm, "I gotta tell you. I've seen some things in my days that have made me hard — but that topped them all," and he shook his head, still grinning.

"I told you it was good stuff. What did you think of the pictures?" I asked.

"Got 'em all memorized, right up here," he said, pointing to his head. "Got anything else for me tonight?"

"I'm sure we can come up with something," I assured, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. My momma always taught me to share."

Then he asked, "I sounded like from all the moaning I heard from your room last night that you had a pretty good evening yourself," he said slyly. "Tell me about it."

"It'll just make you jealous, but if you really want to know, I got the best blow job of my life last night," I confessed.

"Mmm. As good as the one I watched you get?" he asked.

"Actually, it was even better. I talked dirty really dirty to her while she did it. She started fingering herself and came like a flood."

"Really," he said curiously, "What kinda dirty shit did you say to her?"

This is when I decided to drop the bomb on him. "I told her to pretend that I was her daddy while she blew me and it really got her off."

His mouth dropped open and I thought he was going to shit himself. "You're fucking kidding me, right?"

"Nope. God's honest truth."

"Get the fuck outta here." He paused for a moment and then grinned. "Well I guess that means we're all pretty much on the same page, huh?"

"I'd say we're getting pretty close," I said. "Hey, I got a question for you, old man. When and if the 'moment of truth' comes, are you going to be able to handle it?"

"Fuck you," he laughed. "Are you going to be able to handle it?"

"Handle it?" I fired back. "I'll videotape the event, gramps!"

We both laughed out loud and then proceeded to put in a hard day's work. We got all of the old siding off and around five o'clock we knocked off for the day. Theresa would be home in an hour or so. I decided to order a pizza when she got home, so no one would have to cook.

Before Theresa got home, I took her dad into the office and gave him the rest of my "Theresa Tapes" to watch. One of them was Theresa playing with a dildo. Another featured her in the shower and the others were pretty much straight up suck and fuck videos. They were all good and fun to watch, but now I wanted more. I wanted to watch Theresa fuck her dad.

When Theresa got home, her dad and I were sitting in the living room, watching the ball game. She walked in and said, "Hello boys. Have you two been good today?"

"You know us better than that," I said laughing.

She went into the bedroom and called for me to come in and give her a hand with something. As soon as I walked in, she closed the door and started grilling me with questions.

"Did you ask him about the videos?"

"No, he brought the subject up himself," I said.

"So he is watching them. What did he say? Was he all filthy about it?" she asked.

"No not at all. He was just grinning and saying how much he enjoyed watching them. He said that they turned him on as much as anything he's ever seen," I said, truthfully.

She sat down and pondered the situation, then said, "I don't know about this. Part of me thinks that this whole thing is really fucked up, but part of me wants it so bad."

"Wants what?" I asked curiously.

She had let her 'nasty side' slip a little there. She paused and then explained. "Okay. Please don't think I'm weird or fucked up or anything. But other than one guy in high school, you are the only man I've ever been with." I told her that I knew that, and she continued, "But I really love my dad and I think he has needs that aren't being met at home. He has always worked really hard to support my mom and us kids, and it just pisses me off that my mother won't give him the attention he needs and deserves."

I interrupted, "So you want to give him the 'attention' that he's not getting from her."

She paused and took a deep breath. "Like I said, part of me does, but part of me is worried about what it would do to us and what it would do to my relationship with my father. Oh shit, I don't know, this is fucking crazy. I can't believe I am admitting to my husband that I want to have sex with my dad."

I could see she was really struggling with this. I did my best to tell her my feelings without directly influencing her decision. I said, "Look, I don't think you are a freak or weird. I think you love your father and you have sensed that he's missing something in his life that's very important to him." 

Is it unusual? Yes. I admit that. But it's something very special that would make him feel fantastic. He's seeing you in a much different light these days. You're not his little girl anymore, and that's gotta be painful. Maybe he sees this as a way to hold onto a little more of that. Maybe this can be used to strengthen your relationship with him."

As far as our relationship is concerned, last night was the first time you ever had an orgasm. I've been depressed about that for years, thinking I was doing something wrong or something. Last night, when you came, I was so happy. I wasn't upset that you were thinking about someone else — even if it was your father — I was just glad you finally got off. I was glad that it was your father and not some guy from the office or something. I was so happy for you that it got me off too."

Also, when was the last time you and I actually took the time to sit down together and talk about a serious subject like we are right now? Maybe we need a little project like this in our lives right now to help us grow together."

She pondered my words for a long while. Then she spoke up, "Thank you for talking me through this. This is a pretty strange situation and I'm glad to know that you're on my side and you don't think there's something wrong with me."

Then I asked the million dollar question. "So, you want to make it happen?"

She took another long pause, then said with conviction, "Yes, but not tonight. I want to tease him tonight, like we talked about this morning. I want him to want me so bad he can't stand it," she said.

"Oh I don't think you'll have any problems doing that," I said. "I want you so bad I can hardly stand it."

"What should I wear?" she asked.

"Let's start off with something that shows off your tits and ass, but no lingerie. Let's save that for later, when you want to slip into 'something more comfortable.'"

We picked out a tube top and a pair of very short white cotton shorts. The tube top was small for her and it covered only half of her generous cleavage, while the shorts gave her a nice camel toe and hugged her shapely ass like a glove. She slipped on a pair of stacked heel sandals and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Well, you think this will work?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. It's working already," I said, and I showed her the huge bulge in my pants.

"Don't you worry sweetie. I'll give you someplace special to put that thing later tonight," she said with a dirty little smile. Then she added, "Maybe you can put it somewhere it's never been before."

I almost said out loud, "Okay, who the fuck are you and what have you done with my uptight, bitch of a wife!" But instead I smiled and said, "I would like to try that very much."

Holy shit! I had never done Theresa in the ass, but I had dreamed of doing it for quite some time. This was really going to be an interesting night. 

She sent me back into the living room while she touched up her makeup. As I opened a bottle of wine, the pizza showed up. So we were ready to sit down and enjoy a very interesting evening together.

When Theresa walked into the room, her father's jaw dropped. "You look gorgeous, sweetheart," he said as hi eyes fixed upon his daughter's luscious tits. Actually, she looked like a hooker. But honestly, what more could two horny men ask for than a red-hot looking hooker?

"Thanks daddy," she said, "I picked it out especially for you," and with that she leaned over to hug him around the neck, making sure her cleavage brushed up against his face. As she hugged him, he reached his hand and gave her ass a nice little rub. 

Oh yeah, I was really going to enjoy myself tonight.

We sat and ate and talked and drank for a few hours. Every time Theresa got up to get something from the kitchen, her father stared at her ass so hard, I thought he would drool. He glanced over at me several times and gave me the old, "Oh yeah" look when he got a good shot of her ass. I don't think he took his eyes off her tits for more than ten seconds. The more wine Theresa drank, the more she let the tube top slide down, until it was just above her big nipples. We went through four bottles of wine and were all pretty toasted when Theresa decided to "slip into something more comfortable." This, I couldn't wait for. Theresa had tons of lingerie, from the very sexy, Victoria's Secret stuff to the down and dirty, slutty Fredrick's shit. It would be very interesting to see what she would choose.

I turned the lights down a little, turned the TV off and put on some music. My father started to fidget a little. "What's happening here? Is this going somewhere?"

I told him to relax. Nothing was going to happen. I said, "I think Theresa just wants to show off for you a little. She's a very sexy woman. I think she just wants you to really look at her and see how sexy a woman she really is."

"Shit, I've been looking all night," he admitted. "That outfit was unbelievable."

Just then Theresa walked into the room and it was as if time stood still. There she stood, with her curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, tan skin, her huge bosom, tiny waist, ample butt and shapely legs dressed in a sheer black lace teddy, with a sheer black lace robe over top of it. You could make out just a hint of her large nipples and could plainly see that she sported a thick, dark patch of pubic hair.

I think she stole the breath from both of us. Then finally, as she stood there, waiting for a compliment, her father said, "Theresa, you are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen."

I added, "Sweetheart, you look unbelievable."

She blushed and thanked us, and proceeded to sit down on the sofa next to her father. "Do you really think I look pretty, daddy?" she asked.

"My god, yes, he said," his eyes taking a long walk all over her entire body.

Then she said to me, "What about you sweetheart, do you really think I look good?"

"Baby, you look so sexy. You are really turning me on," I said.

She looked back to her father, "Daddy, does this turn you on too?"

He struggled to stammer out a reply, "Very much, honey. Very much."

"Well it turns me on to wear it for the two men in my life. I'm glad you both like it." Then she asked her father, "Daddy, would you like to see it without the robe?"

He couldn't speak. He just nodded his head. I glanced down at his crotch and his rod was as stiff as a board. Theresa stood up and turned to face him. Then she untied the robe and let it slip off of her shoulder and slide to the floor. Her nipples were much more visible now and her pubic hair gently poked through the black lace. 

"You like it daddy?" she asked with the innocence of a ten-year-old. Before he could answer, she looked down at the hard bulge in his pants and said, "I think you do like it. You're standing at attention."

He appeared a little embarrassed, but he couldn't deny how gorgeous she looked and how much this was turning him on.

She sat down right next to him and looked over at me. She asked, "Honey is it okay for daddy to touch me a little?"

"Yes, it's okay," I said.

"Can I touch him a little?" she asked softly.

"Yes, dear," I replied.

She reached down and took his hand and placed it on her breast. He gently rubbed and squeezed it. Then she reached down and began to rub his cock through his pants. 

She whispered, "God, Daddy, that feels so good. And your cock feels so big and hard."

He still couldn't speak. All he could do was let out a little moan.

He continued to rub her tits while she rubbed his dick through his pants. Meanwhile, I sat and watched all of the festivities from my front row seat and rubbed my own hard cock through my pants.

The longer they rubbed, the more worked up he got. His little moans became more frequent and stronger. Then Theresa leaned in and put her mouth on his and then put her tongue in his mouth. She kissed him long and hard and continued to slowly rub his cock. Then she slowly pulled away from him and said, "I think that's enough for tonight daddy. Now that you know a little better how it feels, why don't go downstairs, watch some of my videos, and think about what you would like me to do for you."

She stood up and took him by the hand and she pecked him on the lips. "Goodnight daddy. Sweet dreams," she said softly. And with that, she picked up her robe and walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I looked at him and there he stood. Sweat beading up on his forehead, his face completely flush. And a hard on as big as a beer can in his pants. He looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. Then he looked at me and said sincerely, "Whatever you had to do with all of this, thank you. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome," I said, "Now, you better do what she says and get downstairs and be thinking about what you want." It was all I could do to keep from laughing. What great entertainment. He stumbled out of the room and went downstairs. When I went into the bedroom, Theresa had changed into a t-shirt and back into the short white shorts.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We're going outside and I'm going to watch him through the window. I want to see him jack off," she said.

I never figured she would get into it this much. My hard work was done. Now all I had to do was watch the fun.

We went outside and went around to the side of the house with the basement window. She laid a blanket down on the ground and told me to sit down. From that vantage point, we had a clear side view of him, lying on the fold out sofa and watching the TV. He had himself propped up with some pillows and he was pointing the remote at the VCR, cueing up a video. 

He had stripped down to his boxers and his cock made a fine tent pole out of the white cotton fabric. He found the scene he was looking for and (no surprise) it was a scene of Theresa sucking cock. He put down the remote and pulled off his boxer shorts, exposing his cock. 




Theresa Discovers Dad



When Theresa saw it, she gasped a little and said, "Look at that thing. It felt pretty big in his pants, but my god."

She was right to admire it. As cocks go, it was a nice one. It was easily nine inches long (a good inch longer than mine), but with incredible girth. It had to be as big around as the base of a beer bottle. 

As he watched Theresa suck me on the video, he stroked his huge cock. Theresa pulled off her shorts, and asked me, "Would you lick my pussy while I watch him?"

I said, "Sure," and lay down on my back and let her sit on my face. Her cunt was already soaking wet from the evening's events and I licked every inch of her. As she watched her daddy masturbate, she writhed and let out soft moans. My tongue penetrated her deeply and she began to rub her soaking wet snatch all over my face. 

"He's gonna cum," she whispered, and as she said that, I could feel her body shiver in a fit of orgasm as well. In my position, I didn't get to see her father shoot his load, but it must have been impressive, because she whispered, "Shoot it daddy! Oh god, yeah! Oh my god, look at all that cum!"

We'll I figured at that point it was getting around time for me to cum, so we quietly went back into the house and she instructed me to get her dildo and the Vasoline. I fetched it and when I came back, she was totally nude and on her elbows and knees with her gorgeous ass up in the air. 

"Put some Vasoline on that dildo and slowly slide it into my ass," she said. "Get my ass ready to take your cock."

I had been begging Theresa to let me butt fuck her for quite some time. After years of resistance, I had all but given up.

"I told Debbie (her sister) that you've been wanting to do this, but you were too big," she said as I lubed up the rubber dildo. "So she told me to practice slowly with my dildo until I loosened my ass up a little. So I've been 'working out' and I think I'm ready for the real thing."

I told her the dildo was ready and she reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart and told me to rub it around the rim of her ass a little then slowly slip the head in. Her dildo was not nearly as thick as me, but I could see how the "workout" might help her accommodate my cock.

I slipped the head in as she gasped. "Slow! Slow. Slow. That's it." The head was in. "Now slowly slide it in a little deeper."

I did as she said and watched as a good four inches of the thing slid into her asshole. 

"Now slowly pull it in and out," she instructed and I began to slowly fuck her ass with the rubber rod.

"Oh yeah, that's good. That's good," she said. "Now slide it in a little deeper and get your cock good and greasy."

I took a handful of lubricant and rubbed it all over my dick, which now was as hard as a brick and throbbing with every beat of my heart. She then told me to take out the dildo and carefully put my cock in. I slowly eased the dildo out of her tight asshole and looked at the gorgeous hole I was going to put my dick in. I had never done this before, so I tried to be a careful as I could.

"Okay baby," she instructed, "just rub the tip of your head around the hole." 

I did as she said and then she said, "Okay, slowly put the head in — but no deeper than that."

I inserted the head of my cock into her butthole, and as the engorged rim of the head popped in, she let out a little gasp.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm okay," she said. "It's just that the head of your cock is much bigger than that dildo."

I slowly moved the head in and out no more than an inch or two and she started to relax and then asked me to go a little deeper. As I did she let out a low moan of pleasure.I continued to slowly fuck her ass about four to five inches deep as she continued to moan. She then reached over and took the dildo and slid it into her soaking wet pussy. I felt the stiffness of the rubber rod pressing up against my cock and began to go a little deeper into her ass.

"Oh god, that feels so fucking good," she said with breathless delight. "Fuck my ass, honey. Fuck it good."

I then slowly eased in the whole eight inches causing her to let out a squeal and drive the dildo deeper into her cunt. As my cock thrust forward, the dildo moved out and she was really digging the double penetration.

"Is that daddy's cock in your pussy, baby?" I asked as I continued to stuff my cock deep into her ass.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned.

"You're going to fuck him tomorrow night aren't you?" I said.

"Yes. Yes. I'm going to fuck him. I want that gigantic cock in my pussy. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste his cum!" 

As she spoke, we were both getting close to cumming. She had the dildo flying in and out of her pussy and I was riding her ass pretty hard. Finally she let loose with a scream and came hard.

I continued to fuck her ass until she reached back and pulled her big cheeks apart and said, "Now pull it out and shoot a load up inside me."

I quickly pulled my cock out and held the head up to the entrance of her now gaping asshole. I immediately fired three huge spurts of spunk up her shoot and let out a huge moan as I did.

We both collapsed on the bed after what had been to this point, the most exciting series of sexual experiences of our lives. We kissed and held each other contently and drifted off to sleep.

Saturday, I woke up to a beautiful day. My father and I got an early start while Theresa slept in. The old man was in a great mood, (as he should have been) and we got to work on the siding on the house. The side of the house we were working on overlooked the lake and had a huge deck attached to it. It really was a gorgeous morning.

Theresa got up around ten o'clock and came out of the house dressed in a t-shirt and cutoff jeans. She kissed and hugged both her father and I and said she was going into town to do a little shopping.

"I just want you boys to know that the three of us are going out tonight," she said. "I'm going into town and get something special to wear," she paused for a moment, then smiled. "I think I'll get some new lingerie, too. Since you two have seen me in just about everything I own.

"What's your favorite color, daddy," she asked.

"Uh, blue, I guess," he replied.

"Blue it is then," she said as she got in the car and drove off.

Her father's head was spinning. "How the fuck did all this shit happen?" he asked.

"I don't know. But I'm not going to question it, are you?" I said.

He thought for a moment. "No, I think we'd be smarter to sit back and enjoy it while it lasts," he said.

We worked our asses off, up and down the ladder, trimming and nailing siding all morning. It was about one o'clock and the sun was getting hot. Theresa drove up shortly after that and had three shopping bags with her.

"Did you find some nice stuff?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I think both of you will be very happy with my selections," she smirked. "It's so nice out, I'll think I'll lie out and get some sun. Will I bother you guys if I lay out here on the deck while you work?" she asked. "I got a new bathing suit," she added with a grin.

"Honey," her dad said, "You go change and come right back. It'll be nice having you around."

I knew what the old man was thinking. He was about to get another show from his little girl. Theresa was really digging her new-found sexuality and quite honestly, so was I.

About twenty minutes later, Theresa stepped out onto the deck in the tiniest pale yellow bikini I had every seen. Her huge tits were ready to burst out of the top, and her think bush gave her a noticeable bulge in the bottoms. The material was very thin and was tight against her hot body. I almost fell off the ladder when she came out of the door.

"Nice suit, there, sexy!" I said as my cock starting getting chubby. 

"Thanks!" she said with a smile, "You like it Daddy?"

He paused for a moment and then said with a grin, "I think I like it a little too much."

Theresa giggled. "Okay, get back to work, boys."

For the next hour or so, we didn't get much done, to say the least. Neither one of us could take our eyes off of Theresa's body for more than a few seconds. First she lay on her back and showed off her beautiful tits and then turned over, showing off her gorgeous ass.

Either the sun was getting hotter or the sight of Theresa's body was just making it seem hotter, but by three-thirty or so, her father and I were soaked with sweat. Theresa, too had beads of sweat rolling off of her tan, tight body.

I climbed up the ladder to nail up a piece of trim, when Theresa said, "Shit! It's hot out here. Somebody spray me with the hose."

Her father looked up at me on the ladder and I said, "Hose her down, Pops!"

He nervously went and got the hose and brought it up to the deck. He turned the nozzle on a gentle spray and sprayed his daughter's body, top to bottom. Of course, as soon as the water hit the skimpy little bikini, it became transparent on her skin. As she lay on her back, it was if she were lying there in the nude. I watched from my perch as Daddy kept the water on her, lusting over her body, staring at her huge nipples and thick black bush through the suit.

Theresa looked up at him, grinned and said softly, "Wha'cha looking at, Daddy?"

"You know exactly what I'm looking at," he said with a serious tone. "Does the water feel nice?"

Still using a sexy tone, Theresa said, "Oh yeah, but I'm still kinda hot right here." As she said that, she proceeded to lift each of her legs and throw them over the arms of the lounge chair. There was only a thin film of wet material between daddy and her magnificent bearded clam. "Spray me here, daddy. It's so hot here."

He moved the stream of the hose down and concentrated the spray on her cunt. She moaned as the water hit it, "Oh yeah, that's perfect," she said.

He continued to spray Theresa's pussy with the cool water and I could see the bulge in his pants start to take shape. He had a smile plastered on his face. Theresa reached down and pulled the bottom of the bathing suit to one side, exposing her cunt to her daddy. She moaned, "Yeah, Daddy, right there. Mmm, that feels good."

I thought he was going to pass out. There he was, staring his little girl's pussy in the face. I know how much it turned me on, but it must have been one of the biggest turn-ons he'd ever had. Her pussy glistened as the water trickled over it. She took her fingers and parted its lips, giving daddy the full view of her vagina. She lightly rubbed her finger over her clit as her father watched.

"Shit, daughter. You're making me hard," he said.

"Would you like me to take of that?" she asked with a grin.

He turned off the hose. "When?" he asked, "Right now, you mean? Right here?"

Theresa looked over at me as I was stepping off the ladder. I winked at her, giving her my approval.

"Sit down over there in that chair and take off your pants, Daddy," she said. "I'm going to take real good care of that hard-on of yours."

He moved over to the chair as she instructed. The lake was quiet today and there was no one around as her father scanned the horizon, looking for signs of onlookers.

"Nobody's going to see us, Daddy. Just my husband," she turned a glanced at me with a grin. "I think he's been wanting to see me do this for a long time now, haven't you honey?"

"Yes, ma'am," I responded. "Do me proud sweetheart. Give him your best."

Her father stood in front of the chair and took his t-shirt off. Theresa stayed in the lounge chair and watched her father undress. I took a front row seat on a bench on the other side of the deck.

He undid the snap on his jeans, unzipped the fly and pulled them down, exposing his white boxers. His cock was hard and stiff against the fabric. He paused and looked at his daughter as if to check to see if he should continue.

"Go ahead, Daddy. Take off your underwear and show me your cock," she said with a breathy tone as she sat up in her chair.

He hesitated for a minute, much like one would at the edge of a swimming pool before diving in. He then proceeded to take hold of the waistband of his shorts and pull them down to the ground.

In the dim light of our spy mission the previous night, we obviously didn't get a good view of just how large this man's penis was. It was a solid nine inches long and uncircumcised and every bit as thick as we thought we saw it to be last night. His balls were the size of kiwi fruits and were held in a scrotal sack that easily hung down six or seven inches from his groin.

His cock was stiff, but not quite rock hard yet. Perhaps the fear of being seen or the nervousness of the situation kept him from achieving a full erection. I was sure that Theresa would be able to remedy that.

As he exposed his cock to the sunlight, Theresa let out a little gasp and then stared hungrily at his huge member. She said, "Oh my god, Daddy. It's so big."

She then stood up and untied the top of her now see-through bathing suit. As she peeled the wet material from her breasts, they shined in the sunlight and contrasted sharply with the rest of her tanned body. She then pulled her bikini bottom off and walked over to where her father stood. I sat and watched as my wife put her hand around her father's neck and pulled his lips to hers and kissed him deeply. They were both standing toe-to-tow, completely nude.

He reached his hands up and rubbed her large, soft, lily white breasts and drove his tongue deeper into her mouth. As they kissed, she reached her hand down to his cock and wrapped it around its thick shaft and rubbed it, feeling its enormity. As she rubbed it, it became stiffer and stiffer, until finally it was standing straight out, fully erect.

She pulled her mouth from his and said, "Sit down, Daddy. I want to take your cock into my mouth. I want to suck you."

"Are you sure," he asked nervously.

"Yes. I'm sure she said with confidence. "I want you to put your cock in my mouth. I want to taste you."

He slowly sat back into the chair and spread his legs apart as she kneeled down in front of him and put both of her hands on his huge pipe of a dick. She gingerly pulled the foreskin back from the head and examined his prick closely, taking note of its large head, which was now turning purple and throbbing.

Before she took him into her mouth she looked up at him and asked him, "Daddy, has anyone ever done this to you before? Have you ever had a blow job before?"

"Just once, years ago, when I was in the service," he said in a nervous and breathless voice.

She continued, "You mean mom doesn't do this for you?" and with that she tilted her head forward and softly kissed the head of his massive cock with her thick, pretty lips.

"No," he whispered.

"She should. Your cock is beautiful." She then opened her mouth slightly and rubbed her moist lips all around the head, still holding the shaft with both hands. Then she licked underneath the head and slowly ran her tongue up and down the entire length of the rod.

His eyes never left his lap. He was enjoying this show more than any video he had ever seen. She then opened her mouth as wide as she could and went down about two inches on his dick, seductively moving her lips up and down and rubbing her tongue back and forth across the bottom of the head.

"Do like watching me suck you, Daddy?" she asked in her best little girl tone. "Does it feel good?"

He could barely let out a soft moaning, "yes" as she again went down on it, this time taking it another inch deeper into her mouth.

She took her right hand and began slowly jerking his cock as her other hand wandered toward his oversized nut sack. "God, your balls are so big," she marveled as she tugged the skin of his hairy scrotum with her lips. "Are they full of cum, Daddy?"

He nodded yes.

"Good, because I want to taste your sperm. I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered to him as she inserted one his balls partially in her mouth and sucked it, her other hand still stroking.

She went back to work on his knob and I could see that this wasn't going to take too much longer. (Hell, I was ready to cum and I still had my pants on!) As she put the head of his dick back into her mouth, she picked up speed with her hand, stroking him gently, but steadily.

With the head of his dick in her mouth, she looked up at him with her big brown eyes for confirmation that she was doing a good job. "Oh yes, baby. That's good," he said as he stretched his legs out in preparation for coming.

"Tell me when you're going to cum, Daddy. I don't want to miss a drop," she said, now taking command. "And tonight when we get home, I'm going to want you to put this big cock in my pussy, okay?"

"Ahh, yes baby," he groaned as she continued to jerk his cock, her tongue darting across the pee-hole of his dick.

"You wanna fuck me, Daddy? You wanna fuck your little girl?" she asked him as she was now yanking his gigantic rod at furious pace.

"Yes. I want to fuck you honey," he responded, trying to hold off his inevitable orgasm.

"Then say it! Say, 'I want to fuck you Theresa. I want to fuck my daughter,'" she demanded, as she jerked him wildly.

He was helpless. He had to admit it out loud to her as she fiercely stroked and sucked his cock. "Yes I want to fuck you Theresa! I want to fuck my daughter!"

"Then cum for me now, Daddy," she insisted. "Shoot it into my mouth. Shoot your load on my tongue. I want to swallow all of it."

Theresa stopped jerking his rod and held the head of her father's cock in front of her wide-open mouth when she felt his body tense up and he took a deep breath.

"Shit!" he yelled, as streams of thick giz shot from the head of his huge prick into his daughter's waiting mouth. Three huge blobs landed on her tongue, the fourth on her chin, as she paused to swallow the mouthful of spunk that her dad had unloaded. She quickly put the head back into her mouth and he convulsed three more times, each time squirting another spray of sperm down his little girl's throat.

When he had finished cumming, she took the head out her mouth and rubbed the jiz-covered knob all over her lips rubbing her dad's spunk — the same spunk that had spawned her many years ago — across her pretty face.

As I followed Theresa into the bedroom, she slipped off her wet bathing suit and climbed on the bed and said to me, "Fuck me now. I'm so fucking horny."

I was still hard as a rock from watching her suck her father off, so I stripped off my pants and slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy from behind. It didn't take long for both of us to cum and I blew a load deep inside of her.

"Now," she said. "I've taken care of both of you. So we won't have any premature cumming when we get home tonight."

"I'm not sure I can promise that," I laughed, "but I'll try."

I went and took my shower, Theresa's father took one downstairs and Theresa got ready for the evening while we waited for her. She really wanted to go "out."

Now there wasn't much town up here in the country, just a few honky-tonk redneck bars and a couple of diners. I wasn't sure where Theresa wanted to go, but I was sure she had an evil plan.

By six or seven, the old man and I were showered, shitted and shaved and we sat patiently for Theresa to join us for our excursion. He sat there with a stupid grin on his face.

"Are you okay, man?" I asked him. 

He must have been off into another world, because my question nearly startled him. "Yeah," he said. "I've just been thinking about the last few days."

"Yeah? And what were you thinking?" I inquired.

He hesitated a long while. I patiently waited for him to collect his thoughts.

"I don't know. I guess I've been thinking how weird this as all been. I mean, when Theresa was a teenager, of course I noticed that she was growing into a beautiful young woman. I mean, she got tits when she was thirteen and they kept growing bigger and bigger for the next ten years. I remember one time, right after her eighteenth birthday, we were in Florida on vacation and we were at the beach. Theresa had this little bathing suit on and as I looked at her and watched all of the teenage boys look at her — including her brother — I caught myself getting a hard on as I sat there looking at her.




Theresa Emerges



Poor Theresa, just divorced, cute and sweet. I had to take pity on her, but not in a pitiful way. I suppose I guessed that her slightly meek nature was by choice rather than nature, as if she chose to be that way because she could make something of it. She was quite short, but she had this amazing smile that made her look ten feet tall – maybe other people didn't notice it, but I did.

So when I found out she was getting divorced (even though, having met her husband, I thought she was doing the right thing) I felt I should at least tell her that I was there if needed. We had always shared a laugh, and although she was closer to other people we worked with, they didn't seem to know how to approach her when they found out.

So while I wasn't disappointed, I was slightly surprised when Theresa rang me up and asked if she could buy me a drink, she just needed to let off some steam. I'm not scared of cautious ale and a bit of a night out, so I asked her what she had in mind. She told me she wanted to try out a new bar and grill in town...I'd heard of it, and had been planning to get there myself, so it was perfect.

And so was Theresa. I turned up in my casual gear, and there was Theresa, all dolled up. She looked classy – her legs, almost never seen at work, were shapely, and stretched a lot further north than I thought they would. Her deep blue skirt was short, but not obscenely so, and complemented by a matching jacket. She wore black stockings and high heels, once again noticeably sexy but not overstated. All in all, the package was much more outgoing than I would have expected. 

And as for Theresa herself – her gorgeous blonde hair was just that – gorgeous. She'd always had it tied back at work, but not here. It flowed down to her shoulders, and looked fabulous against her dark clothing. The dark blue of her jacket also set off her eyes – not pale blue, not deep blue, just...blue.

I didn't make a fuss, but insisted on complimenting her on her appearance. She tried to brush it off, but it was clear she was pleased by it, so I insisted on making her accept my praise. Demurely, but with a suddenly raised eyebrow, she thanked me, and said she was happy that I appreciated the effort she had put in on my behalf.

The dinner was nice – good food, good wine, good conversation. There was even some flirting. Work relationships are discouraged; we have a few problems with "improper suggestions" and "inappropriate use of the internet"; I'm happy to enjoy such things, but plenty aren't, and I respect that. So, no naughty chat or girly pics in our office, and everybody minds their p's and q's.

So the flirting was minimal at first...but it got sillier and more suggestive as we got in to bottle of wine number two (after several drinks before them). It was mainly about people in the restaurant, and started by me when I ventured that a couple across the room probably weren't married because they were having too much fun. I'd apologised immediately, having forgotten Theresa impending divorce, but she laughed it off and said it must be so, she hadn't had as much fun as they seemed to be having in, well...ever!

The couple were getting quite intimate, and Theresa, who could see them clearly while appearing to be looking at me, gave me a blow by blow description of their activities. When she told me that he was looking down at her cleavage, I didn't believe her and surreptitiously flipped about for a look. And yep, he was staring at her breasts. Only when I said that, Theresa corrected me.

"They're not breasts baby, they're honest to god tits. Real hooters."

I agreed, apologised, and promised to be more forthright with my descriptions of women's body parts as the evening progressed. 

Which is why, when Theresa got up to go to the bathroom, I felt quite comfortable, given my slightly inebriated state, commenting on her appearance.

"Damn, but your ass is as hot as your tits."

I was sure she would take a swing at me or just walk out, but she just smiled, and sashayed away, with just one parting comment.

"Took you long enough to notice!!."

When she returned, I decided that we shouldn't beat about the bush any more.

So, are the niceties over? I really only accepted your invitation because I thought you could do with the company. But as soon as I saw you, I have to admit, I started thinking about other possibilities. And the more we drank and talked, the more I started to think "why not". So – why not?"

She looked me in the eye, and replied.

"Sweetie, I've been waiting for a man, any man, to say that to me. My husband didn't have the balls to talk to me about such things. At best he'd swing a leg over once in a while, do his thing, and roll back over. Well, I put up with his shit for too long; there are things I feel, that I want to try. He wasn't the man...I sure hope you are. That's why I invited you – because you have got the balls, to ask for, hell, to take – what's on offer."

I was extremely excited by this; I like women who are sexually aggressive – not too aggressive, but there's no reason they shouldn't be asking for and demanding the same thing that men have been asking for since time began.

"One day, I'm gonna do everything to you that is currently running through my head. But tonight is for you – you're the one who got the ball rolling, you're the one whose desires have been sadly neglected. Tonight, if it is in my power – you can have it."

She looked at me, half sheepishly, and half excitedly.

"I don't really know exactly what I want, and I certainly don't know how to ask for it. I suppose you wouldn't be interested in helping me?"

"I'd be delighted, but just remember, don't go saying you want to do something because you think it might be something I like, and certainly, don't leave anything out just because you think it might be something I dislike. If this is going to be your night, then you are going to have be strong enough to go for it – because it certainly won't come looking for you."

Actually, as I looked at her, and how damn hot she looked, I was wondering whether it hadn't already seen her and was getting ready to chat her up now...but I wasn't about to confuse the issue. Just let her be, help her as much as I can, don't think about what I would do next – that was my game plan.

We paid the dinner bill – I was certainly in no hurry, and I was hoping Theresa wasn't. My guess was she would take some time to come out of her shell. So we went up to the bar, and grabbed a bar stool each. She had to hoist herself up on the stool, offering me a nice view of her legs. She noticed me looking.

"Do you like my legs?"

"Do you like me looking?" I replied.

That seemed to do the trick. A sort of dreamy look came over her face. Suddenly I had it. The shy girl, always in baggy clothes at work, little or no make up, hair in a bun – all of a sudden, she has been unchained. No husband, a suitable chaperone to take her out and assist her with her needs.

"I think that's it. You like to be looked at, don't you? My guess if you have wanted to be watched, ogled if you like, for a long time. What excites you – that men want you, or that you can have them?"

"I don't want to have them...I want them to have me."

So that was it. She wanted to be used...probably as a result of being exploited by her husband, she had the feeling that she was worth nothing more. And yet she hadn't even been able to get satisfaction from being exploited. It was sad, but it was something that we could do something about. First, let her blow off some steam, then slowly help her realise that there was more available out there for her to enjoy. It would be time for her to stop thinking that she had to provide all the fun...but not tonight, I guessed.

"OK – but before I help you, there are a few rules. No going off with strange men to dark car parks and dingy motel rooms. There are plenty of fun people out there, but there are some sickos. You got to promise me Theresa, you will let me look after you tonight."

She nodded her head.

"Secondly, no taking any unknown substances, or accepting drinks from strange men that might be spiked."

Once again, she nodded.

"And third, please lift your skirt up so I can see what's underneath."

She looked a bit shocked by my non sequitur, and didn't act.

"If you don't want to play, that's fine, but I can guarantee you that plenty of men are going to expect a heck of a lot more from you than just that."

She nodded her head, and slowly, seductively, lifted the hem of her skirt up her legs. Lace topped stockings, naked thigh, black satin high cut panties – absolutely delightful – and I told her so.

"God, I felt so weird getting dressed up like this...I had to go out and buy the stuff today, and it took me five attempts just to have the guts to look at stockings. I was going to buy a suspender belt, but I couldn't do it, so I just grabbed the stay-ups. I couldn't look the sales girl in the eye, it was just so embarrassing."

"Theresa, don't you ever imagine that wanting to get yourself a little pleasure is something you should be embarrassed about...I know it's a foreign concept to you after what you've been through, but you'll get over it. Start getting a little ballsy, you'll have just as much fun, and have far less trouble along the way."

She smiled at me, and looked almost longingly. I think she was contemplating giving up on her fantasy and just trying to take me home. I was seriously thinking about it. But I knew that I wasn't the right guy for her long term, and I suppose she might have suddenly become attached given her fragility. Nope, best to at least try to help her break the mould.

"Are you prepared to do something a little outrageous, to get things started?"

She nodded.

"OK, that couple we were looking at before – I want you to go over, say hello, and tell them that their openness and sensuality is helping you overcome a repressed sexual fear, and that you are very thankful for that. And tell them that you find him attractive, and ask her where you can find one like that."

Once again, I thought she was going to back out. At least, that's what her face told me at first. But then I saw her eyes change their focus – she grabbed her drink off the bar. Downed it, grabbed mine, and set off across the room to the young couple in the back corner. This should be interesting, I thought.

I watched Theresa saunter over. The alcohol made her ever so slightly unsteady on her feet, but it was also clear that it was giving her some added bravado. As I looked up, I realised her intended targets were watching her too – they were the only people left in that part of the room, so it was pretty clear that she was heading their way.

She sat down at their table, and I saw her shaking hands with each other. She pointed back towards me – I waved back to acknowledge their waves – and then continued talking to her. Whatever she was saying, it seemed they were enjoying it, smiling and smirking. Shortly, the girl got up and walked over towards me. She took what had been Theresa's seat, and introduced herself as Cindy.

"Your girlfriend was keen to give my Dan a show, but she looked a little self-conscious, so I thought I'd come over and see you and give her a little space."

"She's not actually my girlfriend, but thanks for being so understanding...she needs all the confidence boosting she can get. You don't mind a strange girl just coming up and asking if she can flash your boyfriend?".

"Well, normally I mightn't like it too much, but we saw you checking us out and we wondered what your story was. And anyway, Dan likes a little flashing, and it'll only make him hornier for when we get home."

We turned to watch them. Theresa already had her skirt raised enough that Dan would obviously have a good view. He gave the thumbs up across the room to Cindy.

"Ooooh, stockings, Dan loves stockings."

I looked at her, and down to her skirt. She nodded her head, and flipped her hem just enough for me to catch the top of hers...obviously with suspenders, something she was only too happy to confirm when I asked.

As we watched, we noticed that Theresa was getting quite bold; her skirt was getting up around her waist – either she was hoping nobody else was watching, or she just didn't care!! And when she started to slide her panties down her thighs, both Cindy and I exclaimed out loud, something like "go for it."

But before anything got too out of hand, the door swung open, and a group of seven or eight came in. Theresa quickly redressed, and soon enough Cindy and Theresa had swapped back to their normal places.

I asked Theresa how it had felt – the look on her face was more eloquent than any words. She looked like she was in paradise. And things could only get better from here.

I asked her about pulling down her panties, why she had done it.

"Because he wanted to see my pussy, simple as that. And I wanted to show it to him. I wanted him to watch-fuck me – to look at me as if he was penetrating me. I could feel his eyes sliding in to my cunt, and it felt divine."

"And what about his girlfriend, I mean, she was sitting over here watching you flash her boyfriend. Did you wonder about what she was thinking, and whether she would suddenly lose the plot."

"Sort of – except he was telling me she'd be sad to miss the show."

"And how did that make you feel, knowing that a woman wanted to watch your strip show?".

"Depends, would it turn you on if I stripped for her instead?"

"Sure – but this is your night, not mine. We have plenty of time for other games if we make it through tonight. Let's go, and see what else we can get up to."

We headed out in to the night, and grabbed a cab towards the part of town with the best bars and such – the seedy end of town. We pulled up at a set of lights, and I told the driver this would be fine. I got out, and gestured for Theresa to slide over and out the same door. As she did so, her skirt rode up and I got a lovely view. She realised what was happening, but did nothing to remedy the situation.

"See, you don't have to pull your skirt up, there are so many ways you can be more subtle about it – not that you shouldn't pull your skirt up once in a while. Anyway, we need to help you get over your shyness – so let's go shopping."

As I mentioned, it was the seedy side of town, and we were outside one of the largest sex shops in town. We strolled in, Theresa displaying a lot more confidence than she must have shown when she went lingerie shopping earlier. 

We wandered up and down the aisles, looking at toys, lingerie and other sexy outfits, magazines, movies and a vast array of adult paraphernalia. The shop had a few people in it, several couples, one single woman looking about very warily, and several "dirty old men" of varying ages. We could hear a bit of noise coming from what was obviously a back room of some sort, and shortly a guy around thirty wandered out. I looked enquiringly, and he told us that it was a bachelor party, and they had hired the room for the night, complete with pornos and a stripper, who had just completed her show.

"How was she?" asked Theresa.

"Oh, cute and a great bod, but she wouldn't put out any for the boys, not even the man of the moment. Heck, there's only 7 of us, she looked like she coulda taken the lot of us".

"Seven – yeah. I do that before breakfast most days" replied Theresa.

The guy looked at her, and at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and told him to talk to Theresa. And so he invited her in, and she took me with her.

The room was dark, and had several couches. The guys were lounging around, watching porn and drinking beer. They looked like a reasonably decent bunch – not drunken loud-mouth yobbos, just a good bunch of regular guys letting their hair down.

They didn't turn to look who was coming in, obviously they assumed it was their buddy. So it took a couple of seconds before they started to realise that something was up.

Theresa paraded her way between the seats, and easily located the buck. He was probably the youngest of the lot, only mid twenties at most, and seemingly in pretty good shape. Theresa obviously felt pretty comfortable with the scene, and she sat down next to him, pushing one of the other guys out of the way. I sat at the back, away from the rest of the group...I felt like a bouncer at a bar, watching to make sure things didn't get out of hand. Well, I suppose things were going to get out of hand, but I had to make sure the limits weren't exceeded.

Theresa was leaning seductively towards the young man, letting her jacket drape open for a nice view of her cleavage. He stared out it quite openly, and she obliged his unspoken request by undoing the tow buttons that held it together at the front. It draped open, exposing her sexy black bra, and her lean stomach. She had learnt the lesson of the cab seat, and was sliding slowly forward, so that her stocking tops were visible.

She could obviously sense the other men around her, and gave them a "gather round and watch" look, which they all quickly did.

"Now, I hear you had a stripper in, but she wouldn't look after you properly. Well, I think that's just downright rude. I mean, this boy is getting married soon, he really deserves some serious action, doesn't he? And for being such good friends, you were probably thinking you deserve something for yourselves. Fortunately, there are some women who recognise that there is a time to be reserved, refined, call it what you want, and there are times when you really should just look after the men around you. I'm that sort of woman".

With that, she stood, and seductively allowed her jacket to drop from her shoulders. Her tits (they were certainly tits!!) stood up proudly in the sexy lacy encasement, and her trim waist and tight, petite body looked ever so alluring. Next, she started to slowly undo the zip on her skirt, reaching the bottom in a teasingly slow time. A quick shimmy, and it dropped to the floor. She picked up both her items of clothing, and brought them over to me, before heading back to her waiting audience.

'Don't you think it's disgusting of me, getting all undressed and feeling so aroused in from of a group of complete strangers. I mean, how naughty am I, how cheap and nasty. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, what do you think?"

The guy who had first invited Theresa in picked it up first.

"Yes, you're a filthy girl, but you'll just have to do it because we insist. You might think you're a nice girl, but we know you're not, and you'll do as you're told from now on."

Theresa flushed with excitement.

"Do I have to? I don't want you to think I'm a slut, that I just want to be fucked by strange men, that I'm going to let you fill my cunt with your hot sticky cum. I'm sure I'm not that sort of girl."

Each of the guys made a comment, all of them based around how they had no doubt that Theresa was the filthy slut she denied being, how she should stop whinging and get on with doing what she had to do. There were lots of suggestions at first, but soon it came down to just one. Theresa was ordered to suck the buck's cock.

She protested, but the instructions were clear, and so she leant over him, sticking her arse in the air so that everybody got a good look, and started to unzip her quarry's pants. Her hands snuck in to his underwear, and soon his long cock sprung free, just inches from her lips. To the various cry of "suck him, slut" and "eat his meat, whore", she descended on his hard cock, taking him deep in to her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she hungrily devoured him. The cries died down for a moment, but as soon as she surfaced and once again tried to protest her innocence, they began again with added vigour. 

To add to the scene, the young buck stood up – with Theresa kneeling in front of him, he started to fuck her mouth, sliding his cock in and out as she tried to handle the length filling her mouth and in to her throat. She was doing a commendable job, and before too long, it was clear that she was going to win the battle...his arse tensed up, and after a particularly deep thrust in to her face, he pulled his cock, and furiously jerked it as his cum came spurting out, all over Theresa's face, neck, and tits.




Theresa Relieves Kenny



Kenny was getting dressed to go out with Anna-Marie. They had been dating for several months and he was starting to develop serious feelings for her. He'd even thought that she could one day be "the one." She was fun to be around, she was kind and considerate. He could tell by the way she treated his nieces and nephews that she would one day, probably make an excellent mother.

The problem was, after nearly twelve weeks and countless dates, Anna-Marie refused to let Kenny consummate their relationship. Sure, she loved making out and they spent many an evening parked in a secluded spot, kissing and exchanging some "heavy petting," but that would be the extent of it. 

Kenny had yet to even have his hand in her shirt, much less down her pants. And the frequent make-out sessions were making it more and more difficult to resist ripping he clothes off and taking her against her will. 

"For crying out loud, we are both 20-years-old!" he would think. Surely, they were old enough to advance their relationship to something more intimate. 

But Anna-Marie was raised a good Catholic girl. She had promised herself and her god that she would remain a virgin until her wedding night. She loved Kenny, but she had made the rules very clear on their first date, nothing more than kissing. She had already gone too far allowing Kenny to rub her breasts through her shirt. 

But for tonight's date, Kenny hopes were high. He wanted so badly to touch the flesh of Anna-Marie's tiny tits, to kiss and suck the hard nipples that he had felt through her t-shirt and bra. 

But more than anything he wanted Anna-Marie to make him cum. These three and four-hour make out sessions left him a stiff, aching boner. After dropping her home, he would need to race home afterward to get to the bathroom to beat off for relief. Sometimes, he was unable to wait and had to pull off to the side of the road to masturbate. 

This arrangement was just not getting it done for him. He needed his girlfriend to grab hold of his cock and jerk it, maybe even put it in her mouth and let him explode all over her. 

Part of him knew that was never going to happen until they got married one day, but the more hormonally charged part of him dreamt that one day soon, he could strip her naked, climb on top of her skinny body and fuck her in a dozen different directions.

Of course, if Anna-Marie had any idea that these thoughts were running through his mind, she would put an end to their relationship. She could never be with anyone so wicked and perverted.

Kenny finished buttoning his shirt and making sure his hair was perfectly combed for his date. His beard was neatly trimmed, (just the way Anna-Marie liked it) and he splashed on a drop or two of cologne, hoping maybe the scent might somehow magically intoxicate her into giving into his desires.

He walked downstairs to the bottom floor of the split-level home where he lived with his mom, dad and his younger brother and sister. As he reached the bottom floor, which led to the door out to the driveway, he passed his sister Theresa's room.

"My goodness," his sister yelled to him, "don't you look pretty tonight? Somebody's working awfully hard to get lucky." She then cackled with a smile. 

"Yeah, I wouldn't bet on that," he replied in the saddest face he could muster.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Theresa asked. "Saint Anna-Marie not blessing you with her heavenly body?" With that, she let out a louder laugh in the direction of her older brother.

Now when it came to heavenly bodies, Kenny's sister cornered that market. She was a lovely Italian-American with thick, dark brown hair, a stunning face accented with chocolate brown eyes, thick lips and high cheekbones. Her body was the exact opposite of Anna-Marie's. Her breasts were huge, at least at 38D and her waist was thin. This made her wide hips even more voluptuous and her longs legs as sexy as you could ask for. 

She was tanned and toned and was never without a boyfriend. And while he never bothered to confirm any of the scuttlebutt he had heard, Kenny had it on good authority that Theresa's (many) boyfriends always seemed very satisfied after exploring all of the wonders her body could offer a man.

To Kenny, at the moment of course, she was just his 18-year-old sister and now she was giving him shit that he didn't really appreciate.

"Enough trash-talking about my girlfriend," he shot back at her sternly. "She's a good girl and we're just taking our time."

Theresa laughed back, "Yeah, but I know you. You're like all the other boys, eventually you're going to get tired of 'taking your time.' How far are you getting? Has she let you suck on those tiny titties of hers yet?"

Kenny paused for way too long with his reply.

"What the hell is she doing? Is she just sucking face with you for three hours and then cutting you off?" she asked incredulously. 

"Yeah, pretty much," muttered Kenny.

"Jesus, that sucks. I don't know how you've put up with that for as long as you have," she said. "I know you're no virgin and you're not that religious. But honestly Kenny, is that scrawny little bitch really worth the wait?"

Kenny was pissed; he said nothing and turned and walked out of the room, down the hall and out the door to the driveway. As he pulled out he spun the tires of his car in a display of frustration and disgust. 

Maybe Theresa was right. Maybe Anna-Marie really was just a cock-tease. What if he waited another year or two and married her, only to find out that they were sexually incompatible? What if even after marriage, she turned out to be a prude and was unwilling or unable to satisfy him? As he drove to pick up Anna-Marie at her father's house, his mind tumbled with thoughts of doubt about their future. 

Tonight was going to have to be a turning point in their relationship. He could not seriously consider asking this woman to marry him if she was reasonably willing to give in to his desires. He didn't need to take her virginity, he just wanted to touch her and caress her skin. He needed her to hold his manhood in her hands and relieve him of the sexual pressure that had been building up inside of him.

When Kenny got to Anna-Marie's, he did his best to carry out the usual small-talk routine with her father. He was a nice enough guy, but very strict and quite the stiff. 

Anna-Marie came down the stairs and to no one's surprise, looked every bit the innocent virgin: White blouse with a navy blue cardigan sweater and a conservative (not-too-short) flower-print skirt and a pair of black flats. Her short curly brown hair and lightly freckled face looked sweet and pure. 

Suddenly, in his mind, Kenny couldn't help but picture what her pretty face would look like covered with his sperm and his dripping cock stuffed into her mouth. These were visions that would normally only come to him at the end of the night, after she had got him so worked up that he had to beat off.

They left for the restaurant and Kenny was so preoccupied that he barely uttered a word. Halfway there, Anna-Marie detected that something was wrong. Kenny was usually very talkative, but tonight something was definitely bothering him. But she decided to not push it, hoping that he would cheer up once they sat down for dinner.

But Kenny's mood didn't change during dinner. He barely said a word and kept watering the seed that his sister so casually, yet so calculatingly planted in his mind. After they had finished eating, she could no longer stand the wall of silence that he had built over the course of the evening.

"Kenny, are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just aggravated with Theresa," he said, she can be so rude sometimes."

"Well, you know I don't know her very well, but based on some of the stories I've heard, rude is just the beginning with her," said Anna-Marie, somewhat indignantly. "Did she say or do something? I've never seen you like this."

"Nah, don't worry about it," she was just being a smart ass like always. Sister-shit. I'll get over it. I always do with her. What stories have you heard about her anyway?"

"I just heard that she runs with a rough crowd and hangs around a lot of college boys that aren't known for their manners. I heard that she's pretty friendly with the boys."

"She's got plenty to be friendly with," Kenny snapped back. "She's a very attractive girl. Besides most of those rumors are just that—rumors."

"If you say so. But enough about that, what would make you feel better? Would you like to go on to the movies or would you like to go park and talk a little while?" she said with the most devious grin a good Christian girl could muster.

"I think we probably need to talk," replied Kenny. "And tonight I need the kind of 'talk' that will relax me. I'm obviously feeling a little tense."

She giggled, completely oblivious to his insinuation, "Well, go on and pay the check and let's go."

"Yeah, sure, pay the fucking check," he thought to himself. "Then we can go park so I can give you a raging hard on and then leave you alone to deal with it."

He paid the tab and as the sun set, they headed out to Saddle River Park, which was their normal make-out spot. Kenny parked the car and turned off the ignition and tilted his seat back a few degrees.

Anna-Marie reached over and put her hand to his cheek and asked, "Now what can I do to help you feel better and ease your mind?"

"You can start by kissing me," said Kenny, looking down at he sexy thin legs as her skirt began riding up.

She leaned over further and placed her lips to his. He kissed her hard, more aggressively than normal. It didn't go unnoticed. She may have been naïve, but she sensed that he was very hungry for her, much more than usual. She began to silently pray that he would relax and asked God for the strength to protect her vow to him.

They kissed for nearly ten minutes, Kenny shoving his tongue deep into her mouth and caressing her small breasts over the top of her shirt. The feel of her body tonight was more irresistible than ever. He had finally come to the realization that the only way he would ever have her was to take her.

His cock throbbed in the crotch of his tight khakis and he took her hand and moved it onto the gigantic bulge in his pants.

"Oh my, gosh," uttered Anna-Marie. "You are so hard." And with that, she began to reciprocate his aggressive, violent kissing. 

Kenny decided to make his big move and quickly slid his hand up Anna-Marie's skirt and began rubbing her between her legs. It was the first time that he had ever come this close to touching her pussy and as he massaged her with his fingers he noticed that her cotton panties were soaking wet. 

He saw this a sign—the turning point that he had hoped for. She continued to rub the massive bulge in his pants and he felt as if he could cum at any second. He needed to feel her hand wrapped around his cock. He needed to show her his thick, hard manhood now.

Kenny reached down and began to undo his belt. Annie-Marie was shocked and immediately pulled her hand away and leaned back from him.

"What are you doing?" she cried before he could get the top button of his khakis undone. She looked horrified.

He looked back at her, his face full of wanton desperation and desire, "I want you to touch it. I need you to touch it!"

"Well that's not going to happen, Kenny," she said sternly. "I told you that there were lines we simply could not cross. What has gotten into you today? Does this have anything to do with what your sister said? What on earth has you so angry?"

"She made a wise remark about our relationship, that's all. It just struck a nerve."

"Our relationship?" asked Anna-Marie, very surprised.

"Yeah, she was busting my chops about us not having sex yet," he replied, knowing that he had just opened the lid on Pandora's box even further.

Anna Marie was incensed. "What business is it of hers whether or not we have had sex?" she shrieked. "Your sister is a whore Kenny! She will let guys do anything to her."

"For that matter, why on earth were you discussing sex with your sister. What are you, some kind of freak? Go home and ask her to jerk you off. I'm sure she would," she screamed with angry sarcasm. 

"I just want you so badly," he explained. "If find you so attractive and sexy and when we kiss like this it makes me want to go further with you."

"Well, if that's that case then the kissing needs to come to a halt," she said firmly. "And quite frankly, I'm not so sure that I want to even be with a man that discusses sex with his sister. That's sinful and disgusting. Take me home, now!"

Kenny knew that he had probably dropped Anna-Marie off at her house for the last time. He had wanted her so badly. He needed to feel her touch. But there was no way both of them could be satisfied with the current relationship. Most assuredly, she would say something to her father about this and there was no telling what kind of grief would come from that.

He drove around several hours that evening, defeated and depressed and still horribly sexually frustrated. He thought of pulling over and jacking off to get some relief. It had been over two weeks since he had cum. He was so sure that tonight would be "the night" for he and Anna-Marie that he wanted to be full of spunk and impress her with a huge explosion of his manhood.

He finally pulled into the driveway and reached the back door to the house at about 1 AM. He let himself in with his key as he walked past his sister's room he noticed that the door was cracked and the TV was on. 

He put his head to the door and said softly, "Hey Tree, you still awake?" Tree had been his nickname for has sister as long as he could remember.

"Yeah, I just finished watching a movie," she replied, "You can come in."

She reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp and as she did, Kenny could see that all that she was wearing was a pair of tiny pale yellow bikini panties and very tight t-shirt with the words, "Daddy's Little Princess" stretched across her gigantic jugs. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.

"Great," thought Kenny, "After all this, I come home to a half-naked teenage girl with a gigantic rack. I can't catch a fucking break."

He struggled to keep those thoughts out of his head as he sat down in the chair across from his sister's bed. She leaned back on a pillow, on top of the covers and Kenny could not resist looking at her long, tan legs as well as the space between them. Her tiny panties did little to conceal her neatly trimmed mound. Her manicured patch of dark brown pubic hair was clearly visible through the sheer light yellow material.

Kenny wasn't sure if his sister was purposefully letting him see her like this or if she simply didn't give a shit if he saw her or not. She always walked around the house in a t-shirt and panties, but he never really paid much attention. 

But tonight, considering what Anna-Maries had said about his sister's promiscuity, the evening's events and the condition he was in, he carefully studied everything that she allowed him see. The sight of her sitting there rekindled the stirring in his trousers and he could feel himself beginning to grow stiff again.

Theresa immediately took note of his bulge. 

"You were gone so long, I was sure that you your sweetheart had finally got down to business," she said. "But from the looks of that mound in your pants, I'm guessing that she only took you halfway there again. Am I right?"

Kenny was embarrassed. He muttered a yeah and then let out a deep sigh.

"Aw, poor thing," said his sister, as she shifted her legs, now sitting criss-cross, giving her brother a better view of the crotch of her mostly transparent panties. Kenny could clearly see the outline of his sister's pussy lips through the material.

"From the looks of it, she took you pretty far. There's a couple of tell-tale spots on the front of your pants," Theresa said, pointing out the evidence of some pre-cum leakage from earlier in the evening. She was now paying very close attention to the swelling in her brother's crotch. She began to wonder how big he might actually be. Theresa was very much the size queen. She dated several boys in high school that were infamous for their large members. She couldn't resist a big cock—even if it belonged to her brother.

Kenny's mind was racing and he was beside himself. He began to tell her everything. He had nothing to hide. Maybe his sister could offer some advice. He was desperate for some relief. Maybe Anna-Marie was right about that too. Maybe Theresa would be willing to give him the physical relief he needed so badly.

"It was getting very hot and heavy and she was rubbing my cock through my pants," he told her. 

This immediately got Theresa's attention. Nobody got turned on more by a dirty story than Kenny's sister. She leaned forward in delight, allowing the heel of her foot to rub up against her clit as she listened.

"So did you have you hands on her?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes, I had slid my hand up her skirt and was rubbing her through her panties," he told her and as he did, he felt his dick get even harder. There was really no way to hide his hard on any longer, so he sat back and spread his legs apart to give his growing cock some much needed room and to give his sister a better view of his package.

"Mmm, was she wet?" asked Theresa, now with her eyes glued to front of her brother's pants, which were beginning to show another spot of moisture.

"Yes, she was very wet," he answered and then he looked at her and asked, "Is this making you wet?"

She grinned at her brother with only a little embarrassment. "Yes, I just love to hear nasty stories. Sorry if it creeps you out, it's just so hot that my big brother was able to make the sweet little Catholic princess's pussy wet." 

As she spoke, she got up from the bed and went over and closed her bedroom door. She was sure that everyone had been asleep for hours, but there was no sense taking chances. She wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen, but her desire was growing rapidly and her pussy was soaking wet. Her immediate objective was to get a good look at her brother's gigantic dick.

Instead of going back to the bed, she knelt down at Kenny's feet as he leaned back in the chair. She folded her hands and placed them on his knee and as he watched her gaze at the huge bulge in his pants, he began to sense that she was very willing to do what Anna-Marie wasn't.

"So, what happened then?" she asked as she moved her hand up her brother's thigh and began massaging his cock through his pants. "She was rubbing you like this, right?"

This sent a shiver down Kenny's spine and he did his best to answer her. He glanced down and noticed that that Theresa's free hand was down her panties, giving her wet twat a good fingering.

"Yes, that's exactly what she was doing and it was driving me crazy," he said. "So I started to undo my pants and that's when she completely freaked out!"

"Aw, Kenny honey, I can't believe she got so upset" sympathized the little sister. "Tell me why you wanted to take it out of your pants. Did you want her to see how big and hard it was?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted," Kenny answered, breathlessly. 

His sister then looked straight into his eyes and said, "You can take it out for me. I want to see it Kenny."

"Are you sure," He asked. Theresa nodded with great anticipation at the prospect of seeing her brother's undoubtedly enormous penis.

Kenny began undoing his pants, just as he did in the car with Anna-Marie. Only this time the woman with him was his little sister and she wanted to see it in all its glory. He unbuttoned his trousers and lowered the zipper of his fly. He then stood up and stepped out of his shoes and let his pants fall to the floor. The gigantic pole in his now very damp briefs was directly in front of his little sister's face as she knelt before him.




Theresa Relieves Kenny



Without much hesitation he pulled down his underwear and exposed his rigid penis to his sister. He sat back down in the chair and leaned back and spread his legs. She responded by moving in between his legs, still on her knees. She leaned in to examine him closely.

His cock was roughly eight inches long and was very, very thick. Theresa thought that his circumference was that of a Red Bull can, which, by the way she had had inside of her a time or two, so she knew how satisfying a dick that thick could be.

Her eyes wandered across the bulbous purple head of her brother's engorged cock and she examined every vein in the shaft, doing her best to resist the urge to touch it. She wanted to make him wait just a little longer for that. Kenny held it up by the base of the shaft and let her get a good look at its length and girth. He was beautifully circumcised and his pubic hair was shaved completely clean.

"Oh my god, Kenny, you have a gorgeous cock!" she said, in an almost fascinated tone. "It's so hard and thick. It needs to be stroked doesn't it."

Kenny nodded and sighed, "Fuck, yes." 

"Can I touch it? Let me make you cum."

"Oh god yes. I need it so badly," he said. "It's been weeks."

She reached up and wrapped her hand around the shaft of her brother's massive rod and began to stroke it up and down. It was so very hot to the touch and it was as firm as any cock she'd ever held.

As she slowly stroked it, she squeezed a large drop of pre-cum from his pee-hole and when she saw it, she looked up at him and he nodded, knowing exactly what she wanted to do.

She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue across the spongy thick head of his dick and licked the dribble of semen from its tip, smacking her lips as she did. Then she wasted no time as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the massive head of her brother's cock.

"Oh god," moaned Kenny. "That feels so good. I've needed that so badly."

She removed his dick from her mouth and between licks up and down his thick shaft, she said, "You waited so long for that little prude to give this cock the attention it deserved. She can worship her god all she wants. I'm going to worship your beautiful cock. I'm yours tonight, my sweet brother."

And with that she began to rub his dick across her face, feeling its hot shaft and head rub across her cheeks, chin, nose and forehead. Theresa was giving Kenny's cock the royal treatment.

She paused for a moment and reached over into her dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. 

"Even if that little Saint Bitch had been woman enough to take care of your cock, there's one thing she'd never be able to do to it," she said and then promptly striped off her tight t-shirt exposing the largest natural breasts that Kenny had every laid eyes on.

Theresa's tits were huge and her dark tan contrasted with them so much that they appeared as white as snow. She had large dark pink nipples and she opened the lubricant and began pouring it on and in between her enormous jugs.

"She never could have ever titty-fucked you," she took him by the hand and she jumped up on the bed and lied down on her back.

"Now climb up here and fuck the shit out of my tits," she demanded. He didn't hesitate for a moment as he straddled her torso just below her arms. He laid his throbbing piece of meat in between her boobs as she squeezed them tightly around him. His cock disappeared in between her gigantic tits and he began to slowly slide his was way back and forth.

Theresa's breasts were so soft and so big that they felt incredible wrapped around his dick. He never imagined that anything like this would ever happen, but here he was, titty-fucking his own sister.

As Theresa sensed that Kenny's mind might be wandering a little, she immediately regained control of the situation by talking dirty. She was very good at it and she prided herself in almost being able to make a man cum simply by talking to him.

"Oh god, Kenny, pump that giant cock of yours between my tits," she said in rhythm with his stroking. She tightened the grip on his rod by squeezing her tits together with her hands.

"How long have you wanted this Kenny? How long have you wanted to see my naked tits? To stick you big cock in between them?"

Kenny could barely utter an answer, but he breathlessly confessed, "It seems like forever."

She leaned her head up and took the tip of his cock into his mouth, licking and sucking the sticky juice that was now flowing steadily from the slit. 

"Oh shit, your cum is so delicious, I could drink it from a cup," she said in her sluttiest tone. "What do want next, Kenny? You want a taste of your sister's pussy?"

He didn't even answer her. In almost one move, he jumped off of her and tore her panties off exposing her soaking wet, bright pink cunt. He put a hand on each of her thighs and spread he legs as far apart as he could and buried his face into his sister's juicy pussy. He used his tongue to lick every fold and crevice of her vagina, sticking it as deep into her hole as it would go, wanting to experience every taste of her. 

He then focused on her clit and within seconds she began to thrash wildly on the bed in a fit of multiple orgasms. Her vaginal juices poured out of her, covering her brother's face and neck, leaving him soaking wet and dripping in her cum.

Kenny then rose up and rolled his sister over onto her stomach. He lifted her big, shapely ass into the air so she was in the perfect doggie position. Her cum was still flowing down her legs and Kenny positioned himself directly behind her and slid his cock into his sister's soaking pussy. 

Despite being soaking wet, she was incredibly tight. His thick, long rod filled her as he pushed into her as deeply as he could, bottoming out on several thrusts. Theresa screamed in orgasmic delight into a pillow, hoping not to wake their parents or their 16-year-old brother that slept in the room directly above hers.

Kenny continued to fuck his sister and she continued to egg him on with her slutty talk.

"Oh Jesus, fuck me, big brother. Fuck me with that big horse cock," she moaned. As she spoke, he continued to bang her harder. His balls were slapping against her clit and she continued with her filthy talk.

"Oh yeah baby, spread my ass cheeks apart. See anyplace else you like to stick that big dick of yours?"

Kenny almost fainted. Not only was he fucking the hell out of his sister's cunt, now she was inviting him to fuck her in the ass.

"C'mon, Kenny. Little Miss Good Girl would never let you do that. C'mon baby, fuck your little sister's ass. Fuck it hard."

He pulled his rock hard dick out of her sloppy cunt and then began to rub it around the rim of her anus. Theresa reached back, squirted some lube down the crack of her ass and then with both hands, spread her cheeks apart and lustfully said, "Slide it in, nice and deep."

He was happy to oblige. He placed he head of his dick against her asshole and slowly wiggled it in. She began to moan loudly as he slowly shoved his thick meatpole deeper and deeper into her asshole. 

He then began to buttfuck her slowly and she reached orgasm within minutes. As he slowly moved his gigantic dick in and out of his sister's butt, she whispered to him in complete exhaustion, "So where you gonna dump that two weeks worth of cum you've been saving up? You're choice, big brother. I'm here to please you."

He was aching to cum and he knew exactly how he wanted to give it to her. The same way he would have given it to Anna-Marie, had she been woman enough to take it.

He slowly pulled his dick out of his sister's ass and took a good look at her widely stretched, gaping anus. He told her to get on the floor and get on her knees.

She did as she was told. Her hair a mess, her eyeliner smeared. She had fucked him like a whore and she was beginning to look like one. He stood above her and held his throbbing cock out in front of her face. She looked up at it and then and him and smiled, "I was hoping that's what you we're going to want."

To Kenny's amazement, his little sister opened her mouth wide and waited for him to put his cock in her mouth—the cock that he had just shoved eight inches up into her ass. 

"C'mon Kenny. Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum. I want to taste everywhere your cock has been." 

She wanted to be treated like a whore, so Kenny put his cock up to his sister's lips and slid it into her mouth. She began to suck the head ravenously. As she did he gripped his shaft and began stroking.

This wasn't going to take long at all. He was on the verge of erupting. Theresa opened her mouth and ran her tongue around the rim of the head and whispered, "Cum all over me. Cover all over your little sister's face with your hot sperm."

With that, his balls contracted and his every muscle in his body tightened. His cock then began to violently shoot thick ropes of white sticky jizz. The first three went directly into his sister's mouth. As she swallowed what she could, the next few spurts splashed across her lips, nose and chin and began to run down her neck.

He lifted his cock slightly up and blew three or four spurts from her cheeks to her forehead leaving thick gooey drops in her dark brown hair. She looked up at him with her cum-covered face and squeezed the last few drops of jizz into her hungry mouth. 

She then placed his gigantic head into her mouth one more time and sucked it clean. As she did, she looked deeply and lovingly into her brother's eyes, taking extreme delight in the notion that she had satisfied him in ways no other woman ever would or ever could.



Theresa Shakes It For The Guys



Theresa sighed with resignation. She had to once again get back up on the little stage in this small redneck bar and shake her ballooning 8 month pregnant body at them. She had been totally shocked the past few weeks to see just how many men were turned on by the sight of a pregnant woman stripping. Her hormones were raging and she had been flattered by the shouts, touches and most of all the tips. She was getting so huge now though that it was becoming more and more difficult to do some of the squats, bending over deeply to show them her pussy and ass from behind. As the music began she entered the stage to what one would call polite applause. Dancing to the first song was never difficult, it was mostly moving around the stage in exaggerated motions, grinning and winking at all the men and starting the disrobing process. On the second song she completed removing her top and there was an audible gasp as her gigantic milk filled tits came into view as well as her swelling belly. She dropped her skirt and her g-string accidentally went too. She was now dancing totally nude on just the 2nd song. She realized she would have to crank it up a few notches on the 3rd song or she would be really short on tips.

Danny, Theresa's boyfriend, had taken off as soon as he found out she was pregnant which was why she was still working, saving a little at a time for the day when she would not be able to work.

The 3rd song started and Theresa began to dance. She had never been one of the dancers who danced in a raunchy manner but this was going to have to be different.

Dave was watching from about mid way back in the room. His cock was getting hard and his pulse had increased. No one could tell of course that seeing a pregnant chick was his ultimate turn-on. To see one dance like this was hard to believe. When the guy at the adult book store told him about it as he was buying a pregnant porno he at first did not believe him. Now of course he knew it was true. 

Theresa began playing with her breasts something that she didn't regularly do. She was surprised at how sensitive her nipples had become. As she manipulated them she glanced at the faces of the men

(and 2 ladies) watching her. It was the usual group of tired looking old men, horny young men and an assortment of men she would usually refer to as perverts. She noticed one middle aged guy who did not fit the mold. He was pleasant looking and appeared what she would call respectful. 

Theresa put her hands beneath her breasts and began to move them up and down as she walked around the stage, startled that she could feel drops of what must be milk dripping onto her protruding belly. 

She stopped at the center of the stage and quickly rotated her body, shaking her tits all over her chest.

She could see that as she did this her milk was flying in drops to both the left and right of her. A cheer went up from the audience and she realized that this was just not polite applause and enthusiasm, they really were hot to see this pregnant lady show off her voluptuous body.

Theresa had also rarely showed off her pussy or ass as far as spreading them and doing things that she considered as dirty.

She now turned and shook her ass at the crowd who were becoming enthusiastic. She worked her way around the stage stopping occasionally to quickly shake her booty at them. She moved once again to the center of the stage and gave them a one handed cheek pull, exhibiting her anus. The crowd roared and whistled. Wadded up dollar bills, fives and even a few tens cascaded onto the stage. Erin, their stage manager gathered them up quickly for her. She turned to her audience and located the man she had noticed before. Dave's eyes seemed to be boring holes right into her. She did something she hadn't even thought about. She grabbed her tits and squeezed firmly at which point milk shot out of her huge nipples to an area at her feet. The crowd went crazy. With each new move and the way it was accepted by the crowd she became even braver. She was also getting turned on. She looked down at her right breast, grasped it with both hands and pulled it upward,and sticking her tongue out she managed to lick it, tasting the milk oozing out. She was surprised how good it tasted. She moved her head lower and managed to begin suckling her own breast. She squeezed, sucked and swallowed the rich fluid. The crowd was now bombarding the stage with crumpled bills. She let go of her tits and walked over to a short stool that one of the other dancers had used, moving it to the middle of the stage. She put her right foot on it, opening herself up to the audience. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy open, something she had never done before. She began by rubbing her clit, slowly, pulling fluid from her now juicing pussy up to lubricate her clit. As she began to rhythmically rub her pearl she gazed around the room. There he was. That same man again. He was looking at her in a different way from all the others. She locked eyes with him and continued to rub her clit. She picked up the pace feeling the stirrings of an orgasm. The room was deathly quiet. As she rubbed faster she continued to look into the eyes of the handsome middle aged man. She removed her foot from the stool, edging to her left then partially squatted. She was still opened up to them but it appeared a bit more raunchy. It was at this point that she realized that though she could get close she could not actually orgasm on the stage. She quickly went into acting mode and faked a tremendous orgasm. As she did so she glanced again at the guy and noted that his eyes were glittering with lust but yet he had a respectful appearance, as if she had nothing to fear from him. 

Theresa finished her dance to thunderous applause and whistling. She looked for her "guy" and was disappointed to see that he had apparently left.

Theresa and the other 5 girls generally danced a total of three times on a given night. On a really big night she might dance an extra set. She would realize a total of about $ 200 from each set of three dances. 

Tonight she had no way of knowing how much she made on each set but the total handed to her was 

over $ 1100 and when Erin handed her the money he said that he thought about 80% of it came from her last set.

This was a week night and though it was only 11:30, tonight's dancing had reached its conclusion. Theresa gathered up a towel and some other of her items from near the stage and headed for the dancer's dressing room.

As she entered the dressing room to change she looked out the window and noticed that it was snowing which was not that common in this part of West Virginia. She hoped that the fact that it was snowing would not prevent her sister from coming to pick her up. After she dressed she went to the lounge to wait for her ride and noticed that her "admirer" from the stage area was sitting alone at a table in the corner and was drinking a soft drink. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She wasn't really sure what made her do so but she approached his table.

" Hi there, mind if I sit down?" Theresa inquired of the stranger.

"Of course not Theresa," Dave replied, " please sit, let me buy you a soft drink."

"That's nice of you but how do you know I don't want something a little stronger," she asked with a smile.

"Well, a lady who is pregnant shouldn't be drinking anything stronger than Coke or Pepsi, and the name by the way is Dave."

Theresa stared at her new friend for a few seconds, then spoke.

"You sir, are a very nice man, Theresa said, "what you said is very considerate and responsible. Thank you, and I'll have a diet Pepsi."

Dave smiled and ordered the diet drink for Theresa.

"So," Theresa said with a smile, " bet you don't think much of an expectant mother who dances in a place like this."

"No," Dave said slowly," I don't make judgments like that Theresa. I figure you're doing this to support yourself and maybe your husband and children too. "

"One problem Dave," Theresa said as her soft drink arrived, " there are no children -- yet. There also is no husband. The man responsible for the child I'm carrying decided he wasn't ready to be a father and took off. I don't even know where he is."

"Sorry Theresa," Dave said with a seriousness in his voice, " you've got a rough situation, that's exactly why I don't judge people. You should never draw any conclusions if you don't know a person's exact situation."

Theresa once again smiled at this handsome older man.

"You are a very special person Dave," she said, " I kinda thought that just by looking at you. "

"So do you usually hang around after your dances are over? " Dave asked.

"No it's not that at all," Theresa replied, " I don't have a car so I have to wait until my sister can manage to come and pick me up. She lives in the other half of the duplex where I live."

"Oh OK," Dave said, " it wasn't really any of my business, guess I was just curious."

"That's OK," you're a very nice person Dave, " I know you're not making a pass at me. I'm sure the last thing you would be attracted to is a big old preggo. My friends by the way call me Terry."

"Fine Terry," Dave replied, " and I think you might be surprised how many men feel that a pregnant woman is just about as sexy as anyone gets."

"Does that include you Dave, "Terry asked with a smile.

"Yes Terry, it does," he said.

Just then Terry's cellphone rang. She answered and immediately her face showed concern.

"What are you saying Bonnie," he heard her say, " I can't stay here! I know Bonnie, I understand but don't you have someone you could borrow a car from or something. Okay, I'll figure out something. "

After she finished she folded her phone and sat looking at the wall.

"Bad news Terry? " Dave asked with concern.

"Yes, you could say so," she replied. " She said that my brother took their car to go to work because his truck wouldn't start. I can't chew her out, she really goes out of her way to take me to and from work."

"OK," Dave said, " I'll take you home."

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that," she said, " it's almost 30 miles away."

"I couldn't care less," Dave replied.

Just then one of the dancers named Sheila passed by their table.

"How you gonna get home girl," Sheila said to Terry. "Have you looked out? It's really coming down out there. Too bad it's not close to Christmas."

Terry and Dave both got up and walked to the front door where they could look out. It was indeed snowing hard and a bystander told them that there had been a bad accident on nearby I-64 and the road was closed.

"Well," said Theresa," looks like I'm in a real pickle doesn't it?"

"Look Terry," Dave said, " I think you know that I don't have any bad intentions. I'm staying at the Sleep Inn on the other side of the interstate. Let me put you up for the night. No funny business. You need to get your rest."

"I'm pretty sure I can trust you Dave," she said, " but I can sleep in a chair back in the dressing area."

"No way," Dave said sternly, " no pregnant lady is going to sleep in a chair if I have anything to do with it."

"I don't know," Theresa said with a giggle," I'm not sure I trust me."

They both had a laugh out of her last remark and then Terry said she was reluctantly going to accept his valiant offer.

On the way to the motel Dave had to take it easy, even with his all wheel drive it was a little bit of a white knuckle drive. Finally they arrived at his motel.

"Look Terry," he said, " there is only one bed but it is a king sized. I'll stay way over on one side and you can stay way over on the other."

They both snickered at the thought as they exited his vehicle and entered Dave's room.

"Oh wow," Terry said," sure feels good in here."

"You can say that again young lady, it really feels like winter out there," Dave countered.

"Boy would I like to take a nice hot shower about now," Terry said.

"Well hell, it's right in there," Dave said, pointing to the bathroom door.

"Thanks Dave," Terry said with a smile, " but I'm a little sweaty as you can imagine," she said with a wink," and I don't want to get nice and clean and then put these clothes back on."

"Ah, c'mon Terry," Dave said," I've got extra clean shirts and as big a guy as I am I'm sure they would

fit, and I can't believe I just said that to a pretty young lady. I've got clean underwear too but you'd have to wear boxers if that's OK."

"That's OK Dave," Terry replied with a giggle, "I know I've got this belly stickin out in front of me. 

Tell you what, I think I'll take you up on the hot shower and the shirt but if the shirt's long enough I just might skip the boxers."

"OK girl, you're on," Dave said, " I've got one with long tails that I'm sure will work just fine."

Terry took a long, leisurely hot shower including the washing of her hair. She again noticed the flow of milk from her big breasts. She also noticed that she was pretty horny but that was the result of her dancing.

After drying off with a big fluffy towel she tried on the shirt and realized that it extended almost to her knees. It was going to work just fine. She left the bath to discover that Dave had gotten them some snacks and soft drinks from the vending machines. It was about midnight at this time and Terry realized that she was a little hungry. 

Dave let her know that he had already consumed a package of cheese crackers and was now drinking a soda. He told her that all the rest of the snacks were hers if she wished.

"Good lord man," she said, " I'm not that big a pig."

"Oh I didn't mean that," Dave said with a laugh," look at it this way babe, you're eating for two."

The use of the word "babe" gave Theresa a little shudder. She knew that Dave had no interest at all in her but she was looking at him in an entirely new light. He was wearing his boxers but had put them on backwards so no accidental "viewings" took place. This was further proof to her of just how decent he was. Suddenly she felt a wetness and looked down. Her breasts were leaking and there were spots on the shirt about the size of silver dollars.

"Oh god Dave, I'm sorry," Terry said.

"No it's OK," Dave said, "it's just a natural thing Terry. I didn't ask but when are you due?"

"In about a month," Terry replied.

"Well, if I"m not mistaken," he said, "this is about the time that some lactation will begin."

"Yeah, well I guess so," Terry said.

"What is it going to be," he asked.

"A baby," she said with a laugh. "No, I'm sorry, that's a smart ass answer. I don't really know Dave.

They said something about an ultrasound and I didn't want to have it just to know what sex the baby is.

Then they explained that it wasn't the purpose of the ultrasound to find out what sex the baby was but instead to make sure that all was OK. I let them do the ultrasound with the understanding that they wouldn't tell me, or anyone else, the sex of the child."

Very good Terry," Dave said, " and I think I agree with you."

Terry was watching this handsome older man closely. She was actually getting turned on. 

Terry was reclining on her left side facing her new friend. She scooted over close to Dave, lifted her right knee, opening her crotch area up, reached out taking Dave's left hand and drawing it under the big shirt and laying it directly on her pussy. 

"I'm sorry Dave, you can feel how wet I am," Terry said softly, " I just can't help it, I think it's because you're so damned nice and never would do this yourself. I need it Dave, I need it bad, please fuck me honey, please."

Dave inwardly admitted that he was not surprised. He had noticed that her look had changed. It was if she was sizing him up, debating with herself whether she should do it or not.

"Tell you what," Dave said, " beginning to lightly massage her clitoris," I'll keep doing this if you'll unbutton that shirt."

"Unnnh, oh god that feels so good baby," Terry groaned, " whatever you want," and with that began to slowly unbutton the big shirt with a shy smile on her face.

As her big milk filled tits came into view it was hard for him to keep from instantly planting his mouth on one of them. He noticed that both nipples were wet and just then a drop of her mother's nectar fell and landed on her big belly. Dave could feel his cock tenting the front of his boxers. He was as hard as steel. He leaned forward and licked the nipple of her right breast eliciting a powerful moan from Terry.

"Ummm, oh yessss Dave, oh honey that feels so good," Terry whispered, " you don't have to be gentle with them you know, you don't have to be gentle with any part of me Dave, I like it hot and hard."

Dave clamped his mouth over the nipple and sucked lightly, being rewarded with many drops of the fluid she would soon feed her child. He was a little surprised at the taste and texture. It was sweet and thicker than he would have thought. He moved his hand from her pussy to the breast he was sucking and began to gently squeeze. He was surprised at the increased flow and actually began to develop a rhythm, alternately squeezing and sucking. He noticed quickly that she had began to hump toward him in time with his squeezing. She grabbed his left knee and pulled it against her pussy aggressively. She now began humping his leg hard, grunting in rhythm to his squeezes.

Dave stopped completely eliciting a startled " what " from Terry. She then said nothing more as she saw that he was standing and had gotten up only to remove his suddenly tight fitting underwear. When she saw him return to the bed and remain on his knees she knew it was time. She also noticed that his cock was way over average in size. He didn't have one of those gigantic 12 inch monsters so often seen in the porn stories she had read but he was a solid 8 maybe 9 inches and was very thick. Dave got between her legs and stopped, looking concerned.

"No baby, don't worry, you're not going to hurt anything. That baby is a lot farther away from that weapon of yours than you think. You may have to go a little slow however, at least at first," Terry said, " it is without a doubt the biggest one I've ever had, or seen. I know your not gonna lay on top of me but you can put at least a little bit of pressure on my belly. Hell there's no way you can avoid it I don't think."

Dave leaned down with his elbows and forearms on each side of her torso, his chest and stomach lightly against her protruding belly, just as she had said. Terry reached down and grabbed his erection with her left hand, spreading the lips of her pussy with her right. Dave inched forward slowly seeking her vagina and feeling the head of his cock making contact. He then moved slowly into her pussy.

"Ummm, oh yeah baby, fuck me, fuck my mommy pussy baby, oh Dave, I need it so bad, I didn't realize how bad," Terry said loudly," oh damn baby, get that cock in there honey, fill me up Dave, please baby, fill me hon, oh god fuck me good."

Dave had about half of his dick inside her. He continued to push a little and then withdraw, only to push in again gradually increasing his penetration. 

"Oh hell yes!" Terry hissed as Dave began to drive deeper into her," oh my god that thing's big but it's oh so nice. I want it all Dave, every tiny bit of it and then I want you to fuck the hell out of me, that's what I need now baby, I just need someone to fuck the hell out of me."

Terry was beginning to pant just a little as she humped up against his as much as she could with her belly in the way. Dave felt it when he finally bottomed out against her. He was balls deep in her now and was a little surprised how tight she was. She wouldn't be much longer though. Dave began to move strongly now, setting up a somewhat slow but firm pace. She hooked her heels on the back of his thighs and was humping hard, causing her big tits to wobble wildly a scene that Dave found very erotic.




Theresa Shakes It For The Guys



"Oh damn girl," Dave said, " you really feel good. It feels tight but you're so wet that it's no problem at all. My cock is loving it."

"Ohh yes, ummm so good," she said, so good Dave, so damn good," Terry said, your cock is so big, I love it baby, love it. Fuck me hard baby, it's OK, fuck me, fuck me oh damn fuck me!"

Dave began to really pound her, a part of him didn't want to but she seemed to want it so bad and nothing appeared to hurt her. He couldn't help himself, he'd never fucked a pregnant woman before even though he had always wanted to. He was fucking her so hard now that her tits were jumping all over her chest and flipping drops of milk everywhere.

"Unnnnhh, yes Dave, fuck that pussy," Terry nearly shouted, " mmm Dave, baby I'm gonna cum soon, I can feel it starting, I'm gonna cum hard baby, so hard, here it cums Dave, here it cums honey!"

Terry was shouting in orgasm which concerned Dave as it was now after 1 a.m. The last thing they needed was other guests calling the desk complaining about all their noise.

Dave was jabbing her in short thrusts now, withdrawing only a couple of inches then slamming back in.

He could feel his own orgasm approaching, he kept jabbing her and suddenly stopped, he was as deep as he could get and suddenly, like a freight train screaming down the tracks his cum began exploding inside Terry's pussy. He had not cum in a while and this one was almost painful it was so forceful.

"Oh yes baby, I can feel it," Terry said, actually crying a little it was so good, " I can feel every ejaculation, every one sweetie."

Dave must have shot about 6 good ropes of cum and then a few weaker ones but finally his orgasm had diminished though he would occasionally move just a little and get a small jolt from his cock. He leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips, something that they had not been doing much.

"Mmmm, that was sooo good Dave, so good," Terry said, kissing him back softly.

"You're one hot expectant mother Terry," Dave said smiling at her. You know that I did not have this planned, I never intended for something like this to happen," he said seriously.

"I know that," Terry said seriously, " I didn't plan this or think about it either."

They were once again lying on their sides facing each other. The snow was continuing to fall lightly. It wasn't really cold in the room but the sight of the snow caused both of them to pull the covers up under their chins. Dave reached out and again gently began to squeeze Terry's breasts. 

They fucked again after a while, Dave taking her from the rear, her big milky tits swaying in time to his thrusting.

He heard her arise 2 or 3 times during the night to relieve herself which did not surprise him due to her hugely pregnant condition.

In the morning they fucked again, Terry mounting him and carefully sliding down on his big cock, but eventually humping him with abandon. He was treated to a rainstorm of drops of milk from her wildly flopping tits as she fucked him. They showered together and then dressed. Terry once again donning the clothing that she had worn to work.

Dave took her to within 4 miles of her residence, dropping her at a small coffee shop in a shopping plaza. She had called her brother and he was going to pick her up in about 20 minutes on his way home from work. Dave had no idea what kind of story she was going to tell them to explain how she got almost home. As she prepared to leave the vehicle she leaned toward him and they shared a short, tender kiss, Terry plainly had tears in her eyes. Both of them knew that they would never see or hear from each other again. 

That wasn't entirely correct though. Dave suspected somehow that he had let something slip and that she knew the name of the company that he worked for. He had shielded his last name though, but somehow she knew. He didn't know, maybe she had peeked in his wallet when he was in the bathroom. She had never bothered him in the ensuing weeks but suddenly he got an email through the company's internet sight. It simply said:

David;

Thank you so much for your loss control advice on our policy. We received a small amount of storm damage last week but everything turned out fine thanks to you. She was quite a storm though. Thanks again for EVERYTHING!!

Theresa Hayman

So Terry had delivered and everything was fine. She had delivered a girl.

Dave's boss congratulated him on his good work but told him that they couldn't identify the policyholder from the name and wondered if he remembered the policy name or did he have any record of the policy number. Dave told her that he didn't have any record of anything like that and didn't recall anyone with that name. She continued to ask about it periodically for the next couple of weeks but Dave continued to give her the same answer. From her look he wasn't sure she was buying it but he continued to stick to his story.



Theresa Takes a Wrong Turn



I received the following anonymous feedback last week.

"Your stories are really hot. Please write one about me. I'm a petite blonde (100 lbs 5 ft) with blue eyes. Forced group sex and humiliation are my favourite themes.

Thanks

Theresa"

So Theresa, this is for you and if you're reading be sure to let me know what you thought.

*

It was supposed to be easy and straightforward. Theresa was just supposed to drop her husband at the airport and then drive home. Nothing simpler, was there? Only her husbands flight was delayed by two hours, so her trip home in the afternoon was postponed as she waited with him at the airport, keen to see him off, ignoring his protestations that she should leave and then fearing driving in the rush hour once he did get away she stayed and had her dinner at the airport, waiting for the rush to die down. And it did. The only problem was that it was nearing dusk when she did leave the airport and she really wasn't that good a driver and didn't know the road that well. Rather than follow the signs she got fascinated with a van that seemed to be going in the right direction and she followed it. And of course, it was going nowhere near where Theresa wanted to go.

She got flustered and lost in a tangle of roads and before long, with the light fading she found herself hopelessly lost in an area of the city she wasn't familiar with. Where ever she was, it did not look to nice. Kids roamed in menacing looking gangs, women hung around outside bars chewing gum and looking mean and the whole place seemed to hum with menace and anger. Trying not to panic Theresa drove on, hoping to find a road she recognised or a policeman to ask or something that could help her out. But there was nothing and as the night got darker Theresa seemed to get more and more embroiled in the seedy streets that she had found.

An idea came to her and she stretched down for her mobile phone, bringing it up and pressing the menu button to get the number of one of her friends, their husband could rescue her. Only to find that the phone did not respond, slamming her hand off the wheel in frustration as it dawned on her that she had not recharged in weeks and that it was dead. She stared at the phone and cursed it, lifting her head just in time to see a dog run out in front of her. She slammed on the brakes and managed to avoid the dog but still scrapped along and into a large Black SUV parked at the side of the road.

Theresa sat for some moments without moving, her long blonde hair spread over the steering wheel and her breathing hard. She wasn't hurt, her seat belt had saved her in the collision, slowly she started to regain her senses and she decided that it would be best to get away from here as quick as possible, yes, she knew she should stay and hand over details but looking at the neighbourhood there was no chance Theresa was going to do that. She turned the key and the engine lurched into life for a second then died, she turned again, and again and again with less and less life sounding with each increasingly desperate twist. Then, without warning her passenger door slammed open and before Theresa could open her mouth to protest a powerful, a tattooed arm reached in , grabbed her by her jumper and hauled her from the car and marched her around the front of it.

Theresa's mind was in a spin and she barely took in the sleazy looking bar she was being held in front of and the few men and women hanging around outside watching her captor holding her, not looking likely to intercede on her behalf. She obviously didn't fit in around here, she had all the trappings of respectability and wealth, the car, the jewellery, the clothes, here you looked after number one, first and last.

Gathering herself she had decided to speak to the Hispanic thug holding her, tattooed, muscled and impassive as he was when the door to the bar burst open and seemingly a mass of humanity burst from the noisy bar. In fact there were only five men but they were so large and colourful they seemed like a mob all by themselves. The guy up front was obviously in control and he was a huge mountain of a man. Chocolate skinned , six foot four, muscled and dressed in leathers, this was Big Willie, a notorious character in the area. He was followed by his gang, a strange mix of two Latino guys, small Willie, his little brother and Freddie a white gang-banger wannabie.

Big Willie marched over and took Therese from his man's grasp and dragged her by her protesting arm down the dark alleyway to the side of the bar. Not wanting to know any more the spectators turned away and went back to their conversations, just another Friday night.

As he pulled her stumbling down the dark, damp, dripping stone alleyway Theresa suddenly seemed to realise the very real danger she was in and began to struggle harder, pumping her arms and legs harder trying to free herself but to no avail, Willie's grip on her unflinching. Not too far down the alley he tossed her down and to her knees in a puddle and she looked up determined not to show the fear she had. 

"You Goddamn stupid Bitch! That's my motherfucking car you drove into, you stupid cunt!"

"I'-I'm s-s-sorry. I just lost control. P-Please don't hurt me"

Her blue eyes looked up in appeal, the real fear showing in her eyes.

"I ain't gonna hurt you Bitch. I just want to know what you gonna do about my ride, it's fucked up 'cos of you."

Big Willie's gang crowded round behind him, happy to see what he would do. And so Theresa could not see one of them disappear back up from where they had come.

Theresa thought hard and believed she could maybe pay or talk her way out of this situation.

"I'll pay. I'll sort it all out. It was my fault, My insurance will cover it all, don't worry I'll make it right."

"Insurance!! Goddamn Bitch I don't want insurance I want paid now, where I come from we don't trust nobody with insurance, you wanna sort this Bitch, we do it here and now!"

"OK!OK! Let me get my bag I can give you money and credit cards, whatever you want just let me go safely."

"All right Bitch, lets see what you got."

So they frog marched a much relieved Theresa back up the alley to the main road. God, she had been sure she would die or worse up that damned alleyway. She almost dragged the massive man towards her car and as her painfully surveyed the damage to the two vehicles she entered her passenger side door sure that all she had to do to escape this nightmare was lift her handbag from the backseat and use it to pay him off. 

It was gone! Trying not to show her rising panic she craned her head between the two front seats to search with her eyes and her hands, but it was nowhere to be seen. Willie soon realised her frantic search and laughed to himself, his man Freddie had nipped back up before him and lifted anything of value from the car before they got there.

"Well come on Bitch, I'm waiting how you gonna pay for this damage, you done?"

Her eyes displayed her panic and she could do nothing but shake her head and mumble and without asking Willie grabbed her and lead her back into the alley.

"Freddie, get these cars moved, don't want no nosy cops interrupting us."

Thus time he marched the petite blonde much further down the alleyway and when he finally stopped and spoke to her she could barely see it's end. At her back was a wire fence and to both sides high walls, between her and the only way out were the five big, guys. This was not good.

"You know that is a brand new SUV back there. I paid $50,000 for it just last week. Now what I want to know is how are YOU going to pay me for that damage? Now I reckon your last claim that you had money in your car was you trying to pull one over on me, so you ain't leaving here until I am paid off."

Theresa didn't know what to say, half formed words stammered from her as she tried to talk her way to an amicable solution.

Big Willie face suddenly transformed from a look of anger to a big, beaming smile. Somehow that worried Theresa more. His big hand reached out to her hand and held it, looking intently at her silver wristwatch.

"Now that's nice. Real classy. That could go some way to paying off my repairs."

Theresa was loathe to hand it over as it had been a gift from her sister but if it got her out of this then so be it. But it was to be the start of the ordeal that followed. Her earrings next took his eye, then her rings and necklace. She hated handed them over but could do little else. Finally, with all her jewellery gone she thought maybe that would be that. Then a hand plucked at her pink jumper.

"Hey this is pretty classy. It would look good on my Bitch", this came from one of Willie's gang.

Willie smiled down at Theresa and asked "Well, can he get it?"

Theresa kind of shook and nodded her head, which they took for her agreement and it was peeled from her body to reveal her white bra. It was not long before the gang liked the look of Theresa's designer jeans and boots and finally her underwear. In less than ten minutes she stood naked before the men, her hands trying, unsuccessfully, to hide her precious areas from their mocking, lusting gaze. Willie paid no heed to Theresa's obvious embarrassment and concern at her nakedness and, indeed, after staring at her for a moment her placed his powerful hands on her shoulders and slowly forced her down onto her knees before him.

"Now see Bitch, all these pretty things you've given us, they'll pay for a lot of the damage you caused but I still reckon I'm out a few thousand dollars. Now Big Willie's a fair minded man and what I was thinking was this. Most nights in the bar I pay for a girl to relieve me and the boys of the tensions of the day. If you were to do that it would save me some cash, Know what I mean?"

Theresa couldn't meet his bright eyes and just hugged herself and trembled a little in the small puddle she was kneeling in.

He slowly dropped his zipper and let a long, thick black cock appear from the opening, already in a state of semi- arousal.

"So what's it gonna be girl? No? Well you know there are other holes we can use. Oh, I see, changed your mind? Good. Now open up."

So Theresa knelt there and as the other members of his gang watched on in delight she accepted his huge member into her mouth. She closed her eyes as the slimy, sticky cock skin slid inside her , prodding at her cheek walls as it passed downwards and over the surface of her tongue. Fortunately, oral sex was her favourite thing to perform on her husband and she in some small way actually savoured the feel of this oral violation. If only it wasn't in these circumstances she may have been more turned on.

But how could she fully enjoy this as Willie gained in his pace, placed his big hands on either side of her head and as his motley crew egged him on and called her all kinds of degrading names, he began to fuck her face as if it were a whores pussy. She took that cock deeper than she'd ever taken anything before and was amazed that she didn't gag but he seemed to time his frantic thrusts perfectly and the only real problems she had were when he came deep in her throat in a sudden flood of cum, that she struggled to gulp down quickly enough.

Theresa had been so caught up in the blow job that instinctively her right hand had reached for her snatch and she had gently began fingering herself as she had her face fucked and the guys quickly picked up on her wantonness.

"Hey look, Willie, the cunt likes it. She's into it. Give it to her harder!"

But for now Willie was spent and he paused only briefly to slap his shrinking cock on her messy chin before standing back and ushering one of his Latino gang members. Horrified at her body's reaction she may have been but Theresa opened her sticky lips wide open and allowed easy access to this second cock. 

Over the next hour the petite blonde took each of the six cocks one after the other, letting them spray their cum wherever they wanted, some down her throat and some over her pretty face. As the last guy withdrew and all six gathered round her to see the state she was in they chortled, watching thick strands of cum drip from her face into the damp ground below her. She felt degraded, like a piece of meat these guys had just used, but she was also more turned on than in the last eight years of marriage and nearly found the voice to ask for more. But she never, before she could lower herself to that level a new character put in an appearance.

Karen was short, fat, ugly prostitute with a real bad attitude. It was usually her job to relieve Big Willie's gang and finding them missing she had gone in search of her daily payday. To find this! Some skinny, rich whore sucking her money away. She was furious and if Willie had not held her back she would have pounced on Theresa and given her a beating there and then as she knelt.

Karen wore an ill-fitting tight, black top and a tiny mini-skirt and long boots.

"C'mon Willie, how's a girl supposed to earn when you're splashing on a cunt like this?"

"Shut up Ho! I don't want to hear it."

"Aw but..."

Karen had her complaint cut off by his large hand engulfing her face, he came in close to her and hissed.

"I'll tell you what Bitch, I'll pay you real good if you dig into that bag of tricks of yours (pointing at her handbag) and get out that old strap on dildo you carry about with you. You strap that fucker on and fuck our little blonde slut where she kneels and I'll give her to you for the rest of the night, see how much she can earn you. What do you say?"

The tubby brunette needed no second offer and was digging in her handbag immediately for the long, thick plastic dick she used on some of her kinkier clients. She folded her skirt up and strapped the object tightly around her bulging waist before approaching the cum-plastered Theresa. Theresa had not really been listening and was surprised to see this large woman looming over her, just as she was licking some of the cum off of her lips. Karen stood over , her dildo poking at Theresa's mouth and took a big handful of Theresa's hair and wrenched her face round to look up at Karen.

Karen had dark, shoulder length, curly, greasy hair that sat in a strange fashion on her rotund head. Her features looked like they were squashed up on her face and in some ways she cut quite a comic figure. But there was little funny in or about Karen's life. She had a bad haircut, bad dress sense and most importantly, a bad attitude. Maybe it was because few people had ever regarded her as anything positive, a life of grime on the mean streets could do that to most people. Nonetheless, as she hovered there in the alleyway over Theresa, she had a big smile on her face. As well as costing Karen her business for the night, she viewed Theresa as everything she had wanted to be and never was. Pretty, Petite, Blonde and Big Willie's gang seemed quite taken with her. Yes, Karen was going to enjoy this.

"On your hands and knees cunt!" she barked at Theresa, and Theresa, with difficulty because the large woman kept a tight grip of her hair turned to obey her. She had decided to do whatever was asked of her, she wanted out of here in one piece and after the revelation of enjoying her humiliating gang-blow job earlier she was sopping wet so felt she could handle the ominous mound of plastic strapped to Karen's waist.

But when Karen first thrust the phallus up into Theresa's wet pussy she was not so sure. The street walker rammed it straight into Theresa with no concern for the recipient and began a rough, aggressive pace that Theresa struggled to match. Karen was doing to this blonde bimbo what loads of drunks and perverts had done to her and she relished every second of dishing it out for once. She pulled back on Theresa's hair pulling Theresa's slim body further onto her cock and enjoyed the bitch's grunts and groans below her. As this unfolded the gang whooped and hollered, encouraging both sluts to keep up the spectacle that they were providing and some more people came from the bar to see what was going down.

Karen leaned forward and hissed into Theresa's ear.

"Your spilling some of that precious cum. I want you to reach down as I fuck you and lick it up. Come on cunt!"

Theresa looked down as her body was thoroughly fucked and saw some of the cum had indeed slipped from her face and rested in a puddle on the cobbles below her. In a lust crazed state she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and lapped the cum from the rain water from the ground. Karen ground her cock into her as she did so and the crowd was amazed at how nasty this rich bitch had become. Karen left the plastic cock embedded in Theresa's soaking pussy as she unstrapped it before pulling the blonde up to her knees before her and ordering her to pull it out herself and to lick it clean. Theresa did all of that, licking her own juices off the length of the plastic penis.

While her charge was degrading herself like this Karen had gotten a kinky brainwave and peeled off her skirt and panties and stood over Theresa and once she had licked the dildo clean she thrust her hairy crotch deep into Theresa's face and as the crowd cheered them on she forced Theresa to lick her out. Theresa was disgusted, it was hideous, Karen smelled awful and tasted worse. Theresa though she might retch and be sick there and then but her mouth was buried so deep she could choke on her own vomit. It was a sour, evil taste and of all the indignities heaped upon her that night this was by far the worst. The audience seemed to love it though, cheering Karen on. Taking to her new fan base Karen reached down and buried Theresa's little face deeper and deeper in her unruly mess of black curly pubic hair.

"Come on you white trash slut, lick me, lick me out, yes!yes!"

These last screams of ecstasy were at the touch of Theresa's tongue on her clit, the petite blonde having realised that she would have to give the back street whore head to escape the position she was locked in. She ate the big woman out for a full ten minutes, until the foul taste and stench became stuck in her throat and she licked on auto pilot, so much so that when Karen finally moved and turned around Theresa obeyed the whore's instruction to lick her ass, lapping at her massive ass obediently. As Karen finally, moved away Theresa knelt in a puddle surrounded by people, drunk and looking at her as a piece of trash.

As she knelt there unmoving, conscious of how dirty and nasty she had been and looked, Karen put her skirt back on, packed her dildo away and from her bag removed a dog collar and leash. She moved back to Theresa and fitted it around Theresa's neck.

"C'mon trash whore" Karen said, "You can make me some money before the night is over and you go back to your nice, clean life."

And she certainly did. I was her first and last customer that night and if Theresa wants to read what happened then she just had to e-mail me again! 



Theresa Takes Twenty



As I sit in my car, parked on the street, outside of the house I moved into as a newlywed all those years ago, I kept looking at the familiar faded paint and rusty railing. I turned the DVD in my lap over and over. Through the clear jewel case I could see the words Theresa Takes Twenty written in black marker. I can't believe that on that silver disk is a movie of me being fucked like a rag doll by twenty black men. 

How did it come to this? This is what I wanted. I wanted to make this movie and slip it into the mailbox of the house where my ex-husband still lived. But I still couldn't believe how quickly I fell from being a bored housewife to being a movie slut. It didn't start right away, but once I took that first step I never looked back.

Hello. My name is Theresa, and sometimes I get myself into trouble. What I am about to tell you isn't the first time I got into trouble. But this was the decisive time, the time where I couldn't ever go back.

I should tell you that I'm a tiny thirty-eight year old soon-to-be divorced blue eyed blonde. I only started getting myself into trouble after I woke up one morning and realized what a waste my life had been with my husband Mark. It seemed like I had been on pause for the last fifteen years. Call it a mid-life crisis, or whatever, but I wanted to get out in the world and live a little. I was still sexy. And although I wouldn't pass for twenty, I still felt like I could turn men on. It was Ed who confirmed that for me. 

I met Ed shortly after I decided to divorce Mark. I was at a little cowboy bar with some girlfriends and I let him chat me up. That night we kissed a little in the back of his SUV. It didn't take long before we realized two things. First, that Ed and I really liked fucking each other. Second, that Ed and I didn't really like doing anything else with each other. This was perfect. I wasn't looking for husband number two. 

Even though I wasn't living with Mark anymore, Ed and I always snuck around to get together. We would often meet before work at a McDonald's and fuck in the back of his SUV. As things progressed Ed became a little more demanding. He was a big guy—6'4 and big all over. He liked to call me a dirty slut and slap my face with his fat cock. I was his whore, his little piece of carpet. And you know what? I fucking loved it.

These McDonald's adventures were a way for me to make up for all the time that I wasted with my husband Mark. Ed and I kept pushing the limits---a little bit further each time we would meet. Once or twice I got some angry stares as I stepped out of from the fogged up windows of the SU. I'm sure people heard us. Ed would lay into me pretty good and I loved his verbal abuse.

On this particular occasion it all started out harmlessly enough—Ed and I had just finished another one of our McDonald's sessions. Lately he had been in the habit of making dress like a slut. Sometimes he would make me go in and order breakfast with his cum all over my face. I get wet just thinking about it. 

Anyway, this time I upped the ante. After fucking me like a dog Ed had pulled out, flipped me over, grabbed me by the back of my head and jacked off all over my face, neck and breasts. I could feel my skin tighten as the spunk dried on me. After cleaning him off Ed ordered me to get breakfast and to let the boys at the counter see the cum on my face.

I decided to let them see more than that. I was still pulsing from my orgasms. I put on my blouse, but instead of buttoning it, I tied it together. Anyone within five feet could see my small pert breasts and my dark, swollen nipples. Maybe they could also see the cum—but who really knows with dried cum?

I got out of Ed's SUV, pulled on my jeans without any panties and slipped into my sandals. At the last minute I chickened out a little bit and put on my sunglasses. With that, my cum-covered breasts and I walked right into McDonald's. Thank good it was early on a weekday!

My heart was pounding as I pushed open the door. There were two people ahead of me and I could see the boy at the counter do a double take as I walked in. I had to fight to keep my hands down. My blouse loosely covered my breasts, but the material stood away from my chest because of the way it was knotted. My nipples were a couple inches away from my blouse and the knot was just above my belly button. I felt like a slut.

My pussy was wet and slick and I could feel my engorged lips push against the unfamiliar roughness of my jeans. I rocked my hips back and forth as I waited. I was trying to rub my clit with my jeans. My hands were in my back pockets. I was shining. I was hot. I bit my lower lip and looked up to stare into the eyes of the boy at the counter. He looked at me expectantly.

"Ummm, are you ready to order Miss?" the boy mumbled.

I was so excited I didn't notice that it was my turn to order. I took a deep breath and walked up to the counter. "Y-yes please." The boy wasn't the only one who was nervous.

I placed my sweaty palms flat on the counter, looked up at the menu board and placed my order. It took some courage to look directly at the boy again. He fumbled around trying to punch the order into the till. Then he dropped his head and turned to fetch the food. He was just a kid, maybe twenty at the most.

As he rushed back to the counter I could see that he had a hard-on. That made me feel great. I leaned forward and placed my hand on his as he put the food down. "Like what you see?" I said.

"Yes" he said, and swallowed.

Looking from his hard on to his face, I raised my hands to my blouse and pulled it apart. His jaw dropped. His attention made me wanton. I slid my hand along the counter until I could feel the bulge through his trousers. "I like what I see too."

I slid my hand down and cupped his crotch, pushing my palm into his cock. I looked into his young eyes and neither of us breathed for a moment.

Then it was broken. The door open and two women came in chattering away. They hadn't seen a thing. I quickly turned and brushed past them out the door.

I was beet red and I hurried on trembling legs back to Ed's SUV. I climbed in to the passenger seat. I was a mess of emotions. Ed just looked at me like I had a hole in my head.

"Where's breakfast?" He asked.

I stopped, looked at him, and laughed. I told him the whole story. 

"You grabbed the kid's cock? I'm impressed Theri" I could tell he was proud of his slut.

With the telling of it the fear had worn off and I couldn't believe that I had done it. It turns out that it was only the beginning.

"Well" he said, "I guess you have to go back in there and get our food," he sounded like he was up to something.

"Oh my God Ed, I don't think I can go back in there right now. That kid must have told the entire store about me by now."

"Well, you horny little slut, you should have thought about that when grabbed the kid's cock. If you weren't so turned on by the whole thing you would have remembered the food." This change in tone meant that Ed was getting turned on again. He loved to degrade me when he was horny.

"But Ed it's pretty busy in there now. I just can't go in there." I was nervous. I didn't want to go back in.

Ed grabbed my head and forced me down into his lap. I could feel his hard on. "Do you feel that slut? You've got me worked up again. Are you going to tease me like you teased that poor kid?"

I reached up and rubbed his cock through his jeans. "Are you going to rub me like you rubbed that poor kid?" His hand slid from the back of my head, along my back and down my jeans. He pushed a finger into my pussy. I unzipped him and took him in my mouth. He slid a moistened finger into my anus. I bobbed harder. I was his slut. I wanted to please him. He pushed his finger into me and I pushed back against it.

He pushed a finger deep into my pussy and I moaned around his cock. Then he withdrew his hand and brought it to my face, lifting me away from his cock. He pushed his slimy fingers into my mouth. I looked at him and sucked meekly.

"You are mine, aren't you?"

I moaned assent as I kept sucking.

"You are a slut, aren't you?"

I sucked deeper.

With his other hand he started slapping me with his wet cock. "You love cock don't you slut?"

I grunted. He kept slapping me. I wanted him to touch my pussy. I snaked a hand down between my legs and rubbed myself through my jeans.

He kept slapping me with his cock. I turned my mouth to take him, but he forced me to keep sucking his fingers. I needed to cum. "Playing with yourself are you slut?" With that he pulled out his fingers grabbed my head with both hands and slammed it down on his cock. He grabbed my hair and bucked into me. My face bounced up and down a few times, and then he pulled out. 

"Stop playing with your self, you dirty slutty whore." Once again he cupped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. My mouth pouted open I was hungry for it.

"You can cum slut., but only on my terms. I won't let you cum until you've got that poor kid's semen in your belly. Go get it, and if you have an orgasm before you get back here you will regret you ever sashayed your slutty ass into my life."

He held my face with one hand and smacked me with his cock on my cheeks and forehead. "Get out of here whore. Go get your breakfast!"

I froze for a moment, kneeling on the seat looking up at Ed. I was horny. My cheeks were flushed. My lips were numb. My pussy was engorged, hot and very wet. I needed release. But I was also scared. I knew this was a turning point. I knew this was dangerous. And I knew I was going to go in there and get that kid's cum.

Without a word I sat up, opened the car door and walked back inside.



Theresa: The Ship's Slut



Frank had an ongoing fantasy. We had been married for four years and always it was the same thing. He wanted to dress me up, take me to a bar and watch me suck some strange man off in a public place.

Finally, I gave up. It was his birthday. I told him we could go out that night and I would do it and then I never wanted to hear about it again. That night, when I got home Frank had bought me the outfit he wanted me to wear. 

My name is Theresa, and I am five foot tall with large breasts, a cute tight butt, and long curly black hair. 

The outfit was a red satin shirt, short denim skirt and five-inch heels that strapped around my ankles. He also purchased fish net hose that fastened to a garter belt, and a bright red lipstick, no bra, no panties. 

I took a bath in vanilla scented bubble bath and got dressed. I had to suck him off before we could leave. He was hard just from looking at me.

Frank picked a bar called the Wharf near the ocean. It was old before the Pilgrims had gotten to Maine. Cold, dreary, and dingy inside, He floated off to a dark corner and I went up to the bar. I must have sat there about ten minutes before the first sailor approached me. He was young but rough looking, and asked me if I was available. 

“I said available for what?” 

He looked down my open shirt at my braless tight nipples and said “ For sex ma’am.” 

I nodded. He asked if twenty dollars was enough. I nodded again. He put a folded bill in my waistband and held out his hand. We walked back to a dark part of the bar. He placed my hand on his trousers as we walked, and I felt the largest cock of my life.

He sat down, and pushed me between his knees. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled him free along with his warm ball sack. He was at least nine inches long and getting longer. I bent forward and licked off the drips of precum gathered on his head. He groaned and said. “It’s been months ma’am.” 

I smiled, and sucked him deep inside. He pulled back and said, “Try this,” and adjusted my head and neck. Next time I sucked him deep, I felt him in my throat. It was amazing I could feel the heat of his cock, and the throbbing of the vein, his very heartbeat. We established a rhythm that allowed me to breath and before too long he whispered “I’m coming, breath deep. I did and he forced himself all the way down my throat and blasted his cum directly into my belly. Only when he was completely dry, did he pull out. I cleaned him up and put him neatly away.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I opened my mouth and our tongues said hello, as he tasted himself on me, he grinned. “Be right back, darling got to use the head,” he headed down the hall.

He had just disappeared when Frank sauntered over. He backhanded me so hard I fell on the floor. 

“You are nothing but a guttersnipe, and a slut. Don’t bother coming home you bitch. 

“I stuttered but you told me to do it?” 

He answered me “A real lady never would have, this proves your really a slut.” He left me there with only twenty dollars and no identification and walked out.

My young friend returned just as he left. He helped me up and offered me his handkerchief because I was crying and my lip was bleeding. We sat and had a beer and I explained what was going on.

He told me his name was Roger. He would see me home and beat Frank up if I wanted, or since he seemed to think I was a slut for fulfilling his fantasy. Should I want revenge, he had an idea.

I asked what the idea was. He grinned, “We all can’t take shore time at the same time. there are still twenty horny sailors onboard my ship. They haven't been near a woman in over six months.

Want to go with me and be our ship slut for tonight. You will earn a lot of money and the title your husband just gave you, but ma'am it will be a title you can be proud to hold.”

I smiled “Twenty men huh?” “Yep,” he said

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

He smuggled me aboard after I allowed the ship's security team to fuck me. They pushed me over the railing dividing the wharf from the ship. It was the hottest sex I had ever had. Four different men, four different cocks, each good but in different ways. I was coming from the touch of the first one. Finished, I was a hundred dollars richer and a lot more satisfied then in all four years of my marriage.

We went to the ship and I took on all twenty guys, some of them more than once. I have never had so much fun in my life. The next morning after Frank was at work. They took me home. We loaded a truck with my stuff. Stopped at the bank and cleared out all the accounts and then they helped me find me an apartment on the river where the owners didn’t ask to many questions. I now make more money in one night then I used to in a month and I have Frank with his little penis and large fantasies to thank.

I am officially the Ship's Slut for the U.S.S. James Cox, and loving it.



Theresa Turns Slut



A first person perspective story written especially for Theresa...

*

Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that left my writing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Theresa, am now a slut, in mind and now very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myself get into a situation I could not control, and I finally I found what I was really needing.

A little more about me first, before I tell you how hot and nasty my first experience of slutdom was.

Firstly the bit I know some of you men love to know, I am your blonde blue eyed girl who has a body that attracts looks. I often imagine my petite 5ft frame being easily dominated by a group of men...

I've always wanted to explore my fantasies, but trying to be a 'normal' girl, they were thoughts that I always had to push deep down, hide from anyone but myself. I knew there were other women out there who lived the life I wanted to, who dared to push sexual boundaries, who got the same thrill of being 'dirty' as I longed for. Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my yearning, my yearning for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex.

Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal 'missionary' sex, oh no. I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes. I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED! My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo. I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my lusty pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally raping my insides, using me as a object of pleasure.

Mmm I'm getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a 'fuck toy', god those words just send shivers down my spine.

It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a new guy I had met in a bar the week previously while out on a girly night. Looking back I should have realised he was a little too good looking, his smile obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at. At the time I thought I was in for a deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it. Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body. There's something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of.

Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise. After ensuring my legs where smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind. 'What the hell,' I thought to myself, 'let's treat this guy,' and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes. I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny. 'Not a time for shaking hands,' I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed. Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.

Once ready, I took my bottle of wine into the bedroom, another must have preparation for any night out. Pouring myself a cold glass of white, I spent many unrushed moments deciding upon an outfit. I decided to go for it, no point in being virginal anymore, I needed a good seeing to, after far too long without a good fuck. Months of getting off in front of my pc, reading internet porn was pushing my sexual need higher and higher, rather than satisfying it. I laughed when I thought what my evening's date would think of me, if he had spied me sitting naked at my computer, legs spread sluttishly, rubbing a vibrating dildo over my clit while I watched and read about very nasty and dirty gang bangs, imagining myself at the centre of the rough male attention. 

My mind was on autopilot as I pulled on my black hold up stockings, my calves and lower thighs enhanced by their sheer clinging material, the enticement of the pale flesh of my upper thighs somehow magnified when contrasted against the black. I pulled on my best 'pulling pants', which I called my skimpy black thong, the satin material hugging me so tight that anyone glimpsing them would almost make out the outer lips of my womanhood, lips begging to be penetrated.

A side fastening wrap over skirt hid the treats below, and I added a touch of colour, my thinnest and clingiest scarlet top over a black push-up bra, which was designed to show off my breasts to their best, and show through the red top a little, again to tease and turn on my man. I felt and looked hot, the final touch some dark red lipstick, which I applied a little heavier than I would normally, knowing men can think of nothing but me sucking on their hard cocks when they looked at my full red lips. Dropping the lipstick into my best purse I poured myself another celebratory glass of wine, licking my lips naughtily at my own appearance in the mirror.

That's when I caught the sound of my mobile, chiming to tell me a text message had arrived. I was going to ignore it guessing it was one of my girlfriends trying to wind me up about tonight, but then realised it could be my man letting me know he was outside. Flipping over my essential fashion accessory, my heart sank at the short and soulless message; 'Cannot make tonight, maybe another time.' 

'Bastard!' I thought to myself, he didn't even dare call to let me down. I sank onto the bed, my whole evening ruined, all my effort gone to waste. Blinking tears from my eyes, my gaze returned to my computer sitting in the corner of the room, the computer being my only sexual release of recent months. Not only release I thought to myself, but my naughty friend who has let me dare think about sex I had never experienced before. 

"No, no porn for me tonight," I spoke aloud, a determined smile touching my lips. I realised that I looked to good to waste tonight, and I didn't need a man on my arm to go and show myself off. Maybe it was the wine, but I felt confident and sexy, and a little like the slut I always wished I dared to be.

So that's why I found myself an hour later sitting on my own in a bar, already drinking my third long vodka and lemonade. I'd already flirted with the barman, and sent a couple of no-hopers on their way. The alcohol made my head buzz, the confidence it gave me egging me on to put on a show. I knew several pairs of eyes were on me, getting drunk alone and looking hot. One party of guys especially, who looked like they were out celebrating a comrades birthday, had made it obviously they liked what they saw whenever their heads turned my way, and I was having fun showing a little more leg to spur on their glances. They looked a lot rougher than the sort of guys I'd ever date myself, but I wasn't thinking straight, I wanted to tease every man in the room, show off what I had, something that bastard who stood me up would never get now.

Later in the evening the DJ turned up the music, and the lights dimmed, as the dance floor started to fill up. Using up a favour with a friend in the bar staff I left my handbag behind the bar, freeing me up to go and strut my stuff. I love to dance, there's something so sensual about bodies moving in close proximity to the beats of the music. I made sure I was the centre of attention as I moved my body, letting my skirt whirl around my legs, revealing my stocking tops with the more energetic moves. I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be touched. Once any of the guys started to hog too much of my time, I naughtily moved away, catching another's eye with a seductive smile, and pulled the new victim into my trap, running my hands over my body as I danced, the heat and effort bringing a fine sheen of perspiration over my body, glistening on my enhanced cleavage. 

Over several hours I revelled in the feelings running through me, enjoying all the hungry male attention, while never taking it further than bodies grinding together close during a dance, getting many men hard as I rubbed my hidden pussy against them. I had lost count of how many crotches I had let my hand 'accidentally' rub against, or how many men had felt my arse or tits in the darkness. By the time I decided to leave, my pussy was on fire, and I knew I had to get home as quickly as possible to take care of myself. My lack of attention, daydreaming about fucking myself with my biggest dildo, was probably why I didn't even notice I was followed from the club, or when I took a wrong turning looking for a taxi, taking me down a dark and dangerous alleyway.

I was rudely torn from my daydream as I came to my senses and realised I was half way down a deserted and rough looking pathway. When I turned round to find my way back to the main street I almost bumped into a group of men coming the other way. It took me a couple of seconds in the semi light to realise it was the group I had been teasing all evening, having danced with and let most of them seven or so men before me touch me through my clothes. Trying to appear less nervous than I was, I flashed a smile and tried to find a path around the intoxicated friends.

"Where are you going babe?" the 'leader' of the pack asked me, winking at his mates as they all eyed my body.

"I just need to get home, I had enough for one night," I shrugged, feeling I had to get back into a more public area, the cold, or possibly fear, making me shiver.

"Oh I think you've not had anything like enough yet SLUT!" he laughed, indicating to a couple of his stockier friends to take hold of me. My terror made me stand still, feeling muscular hands gripping my arms, pulling them behind my back, pushing my breasts forward against the flimsy material of my top. "You've been teasing us all night with that sexy body of yours," he raised a hand to stop my protest and continued, "and it's time we found out if the reality is as good as the slutty performance you've been putting on back there."

'Oh my god,' I thought to myself, shaking with fear, knowing that they weren't going to be satisfied with a dance and a casual feel now, I was going to be gang raped right there, and there was nothing I could do about it. I knew I should scream out, maybe someone would hear my calls, but there were two things holding me back. For one thing, looking at these drunken guys, I'd probably get hurt, along with anyone who came to my rescue. The other, I am afraid to say, is that my pussy was suddenly betraying me, I could feel to my shame the wetness growing between my legs. I could hardly admit it to myself back then, but now I can share this with you; I wanted and needed to be fucked, and fucked raw buy that group of rowdy men, forced like the slut I knew I need to be.

The dark haired leader of the group came closer, so close I could smell the beer on his breath. He had to bend down to look into my eyes, his 6ft frame dwarfing me. "Let's have a better look at this slut," he barked, the audience behind him cheering in appreciation as his hands reached out and tore at my top, the thin material offering no resistance as he pulled it apart, letting more cold air reach my satin encased breasts. They could all see my nipples harden, either from the cold or my unexpected excitement at being so roughly handled. "Get that bra off!" he ordered, and a slim blond guy came up beside me, grinning as he removed a small knife from his pocket, causing me to strain against the guys holding me, trying to back away in fear. 

"Don't worry bitch, I'm not going to hurt you," he laughed, "I'm just rubbish with the fasteners on those things," he said, pulling my bra strap away from my shoulder, only to slice through it. He did the same the other side, letting the bra fall away, revealing my firm tits to the drooling audience. 

I defiantly looked their leader in the eye, daring him to take things further, actually wanting him to. "And the rest guys, lets see her naked." 

My knees shook as several of them rushed forwards at this command, one of them at least finding the button and zip to let my skirt fall to the ground. I could almost hear a sigh as their greedy eyes feasted on my stocking clad legs, and homed in on my tiny thong, now obviously drenched with my own excitement. The blade glinted in the light again as it was used to cut away my only skimpy protection, revealing my shaved precious sex, glistening wet in the little light there was. I knew I was totally at their mercy now, the sight of my body so on show would drive them on to further acts. The cold air hit me now, goose-bumps covering my arms, making my teeth chatter. Still I said nothing, staring ahead with no emotion, now becoming the submissive I had always craved. I think the guy taking the lead was less drunk than his friends, and possibly more experienced, his piecing look going to my soul, seemingly knowing exactly what my inner desires were. 

"Pull this slut's legs open guys, I want a closer look at her nasty cunt," my tormentor ordered, knowing the pack would follow him. I jumped at his words, his use of slut and cunt sparking something at my core. I put up some pretence of resistance as hands pulled at my inner thighs, slaps stinging my arse deliciously as punishment for fighting. I was pushed down a little, bending my knees as my legs spread, making me squat obscenely. My stranger approached, crouching before me, pushing his hand to my shaven twat. I shuddered as his fingers touched my flesh, gently tracing lines around my inner thighs, teasing me, a very light touch rubbing up the groove between my outer lips, opening my vulva as he slid a thick finger inside. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I trembled, concentrating on the finger slowly sliding inside me, running around my dripping velvet grip, exploring every inch. A second finger joined he first, and suddenly his movements changed, from a gentle lover exploring sacred flesh for the first time, to a hard, insistent finger fucking. Others crowded in, spellbound, watching his fingers open me up, so obviously coated in my slippery juices, now freely flowing from his rough invasion of my burning pussy.

Pulling his fingers from me, he slid them up my stomach, leaving a wet trail all the way up to my lips. When I didn't move, another guy forced my mouth open, pulling my jaw apart, allowing entry to my mouth. I was forced to lick my own flavour from his fingers, secretly loving the degradation forced upon me. "What's your name slut?" he asked me as he finished screwing his fingers in and out of my mouth like some cheap cunt. 

"Theresa," I stuttered, now completely in my new masters control.

"No, from now on, it's SLUT," he laughed, joined by his friends around him. "and you are going to be our nasty little fuck toy. You thought you could tease us all night and not pay the consequences slut?" he continued, ignoring me as I shook my head, "Well we're going to use every one of your slut holes tonight, and you're going to be a good slut and beg for more."

God how did this man know how to press all my buttons? His words set fire running through my body, my inner needs for so long held back were being sparked into an uncontrollable burning heat, which raged throughout my body.

"Finger yourself slut, put on a proper show for us," he whispered into my ear, knowing full well I was in his power, helpless to resist, not even wanting to stop now.

Determined to show him how dirty I could be, and being supported by two tormentors in my obscene squatting position, I used one hand to pull myself open, exposing my pink flesh to everyone, while the other finger I wet in my mouth, then used it to circle my sensitive clit. I again closed my eyes, throwing my head back, opening my mouth to breath heavy, panting as I rubbed myself, my excitement building quickly knowing many eyes were watching me share such an intimate act.

I could hear their voices around me, the show I was putting on starting to build their own sexual excitement. "Look at the fucking slut, she wants it!" someone exclaimed, surprised at the turn of events.

"Then give it to her," was the animal response, uttered by someone wanting to get the action really going.

I heard a zip being tugged at close to my ear, and opened my eyes to be greeted by a short yet thick cock being pushed to my face. "Suck this bitch!" its owner grunted, taking hold of my hair he roughly pulled my mouth onto him, giving me my first taste of a bitter cock. He rammed it home so hard I almost choked, which I think turned the pervert on even more. Little did he know it was just how I wanted to be used, I loved the feeling of his hard cock plundering my mouth, feeding me with his dripping pre-cum. My tongue worked overtime, lapping at his sensitive underside, while I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks with the suction. "Fuck she's one nasty cock sucker," he informed his mates, hardly required as most eyes were watching my nasty mouth work on him hungrily.

Unfortunately he obviously didn't have much stamina, even in his drunken condition, my ministrations were too much for him, and before long I could feel his balls tighten, a certain sign he was about to cum. I knew just how to drive him over the edge so he'd never forget it, wanting him to cum so hard he filled my mouth, so the others would all want to give me the cum I craved. I looked up into his eyes, knowing the eye contact would be the final straw, a look of submission on my face. He grunted hard as he looked down on me, a piece of meat taking his cock no matter how hard he rammed it into my mouth. His orgasm took hold, making him utter filthy obscenities at me as his cock exploded in the back of my mouth, his seed sliding down my throat. I felt deliciously dirty as I pulled my head back, to allow his further spurts to cum over my face, his jerking cock rubbing and spreading the sticky goo over my cheeks and chin.

I didn't have a second to catch my breath, as I felt hands force me down on my hands and knees, the cold hard floor making me gasp. I must have looked such a slut, circled by men now rubbing hardening cocks all around me, a face already sticky with cum, my arse high in the air inviting them to use me. 

Another stranger approached me from behind, I couldn't even see him as I felt his hands grasp the soft globes of my arse, squeezing me roughly, pulling them apart to reveal my dripping cunt and tight brown eye of my arse. Then I felt his cock push up against me, the hot hard flesh sliding up and down the crevice between my cheeks. I didn't know where he was going to fuck me, and to be honest, I didn't care. So I gasped out as I felt the head of his cock start to inch into my pussy, slipping in very easily as I was so wet. What shocked me was his length, and I almost squealed as his cock continued to slide inside, deeper and deeper, invading depths never before found by any cock. 

I had only just started to push back against him, wanting to feel the head of his cock bang against my cervix, when my hair was grabbed and my head violently pulled back, to have my mouth rudely invaded by another dick. I was in heaven, finally the nasty slut being gang raped in a lonely back alley, taking two cocks at once. They guys around me knew that none of them would leave without being satisfied as they watched me deep throat and gag around their mate. My pussy was on fire as it was reamed by the longest cock I thought I'd ever find, it's dirty owner sliding a wet thumb into my other tightest of holes. "Mmmmmm," I groaned around the cock stuffing my face, loving the feeling of this third invasion. The situation and the multiple stimulations had me cumming hard, my pussy clenching around my aggressive invader, wave after wave of contractions squeezing his pole. My whole world was now the smell, taste, feeling of cock, pleasure filling all my senses. I could make out the emboldened guys chanting, 'fuck the slut' ringing in my ears. 




Theresa Turns Slut



My breasts were jiggling manically underneath me, as my assailants pounded into me harder and harder, using me like a piece of meat. This drew the attention of my lead aggressor, who knelt beside me so he could cup my soft and firm breasts in his hands. I thought I must have died and gone to heaven as his again changed from gentle to firm, through to rough. His fingers pulled my nipples hard, extending my breasts under his unrelenting pressure, the needles of pain driving me into a frenzy. He pinched harder and harder, twisting, pulling, forcing me to squeal around the cock I was sucking. 

My body rocked back and forth, now every never on fire, the cold forgotten as heat rippled through me. I felt the cock in my pussy being ripped rudely from me, and I wiggled my arse begging to be filled again. The next moment I realised why he had withdrawn, as I felt the warm wet sensation of cum splattering against the small of my back. I could feel cum pooling on my skin, then sliding down between my arse cheeks, oozing over my cunt. 

I didn't need to beg for another cock to take its place, as another eager volunteer stepped forwards to take me. I realised what he wanted as he started to spank me hard, forcing my hard down further on the cock in my throat. He was obviously a bum man, and I knew he would soon force his cock inside my bowels. My pussy twitched in anticipation, wanting that dirty fuck so badly. The guy in my mouth could take it no longer, and pulled out completely, again wanting to see my face covered in his nasty spunk. I watched closely has his hand rubbed up and down his thick shaft, seeing a man play with himself always got me hot, and I was already on fire. The only sounds apart from the moaning of the guy wanking over my face was the hard 'crack' of a hand slapping down onto my arse, reddening the flesh, and making my eyes water. 

The pain shocked my body, but it wasn't enough. "More, please, harder," I croaked, looking over my shoulder to urge on the assault on my arse. I turned back to catch the first rope of stringy cum over my face, his jerking cock sending spewing cum several feet, spunking into my hair. I shook with an small orgasm just from how nasty I felt as his cum literally washed over me. He stepped away from me with shaking legs, admiring his work, letting everyone see what a mess he'd made of me. 

As two more strapping lads stepped forwards, presenting me with more tempting meat to devour, I felt something cold and very hard at the gaping entrance to my pussy. Someone was laughing as I felt the old object being screwed into me. OH FUCK, I though silently, as I felt what I realised was a bottle neck being pushed deeper and deeper inside me. The devious bastards laughed as they watched me take the beer bottle deep inside me, my tight pussy stretching around the cold glass, letting them see my dripping insides. I must have looked so nasty at that point, face and hair dripping cum, with a bottle shoved up my cum coated cunt. 

I didn't have much time to get used to the bottle, before my arse man stepped forward and put his dick head to my dirty hole. Even though it was tight, I had spent many evenings with butt plugs inside me, so was easily able to allow his brutal entrance. He slid his monster into me with a roar, sinking it to his sweaty balls. I felt the pain and pleasure rip through my behind, his cock and the bottle filling me to my limits. The cock burned my insides, sawing in and out, causing me to grunt like an animal. Cocks rubbed against my face, their owners duelling to push them into my slut mouth. I couldn't use my hands; I needed them to hold me up under the anal assault. This guy new how to fuck hard! He was hammering me, not caring if he hurt the slut under him, almost ripping my arse apart. I was cumming continuously now, contractions wracking my body, my breath ragged gasps. I could only just sense the guys around my sides, wanking their cocks furiously, all wanting to add to the mess I was becoming. My mouth was being alternately being fucked by two nasty bastards, seeing who could outdo the other with depth they could reach. 

My tits were constantly being tortured, slapped and pinched till I feared they must be bruised back and blue. Someone spat on me, and when I didn't utter a complaint, others joined in. I could feel my body getting coated in sweat, cum, and now saliva, and wished it never to end. I wanted them to hurt me, use me, to take me past human limits. 

I pushed rhythmically back against the cock that was splitting my arse, our bodies thudding together every powerful thrust, the rhythm we beat out getting faster and faster, the guys trying to fuck my face having a hard time keeping their dripping cocks in my mouth. They gave up, and started wanking hard, rubbing their cocks up over my face, pushing their hairy sweaty balls against my face, so my cries were muffles against them. The smell of sweat and cum were overpowering me, as I gasped for breath. 

A guttural cry signalled when my arse fuck was ending, I could feel every spasm of his cock as he juddered into me, slapping my arse in his orgasmic explosion. I could feel his cum running into me, dampening the raw flames inside, coating my sensitive skin of my insides. He pulled out with a comical plop, and I could feel the air entering my gaping anus, muscles opening and contracting with the loss.

I almost felt like I was passing out , so I rolled onto my back, a slut basking in her glory, as I felt the cum start to rain down on my from the four or so men wanking over me. I smiled as they showered me in their hot seed, pumping themselves over my tits and stomach The nasty slut to the last, my fingers rubbed spunk over my body, my skin not being able to get enough of their thick cream. One nasty fucker scooped up several tablespoons worth, and forced it into my mouth, ordering me to drink it down. I showed him! I didn't swallow straight away, oh no, I blew bubbles with it, tasting, enjoying the texture, knowing I could never get enough cum. The men looked down at me with amazement and lust, knowing they had all met their match.

The fucking ended, the lads were keen to get away, leaving me laying in the gutter, clothes laying around me, my stockings laddered and spunk splattered. Oh, and very, very happy.



Theresa's Afternoon Delight



Theresa was nervous today. This was the afternoon that she was supposed to meet John. You see, she had been talking to John on the Internet for a while and although she was a married woman with a son, she had this fantasy about meting him. What was he like, I mean really like. He had described himself but she knew from meeting other people that sometimes people really weren’t that truthful about how they looked. Oh well, she thought to herself, she WAS going to meet him even if he ended up being 4 ft tall and weighed 300 lbs. Meeting didn’t mean anything, and it was just for lunch but it meant that she was finally going to get a chance to see the person that she had been chatting with.

All morning at work she had thought about this. She couldn’t keep her mind on her job but she hoped that her boss didn’t notice. She looked busy enough but she really wasn’t going to get anything done. “How’s it going, Theresa,” her boss asked.

“Oh, ok, just got a lot on my mind right now.”

“That’s pretty obvious. I tell you what, you’ve got a lot of vacation time coming, why don’t you just take off the rest of the afternoon.”

“But I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on,” 

“Don’t worry about it,” her boss said, “just take off and don’t worry about it. You aren’t getting much done anyway.” Her boss smiled and winked as she walked out the door.

Theresa looked at her watch and noticed that it was 11:00 and she figured that if she was getting the afternoon off anyway, she might as well start early. She opened her desk drawer and put her stuff away, grabbed her coat and out the door she went.

Theresa pulled into the driveway of her house and shut the car off. She got out and walked to the door. She inserted the key into the slot and thought about how nice it would be if her hubby would insert his key into her slot, then she wouldn’t have to be going out and finding people that she could start up friendships with. She turned the key and walked through the house. Her husband was a midnight shift worker and she didn’t want him to get suspicious about what she was up to. She walked into the bedroom and saw him sleeping. She slowly moved over toward the bed and pulled the covers up. He was laying on his back and he had nothing on but his underwear. She noticed the outline of his cock in his shorts and slowly moved over and pulled them down in the front. She leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She started sucking on it. It was starting to get hard and he seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, even though she knew that he probably wasn’t even aware of it.

“Theresa. What the fuck are you doing,” he said as he pulled away.

“Well what does it look like sweetie? I got the afternoon off and I thought you might be in the mood for some afternoon delight”

“Well stop it. I’m tired. I worked all night you know,” he said as he turned over and closed his eyes.

Theresa just stood there, shocked and hurt, but mostly pissed off. “Fuck you you stupid bastard” she said as she walked out of the room and slammed the door.

Theresa no longer felt guilty about what she was going to do this afternoon. She got into her car and started it and headed to the parking lot of the Wal-Mart that she always bought groceries at. This was where she was supposed to meet him. She had decided to meet him there, that way if someone saw her car there, they would figure that she was just shopping. She closed her eyes, and started thinking about how much she need a man. If not for sex, then just for a little attention. She was thinking about how this all came about when suddenly she heard a “tap, tap, tap” on her window. She opened her eyes and there was a man standing outside her car. She cautiously rolled down the window and said “Yes, may I help you.”

“Hi Theresa, my name is John. I’m here to pick you up.”

Theresa looked at him, not sure what to think. He was not very tall and kind of plain looking, not handsome but not homely either. She rolled her window up and opened her door and got out of the car. 

“This way to my truck,” John said. He took her by the hand and escorted her to his pickup and opened the door for her. 

“Wait John, I-I-I’m not sure if we should do this. We are after all committed to other people.”

John didn’t say a word, he opened the door and motioned for her to get into his truck. Surprisingly, she did as she was told. She got inside and he shut the door. He walked around to the driver’s side and got in. He started his pickup and put it into gear and pulled off the parking lot. 

“Do you have any place that you like to eat,” asked John.

“Oh, anywhere is fine. You decide.”

“Ok then,” said John. He slipped a tape in the tape deck and out came a soft country song. They made chit chat about little things, just small talk He drove for a few miles and then turned down road on the outskirts of town. He turned down a country road and drove for a few miles. Theresa didn’t know where they were going but she decided to sit back and relax. The gentle movement of the pickup going down the road relaxed her and she felt comfortable in the pickup and for some reason felt comfortable with this man, this stranger with whom she had only talked to on the internet. They drove for a little while and soon turned into a driveway going to this old house. John pulled up to the front and shut off the engine. He got out and walked around to the drivers side and opened the door. He held out his hand and helped Theresa out and shut the door.

“I thought we were going out to dinner,” she said.

“We are darling” he said. He opened his tool box and pulled out a picnic basket. “I thought since it didn’t matter I’d pack us a lunch and we could relax and just get to know each other without any interruptions from anyone.”

“Oh, ok,” she stammered. Damn, she thought to herself, don’t show him how nervous you are girl.

John gently took her by the hand and pulled her close to him. He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and then led her to the door. He opened it and led her inside. Theresa looked around and noticed that this little house although wasn’t fancy was clean if not simply furnished. There was a table and a couple of chairs. There was also a fireplace and a bear skin rug in front of it. John walked over to the table and set the basket in a chair and opened it. He pulled out a table cloth and put it on the table. He set a bottle of wine on the table and then set two glasses on it. He peeled the label off of it and looked over at her and smiled. He inserted the screw into the cork of the bottle and she jumped slightly when she heard the “pop” of the bottle when the cork was removed.

“Relax darling, I promise you that I will now do anything that you don’t want to do. I’m not that kind of guy.”

Theresa smiled and wondered if she was doing the right thing. After all she was a married woman and although her sex life wasn’t the best in the world, she knew what she had. She thought back to this afternoon when her husband had turned her down and decided that it was him that was driving her to other men. 

John poured a little wine into the glasses and handed one to Theresa. He took a sip and walked to the fireplace. He knelt down on the rug and she watched as he bent over and put some paper and some kindling in the fireplace and lit it. She stood there and sipped her wine and looked at this man and wondered what he had in mind, but decided that it was so different than what she was used to that she would ride it out for a little while. After all, he had promised that he would never do anything that she didn’t want and for some reason, she trusted him. He put a log on the fire and after a few minutes she could hear the wood start to gently crackle. 

Soon he stood up and walked back to the table. He pulled out an insulated container and set it on the table. He put a couple of plates and then set a couple of other containers on it. He opened the insulated container and she could smell the aroma of fried chicken. He set opened the other containers and pulled a chair out and motioned for her to set down. She sat down and he pushed her chair up to the table for her. He sat down and opened the other containers. Here it was, just a simple meal, fried chicken, potato salad and a glass of wine. He finished his wine and poured another glass. He offered her more and she took it. Theresa could feel the wine starting to take affect on her but she drank it anyway. They ate and chatted about their families and their lives, talking about little things that neither one knew about each other. They mostly made small talk but it was so nice to relax for a while, and not have to worry about serving her husband or her son.

“Well” John said, “I’m ready for desert”.

“Sounds good John,” she said.

John stood up and walked over to Theresa and took her hand and motioned for her to get up.

“I thought we were going to eat desert” she asked?

“No” he said,” I said I was ready for desert. He took her hands and pulled her close. He looked into her eyes and moved his lips toward hers. He kissed her, gently at first and then passionately. He put his arms around her and held her close. He stopped kissing her and moved the chair away. He pushed the basket aside and moved her back toward the table. He kissed her and touched the front of her blouse. He put his hand on her breast and felt it through the material. He gently massaged her and then reached over and started unbuttoning her shirt. She was trembling and he could sense it. “Are you ok”, he asked.

“Yes, just a little nervous.”

“Do you want me to stop” he asked?

“No. Just be gentle,” she said.

John unbuttoned the second button and then the third and then the rest. He pulled her blouse out of her jeans and pulled it off of her shoulders. She could feel his hands as he pulled her blouse off her and they felt like leather but yet had a gentle feel to them. He kissed her on the neck, behind the ears, breathing on her and kissing her. He could feel her responding to him and he reached around and unsnapped her bra. He gently pulled it off and her breasts swung free. 

Oh god, she was starting to really get turned on now. He reached around and took the wine bottle and held it above her. He tipped it up and she could feel the wine run in drops over her breasts and onto her nipples. He moved his face down and started to lick the wine off of her breasts. She could feel herself getting moist between her legs. He moved down and then put his tongue on the nipple of her left breast. He moved his tongue in circles on it and then moved over to her right breast. She could feel her nipples get hard as he was attending to them. He reached down and touched the waist band on her jeans. He could feel her stomach jump as he touched her. She relaxed and he unsnapped them. He put both hands behind her and slid her jeans to the floor. He got on his knees and lifted her legs one at a time and pulled her shoes off and then slid the jeans off of her legs. 

He moved forward and put his face in the crotch of her panties and nuzzled her there. She could feel his hot breath in her crotch. She knew that she probably had a wet spot on her crotch because she was getting really turned on. John moved up and grabbed the waist band of her panties with his teeth and then slid his hands into the waist of them and pulled them down in one swift movement. He lifted them off of her legs and then stood up. She couldn’t believer it, here she was with a man she hardly knew standing naked as the day she was born. He moved forward and kissed her passionately and moved her back and sat her on the table. He laid her back and then moved his lips down her chin, down her neck, kissing each breast. He got the bottle of wine and poured a little more on her body and started licking it off. First one breast and then the other. He moved down and she could feel his hot lips on her body, moving down, to her bellybutton and then finally feeling his breath on her pussy.

“Mmmmm baby, just shaved it today for me didn’t you doll?” he said.

He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the smooth skin. She shuttered as he kissed her in her most sensitive area. He got down on his knees and moved between her legs. He kissed her first on the inside of the thighs, kissing her first on the left and then the right. He moved his tongue closer to her pussy, licking the place inside her leg, between her thigh and her pussy. God it felt so good to have him kissing and licking her. She could feel the fire in her loins burning and she could smell her pussy juices in the air. She felt like an animal in heat. She reached for his head and guided him to her pussy. She pulled his head and she felt his tongue touch her opening. She shivered and almost came when his tongue touched her clit. “Oh my god, yes baby” she said, yes, touch my clit with your tongue, yes baby, that’s it. Mmmmmmm.” He took his left hand and moved it to her pussy, spreading her lips and exposing her clit to the air. He moved his face in and flicked it with his tongue, and then putting it into his mouth and sucking on it. 

She pulled his head in and held him there, feeling his beard and his face touching her where a man hadn’t touched her in a long time. She could feel her climax starting to build, but so could John, so he pulled his face back and moved up and moved between her legs, rubbing his jeans into her pussy. She could feel his hard cock through them and she could feel the rough denim rubbing into her womanhood. He moved forward and kissed her. She could taste her cunt juice on his face and she loved it. She hand never had a man kiss her after eating her pussy before, but she really enjoyed the taste, a lot more than she ever thought she would. He pushed his tongue down her throat and moved it around in her mouth, letting her get a good taste of her juices. 

John stood up and took her hand and stood her up. He stepped back and looked at her. She was naked and he was standing there looking at her and she was so hot, wanting this strange man inside her. He started unbuttoning his shirt, then unsnapping his pants. He pulled them down along with his shorts in one smooth stroke. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans off. As he stood up, she could see his cock standing out. It was smooth and hard and stood up at a 45 degree angle. He moved toward her and took her by the hand and moved toward the fireplace. When they were standing on the bear skin rug he took her and laid her down on the rug. She could feel the warm, smooth fur touch her back and she could feel it touch her ass and it tickled and excited her beyond belief. 

She could hear the crackle of the fire and feel the heat from the logs and it felt good against her exposed skin. John moved above her and stood with one leg on each side of her. She looked up at him standing above her, his cock sticking out, hard, hot and ready for action. He got down on his knees, putting his cock in her face. She could feel his ass touch her breasts. Theresa knew exactly what to do. She reached up and grabbed his cock and moved it to her mouth. She moved her head up and started to lick the head. She could hear him moan as she flicked her tongue across it. She moved her tongue down the length of his shaft and then back up again. She could taste his precum on the end of his dick and she licked it, savoring the salty taste. He moved forward and she put the head of his cock in her mouth. She started sucking on it, letting the head move in and then moving her head back. She could feel his balls touch her breast as she sucked him. “Oh yeah, suck it baby, yeah. Lick my cock.” Suddenly she let his cock slip out of her mouth, looked at him and she didn’t have to say a word, he knew exactly what she wanted. He stood up and bent over and turned her over on her stomach. He moved behind her and grabbed her hips and pulled her ass in the air.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m doing just what you wanted me to do,” he said. He pulled her hips up in the air and he moved behind her. “Close your eyes baby” he said. He bent down and put his mouth on her butt. He nibbled it and kissed it and ran his tongue all over it. He moved down and she could feel his hot breath on her pussy. He moved in and put his tongue into her pussy, moving it around and then he started tongue fucking her. He moved up and she could feel his tongue go from her pussy and on up and then it was touching her anus. “Oh yeah John, Yes baby, lick my ass baby” she said. John put his tongue into the opening of her ass, and just let it stay there as he reached forward and started playing with her clit. “Oh fuck me John, fuck me Now”!!!!!!

John removed his tongue from her back side and moved forward. He pushed her shoulders down and moved in and she could feel him position himself behind her and she could feel the outside of his legs touch the inside of her thighs. That’s when she felt it, there it was, his cock at the opening of her pussy. “Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me John, fuck my pussy” she hissed.

“Ok baby” he laughed, “You asked for it. With that, he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy and she braced herself as he pushed it in. He moved into her with one smooth stroke and within a second he had pushed himself into her pussy as far as he could go. She could feel his pubic hair against her ass as he stayed there against her ass, buried to her depths. He grabbed her hips and pulled his cock all the way out. He moved it to the opening again. “Come on baby, tell daddy what you want” he laughed again.

“Fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard” she screamed.

John pushed it in, this time slowly and then pulled it out. He started to pump her with a slow rhythm. He reached under her and started stroking her clit with his left hand. He could feel her starting to squirm as he did this. He played with her clit for a minute and then started to fuck her faster.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me” she said as he was pumping her. “Mmmmm baby, fuck me, fuck me hard baby”. 

John started to pump slower now, reaching and putting his finger in her cunt as he fucked her with his cock. He pushed it in as far as he could and made sure it was wet. He removed his finger and stopped fucking for a minute, leaving his cock buried in her. He took his finger and put it in the opening of her anus. He moved it around. “Ok baby, get ready,” he said as he pushed his finger in her butthole. She flinched a little as his finger went in. “Oh yeah baby, Mmmmmm Oh god, yes” she said. He pushed his finger into her ass up to the first nuckle and then resumed moving his cock in and out of her pussy. He ran his finger up and down her back as he fucked her and moved his finger around in her asshole. He could feel her push back into him every time that he pushed in. She was fucking him back now. He could feel the cum build up in his groin and he picked up the pace. “I’m gonna cum baby” he said as he started slamming his cock into her harder and harder. He could hear his hips slap against her ass and he removed his finger from her cunt and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass back to meet his thrusts.

“Oh I’m cumminggggggggggggggggg!!” Theresa shouted. As she was saying this, he could feel the cum well up in his balls and he lost it. He started cumming and blasting huge squirts of cum deep into her pussy. “Oh fuck me baby, fuck me” John yelled as he pumped cum deep into her womb. She started bucking and he could feel the contractions in her hot tight cunt. He continued pumping into her until he could no longer move. He collapsed forward, laying on top of her, his cock still buried in her pussy. They lay like that for a few minutes and then he moved off of her. He lay on his back exhausted and she rolled over and then moved toward him and laid her head on his shoulder.




Theresa's Afternoon Delight



“Oh fuck baby, you were wonderful” she said as she kissed his neck. She started to rub her hands over his chest and kissing his neck. “That is the best fuck I’ve had in sooooo long. You were wonderful.”

John looked at her and smiled, and said, “You weren’t that bad yourself”. Then he laughed and he rolled on top of her and started kissing her passionately. He put is tongue deep into her and soon he could feel his cock start to twitch again. This was the beginning of a long, fantastic afternoon and a great relationship.