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Traci

By: jt123



"OK class, that's it for today. See you all next week." The students of the upper level psychology class began simultaneously collecting their papers and belongings as the professor dismissed them from what had been another utterly boring lecture.

Mike gathered his notes and was looking down into his bag when he felt someone brush against his right arm. He looked up into the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Um, hi there," Traci said with a wide, sexy smile.

He first had met Traci during his freshman year at college when they had been randomly assigned to the same floor of the dorm. They met only a few days into the school year when the dorm held a social event for the incoming freshmen. 

From the moment he saw her Mike had been infatuated with Traci. Her brown hair flowed beautifully off her head in gentle waves and stopped a few inches below her shoulders. Her captivating eyes were a light brown and her face had the most perfectly flawless skin he had ever seen.

Her beauty was almost intimidating and although she was always pleasant to him Mike could never gather the courage to ask her out. He spent much of his freshman year trying to convince himself he could do it only to lose his nerve at the last moment. Still, he enjoyed becoming, if not a close friend, at least a frequent acquaintance of hers.

Traci rushed a sorority at the start of her sophomore year and moved out of the dorm, so Mike didn't see her as often as before. Happily, Mike and Traci had the same major so they still shared at least one class together each semester. During the more boring parts of these classes Mike often would seek her out in the room and daydream about her. 

By coincidence they had both ended up in the same elective psychology class in the first semester of their junior year. "Hi Traci," Mike replied trying not to get lost in her perfect face or glance at her ample tits.

Traci smiled a funny sort of smile and pushed her hands coyly into the pockets of her tight jeans. She began swaying from side to side in a cute, nervous little girl way that Mike found wildly arousing. "So, um, I hear that your birthday is coming up," she said as she continued swaying hypnotically.

It was true that Mike's birthday was about three weeks away, and he wondered how she knew that. "Um, yeah," Mike answered.

"I was thinking it might be fun if we got together and celebrated," she said.

"Great," Mike replied trying to conceal his excitement.

Traci remained next to him and Mike became very aware that her thigh had started brushing back and forth rhythmically against his shoulder. "So have you seen the pairings for the group projects?" she asked.

Mike knew the professor had posted the pairings for the group project before today's class, but he had been running late and hadn't looked at the list before class. This was the second time so far the professor had done this sort of assignment. He randomly paired the students together, posted the list on Thursday, and then made the assignment due the following Tuesday. This virtually guaranteed that the students had to spend their weekend working together on the project.

The last time Mike had been paired with a guy who clearly couldn't have cared less about the class or the project. In the end Mike had done all the work himself and had wasted much of his weekend hanging out with someone he really didn't like. Undoubtedly he would again be paired with some loser and would end up doing all the work himself after being forced to waste his weekend with them.

"No," Mike answered, "how about you? Who did you get stuck with?"

Traci's smile got a little wider before she said, "Looks like we're a team."

"Really?" Mike asked trying to hide his excitement.

"Yep," she said before poking him playfully on his arm. She then added in a teasing tone, "Now you're not going to make me do all the work are you?"

"Never," Mike answered still not believing how well this had turned out. 

He and Traci talked and quickly made plans to get together and work on the project. She had other commitments that night so they decided to get together and work on the assignment Friday night. Normally, Mike hated doing homework on Friday nights but this didn't seem like homework since he would be hanging out with Traci.

They said goodbye and Mike watched her ass as she walked out of the room. On his way out he stopped and picked up the video they were supposed to watch for the project. Their assignment was to watch a taped interview and then analyze it in light of what they had been discussing in class the past few days.

All day Friday Mike couldn't believe his luck at being paired with Traci. His class load was light on Fridays so he spent most of the day looking forward to that night. 

The second huge stroke of luck was that Mike's roommate had already planned a trip home for the weekend, so Mike had the apartment to himself. Knowing this he had eagerly suggested that they get together and work at his place. Of course didn't tell Traci that he did it because he knew they'd be alone. He reasoned it would be more comfortable than the small video booths they had at the library for projects like this and she said it would certainly be better than trying to work at the sorority house on a weekend. With that they decided to meet at Mike's place.

He finished cleaning up about an hour before she was due to arrive and spent the rest of the time flipping channels on the TV. When she knocked at his door Mike hopped up and quickly opened the door to greet her. As she stepped inside he surveyed her outfit.

As usual, she looked stunning. She wore an oversized white sweatshirt that mostly masked her figure above her waist. She wore a tight black skirt that stopped several inches above her knees. Her smooth, creamy thighs and lower legs held Mike's gaze for a few moments before he noticed that she had finished her outfit with simple tennis shoes and short, white socks. As he expected, her hair and face looked fabulous. Her hair was down and her light makeup perfectly accented her natural beauty. Traci always had a way of looking stunning even when she didn't "dress up". 

Mike offered her a drink, which she accepted, and they sat at his kitchen table talking for a bit. "Where's your roommate?" Traci asked looking around the place.

When Mike told her his roommate had gone home to visit his parents he thought he detected Traci making a small smile. Surely she must now know that this why Mike had suggested they met at his place. For a moment Mike felt silly and a little embarrassed but Traci changed the subject and they continued talking.

After a while they decided it was time to start their work. Traci took a seat on the couch and started pulling out some of the notes and paperwork they were supposed to refer to as they watched. Mike put the video into the VCR and turned to see that Traci had left him a spot on the couch right next to her.

He quickly moved to the couch and sat next to her hoping his haste hadn't made his excitement too obvious. He could feel himself getting nervous at sitting so close to her and scolded himself for being so juvenile and silly.

The video was really pretty dull despite the professor's warning that it might be "disturbing". They sat quietly and watched it all the way through before briefly discussing it. They talked about how they could analyze it and decided to review a couple of sections again to take some detailed notes.

As Mike rewound the tape they talked about how the video was different from what they expected. "I didn't think it was nearly as creepy as he made it sound in class," Mike said.

"Yes," Traci answered before pausing and adding, "but I'm glad you are here. I think if I had to watch it alone it would creep me out." Mike felt himself swell with happiness at hearing her say she as glad he was there. There was something else, though, about how she said it that made his cock jump to life.

As he hit the play button he immediately noticed that Traci had shifted and was sitting closer to him than before. He leaned toward her slightly and soon their torsos were lightly pressed together as they sat. They both commented on various things in the tape, but Mike had a hard time focusing on the tape as he very distracted by being so close to her.

Mike figured he might regret this decision but he knew he would never have a better time than this, so he lifted his arm and brought it down around her shoulders. He half expected her to protest or ask what he was doing but instead she leaned into him even further as his arm settled around her.

Their discussion soon ceased and they sat silently watching the video. Mike's heart was thumping and his cock was stirring as he felt her hair and the soft skin of her neck on his arm. He couldn't believe what was happening and wondered what must be running through her mind.

The quickness of her movement surprised him as she moved out of her sitting position. The next thing Mike realized she was sitting on his lap facing him with her legs straddling his. The suddenness of her movement and the intimacy of the position left Mike stunned as he looked up into her face.

Without a word she lowered her mouth to his and they met in a slow, soft kiss. Mike eagerly responded to her kiss and wrapped his arms around her back as they pulled even closer together. Before long he felt her lips part and her tongue brushing against his lips. He immediately opened his mouth and they fell into a hungry kiss with their tongues eagerly dipping into each other's mouths.

Mike ran his hands up and down her back savoring the feel of her even if it was through the heavy sweatshirt. Traci had her arms wrapped around his head and shoulders and occasionally he felt her fingers running through his hair.

Before long he slipped his hands down her sides and over her hips. He moaned from deep in his throat when his fingers touched her thighs. He finally caressed the legs that he had fantasized about for nearly two years. They felt exactly as he had dreamed. They were soft and creamy smooth and he tried to memorize the feel of her as he stroked his hands up and down her legs wantonly.

Mike could have happily stayed like this all night long and, in fact, he had no idea how long they had been kissing when Traci leaned back. She easily glided off his lap and stood before him "Let's go to bed," she softly said. 

Mike quickly got to his feet and stared wildly into her eyes not believing she had said those words. He had fantasized about hearing those words more times than he could count and even as he took her hand and led her to his bedroom he couldn't believe it was actually happening.

As soon as they reached his bed they immediately fell into another wild kiss. Mike's lust was now in control and he no longer cared why this was happening. All he knew was that he was going to live out perhaps his number one fantasy and he wanted to make sure every moment counted.

After standing beside his bed for several long minutes wildly kissing, they crawled together onto the bed and continued their wanton embrace. He let out a moan when he felt her hands grasping his top and helped her as she pulled his top up and over his head. He lay back and savored the feel of her hand rubbing up and down his chest and stomach.

After kissing and fondling lustily once again Mike knew it was time to see more of his dream girl. He slowly and deliberately lifted her sweatshirt in the same way someone would unwrap a long awaited gift. He stared excitedly at her stomach as more and more of it became exposed to his view. 

Once, they had attended the same beach party and she had worn only a pair of shorts and a bikini top. The vision of her in those white shorts and the black and white bikini top was something that had fueled many masturbation sessions for Mike. He knew that her body was hot, but he had never guessed just how hot she was until that party. Her tits were somehow even bigger in the bikini than they had ever seemed before and her stomach was leaned and toned.

That memory, however, was absolutely nothing compared to seeing her naked stomach just inches from his face. She sat up and pulled her top over her tits. She lifted her arms and he pulled it off completely before tossing it off the bed.

They sat on the bed staring excitedly at each other. Mike soon moved his gaze away from her eyes and stared wantonly down at her tits. She was wearing a black bra that cupped her big, soft tits perfectly and created a sexy, deep cleavage.

He stared at them closely for several long moments and tried to memorize every single detail of their appearance. When he looked up at her face again she gave him a wicked, sexy smile and bit her bottom lip softly. At that moment she looked hotter than any centerfold or model he had ever seen and he wished he had a camera to capture the image.

They fell wildly into each other's arms and began another deep lustful kiss. Mike's hands began caressing her back once again and started moving toward the clasp of her bra. He couldn't wait to expose her tits completely to his hungry stare. However, before he reached the clasp he felt her hands running down his stomach on their way to the zipper on his pants.

He leaned back and watched as she smoothly unzipped and then unsnapped his pants. He stood up next to the bed and turned to face her as she sat on the bed's edge and began to slowly push his pants off. Mike moaned when her fingertips caught the band of his boxers. In one movement she pushed them down his legs along with his pants. A few moments later he was standing completely naked before her with his hard cock pointing right at her face.

As much as he wanted to stand there and watch her fondle his cock or, better yet, suck it, he needed to see her naked and touch her body. He crawled back onto the bed and found the zipper on her tight skirt. He quickly pulled it down as she lay back and stared up into his face with exited eyes. He worked the tight skirt off her hips and down her legs and sat back for a moment simply staring at her. Under the skirt she had been wearing a black thong that matched her bra.

He let his hands roam over her for a while and tried to memorize how she looked and felt. Finally, he moved down to her feet and removed her shoes and socks. He lifted one foot to his mouth and began to softly kiss it. Previously the idea of kissing a woman's foot never interested Mike, but somehow right now it seemed to be natural and perfect.

He slowly kissed his way up her leg until he reached up and grasped the straps of her thong. She shifted her hips allowing him to slip the thong off. He pulled it slowly down her leg and tossed it behind him before staring wildly at her exposed pussy. She spread her legs slightly and he noticed that her pussy hair was neatly trimmed into a tiny triangle that pointed down at her pussy lips.

He leaned down toward her intent on sucking on her sweet pussy for as long as she would let him. However, before he could reach his destination she pulled her thighs together slightly and stopped his face with her hand. "Not yet," she whispered, "you haven't finished unwrapping your present."

As she spoke she shook her shoulders from side to side causing her tits to wobble teasingly under her bra. Mike watched excitedly as she reached behind her back and opened the bra. Mike reached out and pulled the bra off her before immediately lowering his mouth to her bare tits.

They were the perfect combination of soft and firm. They felt feathery and delicate under his lips but seemed to hold their shape perfectly despite their large size. She moaned softly as he continued to lavish his attention all over her tits. He kissed and licked her all over her soft skin and then concentrated on sucking and licking her nipples until they were standing out hard and tall.

He continued sucking and licking at her tits for a long while and loved the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her bare legs and side. They stayed like this until Traci sat up and they rolled over until Mike lay on his back with her sitting over him. Mike lay flat and stared up at her face and at her tits as they hung down temptingly over his chest.

He moaned when she leaned down and began to kiss his neck teasingly. She continued kissing and softly licking him and began to slowly move down his chest. He groaned at the feeling of her lips and hands as she caressed him and also at the way her tits felt as they brushed over his stomach. 

Traci moved to his nipples and began to lick and suck at them. Mike groaned at the surprising sensation this generated for him. He had never really though of his own nipples as an erotic area before but now with Traci's mouth wrapped around them he found it wildly exciting.

She continued kissing and licking her way down his stomach and stopped only when her lips reached the edge of the pubic hair surrounding his hard cock. Mike groaned in anticipation of her taking him into her mouth and was surprised when instead she sat up and looked down at him with a wicked smile. "Want to try something really kinky?" she asked.

In this situation Mike would have agreed to anything and eagerly answered yes. "Great," she said as she moved to the edge of the bed and stood up with a sexual grace that Mike found hypnotic. "Don't move," she teased as she disappeared from sight.

She was gone for a while and Mike could hear her moving around in the apartment. His mind was reeling trying to guess what she had planned. Was she going to come back with handcuffs or in some sexy lingerie?

When she did step back into the doorway she held one hand behind her and smiled wickedly at him as he stared at her in wild anticipation. "Help me take off the sheets," she said as she walked to the edge of the bed. Mike got up and when he turned and looked at her again she had already set down whatever she had been holding. Together they pulled off the sheets until nothing covered the slick, shiny material of his mattress.

"Perfect," she purred as she crawled back onto the bed. Mike followed her and they met in another wild embrace. Traci parted it and pushed Mike down onto his back. "Ready?" she asked.

She didn't wait for an answer and leaned down to retrieve the item she had brought in. Mike stared excitedly as she lifted a bottle of cooking oil and began to unscrew the cap. "You game?" she asked as she shook the bottle teasingly before him.

"Yes," Mike gasped. Seconds later she began pouring the oil onto his stomach and chest. She set the bottle down and began rubbing the oil all over his torso until it was coated with a slick layer of the oil. She repeated the treatment on his legs and arms and then rolled him over and stopped only when his entire body was coated in a healthy layer of the glistening oil.

"Your turn," she said as she handed him the bottle and they traded places.

Mike instructed her to roll onto her stomach. He wanted to start with her back so he could finish the application by massaging the slick oil all over her tits. He poured a large amount of the oil in a line up and down her spine and started to enthusiastically massage it all over her. He loved feeling her soft, smooth skin under this fingers as a thin layer of the slick oil coated her. His fingers seemed to glide along as if guided by their own lust as it seemed to take no effort at all for his hands to pass over her.

When he finished completely coating her back with the oil he asked her to roll over. The top of the mattress was already heavily coated in oil, and Traci slipped some as she rolled over. Mike also slipped as he started to massage her shoulders and arms. 

Instead of this lack of control being frustrating it only further added to the erotic scene because whenever they slipped their bodies would rub together. As exciting as feeling her with his hands was it was nothing compared to how her oily body felt when it rubbed against his chest or when his hard cock rubbed against her.


Traci



Traci, Age 32...Single...Business - PR....

I met Traci at Maria's lingerie party. She was one of the ladies who enjoyed her night of adventure playing a game called "Suvorov's Vodka." I distinctly remember her because of the sexy sheer bra and panty set she wore from a well known lingerie store where I shop as well. Traci portrayed herself as a conservative woman, but that night at Maria's party she became just as slutty as the rest of us. Another game we enjoyed at Maria's party was "condom crazy" where you had to cover the courgette using only your mouth, and there was nothing conservative or sophisticated about her that night or the morning after when the girls and I talked about having another wild party soon.

However on this particular day, she was every bit of the classy chick who demanded respect. I didn't notice Traci right away and it wasn't until I heard her laughter that I knew it was her. It was the same laugh I recalled from the night of Maria's party. I thought at first she might have hit a bar for lunch with cocktails because of the nervous laugh but then I realized it had something to do with the gentleman with the brief case.

She only has contact with high clientele people. Which are men and woman that invest millions of dollars with the company she works for. She is a woman who's good at what she does and never apologizes for kissing some client's ass to make her boss and the company successful. So I waited until she ended her conversation with the customer before walking over to say hi. Traci knew me right away and invited me to her office for a chat. She indeed was a woman in command. The wall in her office was filled with business school certificates and a Master's Degree she was definitely a woman on a mission. Traci offered me a drink from the mini bar in her office. I declined and reminded her about the last time we had drinks together and how it ended the next morning with Nicole's feet across my back.

We shared sparkling water as we reminisced and laughed about the fun times we had at Maria's lingerie party. From that night on we kidded ourselves saying we were "Conservative Girls Gone Wild" and promised to make the next party better than the last. We lost track of time until Traci's assistant buzzed her phone to remind her she had a conference call in thirty minutes. She thanked her assistant and we ended our conversation. I knew she had to prepare for the call so I promised to talk with her later.

We said our goodbyes and I left. As I started to walk through the revolving doors of the building I heard someone call out my name; it was Traci. She caught up to me and asked if we could have another girl's night out later that evening at a posh little bar and grill joint that went by the name "Tom's" a few blocks from her office.

I said sure, and then asked Traci if it would be ok to invite Nicole and a few other girls' for the evening. She said yes and she was looking forward to tonight's plans. .

I called Nicole gave her the 411 and told her to pass the word to Julie and the other girls and meet me at the bar around seven thirty. Nicole said ok; as if I thought she would decline.

The visit with Traci had left me famished so I went home and prepared a light snack and took a catnap before meeting the girls for drinks and dinner at the bar.

After my nap I called Nicole and asked if she was ready for the evening plans. I also asked her if she remembered the petite lady with the platinum blonde hair name Traci from Maria's party. She told me she did and had talked with Traci a few times since the party.

"Why?" Nicole asked.

"Well, she invited us to join her at this bar and grill joint a few blocks from her office. I also asked her if it would be okay if I invited a couple girls to hang out. So I was going to invite Julie, Maria and Yvonne but the only three who could make it was Julie you and me. Besides I remember Tracie telling us at Maria's party that she travels in small groups and avoid entourage crowds."

Nicole wanted to know what I was wearing to the bar. I told her probably a pair of black skinny jeans with a pink halter top and a pair of kitten heels. I was not in the mood to wear a dress to a bar and grill joint. I only wore dresses for special occasions preferably to a club or a house party. And this was no party it was just a few girls hanging out at a bar joint for drinks and girl chat.

I asked Nicole to call Julie and invite her because I was running behind time and had to meet Traci at her office and from there we would meet the two other girls at the bar.

When I saw Traci I knew right away it was her. The platinum blond hair was piled high on top of her head. She wore this body conspicuous one piece black pant suit exposing her 36DD breasts. If I were a guy I would definitely ask to suckle the big breasts that stood out proudly on her chest.

Damn Girl you are hot hot hot I said as I walked up and embraced her. Traci laughed and said I was hot and sexy too. You know if I were a guy, I would have to ask in a polite way of course if I could pop one of those nipples into my mouth. I said.

And I would say yes if you allowed me to suckle on your perky nipples as well said Traci. We laughed aloud as we walked to the bar to meet up with Nicole and Julie.

Nicole outfit left nothing to the imagination her ensemble was a sheer one piece designer garment. Instantly the cool breeze caused her nipples to harden.

"Oh my Nicole I love your outfit." said Traci.

"Thanks Traci but I love your outfit even more so don't be surprised if you catch my fingers pinching those bubbies before the night is over." Nicole warned.

We all laughed and turned our attention to Julie. I had to ask the question, that I knew Traci and I both wondered. What the hell are you wearing, Julie?

Nicole said she had asked Julie the same question when she first saw her.

Julie wore the spitting image of the Schoolgirl outfit Britney Spears modeled in the music video "...Baby One More Time"; pigtails included.

Julie thought there was nothing wrong with what she had on and proceeded into the bar as she flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare ass to us.

"Oh Hell no." said Traci, "We got to fix this trick now. Girls walk with me to my office I keep a spare outfit in my office for emergencies and this would definitely be one of those occasions."

I volunteered to stay with Julie to make sure she would not be group groped by the men in the bar as Traci and Nicole headed off to Traci's office for an outfit for Julie. I couldn't help but think of Julie's school girl outfit as an invitation for men to pay a great amount of money to tap that ass. And a fine ass she does have.

I saw Julie standing by the juke box as I entered the bar. Drink in her hand, her body swaying to the tunes on the juke box. She was already on her second white Russian; the first dead soldier resting in peace on the juke box; and she became more seductive in her moves with each sip from the alcohol. I knew it was time to intervene before she got out of hand and end up eagle spread on the pool table in the back room of the grill. I found a booth next to the bar and sat Julie down while we waited for Nicole and Traci to return. It wasn't long before they arrived. Traci and Julie went to the ladies restroom while Nicole and I ordered a round of drinks for us.

I advised Nicole that Julie had two drinks previously and we need to monitor her booze intake. We knew Julie could handle it but we weren't there to give the men an impression that we were sluts for the evening; at least not with them anyway.

When Traci and Julie returned to the table...Julie looked like a totally different woman. Traci had pinned Julie hair up into a bun; she dressed Julie into a white blouse, and a black mini skirt with thigh high stockings, a garter belt and a pair of four inch purple pumps. I thought the first outfit was safer. We all laughed when Traci showed us the black bra she brought, Julies A cup boobs would never fit Traci's bib boulder holders.

The men in the place went crazy over Julie's makeover. We received applause after applause with a few whistles thrown in and for the rest of the evening our drinks were paid for by the horny men in the bar.

We entertained the men that evening with our smiles, the revealing clothing, seductive dances, and great conversation was their reward for the free drinks and the well behaved approach as gentlemen. However, the men were a little embarrassed by the hard on we gave them from the scantily clad clothes we wore. And so we left them with an idea before leaving the bar. They should each go home and give their significant other a good slow fuck courtesy of the babes from Tom's Bar and Grill.



Traci and Alex, and Bobby, and Bikes



I stopped the car at the front of the house, turned off the engine and looked at the clock. Quarter to eleven. 

"Not bad," I mumbled. It had taken me two and three-quarter hours to drive from my flat in Chester to his house somewhere north of Lancaster. Actually it had taken two and a half hours to get to the gate and another fifteen minutes to get up the private drive to his house. At least I hoped it was his house. I was useless at directions so I had a Satnav system to get me to places and more important to get me back home again. It was beautiful here though and if this was his house…well it was big…actually it was fuckin huge! Better be careful what I say, he doesn't fuckin swear…come to that he doesn't fuck!

We had met just the week before at a boat show in North Wales. I was working as a model meeting and greeting rich punters on board a luxury yacht. Good money for lying around in a bikini. Not my usual work though. My day job was modelling clothes and underwear for mag's and brochures. I had always longed for the catwalk but at five feet four inches tall I had no chance. So I'm wandering around the show on a fag break. There were a group of people looking over the end of a short wooden pier just as I was about to light another ciggie. At that moment a diving mask and snorkel landed on the pier and this hunk of a man dressed from head to toe in a bright blue and orange rubber suit pulled himself up some steps, giving me a full profile view.

"Jesus Christ!" I said dropping the cigarette. He had quickly removed the air tanks from his back and pulled down the tight hood from his head. Oh my God… I do love a man in rubber! And what a man…and what a dick…and what an arse! 

A big black dog with a big waggy tail stood at the side of the car looking at me. I quickly pulled down the sun visor and stared into the mirror. Hair…ok, lashes…ok, pouted lips…gloss needed. I scrabbled through my bag, grabbed one of many and liberally applied, before stuffing it into my leather jacket pocket. I kicked off my driving sandals and zipped up something more appropriate. At that moment I realised that my black latex knickers were starting to itch in a very precarious spot. I checked to see if anyone was watching before wading in with my long nails and sorting the matter out; giving my newly waxed and over heated pussy region a quick seeing to. The knickers were part of a matching set; bra, knickers and latex tights. Well if he was into rubber suits maybe these would help break the ice? I had stuffed about half a ton of talc down them just to get into the buggers, but looking at them now they were worth it. Crotchless tights with skimpy knickers barely covering my swollen lips. I let my hands wander; gently caressing my small but perfectly formed rock hard upturned tits. I took a deep breath as my middle fingers circled the outline of my erect nipples. I checked that my short cropped T-shirt and much shorter soft leather mini skirt were in place before opening the car door and swinging my legs out; dropping my black leather knee length boots and four inch heels onto the gravel.

"Fuck!" I tried not to shout but big black dog had stuck his big black freezing nose straight into my crotch and licked. "Happy now?" I asked patting him on his head. He gave me one of those doggy looks and sat down like he was waiting for the main course. I could here some music coming from the back of the house. "Do something useful and go tell your dad I'm here, ok?" Needless to say he didn't; just kept looking at my knickers. I stood up before turning back into the car, grabbing my holdall and jacket before looking over my shoulder to see 'Blackey' eyeing up my bum. "That's enough for you young man or woman; whatever you are… lead on." I pointed in the direction of the music.

Before locking the car I opened the boot and took out my riding crop that I slid carefully down my right boot. "That's for you," I told the dog, "if your naughty, and for your dad if he's very good." I patted it before following my new friend around the corner of the house and onto a cobbled drive that led towards the even louder music. 

I had only just slipped a B&H between my lips when the path opened up into a large courtyard. Alex was stood with his back to me holding a hosepipe blasting a jet of water at a monster of a black motorbike. Attached to the bike was a sidecar shaped like a bullet. Behind the first bike were two more bikes glistening in the bright sunshine and again fitted with very different looking sidecars. To the left of the bikes was an enormous garage with one of two doors fully open. Just in front of the garage stood an old looking portable radio blasting out some even older sounding tune. Anyway less of the f&f's and more of the man I had travelled all this way to see. His dark brown wavy hair flicked over the collar of his grey and white lumberjack style shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows showing off his strong well tanned forearms and his strong but gentle hands. Oh yes he had touched my hand on one of our regular coffee breaks at the show. I can't ever remember being as quiet; just sitting there puppy eyed listening to his stories. It turned out that Alex had lost his entire family at the age of seventeen. He raced motorbikes and was at a meeting in Scarborough. His mum, dad, sister and grandma were on their way to watch him race when their car was in an accident and they were all killed. I had cried myself to sleep every night since he told me the story. Since the accident he had filled his life doing anything and everything dangerous. Five years in the Royal Navy had taught him his diving skills that he now used as an instructor. He was also a qualified skydiver. The only thing he hadn't done well apart from making love that is was racing motorbikes. So how could somebody twenty-five years old and this beautiful be a virgin? Well even he didn't know other than to say that his mum had told him to be patient in love matters and that he would know when he met the right girl, and when it was the right time. Alex explained that he had filled his life so completely that he never really had the opportunity to reflect on the why's and why's.

I'm stood as if in a stuppa staring at his wonderful bum presented perfectly in his tight denims. The jeans dropped down to a luscious pair of knee length shiny black wellies that had been turned down an inch at the top. Rippling black rivers topped with milky white waterfalls…I gasped for breath as the blood surged around my body. I was fingering myself, rubbing away at my bulging clitoris when Blackey barked and Alex turned round.

"Hello Alex," I flattened my hand over the give-away bulge. "Have you got a light?" I slipped the cigarette carefully between my lips and tried to smile.

"Traci? What are you doing here?" I looked at my watch. "You said you would come around lunchtime."

"No actually you suggested I should come around lunchtime. I didn't say when I would arrive."

"Well a call might have been nice…I mean look at the state of me; unshaven, dirty jeans, wellies."

"Oh Alex the wellies are just fine…believe me they're hot!"

I dropped the hosepipe and quickly switched off the radio before turning to look at her…and what a sight! She was nothing like the girl I had met in Bangor. The skinny little girl in a bright red bikini and matching high heel shoes. Now her jet-black hair was tightly pulled back into a ponytail while the rest of her was… 'Catwoman'? Well her mischievous green eyes were the same, and her almost mean looking downy mouth…loaded with another cigarette. Oh yes and those slim but muscular legs that were somehow bow shaped. Actually more bow shaped than before in these shiny black leggings and kinky boots. She stood toes together with her right ankle pushed out like a naughty little girl being scolded. Yes it's definitely Traci! 

"So how do I look?"

"You look ahhm…nice."

"NICE?…FUCKIN NICE?"

"No…you look lovely…you know…beautiful but…different from the show." I fought to find the right words.

"Beautiful will do to start with… Kiss?" I gave him the slow catwalk approach, showing off my assets. Alex leant forwards and gave me a peck on both cheeks. "Call that a kiss… I'll fuckin go now if that's all I can expect?" Really all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off, jump up legs apart and impale myself on him. Right now I would settle for a proper kiss. Alex squatted a little, puckered his lips and slowly advanced towards me. I tilted my head, opened my mouth and as we made contact rammed my tongue into his mouth while grabbing two handfuls of solid arse; digging my nails in as far as I could. Alex jumped back with a stunned expression on his face. "Nice to see you too," I laughed at his reaction. "Do you know that was our first kiss? My God I'll be shagging you next! Light?" I replaced the fag in the centre of my more pouted than ever lips.

"Traci – Bobby - Bobby – Traci."

"Don't worry were already fully acquainted; he's a better kisser than you as well." At that point Bobby or Blackey decided to lie down and pretend that he was going to sleep.

"Before you have your cigarette you can do me a favour. Be a good Traci and dry the seat and tank on the Vincent for me." I pointed to the bike that I had just hosed down. "There's a leather and towel on the AJS," I pointed again. "I'll pop in and make us a cuppa and clean myself up…ok?"

"Expresso?"

"Sorry will strong and black do?" Traci nodded her agreement. 

"Comb your hair, wash your Dick, do what you like…just make sure your still wearing those rubber boots!"

I nodded my agreement.

I watched her grudgingly wiping down the bike and thought back to our time together in Wales. She was different to anybody male or female that I had ever met before. She was delicate yet exceptionally strong; vulnerable while appearing confident. She definitely had no inhibitions well sexual anyway. She could and would say the most shocking and extraordinary things as if they were matter of fact like. From anyone else her language would have appalled me but coming from her it seemed natural and acceptable. Most amazing though was her ability to keep me completely off balance, just like her arrival today. I had given her my address and phone number along with an open invitation to visit any Saturday around lunchtime. When she knew I had a collection of motorbikes she had invited herself to come and have a ride, being as she told me, an ex-biker herself. It appeared that during her time at college she had owned a 125cc Honda. One thing I did know was that from the time I left the boat show, without saying goodbye, to the present moment I had thought about her constantly. During the week I had even had a 'sticky' shower; not at all in my usual script. Maybe because Traci was so open and honest it had allowed me to talk; something I hadn't been able to do since my family died. It was like opening the floodgates; it all came rushing out. She took it all so well. I could see in her beautiful dark green eyes and gestures that she genuinely cared; yet take the sting out of it by telling me how much she admired my 'Big Nob' and what she considered doing with it. Just like the advert she was definitely 'Naughty but Nice'! Ah well better go out and face the music.

"I've dried the saddle and the leather jacket…"

"That leather jacket as you call it protects the petrol tank…"

"Let me finish…I've dried the leather jacket and the handlebars and this huge penis-like kick-starter pedal with this thick black rubber condom thing that I'm now going to jump on and fire this monster up!" I stood on the footrest and swung my left leg over the saddle and sat down. "Here do something with my bag," I swung the holdall towards him.

I quickly put the mugs of coffee down on the cobbles and threw her enormous heavy bag over my shoulder then firmly grasped her waist and lifted her off the bike.

"One thing at a time young lady…drink your coffee and smoke your ciggie; that bikes too big and I'll fire it up for you!" I knew before I had finished the lecture that I had said the wrong thing.

"Oh you think so do you?" Try and keep calm Traci I told myself. "Lighter…matches…boy scouts?" Again I positioned the fag. 

"I'll take your bag in the house. You should find some matches in a jar on the work bench just inside the garage." I pointed to the bench. "There's a box of candles and an old oil lamp in case of a power cut."

"Hmm, think of everything don't we?" I said sarcastically.

"What's in this soddin bag…bricks…lead…what?"

"Toothbrush…bits and pieces…girlie things…"

"Toothbrush…are you staying somewhere?"

"I'm not staying 'somewhere' I'm sleeping here…in your fuckin bed! Where you are staying is…up to you."

"I'm supposed to be skydiving tomorrow morning…it's booked."

"Then go skydiving. I'll stay here with Blackey…or Bobby and play with the motorbikes."

"I'll give them a ring and cancel…ok?"

"Suit yourself," I concluded with a satisfied smile.

When she smiled and she just did she could light up a dark room. I skipped into the house dropping her bag on the kitchen table. "Yahooooo!" I whispered.

"Oh Alex!…Alex! What are these?" I held both hands in the air.

"Rubber gauntlets for changing the oil. Don't tell me…they're hot?"

"Are they? Don't you think they match my outfit?" I posed again hands on hips.

"Just make sure they're clean." "They look filthy to me…wow!"

"You know what I mean." She rubbed both hands with the towel before sliding the middle finger of her right hand slowly between her lips. Then sticking out her tongue she flicked at the end of the finger. "God, what are you like?"

"Come on cuppa and a ciggie." I took off a glove took out another cigarette and placed the two between my lips.

"Oh no…I don't smoke."

"You used to, you told me remember…when you were at school?"

"A long time ago but not now."

I faked to strike the match on his stubble. "So where can I strike this?"

"Anywhere apart from my face."

I placed my hand on his shoulder, lifted my left boot and struck the match on the sole before lighting both cigarettes. "Here," I said placing one between his lips. He looked defiant and quickly took it out. "Go on, you don't need to inhale. Anyway I don't want you saying that I smell like an ashtray do I? Go on…one puff…please."

Alex slowly put the fag back to his lips and took a small drag. At that point I grabbed his balls! The explosive cough was sufficient to wake up Bobby who started to bark. "See it's easy, isn't it…just like old times." I said trying to run away.

"You bugger Traci!" In my attempt to grab her I managed to kick over my mug of coffee. She didn't get far and with my arm locked around her wasp-like waist I picked her up and pulled her hard against me.

"Oh yes please big boy…Grrrr!" For a moment I thought that he was going to take me there and then...and then Bloody Bobby stuck his nose in again and Alex put me down. "Bobby remember what I said." I patted the crop stuck out of my boot. "Sit!"

"Ok Bob," I gave him a tickle. "She doesn't mean it."

"Doesn't she?" I mumbled walking back to get my coffee. I leant against the black monster bike and took a mouthful followed by two long drags on the fag. "Ahhh," it worked wonders. Alex was actually smoking his cigarette.

"So what's that sticking out of your boot?" Traci slipped the riding crop out of her boot and tapped it repeatedly against her leg.

"I told your dog it was for him if he was bad and for you if you were very, very good."

She did that sexy pose again with her cigarette; taking a long slow drag on it and allowing the smoke to drift out of her open mouth and up her nose before gently blowing the smoke out through her mouth and nostrils simultaneously. I tried and failed badly.

 "So these are the bikes you were telling me about? When you said bikes I thought you meant real bikes…you know? Honda…Kawasaki…Ducati? Not these medieval things with prams attached.

"Well Traci believe me these are real bikes, about fifty years old I'll grant, but still real bikes. They were my dad's bikes, he collected them and when we were kids he used to take us out for picnics. Me and sis in the 'pram', mum and dad on the bike and life was…gentle? No actually life was exciting. So which one do you want to ride?"

"That one," I pointed to the black iron horse with the black bullet sidecar.

"Thought so. That's the Vincent Black Prince with Steib Sidecar. 1000 cc's of attitude…a real beast of a motorbike. Ideal choice for a seven stone twenty two year old girl."

"Stop being fuckin sarcastic and move," I pushed past him heading for the beast. "What do I do with the fag?"

"Just throw it in the bucket." I threw my fag end in and held the bucket for her. " Just what are you proposing to do with the Vincent Traci?"

"Kick it up?" I asked equally sarcastically.

"I don't think so…and certainly not in those boots…not really designed for the job are they?"

Alex had pissed me off, but even I knew that trying to fire up my old 125cc Honda in these boots would be difficult. "Ok you must have another pair of wellies lying around somewhere."

"Sorry Traci but mum and sis's boots were thrown away years ago. Look I'll start the bikes and hopefully you'll be able to ride them…or," I wasn't sure what her reaction would be to my next suggestion. "I could ride and you could sit in the pram?" Bad decision. Traci's face turned white with rage.

"Fuck that!" I went for the bike. "Now watch and learn…this 'little girl' could kick-start a fuckin Jumbo Jet! And when I've started it …then Alex I'm going to kick-start you…deal?"

"We'll see" I replied quite confidently? "Wait a minute…wellington boots in the sidecar. Dad bought the AJS Series 31 combination from a guy who had stashed these wellies in the sidecar under the back seat." I pointed to the boots that I was wearing. "I think there was another box, you know, 'his and hers'?" I opened the door of the Busman sidecar and lifted the seat. There it was an old brown cardboard box with the original Co-operative shoe shop sticker; faded now but still in tact. I pulled off the lid and found a pair of white woollen socks. "Here have some wellie socks," I passed them to Traci who was eagerly looking over my shoulder. I lifted the course paper wrapping and there beneath lay a brand new fifty-year-old pair of rubber boots. I lifted one out and peeked inside. "What size are you Traci?" 

"Six!" I felt like a kid again on Christmas morning.

"Seven!" I confirmed like we had just won at Bingo. "Good job the wellie socks were in then."

Give them to me Alex," I said pushing him out of the way. I grabbed both boots and hugged them, sliding my hands up and down the sensual rubber. "Traci's wellies, they're a present aren't they?" I kissed them before kissing Alex. 

"Try them on first and see if they fit and calm down your getting all flushed." Traci was getting red blotches on her neck. She was just like a little girl in a sweet shop. Eventually she stopped cuddling them and stood them next to her boots.




Traci and Alex, and Bobby, and Bikes



"Look they're taller than my boots and these have four inch heels." I placed one boot alongside Alex's wellie. "They're bigger than yours!"

"Mine are turned down, but they'll drown you." Traci leant on the Vincent and unzipped both boots and placed her whip on the handlebars. She held up her right leg. 

"Be a gentleman."

In pulling off her boot I couldn't help but notice two distinct mounds looking at me through the confines of the tiniest pair of black rubber knickers. Traci must have seen the look on my face.

"Do you like them…are they getting you hot? You're certainly getting me hot…these wellingtons are getting me hot. Maybe I used baking powder instead of talcum powder but I feel like I'm baking bread down here." I loaded my middle finger with saliva and slid it slowly up and down the middle of my bulging crack. My juices were gushing and my clit was ready to explode. "I'm saving the doughnut for you. Do you want a peek?"

I dropped her boot, grabbed Traci and slapped her bottom. "God your naughty," I whispered into her ear then kissed her gently on her neck. I was starting to get hot and sweaty and dizzy and very horny. I had never ever felt remotely like I did now and I hadn't a clue what to do about it. I think Traci felt my hands shaking.

"Quick give me a sock."

She slipped her foot into it, pulled the sock up to her knee before folding it back down again over her calf. She then took the wellie and slid her foot slowly down, deeper and deeper until her knee disappeared. She repeated the process with the second boot before standing in full pose. 

"Perfection or what?" I did my catwalk for him before squatting down and hugging them again. "They do stick into the back of my legs a bit." I stood up and felt the back of my thighs. I was too hot so I took off my leather jacket and threw it over the saddle.

"Where's she gone Bobby…Have you eaten her you bad boy?" Bobby jumped up with a look of bewilderment.

"Very funny Alex. Tell you what, I feel bigger. They are my 'power boots'…I could definitely kick-start a Jumbo Jet in these beauties. Why do they not make wellington boots like this anymore?"

"They're beautiful…you're beautiful," I confirmed getting my first glimpse of her small but magnificently shaped breasts that fought to escape the confines of her skin-tight badly ripped T-shirt. "Now turn round and put your foot on the kick-starter pedal."

Alex supported me as I forced my foot up onto the pedal. When it landed he wrapped both arms around my waist and carefully turned down the top of my rubber boot about two inches at the front tapered to an inch at the back. It had created a deep hollow just under the turndown at the back of the wellie that hugged the back of my leg. I relaxed and leant back into him, massaging his bum with both hands. I could feel his dick pulsating inside his jeans. "Are you standing to attention for me Alex…we had better do something about that."

"Next!"

"Yes sir!" I lifted my other boot for him to dress. After returning my wellies to terra firma I turned and pushed him against the bike. "Don't say a word!" I ordered him. I slowly eased down his zip and teased my fingers around the base of his rock hard erection. "Thanks for my present…"

"You don't…"

"Shhhh," I put my left hand over his mouth. "It isn't for the wellies…this is for me…I really want to do this." Alex's face looked tortured and I desperately wanted to put him at ease. "I used to be a sword swallower in my spare time." I bit my bottom lip and gave him a wink…now to give him a wank. The men I had been with before would by now have two handfuls of hair pumping my face hard against their sweaty groin. Not Alex, he didn't know where to put his shaking hands. "Hold tight Alex were going in!" I smiled while prizing out his erection. "Oh Alex…Alex…Alex…that is fuckin gorgeous!" And it was. It must have been eight inches long and straight up like the smartest guard on parade. And the width of it…my eyes almost watered at the thought of it. "Listen Alex if I were Prime Minister I would pass a law that forbid you ever to hide that 'tower of delights' away." I leant over the saddle and grabbed a cushion off the sidecar seat, dropping in at his feet. "I'm going to kneel down now and say a prayer and thank him for what I am about to receive…ok?" I gently spread his legs and knelt down between them.

I sat there spellbound. Traci had carried me away on a magic carpet and I sure as hell didn't want to fall off now. She had told me not to speak… just as well as I couldn't speak. Every sinew in my body was on fire. It wasn't an attraction I had for this girl…I was in love with her. I wanted her more than I had wanted anything in my life. I wanted to pull her up and cuddle her but that was all I knew to do. No, if this was what Traci wanted then I wanted it to…actually I needed it…I longed for it. Her hand was so gentle as it moved slowly up and down my shaft; her eyes locked onto it then flicking up momentarily to see my reaction. I groaned and grasped the bike seat with my hands. When her eyes dropped back down she parted her lips stuck out her long slender tongue which she circulated around the groove between the foreskin and helmet. Now she opened her mouth and completely engulfed my bell end and sucked hard, her sunken cheeks more sunken than ever. I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose. Again she looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. Oh my God…Bobby! I looked and fortunately he was lay down in the shade.

Deeper…deeper, I had to force his cock slowly to the back of my mouth and on into my throat without upsetting him too much. I constantly checked on his reaction while pushing on. I started to gag but this was a natural occurrence. From here on in I needed to position my head and neck over his cock so had to abandon the eye contact and go for it. Coughing and gagging I soon forced Darth Vader's Hood deep into my throat, saliva now dripping off his balls and onto his jeans. I slipped my hand under his balls and started to gently massage the fluid into them. As my throat became accustomed to his cock, by slowly bouncing my head up and down on it I could start to fuck him. Before long I could feel him fucking me back his muscles seizing with every pelvic thrust…faster and faster. His body went into spasm and he tried to pull me off but I was having it all…down my throat. I slammed my head against him and held it firm, his cannon starting to explode…cumming…cumming…cumming…more and more…the fuckin lot! Alex cried out and grabbed my head. 

I came back from a place I hadn't been before…heaven I think or as close to it as I would possibly ever get. Traci was locked onto me, motionless and I wasn't sure if I had killed her, choked her, even suffocated her with one of my climactic thrusts. Then suddenly she wretched and her head pulled back until she was left cradling the end of my cock between her lips. Her right hand went to work draining the last hot juices from my balls. She smiled and winked. Bobby who had been sat eagerly spectating the event now walked over and licked Traci full on the lips.

"Too late Bobby, I've done it," I patted him on the head.

"Has it all gone…" I pointed to my mouth.

I held the tip of my index finger against my chin and drew a line down over my throat and on down finishing at my stomach. "Yummy!"

I lifted her up and held her tightly against me before looking deep into her affectionate eyes. I kissed her long and hard our tongues playing a game of tig.

"Better do something with that," I looked down at his still rock hard dick. And while your there put the kettle on, I could murder a cuppa and I'm 'gagging'…" 

"No wonder…I thought I'd killed you."

"Gagging for a fag…it's not that big!" He faked a sulk and forced his cock back into his jeans.

"Traci I'm not much of a host am I? You haven't seen the house yet. Do you want something to eat?"

"Thanks for asking but I've just eaten." I started rubbing my stomach. "No honestly a coffee will do." I watched him shake his head and turn towards the kitchen door Bobby in pursuit.

Good time to replenish the lippie. I loaded a B&H and a couple of matches between my lips, hung my jacket on one of the wing mirrors, picket up my crop and slid it down inside my left boot. Rubber gloves on, now let's have a look in the old mirror propped inside the garage. I had noticed it when looking for the matches. I posed in front of it checking out my new rubber boot look and I was impressed…sexy! Double sexy! "These boots were made for fuckin and that's just what they'll do! Come on Traci let's go kick some bike!"

I checked in the window to see if Alex was spying on me. He wasn't so headed straight for the first bike in line. I held the saddle while pulling up my left boot looking for a place to strike a match. Too much wrinkly tread on the sole so decided to plant my foot on the kick-starter and try striking it up the seam at the back. Third attempt and it cracked into life. I took a long drag and inhaled deeply before standing on the footrest. I swung my left foot over the saddle and sat down. Now how to fire this old bugger up? I looked at all the levers on the handlebars and all the knobs and piping under the petrol tank and decided just to give the thing a bloody good kick. 

I stood at the kitchen door holding two mugs of coffee and watched her attempting to kick over the 750cc V Twin BSA. What a picture! Fag in mouth, black rubber gauntlets, black rubber tights and black rubber boots…a mass of shiny black rubber all in motion. Except there was no perceivable motion…well no kick-starting motion anyway. "Problem?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

I glared at him while trying desperately to force the kick-start pedal down. "No…no problem; my friends called me the 'Kick Chic', because I'm an expert at it…I told you that I could kick-start a…"

"Jumbo Jet…yes I know." I walked over with the coffee. "Traci can you kick-start one in gear?"

"Fuck off Alex…why did you leave it in gear?"

"God you look gorgeous when you're angry…here coffee."

I lifted my left leg back over the fuel tank, took the spare fag from behind my ear, "Watch and learn," I told him slowly pulling the match up the back of my wellie. "This time," I ripped it up again and it exploded into life just below my turndown. I lit the cigarette and handed it to him. "Here you need to relax now and conserve your strength for later."

"Go on then Traci…what's happening later?" She knew I couldn't resist the invitation. 

"Well now I'm going to fire up these two bikes and then as a prize…wait for it…I'm going to kick-start the big black one and kick-start you at the same time."

"So why do I need the energy? It looks like you're going to be doing all the hard work."

"Just wait until I've got you going and warmed you up a bit."

"Well I hate to say it but you won't be firing up any bikes unless I give you a few tips on kick-starting British bikes." I had a puff on the ciggie and passed it to Traci. "Observe please." I turned to the AJS.

He wasn't, but sometimes he could appear a real pompous arse. Speaking of arses I positioned myself slightly behind Alex to get a perfect view of his derriere. I was trying to pay attention to what he was saying…honestly!

"Kick the bike from the side…more control!"

"Always put pedal in your instep…doesn't slip!"

"Hop up…squeeze de-compressor…stand up…don't hold handlebar with left hand…allow gravity…"

"Six to eight short kicks…throttle open!"

"Never take your foot off kick-starter!"

"Open fuel tap…tickle carburettors…turn engine over!"

Fuck me I'm horny! While he is tickling carburettors I'm tickling clit! Actually I'm rubbing away like a nympho, my eyes locked on his wellington boots! His kicking boot was a mass of sparkling black ripples running up and down and side to side. Deep troughs and craters are formed at the back as he constantly changes the angle of attack. Long slow kicks, short thrusting kicks and finally long breath-taking kicks that fired the bike into life. Fuck me I'm going to explode! 

"Ok Traci…are you happy with that?" I revved the engine for her.

"Fuckin ecstatic! Alex I need a pee!"

"Through the kitchen…turn right and it's straight in front."

While he's pissing about with the bikes I need a piss…and some ice to cool me down and a glass of cold water…with ice! 

I'm sat on his bog and for a blokes bog it's strangely very nice in hear. I hardly ever have orgasms but I came close then and that was just watching him. "Oh my beautiful wellies," I ran my hands up and down the warm tactile shafts of rubber…more ice needed. I was turned on to rubber about four years ago at college. It was a friend of mine called Anna, later to be known as Kinky Anna. I had given her a lift back to her flat on my Honda. I noticed her staring at me while I was giving the bike some wellie trying in vain to kick the bugger up. It turned out that Anna had a collection of twenty or more pairs of wellington boots in all colours and sizes. On top of that she had a range of vibrators, strap-on dildos, whips, handcuffs and nipple clamps enough to make any girls eyes water, and believe me she did! She had always looked so delicate, gentile and shy, but that look couldn't have been farther from the truth. Once started Anna was like a girl possessed. No tender girlie foreplay with her either; she liked it hard and rough. The tears along with my first orgasm came with me on the floor tied up doggy fashion. Anna was riding me with her pink Hunter boots wrapped around my thighs in some sort of wrestling lock; her heels pressing on the back of my wellies pinning my legs down. She was now free to hammer the monster strap-on deep into my vagina while pulling herself on 'cowboy-style' holding a handful of my hair. The grunting noises and verbal filth coming from her sweet innocent lips was mind blowing. Part way through the ordeal she lit me a cigarette and placed it between my lips where it stayed until I felt my lips burning. As bizarre as it seemed at the time, with the aid of her well lubricated fingers I ended up screaming and wondering if I had peed the floor. Yes Anna certainly opened my eyes to the charms of rubber boots, taught me how to smoke leaving the cigarette dangling between my lips and even gave me a crash course in deep-throating big rubber cocks. Well that's what you go to college for isn't it, to learn something? I flushed the loo clicked the press-studs on my rubber knickers, checked my face and hair and set off back ready for my action man.

I looked through a part open door and saw a large bright green framed photograph stood in the centre of the dining room table. I quietly opened the door and crept in. The photo was taken with Alex sat on a Suzuki racing bike in his blue and white racing leathers. He looked so young with a mass of long wavy hair, but still with that gorgeous boyish smile and those stunning dark blue eyes. Around the bike were a group of people that I instantly realised must have been his family. His mum and dad on one side looked so proud and on the other side his younger sister and their grandma. Tears were dripping onto the table and my hands shook uncontrollably. Was I looking at the last picture of them together? I quickly wiped the table with my arm and ran back to the bathroom.

"Have you missed me?" I walked back over to Alex carrying a large glass of Coke that I had found in the fridge.

"Are you ok, you've been a long time in the loo?"

"Sure, I've just been checking your fridge looking for a cold drink." I tried not to look into his eyes. "I could murder a fag; want one?" Alex was sat side-saddle on the BSA. I held out the packet.

"Absolutely not." Traci shrugged her shoulders, slipped another cigarette between her freshly glossed lips before firing up the match and lighting up. "Traci as a child did you by any chance have a dummy?"

"What sort of bloody question is that?" I took a drag removed the cigarette and blew the smoke into his face.

"It's just that you seem comfortable with something in your mouth." I tried to laugh realising what I had said.

" Didn't here you complaining before."

"Come here." I lifted her gently onto my knee. "Are you sure you're alright, you look tearful?"

"It's the smoke from the ciggie…it got into my eyes." Even my voice was shaky.

"Yes I did miss you…give me a kiss and a big cuddle." Her luscious lips met mine and I waited for her tongue to probe into my mouth but it didn't. She kissed me so tenderly so seductively I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs. I wondered if she could feel my erection through my jeans.

"Steady boy." I stroked his bulge. "And I missed you too." I slid off his legs. "Ah yes…the AJS?" I picked up the rubber gauntlets and walked to the bike. "You haven't left the bugger in gear again have you?" 

"Would I do something so trivial?"

"It's in gear!" I pulled on the gauntlets and lifted my right boot onto the kick-starter making sure that the rubber fit snugly in my instep. I hopped up and bounced trying to kick the engine over. "Gears?"

"One up, three down." God I'm awful.

"Typical!" I climbed back down. I dropped my toe and my wellie 'popped' as I slid it under the gearshift. Clutch in…ease it up…'click'…again…'click'…again…nothing. Toe over…my wellie 'popped' again. Clutch…stamp. "Good." Foot back on kick-start…heave with right leg. "Nothing!"

"Try the de-compression lever, next to the clutch…"

"I know, you showed me before…now it's my turn thank you!" I hopped up again before squeezing the lever and bingo, it worked. I had time to take a long drag on my ciggie as I floated gracefully down in a long arc. My fall was accompanied by a long raucous hiss from the bike. "It sounds as if he doesn't like me!"

"He doesn't like anybody trying to kick him up. Just take your time and be careful. He can kick-back. When you give him a proper kick make sure you keep your leg bent. I don't want to be pulling you off the roof!"

"Ha ha…very funny. If he kicks me you won't believe what I will do!" I pulled the crop out of my boot and slid the loop over my hand. "Let's see who wins! Now AJ…"

"Yes!"

"Oh I forgot…you're AJ aren't you?"

"AJS if the want the whole title…Alex Johnson-Smythe."

"Alex Johnson-Smythe from Lancashire? You're fuckin kidding right?"

"Nope, that's my name…honest."

"Right AJS I'm going to enjoy this even more." I gave the saddle a crack with the crop. "You're a slave to my new wellington boots…and I'm on top!" Alex smiled and folded his arms. I started with a series of short thrusting kicks with the twist grip fully open. AJS grunted his defiance with every kick. I kept all my weight on his phallic dick as I leant over the saddle and opened the fuel tap. Locating the priming needle I injected him with fresh petrol, tickling his carburettor until it started to ooze out onto the cobbles. I let his dick rise a couple of clicks and then let my wellie go to work stiffening him up, eventually going rigid. Now I could stand on it. "Bucket!" I shouted taking the last drag on my ciggie. Alex obliged. "Sit down again and watch." Just a gentle jump was enough to kick him over, a puff of grey smoke wafting from the exhaust. Up three clicks this time; I repeated the process. "Ok," I let him up to ten to the hour and started to heave with my thigh muscles until he went hard. I jumped up onto him and pulled back on the twist grip. I leant forwards and squatted over the petrol tank and held the pose. Throwing my left boot up and back I transferred my weight back and down through my wellie and onto his cock. It gave way under the assault as I slammed it down against the stop. His heart started to beat momentarily as I snatched at the throttle. As another cloud of smoke burst from the exhaust he died on me. Not to worry I was just warming to the task. I don't know why but I pressed up the lever on the handlebars and let my thumb pump him with more lotion while my rubber boot slowly, relentlessly teased him until he went stiff pointing due North. "Alex! Ciggie and matches please."




Traci and Alex, and Bobby, and Bikes



"No you can have one when you've done it…sorry me…whatever…whoever!"

"Alex!"

"Ok, have it your way." 

"I am…thank you." Three times I exaggerated striking the match up the length of my wellie before it fired up. I wanted him to watch what my boot was going to do to his namesake…in the name of lust! "This time," I confirmed repeatedly rolling my boot over his rubber prong my wellie playing the 'popping' tune. Up I went assuming the position of dominance and froze. Two long pulls on the cigarette I inhaled as deep as I could before blasting a cloud of smoke from my nostrils, like a bull ready to charge. I fired my leg back and dropped hard onto him with a massive kick. As my wellington bounced back from the stop his heart fired. Again I whipped my wrist at the throttle, the rubber slapping against my arm. There was a 'Crack'! The engine over-ran and kicked-back. While my leg was being thrown back up a cloud of hot spent gasses blasted from the air intake. "Fucker!" I threw my left leg over the saddle while Alex did his best to cover his mouth and stop the laughter.

"I told y…"

"Shut it Alex…I know what you want." As my right hand flogged him with the crop my hips went to work fucking the saddle and petrol tank and my rubber boot went to work bringing him back to rigid. "Now you're going to cum for me!" I stood up tall and proud on him and screamed my attack. I savaged him with a stunning kick! He 'Gasped' louder than my scream! His heart fired up as my right hand touched, teased and tormented him…I literally 'Throttled' him into life! I kissed my hand and transferred it to my rubber boot. "We did it!" I looked at Alex and took a long slow drag on the fag. "One down one to go, then it's your turn." I lay on the tank and revved the engine.

"Traci the 'kick chic'…good name…well done." I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I feel knackered just watching you. Come on we need some lunch and you can check your mobile. You must have a hundred messages by now." I remembered the show and how she was constantly receiving calls and texts on her mobile.

"Fuck the calls, anyway I left my mobile in the car…on purpose. I told everybody I was up in the Lakes…you know…no signal…fuck em!" While Alex squeezed the de-compressor, stopping the engine I got off the bike and slid my arms around his neck. "Alex we can have lunch later." Now I whispered in his ear. "I've just got warmed up…sorry no I'm hot, very hot and what I want is you…inside me, deep inside me. I want your lips to make love to my lips and your tongue to make love to my tongue. I want your fingers and hands to make love to my breasts and my nipples. I want your body and legs to cover me, and your sweat to lubricate me. And more than anything in the entire fuckin world I want your beautiful rock-hard penis to penetrate my pussy…deep, deep into my pussy. Alex I want you to make love to me. And I want us to cum…together." I kissed him tenderly and waited for his reaction.

Well I certainly sighed deeply watching her watching me. "I want all those things too. Now?…Where?"

" Like I said before the deal is that I kick-start the BSA. Then I kick-start you and Vincent and then…"

"I can make love to you!"

"Yes!"

"Except…"

"Go on what's the problem?"

"Except the BSA is…how can I put it…a bit of a grumpy old sod. Listen the BSAY13 was built in the 1930s. It hasn't been run for a while and well, it's got a very heavy flywheel. It's more a war of attrition if you know what I'm babbling about?" I shook my head. "You need to take your time. You need to listen to it and tickle it and tease it, but at the right time. If you tickle when you should be teasing old grumpy sod there will certainly let you know…and it's not a slap on the wrist. It's 750ccs of grumpy git!" Traci lifted her right hand and faked a yawn. " Ok so your going to try…so …suggestions. The heavy flywheel…you'll need to double kick…watch." I went back to the AJS. "Once you've found compression…made him stiff…ok? Bounce once…that should release the flywheel, then immediately kick hard…double kick!" I'll do the choke for you but you need to be gentle with the throttle control. Your gripping to hard… and don't snatch…try to caress?"

"I can do gentle and I can caress…just you wait." I half emptied the glass of coke then burped. "I've never made love to an old man before." I don't know why I said that but Alex looked upset. "I'm sorry Alex…I'm just going to show him Traci's feminine charms.

"Like the burp?"

"Like the burp." Good, he smiled. "He's certainly wearing a thick rubber." I grabbed the kick-start rubber and tried to turn it. "That shouldn't slip off." Alex shook his head and laughed. I had to lift my leg as high as I could to force my wellie over the pedal. "That is a whopper of a kick-starter, eh? Alex…"

"I'll get you one." I took one from the packet and lit it for her. "Here, you might be glad of that thick rubber before you've finished."

I was already gliding slowly down to the longest loudest snoring sound. "Bloody hell, is he always that loud?"

"Just wait until he wakes up you might need ear plugs!"

"I love it…it's sexy!" I started to kick the engine over but what a struggle. AJ felt like my little Honda compared to this old beast. The noise started to make me giggle. "Sounds like he's got a chest infection…better give him some fluids." I opened the fuel tap before fingering around his groin area and locating the large sprung knob. My thumb went to work soothing his dry throat.

"Don't flood him just yet. The choke lever is set so you're ok to go."

He stiffened up at quarter to the hour and I climbed onto him. I jumped up and tried to kick him but simply bounced back up again. "Sorry…double kick…now I remember." I took a good drag on the ciggie, bounced once and then dropped again ramming my boot through. Old git coughed!

Ten minutes later I was going deaf but still no reaction from 'dead man snoring…coughing and wheezing' beneath me. I decided against the crop; what would have been the point? 

"Try the valve-lifter with a slow kick and caress the twist grip, then listen and feel for some reaction."

"What reaction exactly?"

"You'll know when it happens."

"Good something to look forward to then." Now I was being as sarcastic as Alex. "Come on old man, Traci's going to give you a little wellie therapy." I popped my left leg over the saddle and started to heave my boot down onto him… back to the top and gently down again. This time I pulled at the twist grip and part way down the kick I felt and heard a small explosion. The tiny kick-back made my wellie tremble.

I heard a feint choking noise and saw her rubber boot bounce back, tiny ripples rolling up the leg. "Traci kick it …hard!"

"While Alex was saying it I was already dropping onto it as hard as I could. There was a rumbling noise and vibrations through the seat. I just couldn't help myself and snatched at the throttle. The rumbling stopped. 

"Now you can flood it, but don't…"

"I won't… I promise. Kick it hard…caress it…squeeze it gently…agggggh!" I dropped my left foot off the foot pedal and onto the ground. My right thigh was aching and I needed to summon up all my strength to kick him slowly while my thumb again pumped new life-blood into him. On my third long heave he again kicked-back at me. I let his huge member back to the top and double kicked him to perfection. Again I had turned on the vibrator. My right gauntlet gently tugged at him...he coughed and died. "Shit!" Shear rage made me kick him again. Half way down the kick old git decided he'd had enough and back-fired. I screamed more in shock than pain. Alex was there in a flash.

"Are you ok…how's your leg?"

"Alex I'm fine…don't fuss." My instep was killing me.

"Take five Traci and have a fag…we'll both have a fag…I'll light you one."

"You have a fag, I've got work to do!" Alex jumped back. I closed the fuel tap, pulled in the de-compression lever, opened the throttle and kicked him over more than a dozen times. "Ok let's start again." 

The rest was easy. Old git succumbed to my charms with my first real kick, a cloud of blue smoke signalling his surrender. I gave him a kiss on the petrol tank before revving him and climbing off. "My bloody foot!" I leaned against the bike and held my right foot.

"Your like a dog with a bone, Traci…you just don't give up do you? Come on sit in here." I picket her up and carried her into the kitchen. "Let's get your boot off."

Having sat me on a chair he took off one wellie pulled off the sock and looked puzzled. "You'll have to take them both off and then my rubber tights." He removed the other boot and sock.

"Now what?"

I stood up lifted my skirt and forced my thumbs inside the top of the tights. As I slowly started to pull them down I noticed Alex turn his head away. I had caught my knickers and was pulling them down as well. "Alex you have to help me!"

"Pull your knickers back up."

"For goodness sake you're going to see me soon anyway." I pulled my knickers carefully into place. "Ok you can look now!"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Pull them off stupid! But slowly…don't rip them." I watched him carefully teasing off the thin rubber, revealing my red and white blotchy legs. He stood holding the tights between his forefinger and thumb.

"Bucket?"

"I'll bucket you! What do you think it is…a used Johnny? Just drop them on the back of the chair. Have you got a towel I need to wipe off this talc?" While he was in the bathroom I checked my foot. It was sore but definitely nothing broken. He handed me a large bath towel.

"Will this do?"

"That's great." I soon removed all the blotches. "My foot's ok, but it still needs kissing better. It should smell good after being inside a double rubber." I lifted my leg and pointed my toes towards him. He cradled my foot gently then took my big toe into his mouth and sucked. His tongue danced around it and his eyes burned deep into mine. He finished by planting a soft kiss on top of my foot. 

"I have some cream for muscle pains." I went to the medical drawer and found it. "It doesn't smell and it should help. Here you can put an ankle sock over it for now." 

"Thank you kind sir." I stood up and gave him a kiss. "Speaking of rubbers, Alex…do you have any preference?" Now that had to be the daftest question of all daft questions…he's a virgin for fuck sake! Sometimes my stupid mouth makes ME cringe!

"Rubbers, meaning condoms? No…no preference. What do you suggest?"

He seemed to accept my balls-up ok, so I went with the flow. "Ribbed are good…black ribbed? I think I have some of those."

"I have some condoms as well." I took my wallet from my back pocket. "In hear I think." I didn't think I knew.

"You have some condoms…since when did you have condoms?"

"I bought a packet this week from the local chemist."

"You bought them specially for me…Alex, you bought condoms because I was…?"

"Yes!"

"I threw my arms around his neck. I love you Alex Johnson-Bloody-Smythe, I love you!" I jumped up wrapping my legs round his waist and kissed him and cried. 

"Why are you crying?"

"Don't ask…just hold me."

Alex held me up for what seemed like an eternity. Certainly until the throbbing ache returned to my instep and realisation kicked in that we still had things to resolve. Better still we had to resolve that things needed to be kicked! "Socks and wellies."

"No way Traci. You can forget about kick-starting the Vincent…I'm serious."

"Perhaps not Vincent but definitely Alex." I bit his ear and released my leg lock. I think Alex got the hint, disappearing quickly into the bathroom. By the time he got back I had donned woolly socks and rubber boots and was just turning down the tops. "Do they look ok without my tights?"

"Better than ever…very sexy…you certainly know how to turn a man on."

"Are you being sarcastic again?"

"No honest they do look sexy on you."

"Hmmm…ok…let's go." I took his hand and walked out to the bikes. "Where's Bobby?"

"He likes to sleep round the front of the house in the shade. I can shout him if you want."

"No he's fine round the front…on guard…asleep…eyes closed." Ciggie…go on have one with me…please…good." I placed it between his lips and loaded mine. "Sit on the bike Alex." He did as instructed. I got the cushion from the sidecar and placed it carefully corner-ways over the flat dashboard arrangement, tucking it neatly inside the windshield. "Perfect." Alex's intrigued look never changed. I took two matches from my jacket pocket placing them between my lips and walked back round the bike. I slowly slid the riding crop down my right boot and picked up the long rubber gauntlets before turning my back to him. "Unhook my bra please Alex." He carefully lifted my T-shirt and undid the three hooks and eyes. Within seconds I slid the bra through my sleeve and threw it into the sidecar. "Ah, that's better. Do you want to blow or should I?" I pulled at the neck. I let go and brushed my boobs with both hands releasing a cloud of stale talcum powder. "Ok move back a bit so I can get on. You have the back footrests and I'll have the front…for the time being anyway." I put my hands on his thighs and carefully cocked my right leg over the bike and sat down facing him. Now I slowly slipped both hands into the gauntlets, making sure that they were snug by interlocking my fingers and pushing my hands out towards him. Finally I lifted my left boot onto Alex's knee, located both matches in the seam at the back of the boot and slowly pulled them up the entire length of boot. On the second attempt I dug the heads into the rubber, and the matches exploded into life. I shielded the flame while Alex lit up before lighting my own fag. I took a long satisfying drag on it. "God I love the smell of burning rubber in the morning."

"Traci, it's the afternoon now."

"Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?" I lay back on the cushion with both wellington boots planted firmly on Alex's thighs, giving him a perfect view of my pouting vagina lips. "So Alex…what are you going to do to me?" I started to gently massage his cock with my wellie.

She was doing it again, putting me off balance. I looked down at her foot teasing me, making me hard and making my blood surge and my head spin. At the same time she throws me a question that I can't answer. Alex get a grip! "I'm going to kiss your beautiful breasts, and bite your wonderful…gorgeous bum. What are you doing down there?" I held her foot still for a moment. "Traci I can't think straight!"

"Awe poor Alex…getting excited?" I dropped my left boot onto the kick-starter and started to crank it. As the bike responded with a series of deep sighs my right foot went back to work on his dick. Alex took a drag on the cigarette, inhaled and threw the fag away.

"Traci…Traci…Traci!" I slumped back onto the saddle.

I seized the moment! Taking two long pulls on my fag I jumped up onto the kick-starter pedal kicking it through. With my left hand pinning him down I struggled with my rubber glove to unfasten his belt and zip before tugging at his boxers and releasing his tower. Before he could say anything I spat a mouthful of saliva over the shaft and started to massage it over his full erection. Shocked, Alex's head tilted forwards. I dropped onto him, kissing him and biting his lip. I suddenly pulled my right knee up as far as I could and looked to see my foot connect with his cock, my right hand positioning it into my instep. As I slowly kicked it down Alex moaned. "Hold on Alex…they never start first kick." I repeated the slow kick about six times. "Just making sure I have compression." This time as I kicked it for real Alex gasped! As my foot shot off the end of his dick I grabbed two hand-fulls of shirt and ripped it open. "Ok Alex, now you can fuck me!"

Traci constantly shocked me and knocked me off balance but what she had just done stunned me! But why should it? With my limited experience of all things sexual why should anything shock me? At least I knew we were alive and… KICKING! But I was on fire and wondered just how long I could last? She had made sure that I was started, now it would be a fight not to finish. I nearly asked her why she had ruined my shirt and that my mum had bought it for me, then decided against it. "Get back on your side! It's my turn now and you've got me mad!" There, that told her, pushing her back onto the cushion.

"Oh Alex you're so scary…not!" Having found his footing he hung over me deciding how to take his revenge. He clumsily pushed up my T-shirt and started to massage my left tit. After sand papering it with his rough hand he looked at me, possibly seeking approval before trying to spit on the nipples. I tried to look shocked and it seemed to spur him on. Now he was sucking them and at last my juices were starting to build. "Alex, my knickers…pull them off…pull them hard!" As he grabbed them I lifted my bum off the saddle and they flew away without tearing. He looked nervous so I thought I would help him relax. "Alex you've been diving and sky-diving and now you're going 'muff-diving'"

"Traci do you always have to be so course? I'm not experienced at this…"

"It's not going to bite you…well there aren't any teeth in there are there?" I showed him my teeth and giggled. "Relax you might enjoy it and I certainly will." I pushed him back so that he could get a proper look at my pussy. Using both hands I pulled open my crack. "The little cannon at the top is my clitoris…my baby cock and it's going to need some serious thumb and tongue attention." I tickled it with my rubber finger, then slid it down burying it into my pussy. "And my vagina is in serious need of eight inch dicking…after you've kick-started me that is!"

"And how am I supposed…?"

"Get your fuckin wellie up here! Ok kick-it …slowly. Oh God that feels good. Harder…harder…faster…faster…agggh…ok! Now give me your finger and thumb." I liberally loaded both with heavy saliva and dropped his hand into place. "Push it in Alex…push it deep in and finger fuck me." His lips made contact with mine, possibly I considered to stop me giving instructions…he was flying now and doing just fine. "Kick up the bike Alex, I mumbled between kisses. Please kick up the bike and make it groan."

There was a joke that one of my mates in the navy had told me about making love while multi-tasking but I couldn't remember it. I couldn't remember anything except my finger deep inside her. She was warm and moist and soft and beautiful. With every push it seemed to respond by sucking me in …deeper and deeper…like warm, wet quicksand. My thumb gently pushed at her clitoris that now perked up, erect…while all the time Traci's breathing became heavier and louder…much louder.

"Kick it Alex…Kick it! And lick it, then put your tongue in." I lifted both legs and draped them over his shoulders. I hadn't realised just how long his tongue was and how quickly he would master the art but he was bringing me to the boil fast! As I hand wanked his cock my feet kicked at his back like a child having a tantrum. "Oh go on…more…more! Kick it Alex…kick it!" Quick Alex…where's the rubber? Come on we need to get you dressed!"




Traci & Jim



Can there be a better holiday than Christmas? Schools are closed. Most people are off work. And you get presents. Then there's the food. But for me, the presents were always the thing.

I'm twenty now and have, for a few years, had to accept the fact that some people are going to buy me clothes because they have no clue what music I listen to or what video games I play. But that's OK. Sometimes clothes are cool, too.

In fact, clothes indirectly led to the best Christmas present I ever had.

Last year I got home from college the week before Christmas and settled in for a relaxing couple of weeks at home before I had to return to school. My brother, Jim, was also home. He's twenty-two and in grad school.

We get along great. Always have. He'd make fun of me when we were growing up, but at the same time he always protected me and even lied for me if he had to just to keep me out of trouble with our parents.

When I was sixteen and he was old enough to go places I couldn't, I was jealous. Of course, I always hated his girlfriends. He's getting pretty serious with a girl now, but they aren't engaged. Yet. I know I'll just hate it when they get married. He's mine.

When I date, it's usually no coincidence that it's a guy who reminds me of Jim. Tall, thin, smart and kind to me. The problem last year was: I wasn't dating anybody at Christmas and might have been feeling a little sorry for myself.

We went out a couple times just to get food and something to drink. Maybe it was more just to get away from our parents. But I appreciated the fact he would spend time with me.

And he still seemed to like me. It felt good when he put his arm around me or kissed me on the cheek. More than once I masturbated with him on my mind, although it had been a few years since I'd accidentally seen him naked. I suppose I exaggerated his appearance in my daydreams, but I didn't care.

We have a tradition in our family of opening one present each on Christmas Eve and then the rest on Christmas Day. So we waited for Jim to get back from a party at a friend's house and then gathered around the Christmas tree.

I never opened the absolute largest gift early, saving that for the morning. This time I reached for a rectangular present that almost certainly had to be clothes. I figured I'd get it out of the way early and save the good stuff for Christmas Day.

That's when I noticed it was from Jim. As I was taking off the wrapping paper I was trying to remember the last time he had ever bought me something to wear. I couldn't ever remember it happening.

I opened the box and lifted the tissue paper inside. I saw Jim watching me, even though he was opening his own present at the same time. Under the thin tissue paper was a piece of soft, pink silk. I lifted it by the straps and saw that it was a short, silk camisole.

It really was beautiful, with a low cut neck and lace across the top.

"Oh, wow," I said as I hung it in front of me, holding the bottom flat against my stomach.

Everybody looked and my Dad gave a long whistle of approval.

"Wow is right," Mom said. "Who's that from?"

"Jim. Thanks," I said, turning towards him.

"I'm very jealous of the guy who will get to see you in that," he said. "I hope it's the right size. Take it back if you want."

"Never," I said. "I love it."

By now, everybody had opened their one gift and was looking at what everybody else had received. I folded the camisole and gently put it back in the box, feeling the silk on my fingers. I couldn't wait to try it on.

I always found it hard to buy stuff for Jim and I'm sure it was the same with him for me. But he had outdone himself this time and I knew I was going to love wearing his present. All I needed was a guy.

An hour or so later we were about ready for bed. I took my box with the camisole and headed upstairs. Jim and I had rooms upstairs, while our parents had a master bedroom on the first floor. I had always liked this arrangement, especially when I was the only one home and didn't have to share the bathroom with Jim.

Once in my bedroom, I pulled off my sweatshirt and jeans. I looked at the box on the bed, but decided not to try on the present just yet. Instead, I walked across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door.

I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my shoulder length brown hair a couple times. I wasn't real tired and decided to take advantage of the big bathtub, a luxury we didn't have at school.

As it was filling, I removed my underwear. I imagined the camisole hanging over my breasts, the lace covering just the lower half of them. I wondered if the day would come that any guy would ever want me. Before getting totally depressed, I sat in the hot water and leaned against the back of the tub.

About ten minutes later, I was considering getting out when the bathroom door opened. I turned my head and instinctively put my arms across my chest. One hand held a washcloth and it barely concealed a breast from my stunned brother's view.

"Oh, geez. I'm sorry," he stammered, and started to leave.

"No. Wait. It's alright," I answered quickly, giggling at the same time. I pulled my leg up and over the other one to cover myself a little better. "If you just have to pee, go ahead. I've seen worse."

I hadn't really, but was feeling a little excited about showing him this much of my body. He had on boxers and looked better without a shirt on than I had remembered. I reached for the shower curtain and pulled it so that I could not see him any more, although most of my legs must have still been visible.

"Here. I won't look," I said.

"I don't believe this. You're perverted," Jim said sarcastically.

I heard him close the door and walk to the toilet, followed quickly by the distinct sound of a man peeing. I wished I could see him and put my hand on the edge of the curtain.

"Don't even think about it," he said.

I laughed. "What are you doing looking over here? You're going to miss."

"I've done this before," he answered.

I thought about that for a minute, not knowing if he meant peed before or peed while watching a girl in the bathtub.

When he was done, but before he could escape, I said, "Hey, come over to my room in about ten minutes. I have something I want to show you."

He said, "OK" and punched the curtain in toward me. "Nice legs," he said, and the door closed behind him.

I hurriedly stepped out of the tub, dried off and brushed my hair one last time. I wrapped a towel around me and went back to my room. His bedroom door was open, but Jim was not in sight. I closed my door and threw the towel in the hamper.

I stood naked by the bed, staring down at my present. I lifted the camisole out of the box before carefully placing it over my head. The soft material fell over my shoulders and down my body. My arms rose to catch the straps and the camisole hung in place.

I looked down at my breasts and the lace that only just covered their tips. I looked in the mirror and caught a side view of my body. Even I was impressed with the manner in which the camisole highlighted my breasts, until now not my favorite part of my body. Below the bottom of the silky material my hips and ass shimmered in the room's light.

I only took a second to look, before hurrying to my drawer and pulling out a pair of thong panties that rarely got worn. But tonight I thought they were appropriate.

I slid them on and positioned them with my fingers; thankful I had shaved in the morning. It was about the sexiest I had ever felt. All I could do was hope Jim wasn't embarrassed or felt uncomfortable when, or if, he came to my room.

Five minutes later I heard a soft knock on my door. I moved over to my dresser, which would cause him to have to enter the room a little to see me.

"Come in," I said nervously.

To my surprise, Jim was still in his boxers with nothing else on. He walked in, looked around until he saw me and stopped.

"Wow. Traci, you look great in that," he said. I followed his eyes as they traveled up and down my body.

I timidly crossed one ankle in front of the other, thinking for some reason that would hide something. In fact, I felt the front of my thong cling even closer to my pussy and my anxiety rose another notch.

"Thanks. I wanted you to see it," I said, when I really meant I wanted him to see ME.

I managed to take a couple steps toward him and his eyes locked on my breasts. My hands crossed in front of me, just at the top of my thong. If I looked as nervous as I was, he had to be able to tell.

Jim pushed the door closed behind him, which sent a new ripple of unease through me. I looked at his muscular arms and chest, down to his thighs and calves. He was no athlete, but he worked out often and played enough pick-up games of football and basketball to have kept the fat off.

Likewise, he glanced at every inch of my body at least once by the time I stood a few feet in front of him.

"Now you don't have to be jealous," I said softly, "because you were first."

I ran a finger across the top of the lace over my breasts. "Do you like it?"

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Very much."

Our eyes met for an instant.

"I'll let you get to bed…," he began to say, taking half a step backward.

"No," I said firmly, taking a full step ahead. "Stay for a minute."

I reached out my hand and took his, pulling him closer. My arm moved as if I had no control over it, lifting our hands until they were inches from my right breast. Then I pulled his hand to my body and placed it on the side of my breast.

I truly could not believe my own actions…or the electricity that shot through me when he touched me. I dropped my hand, expecting him to do the same.

Jim's hand stayed on my breast. Then it moved. It moved higher until it was off the lace and onto my skin. I watched as it moved once more. This time lower and inside the lace.

When his fingers crossed my nipple, I closed my eyes and sighed. He stopped, but I didn't open my eyes. My mouth opened slightly and my tongue ran over my lips. Jim moved his entire palm over my nipple and squeezed gently.

His fingers seemed to melt into my skin as I felt him knead my breast a second time. I never wanted the warmth I felt to leave me.

I looked down at his side and took his other hand, raising it to my left breast. Without hesitation, he lifted both breasts nearly out of their lace covering. He applied pressure, but never hurt me. I loved the way his hands wrapped around me and moved my breasts up and down.

When I sensed he was about to move his hands away, I pulled the straps of the camisole off my shoulders and let them slide down my arms. The thin material slipped across my stomach and over my hips. In an instant, it lay at our feet.

"Traci, I don't think…," Jim started to say.

"Shhh." I wouldn't let him say it. I lifted one foot out of my camisole and kicked it aside with the other. While doing this, I moved until our bodies touched. Or at least until my breasts hit against his chest.

I looked up at his eyes and smiled. At the same time, I pressed my hips forward until we met.

That was the first time I realized how hard he was getting. The front of his boxers extended out until rubbing against my skin. I wanted to feel him, so I put my hands on his ass and pulled him closer.

Slowly, I put my lips on his. Jim moved his hands to my waist and we kissed gently. Simultaneously, our mouths opened and our tongues met. At that point, I knew I wouldn't be able to pull back.

I put my hands inside the back of his boxers and squeezed his ass. He kissed me harder. My hands moved around his waist inside the boxers and came together at his cock.

How long had I been waiting to feel this? I was reluctant to admit to myself how long it had been. But I knew I didn't want to let go now.

Apparently, Jim didn't want me to. I felt his cock twitch and grow harder. It throbbed in my fist as I wrapped my fingers around it. My head was on his shoulder now and I wanted to see the near rigid cock I held in my hand.

If he was going to stop me, it was at this moment. My hands gripped the waistband of his boxers and I fully expected him to pull away or tell me to stop. I lowered the boxers and let his cock spring free. No movement—no sound—from Jim.

I leaned down and pushed the boxers even lower. Finally, I was kneeling in front of him, lifting the shorts over his feet and tossing them aside.

I brought my hands back up and ran them lightly over Jim's cock. I cradled it in one hand and felt the warmth. It was just about fully erect now and I wanted it badly.

I was afraid to kiss it, like I wanted to, for fear he'd decide we finally had had enough fun. So I stood once more and held his hands.

To my surprise, he said, "Kiss me again."

I gladly did and he put his hands on my back. I felt his cock press against my stomach while he moved his hands down to my ass. His fingers caressed my cheeks and I tasted his lips and mouth.

Jim broke off the kiss and I was afraid that was the end. But he said, "Will you take off your thong?"

I just smiled and pulled it down, backing away from him as I did. I saw him gaze at the small strip of hair around my clit before I bent over to remove the thong. I turned slightly so he could watch my ass as I pushed the thong lower. I threw it on top of his boxers and stood back up, feeling his eyes on my entire body.

"Lock the door," I whispered.

As Jim turned to reach for the doorknob, I got my first good look at his naked butt. It was just as nice as I had expected and I couldn't wait to hold it again.

I stepped toward my bed as he locked the door. In the dim light of the room we could barely make each other out. But I knew he could see me as I climbed into the bed and lay on my side, gesturing for him to join me.

The expression on Jim's face was hard to decipher. He wasn't smiling, but it wasn't a disappointed look, either. Maybe you could call it resolute, as if he had determined to do something and nothing was going to stop him.

I watched his hard cock spring up and down as he approached the bed. I wasn't one hundred percent sure what we were about to do, but I knew somehow I was going to make him cum. And I think he was ready.

He lay down in the bed next to me. I hoped that he wouldn't talk first—like ask me what I wanted or even IF I wanted. I just wanted it to happen. Apparently, so did Jim.

He rolled into me and forced me onto my back. The feel of his body thrilled me as it pushed into me. When I looked up, he was hovering over my breast, his body half on mine and half on the bed.

Jim's mouth slowly fell into it touched my breast. First, he kissed my nipple. Then he took it between his lips. Finally, his mouth engulfed as much of my breast as it could and he licked wildly.

Chills ran from my nipple to my pussy. His hand was on my other breast, squeezing it as he sucked and licked me. My moans only seemed to encourage him.

I felt his hard cock against my leg just before he rolled onto me. It pressed against my thigh, so I spread my legs slightly. Soon it was rubbing against my cunt and up towards my clit.

Jim lifted his head slightly and said, "Do you want me to…"

"Oh, yes," I said.

He laughed quietly as my hand found his cock and stroked it. I quickly placed it at the entrance to me cunt so there could be no doubt.

I wasn't as wet as I might have been had he kept licking my nipples, but I was ready for him. My legs fell farther apart and he cautiously pushed the tip of his cock into me.

Jim pushed himself off my body with his arms and we both watched as his cock began to slide inside me. He was large enough to make it feel as though he was stretching me to the limit. I moaned with pleasure as the cock disappeared and our bodies touched.

"Oh, God. That's good," I sighed.

After two or three slow thrusts, my juices were letting him easily enter my cunt. He leaned down closer to me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We began a leisurely session of lovemaking.

I squeezed his cock with my cunt and his murmurings signaled his approval. We echoed each other with sounds of delight as the pace of his thrusts increased.

My breasts bounced back and forth as he pushed into me harder and harder. Just when I thought he couldn't get any deeper into me, he lifted me by the ass and drove his cock even harder.

"Yes, yes," I managed to say.

Perhaps if Jim were my boyfriend and I were his girlfriend, it might have lasted longer. But it seemed to swiftly turn into a pure fuck. If this was an indicator of unspoken desires, I was in no shape or mood to consider it.

Jim's mutterings and the intensity of his actions pointed toward a pending orgasm. I put my hand on my clit and began to massage it roughly. Now I, too, was close to cumming.

"Oh, Traci," he cried. "Yes. Now. Now."

He pushed one more time until my body prevented him from entering me further. Then he pulled back for an instant, and thrust again. This time he grunted loudly and I felt his throbbing cock spew warm cum deep inside me.

Jim began to pound into me with considerable force and speed. Each time, more of his cum filled me.

The area around my pussy was soaked with our combined juices, and I used it to slide my fingers over my clit. A few seconds later, I was ready to join him.

My orgasm started just as his was ending. We were lost together in ecstasy for a brief moment before I realized he was continuing to pump his cock into me just to let me finish.

My hand helped me achieve a second and third orgasm. From deep inside me, I trembled with the pleasure that is unique to great sex. We hadn't done anything special, but I had done it with a special person. One I wanted very badly. One my body wanted very badly.

I felt Jim soften as I came down from my orgasms and my legs crashed onto the bed. He pulled out and put his head on my breasts. I held it there and listened to his breathing.

We never did talk that night. We kissed—let each other know it was all right. But words weren't necessary. It was wonderful and we knew it.

My brother pulled on his boxers in the dark and quietly walked to his room after a while. As tired as I was, I didn't sleep for a long time. I wondered when the next time would be.

In the morning, the answer came.

I was the first one up, as usual. I walked across the hall to the bathroom and eventually started the shower. I was excited about Christmas and about the night before and, maybe, the future. But I also was a little comprehensive about Jim's feelings. Given a night to think about it, it was hard to say how he might feel.

As I finished washing my hair, I heard the bathroom door close. I stood completely still in the shower…listening. I jumped a little when the curtain began to pull away at the back of the shower.

Jim stepped in and I looked over my shoulder.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning."

"Can I join you?" he asked.

"No."

He leaned against my back and put his arms around me. I felt his cock, not yet hard, against my ass. "Then leave."

I grabbed a bar of soap and began wiping it across my breasts. His hand wrapped around mine.

"Let me. Please," he said.

I let him.

The soap glided across my breasts, up to my shoulders and down to my stomach. It went around my waist and over my ass, ending up between my legs. He lifted it higher, forcing me to spread my legs. Soon, his hand and the soap were against my pussy, pressing harder.

I reached behind me and found his cock. It was nearly erect already. A good sign, I thought.

By the time his other hand had found my clit and was beginning to massage it, I held a large, thick cock. He continued to work my clit and, amazingly, I felt ready to cum in seconds. A little embarrassed at this fact, I fought hard against the urge.




Traci & Jim



"C'mon, Traci. Cum for me," he said, leaning against my ear. Water poured over us and I wanted to scream at the delight I felt.

"Fuck me." I couldn't believe the words had come out. Sure, I was thinking it. But I didn't intend to say it.

Before I knew it, my hands were flush against the shower wall and my ass was pointing back at my brother. His hands were on my hips as he guided his rock hard cock into my pussy.

The sensation of his shaft burying deep inside me once again and the water streaming down my back was too much. I did everything I could to delay my orgasm for another minute or two.

His first moan put me over the edge. My entire body tensed up before exploding in an orgasm. I bobbed my head up and down in rhythm with his thrusts and my seemingly endless cumming.

Once again, the pure animalistic intensity of what we were doing overwhelmed me. It felt so right. And he made me cum again and again.

Jim pulled me closer to him and began to cum himself. His thighs slapped against my wet ass, the sound echoing in the shower. I had never been spanked before, but if this was anything like what it felt like, I wanted more.

When he seemed to be done, I squeezed him with my cunt and forced a few more small spurts of cum to shoot from his cock. Like the night before, he allowed himself to soften inside me, then we were apart again.

I turned to him and we kissed passionately, as if we had been doing this our entire lives. I pressed my body against his and we stood under the water.

"Merry Christmas."



Traci and Judy at the Party



Parties at the Watson place had been held for several years. They took place all year long, but the summer parties-around the pool and hot tub-were the best. This summer had been exceptionally hot and so were the parties. The crowd consisted of faculty from a half dozen local two-year and four-year colleges and a handful of students. Although invitations were never sent out, those who were welcome knew whom they were. Unattractive, overweight guests need not attend. If you were under 18, you didn't get past the door.

Traci was an incoming freshman at a nearby community college who had turned 18 in the spring. She was invited to tonight's party by Judy Clark, a 30-year-old professor at the school, and who also acted as Traci's counselor. The two were as similar in personality as they were opposite in appearance. Traci was tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair. Judy was a short brunette, darker and curvier than Traci. Both women were well tanned from the summer. Judy had smiled at Traci earlier in the week when she said Traci would have ample opportunity at the party to show off her bronze body.

Before the parties were over, the vast majority of guests would be at least partially undressed. No female around the pool or hot tub would have a top on; either by their own choice or at the hands of a male guest. Nudity was not unheard of, but sexual activity was generally confined to the various rooms in the house.

Judy's full breasts had been enjoyed by many men at previous parties and she knew they would appreciate Traci's petite, hour glass figure...especially her small, round ass.

They arrived a little before 11 p.m. John Watson met them at the door and let them in with a welcoming smile. John was a muscular, athletic man in his mid 30s with broad shoulders under his tank top. He quickly eyed Traci's lithe body as Judy introduced her. John explained where drinks and food could be found, then left the women alone.

The house was filled with noise. Music, voices and laughter seemed to come from every corner. Judy and Traci proceeded to the bar. While mixing their favorite drinks, a voice called for Judy. From the door leading to the pool the women saw a couple waving to them.

"Oh, there's Linda and Tom," Judy said. "We'll be right there," she yelled to them over the din.

Linda was a tall woman in her early 30s with long, straight brown hair. The hair hung in front of her, partially covering her otherwise naked breasts. Tom was a slightly older man in a bathing suit, his arm around Linda's waist, a thumb inside her bikini bottoms.

With drinks in hand, Traci and Judy walked over to where Linda and Tom stood. Introductions were made and the four decided to sit outside by the pool and hot tub.

The area was busy with guests mingling, but the foursome was able to find a table and enough chairs for everyone to sit. Traci surveyed the patio and yard surrounding them. Large and small groups of people sat or stood in the dimly lit area. More than one couple could be seen standing with the man behind the woman, hands cupping her naked breasts, his bathing suit covered cock grinding against her ass. Beyond the pool, shadowy forms could be seen on the ground rolling on towels. At the hot tub, rules seemed to prohibit anybody entering with a bathing suit on.

Traci saw Judy eyeing what appeared to be a student in his early 20s entering the tub, his thick cock swaying freely as he stepped in. When the young man sat down, women on both sides kissed him, their hands out of sight.

Traci's and Judy's attention was brought back to their table when Tom said, "I'm glad you could make it Judy. I hope you plan on taking your usual swim before you leave."

"Yes, Tom. I'll take my shirt off for you if you want," Judy said smiling. Tom laughed.

Small talk was exchanged and Tom offered to get new drinks for everyone. Traci and Judy agreed on refills and Tom disappeared into the house. He returned a few minutes later and handed the drinks around. He watched the women and smiled.

About fifteen minutes later, he said, "Let's go inside. I want to show Traci some of the special rooms they have in there. You'll love this." Traci looked at Judy, who smiled and nodded.

They moved toward the house, weaving through the crowd with drinks in hand. Traci immediately felt lightheaded, but passed it off as strong drinks. By the time they got to the door, she had difficulty finding the step up. She bumped into Judy, who said with a slur, "Oops, I lost my balance." They staggered into the house and the noise, both seeing a whirling blur of light.

"This way," they barely heard Tom say. He was walking in front of them, looking back. Linda trailed behind. They entered a hallway and Traci instantly felt claustrophobic. She reached out with her free hand and touched the wall. Judy stumbled over Traci's foot and nearly fell. Their drinks splashed over the edge of the glasses. Neither could focus further than three feet in front of them.

They followed Tom into a large, dimly lit bedroom. Both Traci and Judy grabbed the nearest piece of furniture to hold themselves up.

"Here," Tom said to Traci. "Take a drink." He took the drink from Traci's hand and put it to her mouth. Instinctively, or without the ability to refuse, Traci drank. He did the same with Judy.

Setting the drinks on top of the dresser Traci leaned against, he took her arm and led her to the side of the king size bed in the room. "Sit down," he said.

Traci obeyed. Her body went limp and her eyes began to close. Linda, meanwhile, had walked Judy to the opposite side of the bed and sat her down.

Tom looked at Traci and said, "Traci, I'll let you sleep but you need to get undressed first. OK?"

Traci nodded, but said nothing.

"Judy, can you hear me?" Tom asked.

"Yes," Judy said faintly.

"Can you do me a favor and get undressed so you can lay down?"

Judy nodded her head.

"OK, girls. Go ahead and start undressing. Linda and I will be here to help you," Tom said.

Without hesitation, both women began stripping. Judy pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a pair of firm, round tits. Traci had worn a bikini under her t-shirt. It covered a small portion of her ample, tanned breasts. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts before sliding them down her legs. Tom grabbed them around the knees and pulled them off, along with Traci's shoes. Traci reached behind her and struggled with the bikini top's tie strings. She managed to pull it open and slipped out of the top. Her breasts, while not as large as Judy's, were nicely shaped with erect, pink nipples.

Judy removed her shorts and panties with help from Linda. Traci lowered her bikini bottoms until they slid down her legs and to the floor. Tom stared intently at the closely shaven, pale colored area around her pussy. Her hips and thighs were silky smooth and deeply tanned.

"Good," Tom said enthusiastically. "Now, go ahead and lay down."

The women simultaneously swung their legs up to the bed, scooted toward the pillows and lay on their backs. Traci could make out figures around the bed, but could not focus on faces. Her body felt warm. Tingling sensations ran through her legs and arms. She moved her fingers over her thighs, enjoying the light touch.

She and Judy heard Tom's voice through the fog that surrounded them. "Can you touch your breasts, girls?"

As if controlled by a machine, their hands moved to their tits and they began kneading them gently.

"Good. Does it feel good to squeeze your nipples?"

Both women put their nipples between thumb and forefinger and manipulated them. "Oh, yes," Judy murmurred.

"Does that make you horny?" he asked.

Traci nodded in consent. Judy moved her right hand down to her pussy and massaged her clit.

"Traci," Tom said softly. "Play with your pussy for me."

Traci's legs separated slightly. Her hand found her pussy lips and followed them up to her clit. She slid her middle finger up and down until stopping on top of her clit. She made small circular motions over it, moaning softly.

During this process of self-arousal, Tom and Linda had stripped and a couple other guests had entered the room. Tom stood naked on Traci's side of the bed, his cock already semi-erect. He ran his fingers over it as Traci played with herself. He leaned forward and put his hand over her left tit. He traced around the base of her tit before cupping nearly the entire thing in his big hand. He squeezed it several times before once again stroking his cock, bringing it to full erection.

He climbed onto the bed and placed himself between Traci's legs. In a brief moment of reduced but clear awareness, Traci struggled to get out from under the object above her. But Tom grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed beside her head. He lowered his head and put his mouth over her left tit.

"No, no," she panted.

Tom sucked on the nipple, running his tongue back and forth over it. Traci's young breast flattened against her chest with the force of his mouth closing over it again. He licked her nipple harder. It was growing longer with each attack of his tongue and Traci's struggling was subsiding.

He moved to the other breast and pressed his entire body down onto hers. His hard cock lay between their flattened stomachs. Judy looked on from just a couple feet away, unable to comprehend what was happening next to her.

Traci was moaning softly now as Tom licked her right nipple. "Reach down and hold my cock," he whispered into her ear. He let go of her right hand and it found his thick cock between them. "Stroke it," he said, raising his mouth off her breast.

Traci's arm worked mechanically on his cock. Tom raised his body slightly to allow her better access.

"Put it on your clit," he told her. He moved down the bed a few inches so she could place the cock on her clit. With her hand still on top of his stiff cock, he moved up and down across the top of her pussy. Traci's eyes were closed and her mouth open, her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

Next to Tom and Traci, a naked student appearing to be in his early 20s was sliding between Judy's legs. His extraordinarily thick cock was fully erect, nearly touching his stomach. When the boy was in position and put his mouth on one of Judy's expansive breasts, she seemed to awaken and protested by hitting him in the side with fisted hands. The boy simply grabbed her wrists and stretched them over her head. With one quick motion, one wrist was handcuffed, the cuffs fed through the headboard railing and the second wrist cuffed.

When Judy cried out, "Stop, no!" Traci seemed to sense her surroundings better. She let go of Tom's cock and pushed up against his body. But he didn't budge. He simple moved his cock to the entrance to her pussy and inserted the tip into her. He could feel her wetness and warmth. One more quick thrust and he was inside her. Traci put her hands behind Tom's neck and hit him repeatedly.

"No, no," she breathed hoarsley.

Tom began fucking her more vigorously and Traci spread her legs involuntarily. The bed rocked with his movement. Judy was squirming under the boys oral attacks on her breasts, which swayed in rhythm with Tom's motion. Quickly, the boy positioned himself and drove his huge cock into her cunt. Judy moaned and arched her back. The boy plunged into her again, and she fell to the bed.

Traci was now gripping the back of Tom's neck with her fingers. Her long nails left red marks wherever they made contact with his tan skin. Tom reached down and pulled her legs up and placed them by his hips. Traci wrapped them around him, feeling just enough of the pleasure of his cock in her to want more. He obliged by ramming into her repeatedly, his balls slapping against her ass.

The boy next to them had, likewise, lifted Judy's knees and was penetrating her at a rapid rate. When he paused to lay on top of her while completely buried in her cunt, Judy pushed her hips upward and back to the bed attempting to continue the fuck session. The boy eventually started to pump her again, grunting loundly with each thrust.

Traci had moved her hand between herself and Tom and was playing with her clit. Within minutes, she was moaning more loudly. Her face showed the strain as she fought between repulsion and pending orgasm.

"Aaahhhhh, yes. Oooohhhhhhhh," Traci cried out.

She bit her lower lip and screamed again as her back arched off the bed. Tom placed his hands under her ass and pulled her up farther. He pounded into her and she clasped her hands behind his neck, trying to hang on.

"oh, oh, umh, ummmmm," signalled the beginning of her orgasm. In her mind she was screaming, but those in the room simply heard the moans of a woman releasing entirely. Her body shook with each surge of her orgasm, causing Tom to climax as well. He grunted even louder than Traci, driving his cock deep inside her. Long, white shots of his cum entered her womb. Over and over he shoved her down onto the bed, plunging his cock and his sperm into her.

The combined noise and rocking next to him caused the boy to erupt. He pulled out of her and stroked himself. The first string of cum reached her neck. The second spurt landed on her right breast, trailing a line of cum over her nipple and down her stomach. Three more shots landed on her breasts and stomach.

Tom and Traci both were collapsed on the bed, his limp cock laying on her thigh.

When the boy was finished coating Judy's front side with his cum, he stepped off the bed and was replaced by Linda. She immediately buried her face in Judy's pussy. Pushing Judy's legs farther apart, Linda began licking from Judy's cunt to her clit. Several more strokes over the clit caused Judy to stiffen her legs and shriek, "Oh, yes, there...there. That's it."

She pulled violently against her restraints and yelled again as she began to cum. Linda pressed harder against Judy, putting her entire mouth over the clit and sucking hard. Her tongue worked it feverishly as Judy experienced a body numbing orgasm. Joices flowed from her cunt as she gyrated in all directions around Linda's mouth. She began humping Linda's face until the last of the orgasms left her limp. She jerked in response to Linda's continued licking, but she was spent.

The women would wake up later, each covered in thick, white cum. Neither would remember the evening. Both would consider returning. 



Traci and Tina



My wife and Tina have been as close as Siamese Twins since the first grade. They went everywhere together and did everything together all the way from grade school through college. They even lost their virginity together - Traci in the back seat and Tina in the front - on a double date at a drive-in movie. My wife's parents even looked upon Tina as a second daughter.

Tina did not like me from the moment I met and started dating Traci and she spent a considerable amount of effort and time to try and cause Traci and I to break up. Frankly, as close as the two of them where I was surprised that Tina wasn't successful, but I guess Traci's love for me was stronger than her friendship with Tina. I thought that once Tina saw that the wedding was going to take place she would accept things and mellow out, but she didn't and I almost called the wedding off. Tina was the Maid of Honor of course, but her attitude and behavior were such that I finally told Traci that I didn't want Tina to be a part of the wedding.

"In fact, I don't even want her there as an invited guest."

"But she has to be there, she's my oldest and dearest friend."

"Yes, and your oldest and dearest friend hates my guts and passes up no opportunity to let me and everyone else know it. I will not have her screwing up what is supposed to be one of the happiest days of our lives."

"I'll talk to her."

"Fine, but one more nasty crack out of her or if I hear she has bad mouthed me again to anyone else and the wedding is off. We can go to city hall and have a simple ceremony that not even she can fuck up, but I will not let that bitch destroy a wedding and a reception that are costing thousands."

Whatever Traci said to Tina did the trick at least as far as the verbal abuse was concerned, but I could tell from the look in Tina's eyes that she still hated me and hadn't given up on her dream of driving Traci and me apart.

Tina hadn't given up and Traci and I hadn't been married six months before rumors began to circulate among friends and relatives that I was cheating on Traci. As was meant to happen these rumors got back to Traci and she jumped my ass about it. How do you prove your innocence when attacked by a rumor? You can't! You have to have a name, a date, a time and place that you can use to disprove the lie; to be able to show that you were somewhere else, doing something else at the time you were supposed to be cheating. You can't do anything with "Rob is cheating on Traci." It didn't matter how much I denied it or how much I told Traci I loved her and wanted no one but her - the seed was planted and it would never go away.

A year after Traci and I married Tina met and married a nice guy and when he got a job transfer they moved away. The rumors stopped, but even so I knew that every time I went hunting, bowling, played golf or played cards with my buddies that I had better have plenty corroboration to prove where I'd been and what I'd done. Two years went by and the strain of Traci being constantly suspicious was starting to strain my relationship with Traci and I was damn close to throwing up my hands and bailing out. And then Tina came home. No one ever found out what happened between Tina and her husband, not even Traci, but she was back, she was divorced, and she was different.

I came home from work one day to find that Tina had come to visit. I did what I usually did when she was around - I went down to my basement workshop so I didn't have to be in the same room with her. About two hours later I heard the front door close and a couple of minutes later Traci came down the stairs and sat on the bottom step. She didn't say anything, just sat there and watched me turn a table leg on my wood lathe. After about five minutes I turned to her, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you just sitting there watching me?"

"I'm trying to find a way to tell you I'm sorry for being a suspicious bitch these last couple of years."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Tina just admitted to me that she was responsible for starting those rumors about you cheating on me. She was jealous of you and wanted to split us up. She wanted things to go back to the way they were before I met you - she wanted it to be just the two of us again. Baby, I'm so sorry that I didn't trust you and that I've been such a bitch. I'm surprised that you put up with it. You must really love me a lot to suffer what I put you through and not leave." Then she came off the step and ran into my arms, "Can you forgive me baby, can you please forgive me?"

The next morning over breakfast Traci handed me a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

"What's this?"

"That's Tina's telephone number. She wants to apologize to you in person. I told her you would call her and maybe meet her for lunch one day."

I tossed the paper on the table, "Not bloody fucking likely!"

"Please baby. She knows she was wrong and she wants to make amends. Would you please do it? Do it for me?"

Traci kept after me for a week and I finally called Tina. I met her for lunch and she seemed to be just what Traci told me to expect. She was contrite and apologetic and she asked me to forgive her.

"I know it was wrong, but Traci and I had been a team for years. I saw you as some one who was destroying the only real friendship I'd had in my life. And it didn't help that the two of you were so damn happy together and I couldn't find a guy worth spit. I know it looked like I had a lot of boyfriends, but all they were looking for was to get laid. I was jealous of the happiness that you and Traci had and I thought if I could break you up I could get my relationship with Traci back. I know that there isn't much I can do to make it up to you for all the grief I've caused, but I at least wanted you to know that I am sorry."

What could I say? I know what I wanted to say - "eat shit and die you fucking bitch!" - but I had to be able to go home and face Traci and tell her that I had accepted Tina's apology so I extended my hand across the table and Tina and I shook hands.

A year went by and it looked as if Tina was trying really hard to erase the image that I'd always had of her. It was a slow thing at first, a smile and a little wave when we saw each other in town, a birthday card and other little things. It progressed to a hug when she came over for dinner and a kiss on the cheek when she left. Over time the hugs got a little tighter and the kisses on the cheek lasted a little longer than a quick peck. Traci would smile and say, "You're good for her. She needs to know that there are really nice and decent guys in the world. It helps her realize that she will find one some day."

Tina was spending more and more time at our place and I gradually became the big brother whose shoulder she could cry on. Soon she was telling me all her troubles and asking me for advice and Traci smiled and said that she was so glad that her two favorite people were so close and that it was so nice that Tina could depend on me to help her. I was happy that Traci was happy, but I was becoming more and more uncomfortable and nervous about the situation. Traci had no idea of the effect that Tina was having on me and I'm not just talking about Tina's obvious beauty and sexiness. I'm talking about the effect that being made privy to all of her secrets was having on me. She would ask me what she was doing wrong and why couldn't she keep a guy and then she would throw in something like, "I even let him have my asshole." Once she said of a guy who had just dumped her, "He loved to have his cock sucked and God knows I'm better at that than most girls. Why can't I find a guy who will stay with me?"

I knew the answer to that question, but I couldn't tell her - Traci would kill me! In her quest to find a steady guy Tina was too desperate. Simply put, a date with Tina was a guaranteed piece of ass. First date and she would suck your cock, fuck you silly and then take it up the poop chute. While guys like pussy and usually fall all over themselves to get a willing steady piece nobody wanted to have a steady, serious relationship with the town whore.

"She needs to keep her legs closed and not be so available" I told Traci.

"You need to tell her that."

"Oh no. If she gets told you have to be the one to do that."

"I can't tell her that, she's my closest and dearest friend."

So Tina never got told and she kept on being everyone's punchboard.

Traci's sister had just had her third kid and Traci was over at her sister's house watching Marie's other two children. I had just stepped out of the shower and was putting on my bathrobe when the front doorbell rang. It was Tina. She was crying and she rushed into my arms, buried her head in my chest and sobbed. I led her over to the couch and held her until the crying stopped then she told me what had happened. She had gone out on a first date with a guy and everything seemed to going along fine. They ended up at his apartment and then had made love a couple of times. She was lying on the bed catching her breath when a voice said, "Hey Billy, what's this?" Tina looked up to see two guys standing just inside the door.

"Just tonight's whore."

"She any good?"

"Not bad. She gives great head, but her pussy isn't tight enough to suit me."

"Well I ain't all that particular" and the two men started to undress. The three of them had taken turns on her and then Billy had thrown her out of his apartment. She had to call a cab to get back to where she had left her car.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I attract those kinds of guys? Why do..." and her voice trailed off and I looked at her and saw that she was staring down. My cock had gotten hard and was sticking up out of my bathrobe. "Oh God" she moaned and she bent her head and swallowed the head of my cock. I should have pushed her away, I should have done a lot of things, but I didn't. It had happened so quickly that by the time it was time to do something it was too late. I don't know of a man alive who could have pulled himself away from that hot mouth. Tina had once mentioned to me that she gave better head than most and she hadn't been lying. She deep throated me, played with my balls and worked me to a fever pitch where the only thing that existed for me was her hot, wet mouth. When I was ready to cum I told her and expected her to pull her mouth off me like Traci always did, but Tina grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me to her and when I let loose she swallowed it all. She kept my cock in her mouth and worked on it with her tongue until my limp cock started to get hard again. While she had been sucking me she had been unzipping and unbuttoning her clothes and when she had me hard again she stood up and stepped out of them. She pushed me back on the couch and the she climbed on top of me. 

I know that it doesn't sound manly to admit it, but Tina used me. From the time she first glimpsed my cock until she was done with me two hours later she just took what she wanted. She fucked me, sucked me hard and then fucked me again. She had me fuck her in the ass and then she took me into the bathroom, washed my dick, went to her knees on the bathroom floor and sucked me hard again. Then she stood up and bent to put her hands on the side of the tub and I took her from behind standing up. When she was done with me and started dressing she smiled at me, "You never had a chance baby. I always knew I could get you and I always knew that eventually I would be able to get even with you for what you did when you broke Traci and me up."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you have two choices now baby. From now on you either do what I tell you to do or I tell Traci about our little romp tonight."

"Won't work Toni. After the shit you pulled back when we were first married she won't believe you. She'll know that you are just still trying to break us up."

"Oh she will believe me baby. Look at your right inner thigh. That love bite I put there will last for days and when I tell her about it she'll damn well know where I had to be to see it, let alone do it."

"You bitch. You fucking bitch!"

"Yeah baby, and you never should have forgotten it. And don't think you can stall till the hickey goes away because I plan on giving you another one every time we are together. You know what that means baby? It means I call, you come. First time I call and you give me some excuse as to why you can't make it my next call is to Traci. That hickey is always going to be there baby, ready for Traci to look at." 

She had me - I was fucked!

Traci was still at her sisters the next night when Tina came by.

"Ready to start your punishment for screwing up my relationship with Traci? I've been fucked by three guys in the last five hours. You get to clean me out baby. On your knees chump. Do a good job and I might let you fuck me. Don't do a good job and I'll fuck you with a phone call to Traci." 

As distasteful as it was I knew she had me by the short hairs and I went down on her. I must have pleased her because later she did make me fuck her before she left. As she went out the door she said, "Nice job baby, I'll have more for you tomorrow." The next day Traci was home from her sisters so Tina called me at work and had me stop by her apartment on the way home. 

"I don't have much for you today baby, but it should be enough to keep you happy. You are happy to be my cum slut, aren't you baby? Tell me you love sucking other men's cum out of my pussy baby. Come on, tell me."

I just looked at her with loathing on my face and she went over and picked up the phone, "Tell me baby, tell me how much you love sucking other men's cum out of me."

"I love sucking other men's cum out of you."

"You want a lot more, don't you?"

"Yes please. Get me a lot more."

"Oh I will baby, I most definitely will."

So began my sexual slavery under Tina. To be honest about it she was a great piece of ass and I really didn't mind eating her pussy after other guys had fucked her. It was the being "made" to do it that ground at me, that and the knowledge that I was cheating on Traci. That was the supreme irony - that I was cheating on Traci to keep Traci from finding out that I had cheated on her. The worst part of it was the verbal abuse; being called a cum slut, slut boy, cock sucker by proxy and other names. Tina took great pleasure in humiliating me and I was quick to realize that letting her think she had would make things easier on me. But even I had my limits. 

One night Tina said, "I'm going to have a special treat for you tomorrow cum sucker. I'm going to let you get the cream right from the source. He has a nine inch cock bigger around than a beer can and you're going to love it."

I didn't even hesitate. I went over to the phone and dialed my home number. When Traci answered I said, "I'm over at Tina's honey, she has something she wants to tell you" and I held the phone out to Tina. Tina gave me a nasty look and then she came over and took the phone from me.

"Hi girlfriend. No. I'm okay now. I was a little rocky there for a while and I called Rob for some advice and he made me feel better. I just wanted to call and thank you for letting me lean on him from time to time. I love you to girlfriend."

She hung up the phone and looked at me. "You are such a wuss. You love having your cock sucked, how do you know you wouldn't like sucking one?"

That phone call was one of the worst mistakes of my life.

Two weeks later I showed up at Tina's apartment after being called at work and summoned. Tina was all smiles when she opened the door and let me in. "I have a real treat for you tonight my little cum slut. Five guys, four times each and the last load deposited less than fifteen minutes ago. There must be a gallon of stuff for you to slurp up." She led me into the bedroom and my heart almost stopped beating. Lying naked on the bed with her legs spread wide and a river of cum running out of her pussy was Traci. 

She looked over at me, "Don't just stand there you cum licking bastard - get over here and clean me out."

I just stood there looking at her trying to comprehend what I was seeing and Traci said again, "Get over here you cum sucking freak or go home and pack."

The phone call to Traci had made her curious. She'd never gotten a call like that before from either Tina or me. A couple of days later she had asked Tina about it. Tina had never lied to Traci so she told her what had happened. She confessed to what she had done and that she had been blackmailing me ever since. She even told Traci how the phone call had come about. But even with Tina confessing all Trace still just had to get even. Tina had set her up with some of her boyfriends, five of them to be exact, and the five of them had fucked Traci from eleven that morning until just before I had arrived. I was given the choice - go down or get out. Given what I had all ready gone through to try to hang on to my marriage to Traci I didn't really have a choice. I did what I had to do.

Even though Tina had confessed that she was responsible, had set me up and then tricked me Traci still wouldn't cut me any slack. "You are a man, you are bigger than she is and you could have pushed her away. You could have run and locked yourself in the bathroom. You did not have to let it happen." Then she hit me with the zinger. "I'm mad Rob and I'm going to show you just how mad. If you want our marriage to continue you have a choice to make. Tina and I are going to go out a couple of times a week and I am going to fuck anybody who wants me and then Tina and I are going to come home and you are going to perform your cum sucking duties. If you don't want me doing that your other choice is to do for me what you wouldn't do for Tina - you can suck a cock while I watch. It's your choice."

For two weeks I sat at home and watched my wife dress for her night out and then I was Traci and Tina's cum slut when they came home. I love Traci, but I can't let her do this to me anymore and I will not do what it would take to stop it. This morning I cleaned out the checking and savings accounts and cancelled all the credit cards with both of our names on them or changed them to a Mister Only status. I'm almost finished packing now and when the two of them get here tonight all they are going to find is a note on the kitchen table.

"Tina tried to break us up when we were first married and you made my life a hell for several years. Then you found out Tina caused it to happen, but you forgave her. Now she has done it again and again you forgive her and make my life a living hell. When you can forgive her for everything and not be able to forgive me for anything it's obvious that you have never loved me at anywhere near the level I loved you. When that slut you call your friend can always mean more to you than I do there is no reason for me to stick around any longer. Tina won, she got her wish, the two of you are together again and you deserve each other."

I took one last look around to see if I missed anything that I wanted and then I arranged the lighting in the kitchen so that it spotlighted the note on the kitchen table with my wedding ring on top of it and then I left. 



Traci Cools Off



Traci didn't usually jog this late in the evening at the high school track. But the recent heat wave had made it nearly impossible for her to run any other time during the day. The track and locker rooms remained open during the summer vacation for students, staff and former students. Traci, 18, had graduated in June.

Now she was standing in the girls' locker room shower, letting the water flow over her. She came in when the sun had set after about a four mile run. She ran her hands over her shoulder length blonde hair, tilting her head backwards to feel the lukewarm water on her face.

She moved her hands to her breasts and watched the water collect as she held her open palms under her nipples. She poured the water over the top of her full, firm tits, following it with her hands down her flat stomach and between her legs.

Her fingers passed over her clit, followed the folds of her pussy and found her cunt. She inserted a finger briefly, then moved back up and gently massaged her clit. She closed her eyes and relaxed.

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth. A second hand grabbed her left wrist and yanked it behind her. The arm was pushed high up her back. Traci's muffled scream could hardly be heard above the sound of the shower. Her attempts to move were thwarted by a lifting of her left arm and the subsequent pain.

A soft voice said, "Be still and you won't get hurt. We don't want to harm you, but we will if we have to. Understand?"

Traci nodded. Her mind was racing. What was happening? Was that a woman's voice?

"I'm going to let go of your arm," the voice said. "Remain facing the wall."

Traci's arm was free and she let it hang by her side, the pain slowly subsiding. She could feel skin against her butt and her back. Water flowed between Traci and the attacker.

"I'm going to let go of your mouth. Don't scream."

The hand went away and Traci breathed in deeply.

"Turn around and face me," the voice said gently.

Traci turned and stood face to face with Susan Knowles, a math teacher at the high school. As water fell between them, Traci stared unbelievably at the naked woman in front of her. Susan was in her early 30s, thin and athletic, with long brown hair that now fell wet over her breasts.

"What is this?" Traci asked. "What do you want?" Over Susan's shoulder Traci saw another familiar face?Ken Swift, a 28?year?old assistant football coach at the school. He, too, was naked with a long, thick cock hanging semi?erect between his legs.

"You," Susan replied.

"You can't...you have to let me go," Traci said urgently, trying to step around the other woman.

Susan grabbed her with surprising strength. "Not yet. Do what we say and you'll get out of here."

There was a moment of silence as Traci took in her surroundings and evaluated her choices.

"Stand still," Susan said. She placed her hands on Traci's shoulders and ran her fingers down to the top of Traci's breasts. She traced the outer edges of Traci's tits before putting her palms over the nipples. She squeezed gently and lifted the breasts higher on Traci's chest. Then Susan let them fall back to their natural, full shape.

Susan leaned forward through the falling water to place her mouth over one of the tits. Her tongue flicked over the nipple and Traci felt it down to her pussy. As if on cue, Susan placed a hand over the younger girl's cunt and inserted a wet finger. Traci rose up onto her toes, then sank again onto the teacher's hand. Susan found Traci's clit and rubbed it gently. Traci shuddered when Susan bit lightly on one of her nipples.

"Get on your knees," Susan said abruptly.

Traci put her knees on the wet floor and faced the woman's pussy. Water flowed gently over the surface of the flaps of skin surrounding Susan's cunt. She inched closer to Traci's face.

"Make me cum," Susan commanded.

Susan placed her hands behind Traci's head and guided it to her body. The teacher spread her legs slightly. Traci could see the pink entrance to Susan's cunt and the enlarged clit above that. With water hitting her face gently, she placed her tongue on the woman's pussy. She moved up between the folds and hit Susan's clit. The woman sighed with delight as Traci licked it several times.

"That's the way, babe," Susan said. "Put it in your mouth."

Susan pressed Traci's head against her skin. Traci's mouth engulfed the area around the clit, sucking and licking with vigor. It surprised her when her own pussy began tingling with erotic delight. Traci lowered her mouth just enough to allow her to place her tongue inside the opening of Susan's cunt. Susan reacted by dropping her body a little onto Traci's face. When Traci returned to the woman's clit, Susan braced herself firmly on her long legs.

The teacher moaned loudly and above the sound of the shower Traci heard her say, "Yes. That's so good. Yes. There."

Susan told Traci to put her hands on Susan's ass. Traci enjoyed the feel of the woman's soft, round ass covered with streaming water. She squeezed it tenderly.

"Ahhh, yes. Right there. Harder," Susan said.

Traci closed her mouth tightly over Susan's erect clit and sucked. She felt a shudder run through Susan's body. The woman groaned, tensed to the point of shaking, and began her orgasm.

Susan shrieked and started rocking her body back and forth into Traci's face.

"Oh, yes. You're so good," Susan moaned.

The young girl held tightly onto Susan's ass and licked furiously. The teacher grunted each time she forced her hips forward, at the same time pulling Traci's head towards her.

It was at least two minutes before the last of Susan's orgasms ended. Traci was unsure what to do until the older woman told her to stand.

Susan wrapped her arms around Traci's wet, naked body and kissed her. When her tongue pressed against Traci's lips, the young girl was surprised when she freely opened her mouth and exchanged deep, wet kisses with the teacher. Traci's pussy ached when Susan put her hands on Traci's breasts and squeezed the nipples.

Traci looked behind Susan and saw Ken watching them with a raging hard?on. He started to walk forward, but stopped short of the shower. Susan slowly pulled away from Traci and said, "I believe Ken has a request for you."

Susan turned, walked past Ken and grabbed a towel from a hook on the wall. Traci was torn between making a run for it now or hoping for a chance to satisfy the urges being felt between her legs.

"I'll watch the door," she heard Susan say.

"Come here, hon," Ken told Traci.

The girl walked from under the shower until she was a couple feet in front of the man. Ken watched the last of the water fall from her shoulders, over her breasts, down her stomach and hips and, finally, over her pussy before dripping to the floor. The girl's breasts glimmered in the lights of the locker room.

"You know how to use that mouth," Ken said. "Let me see you put it around this cock." Traci looked past the man and saw Susan watching them with a towel wrapped around her. Traci stepped forward and squatted in front of Ken. She slipped slightly on the damp floor and moved to her knees. His cock was inches from her face and she looked up at it. It extended upward for a good eight inches, thick and throbbing.

She stretched up as far as her body allowed her and she placed her tongue on the bottom of the shaft. The cock jerked at her touch. She slid her tongue higher until she reached the tip.

"Put it in your mouth," he said to her.

Traci couldn't argue with him when she realized the wetness between her legs had grown even worse. She desperately wanted to put her hand on her clit. She concentrated, instead, on placing her little mouth over the large, erect cock in front of her.

She felt Ken move backward slightly so he could place his cock at a better angle for her. She put her hand around its base and placed the tip between her lips. She could feel the heat of the penis in her hand. The tip was hard and already salty with precum.

Traci opened her mouth wider and put three fourths of the cock inside. After withdrawing it, she repeated the process until, this time, her mouth hit her hand at the base. Her tongue followed the underside of the shaft each time she bobbed her head up and down. When she stopped at the top and circled the tip with her tongue, Ken sighed loudly.

"Oh, yes. Keep it up you gorgeous babe," Ken said.

Traci closed her eyes and began a quick, rhythmic pumping action. Ken soon started fucking her mouth in earnest. With one hand stroking the cock and her mouth tightly wrapped around it, Traci didn't know how he could go much longer.

At that moment, Traci jumped at the feel of a hand between her legs. Somewhere behind her, someone was reaching up and running fingers up and down her pussy. She spread her legs and prayed they wouldn't stop. As her mouth continued it's assault on Ken's throbbing cock a finger found her clit. She heard herself moan.

"Keep going, sweet thing," Ken said. "Susan will take care of you if you just keep it up."

Traci increased her efforts even as Susan inserted one, then two, fingers inside Traci's sopping cunt. Ken was now slamming his cock into Traci's mouth until he could feel it hit her throat. Half a dozen more thrusts and he felt cum pumping up from his balls.

"Yeah, now, now," he groaned.

Traci prepared for the first shot of cum, but it was longer and harder than she could imagine. Stream after stream of warm fluid hit the inside of her mouth. She had to swallow before she choked, but much of the white liquid streamed over her lips and onto her tits. The sound of Ken's animalistic grunts filled the shower area.

Cum flowed down Traci's chin and covered the length of Ken's softening cock. But the sensations she had just felt and heard only intensified Traci's own oncoming orgasm. In order not to scream, she put her lips firmly around Ken's cock and let out a guttural shriek. Her body spasmed repeatedly and she felt her own orgasm drip over Susan's hand.

"Aaahhhhhhh, ugh, ugh, ugh," she stammered as wave after wave hit her. Ken had backed away and Traci put both hands on the floor. On all fours now, her tits swung freely below her as she climaxed.

Finally, it was over. Traci collapsed to the floor. She lay there listening to her two attackers open lockers, quickly dress and close the locker room door behind them.



Traci Gets Off Work



You are so hot. I don’t go to the restaurant for food. I go there for you. Watching you seat people in that tight, white shirt and black pants makes me sweat. You’re only eighteen, but I’ve got to have you.

For the past week, I’ve watched you. I learned your schedule and where you park. Now I’m ready.

I drive the four blocks from my condo to the strip mall where your restaurant is. I wait in the parking lot until the spot next to your car, the one between your car and the restaurant, is vacant. Then I pull in. Fifteen minutes until you’re off.

I get out and walk up to the store next to the restaurant. Slowly, I walk and glance in store windows along the strip. Ten more minutes. A couple more stores, then I turn around. Five minutes. I watch for you and feel the gun in my back pocket. When I get two stores away, I stop. And wait. And listen while I look in the window at the paint supplies.

Then I see you. You’re walking quickly toward your car. I follow behind you, pulling the gun out when we’re ten feet from my van. As you turn to walk between our vehicles, I put the gun in your back. You gasp.

“Don’t scream. Turn and look at me.”

You face me and look quickly at the gun now pressed against your stomach. I step closer to you.

“Get in the back of my van. Calmly.”

“No, please. Take my purse,” you plead.

“Get in.”

You open the sliding door and step up. I follow close behind you as you enter the emptiness behind the van’s two front seats. After closing the door, I tell you to lie on your stomach. I grab a cloth gag and handcuffs from the front seat. When I’m finished gagging you, I handcuff your arms behind you. Your little ass strains against the back of your pants as you struggle. I run my hands over the material, feeling your soft cheeks.

“Don’t move until I tell you.”

I can hear your muffled attempts to talk as I get in the driver’s seat. A minute later we’re pulling into my garage. When the garage door is down, I move to the back of the van and open the sliding door.

“Get out and walk around to the door into the condo.”

You awkwardly climb out of the van, tears rolling down your face. We walk to the door and I push it open, allowing you to walk up the two steps into my kitchen.

“Straight ahead. Down the hall.”

I follow you until we reach the door to my bedroom.

“In here.”

You turn into the bedroom and stop just inside the door, sobbing louder now. After closing and locking the door, I pull the key to the handcuffs out of my pocket and grab your arm. The cuffs are unlocked and I place them on the dresser.

“Sit on the edge of the bed and take off your shoes.”

When you’re done, I tell you to lay on your back on the bed. Your long blonde hair falls onto the pillow. It covers the side of your face before ending between your shirt collar and your breast. I brush it off your shoulder so I can see your neck.

I place my hand on your stomach and you flinch. I feel your heavy breathing as I move my hand upward over the material of your shirt. When I reach your breast, I slow down. I press harder to feel the softness of your body under my hand. Your bra feels thin and tight against your breast. I can feel your nipple.

My hand moves to the top button. I open it. Then another. The top of your other breast is visible now under the shirt. I reach over and run my fingers across the skin above your bra. Then I return to the buttons and open two more. Your shirt is opening wider, drawn apart by your breasts heaving as you breathe.

I reach the bottom button and pull your shirt out of your pants. I lay the shirt open, exposing your athletic, flat stomach and bra-covered tits.

“Take off your shirt.”

You remove it quickly and hold it in front of you. I take it from you, throwing it on the floor as you lay back down. Once again I put my hand on your stomach, but this time I move it down, inside your pants. You start to roll over, but I apply more pressure and you are still. I can feel the top of your panties well inside your pants.

I withdraw my hand and unbutton your pants. Pulling the zipper down, I can see the band at the top of your panties. You repeat your efforts to roll away from me, but I grab both sides of your pants and push them down, over your hips. When I get to your knees, you collapse back onto the bed. I feel the soft skin of your thighs and the warmth between your legs.

I move down and pull the pants off your legs. You have pulled your panties up in an attempt at modesty, but that has only tightened them and they now show the outline of your pussy lips. I run my fingers up your leg, over your stomach and between your breasts as I move back to the head of the bed.

You quiver uncontrollably and mumble briefly when I tell you to roll on your side. Your bra unsnaps easily and I pull you onto your back again. The unfastened bra lies limply across your breasts, barely covering the nipples. I pull the strap off your closest shoulder and then reach across for the other one. My hand slips into the cleavage between your breasts and I pull the bra off.

Your magnificent tits rise off your chest enticingly. The pink nipples begin to shine as they harden in the open air. When I brush my fingers over them, they extend even farther.

The stiffness between my legs forces me to be quicker about removing your panties. I jerk them down your legs and over your feet, revealing a neatly shaven pussy along with beautiful tan thighs and hips.

I undress hurriedly while you pull your legs up toward your stomach and lie in a semi-fetal position. Your muted moans and appeals for freedom only arouse me more. By the time I’m naked, my cock is erect and throbbing.

You turn away from me as I approach the side of the bed. It’s tempting to just roll you over and take you from behind. But I want to see your tits, feel them, taste them as I’m inside you.

I grab the inside of your leg and pull you onto your back. I quickly place my right leg between your thighs, then climb onto the bed between your legs. You start to swing wildly with your arms until I clutch your wrists and pin them beside your ears.

“Go ahead. Fight me. Can you see how hard that makes me?”

You purposely turn your head aside. I kiss your neck before moving down to your breasts. My mouth engulfs the nipple and the upper half of your right tit. The hardness of your nipple against the back of my tongue excites me even more. I put it between my lips and “bite”. You squirm under me as I continue to gnaw on it roughly, making sure not to inadvertently get it between my teeth. When I open my mouth and gently run my tongue over the nipple, you settle back down.

My cock has been rubbing against your thighs, pussy and stomach, pushing me almost to the edge of cumming. I need to get inside you.

Not wanting to let go of your arms, I position the head of my cock as near your cunt as I can. Probing thrusts ultimately guide me to the entrance, which I’m pleased to find is somewhat moist. The first push inside makes you groan loudly and the second results in a near scream. I drive forward until my balls smack against your thighs. I let go of your wrists and place my hands on your tits. You send out another muffled moan when I squeeze both nipples.

I begin fucking you in earnest and move my hands under your butt. Lifting you slightly, you resist by hitting me in the shoulders with your fists. I pull back far enough so you can only reach my chest, yet stay well inside you. By now I’m pulling your thighs up and around my waist. Your punching has stopped and you periodically pound the bed next to you.

I didn’t want the feel of your warm, wet cunt around my cock to end. Slowly I pulled out of you until just the tip of my cock remained inside. Then, just as slowly, I pushed in again until I felt the back of your cervix. When I resumed fucking you hard, I threw my body onto yours for the final moments before orgasm.

I could feel your breasts against my chest. Your arms wrapped around me as you hit me repeatedly, but weakly, on the back. My cock felt like it wanted to explode.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. You are SO fucking tight.”

My balls erupted and I could feel the cum flow through my cock.

“Yes. Now. Oh, fuck.”

The initial blast of cum flooded from me. I could feel it surround my cock each time I violently entered you. Two more great spurts of fluid completely filled your cunt. I plunged my cock into you several more times, grunting with each thrust and spewing more cum.

Still, my cock was hard. I came again when I squeezed your large breasts and watched them glisten from my sweat.

Finally I was beginning to soften. I reluctantly pulled out of you and placed my wet cock on your stomach. You lay limp on the bed under me—overcome with the events of the evening. You would be allowed to walk back to your car after a series of threats if the incident was reported. That night I would move on to another city, remembering the feeling of being inside you.



Traci Goes Home



Traci needed a break. The eighteen year-old college freshman had only been in school a month, but she needed to go home for a weekend of "sanity." Her classes were going OK, she had made the cross-country team (surviving the initiation run with nothing more than sore arms…it was a long story) and she had found a boyfriend. But, she missed her own home--her own bed.

Traci's boyfriend, Tommy, also ran on the cross-country team. Their attraction to each other had been purely physical at first, but had grown into friendship and several dates. Now, he was skeptical about going home with her for the weekend.

"Are your parents expecting us? What if we get there and they're in bed or something," he asked her.

"Oh, yeah, right," she snickered. "They're, like, forty. Can you even have sex when you're that old?"

Tommy looked at her not knowing if she was kidding or not. "Depends on what your Mom looks like I guess," he answered with a smile.

"You've got me. You don't need old women," Traci said, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him against her. They kissed and she felt his cock stiffen inside his shorts. She put her hand on top of it and said, "Come keep me company and I'll make it worth your while."

Tommy had wanted the tall, thin freshman ever since he first saw her. Her long blonde hair, great tits and ass made him hard every time he ran with her during practice. Likewise, she wanted him. He was older, 20, and very mature, she thought. The fact he had a killer body and knew how to use it was just an added bonus.

When Traci's last class was over at 6 p.m. on Friday, they climbed into Tommy's car and began the fifty-mile trip to Traci's house.

"What a lovely pair you make," Tony said mockingly.

Pete laughed. "She does have a lovely pair, doesn't she?"

The two burglars looked down at Traci's parents, John and Carol, who lay naked with their hands tied to the headboard of the bed.

"Damn right. And I think we should enjoy them while we're here," Tony said. "Surely, the old man won't mind watching us cum all over them. Will you?"

Tony placed the large hunting knife under John's chin and lifted it up.

"No, please," Carol shouted. "Do anything, but don't hurt him."

"Did you hear that, Pete? Do anything. Just what we had in mind," Tony said with glee.

Pete laughed wickedly. "If she insists."

Earlier in the evening, the two thirty year-old men had broken into the back of the house and waited for the couple to arrive home from work. First Carol, then John had walked into the trap. Carol's dress and underwear had been cut off her by Tony and his ever-present knife, while Pete held her arms behind her. Carol's hourglass figure and tireless struggle had excited them both. They were forcing her onto her knees when John got home. His struggle became less violent when he saw Carol in Tony's grasp, the knife positioned ominously below one of her breasts.

John and Carol had been tied to the bed next to each other. Now the two intruders were taking off their shirts, leering intently at Carol's perfect body.

"Mom, you home? Dad?" Traci's voice rang down the hallway.

Carol gasped loudly. "Traci. Run. Get out," she yelled.

Tony grabbed the knife and lunged for the woman, placing one hand firmly over her mouth and holding the knife to her neck with the other.

"Shut the fuck up," he said emphatically. "Pete. Go get her."

Pete sprang out of the room and down the hall at a full run. Before Traci and Tommy understood what was happening, Pete rounded the corner with arms outstretched and gun in hand.

"What…," Traci started to say.

"Hold it right there," Pete said, coming to a stop. "Don't move."

"Where are my parents?" Traci said nervously.

"Who else is here? Are you guys alone?" Pete asked.

"What's going on?" Traci was beginning to sob. "Where's my Mom?"

Pete looked quickly out the windows at the side of the front door. With their captor's face turned away, Traci ran for the hall and her parents' bedroom.

"Hey, stop," Pete yelled after her. When she disappeared around the corner, he stuck the gun in Tommy's back and ordered, "Let's go. Down the hall."

Just as Traci entered the bedroom, Tony was at the door. He wrapped his large arm around her and lifted her off the floor as she came to a stop. At the same time she was first seeing her naked parents tied to the bed, the knife flashed in front of her face.

"Whoa, there," Tony exclaimed, setting the girl down on her feet. Poking his head out the door, he saw Pete leading Tommy down the hall. "Anyone else?"

"Don't think so," Pete said, shrugging.

Even though it was only a matter of seconds, it seemed like time stood still for Traci and Tommy as they looked at the nude couple on the bed and the two shirtless men holding them captive. "Well, now," Tony finally broke the silence. "What do we have here? Looks like guests have arrived. This must be the daughter." He brushed Traci's hair aside and looked around at her face from behind. "And is this your boyfriend?"

Traci nodded, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Pete, it looks like we will be staying longer than we thought," Tony said with a smile. "All new possibilities just arose."

He walked around Traci, knife in hand, until he faced her while standing at the foot of the bed. Pete moved to the side of the bed and continued pointing the gun at Tommy.

"Take off your clothes, kids," Pete said coldly.

At first nobody moved, but when Tommy lifted his shirt over his head, Traci knew there was no getting out of it. She kicked off her sandals first, attempting to delay the inevitable. Then, slowly, she pulled her shirt up, revealing a white bra. As she dragged the shirt over her head, Tommy unzipped his shorts. He let them fall to the ground and glanced briefly at Traci, who was unsnapping her own shorts. Tommy waited as Traci slipped the shorts over her hips and down her legs. When she stepped out of them, they both looked at Tony.

The man with the knife moved forward a couple steps until he stood directly in front of Traci. Looking at Tommy, he said, "Keep going, kid." Tommy pulled off his briefs and added them to the pile of clothes on the floor. He had large thighs, a little waist, flat stomach and big arms…thanks to his farm upbringing and running. And no one in the room could help but notice his disproportionately long, thick cock. Even now, in this unreal setting, Traci's mind went back to the first time she had seen it in the locker room shower. She had been forced to strip naked and hand out towels to the guys as part of her freshman "initiation" on the cross-country team. It immediately had become her mission to feel him inside her, which first occurred as she stood leaning against a tree and he took her from behind during her final "initiation run."

"I think Mom's going to enjoy this," Tony said. "And Dad, we have a treat for you, too."

Tony moved the knife underneath the center of Traci's thin bra. He pushed it up so the blade was visible between her breasts and, in one quick motion, cut the bra in half. Traci shuddered at the suddenness of Tony's actions, but stood in place. Tony situated the knife on the inside of her left breast and pushed the bra aside with the blade. He ran the tip of the knife gently over her nipple, watching as the young girl closed her eyes, then he pushed back the other side of the bra. Traci's firm, tan breasts pointed outward from under the frayed remains of her bra as Tony moved the knife to her shoulder and used it to pull the strap down her arm. When he repeated the process on the opposite shoulder, the bra fell to the ground.

Tony admired the tits before saying, "Take off your panties."

Traci quickly removed the panties and stood nervously with her arms crossed in front of her. All eyes were on the girl's tall, athletic body. Her days of tanning topless on the back porch and naked at a tanning salon had resulted in a consistently gold tan that seemed even darker under her flowing blonde hair.

"What's your name?" Tony asked Tommy.

"Tommy."

"Well, Tommy, have you met your girlfriend's Mom yet?"

Tommy shook his head.

Tony looked at Carol. "Mom, this is Tommy. He's going to be your date tonight. Or, I should say, your first date. Dad, here, will be getting to know his daughter better," Tony continued. "Afterwards, Pete and I get our turn."

Pete smiled at his partner, who was already getting hard from watching Traci strip. Now, his cock desperately needed attention.

"OK, kid," Tony was saying to Tommy. "Climb up there and let Mom have a taste of that cock. When you're good and hard, fuck her like I'm sure you do her little girl." "Honey," he said to Traci, "I want you to suck on your father's dick until it's hard enough to sit on. Then I want you to fuck him from on top, so he can see those beautiful tits bounce. Now, get started." With the urging of a gun and large hunting knife, Tommy and Traci moved onto the bed together. Tommy straddled Carol and moved far enough forward so his cock was above her face. The limp cock hit her cheek before he placed it on her lips. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth a crack and extended her tongue. On the other side of the bed, Traci had moved between her father's legs and started to bend over. She placed one hand gently around John's cock and, with the other hand, pulled her blonde hair behind her head. She squeezed the cock a couple times before getting up the nerve to put her lips on its tip. Carol sucked on Tommy's cock as it grew harder. She was torn between the shame of the act and the amazement of the size of the flesh in her mouth. And she knew it was not nearly erect yet. Tommy leaned on the headboard and began fucking Carol's mouth, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Traci was beginning to increase her tempo as she felt her Dad's cock thicken inside her mouth. She ran her tongue over the length of the cock several times before returning it to the depths of her mouth. When it grew long enough, she put her hand around it and alternated between stroking and sucking. Meanwhile, Tommy watched the attractive woman under him take his cock in her mouth until it stretched to its maximum length. He slid down her body and put his legs inside hers, using his hands to spread them apart. He was taken by the fullness of her breasts and how smooth and soft her thighs were. The young man was tempted to be aggressive and force himself on her, but decided against it. Instead, he put a finger on her clit and squeezed it. Then he slid his middle finger between the folds of her cunt lips and felt the wetness of her pussy. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed. "Oh, God," Carol moaned softly. When John heard the familiar voice next to him and saw his young daughter's body moving over his, he knew it was time for her to climb on. He was afraid of how the feeling of her small cunt enclosing around his cock would cause him to react. John found out very quickly as Traci took little time placing herself over his cock, lowering herself gently and guiding him into her. Tommy took three thrusts before his balls first smacked against Carol's ass. He had lifted her legs and they now wrapped firmly around his waist. He put his hands around her wrists, which were fastened tight to the headboard, and pounded into her. After a couple minutes, he moved down so he could put his mouth on one of her tits, while at the same time putting his hands on Carol's ass and lifting her body up to his mouth. "Oh, my God, yes," Carol sighed when he sucked on her nipple. He switched tits and continued fucking her while licking her other nipple. Carol's cunt was being stretched beyond anything she had ever felt, and she didn't want it to end. The huge cock inside her and the sight of her husband's cock disappearing inside Traci's pussy was becoming more than she could take. Traci instinctively held onto her father's cock as it slid in and out of her cunt. She was losing all inhibitions as the room filled with the sounds of sex. Her goal now was to make the cock inside her cum, because she knew her own orgasm would quickly follow. When John dared open his eyes, he found himself staring at the pair of perfect tits bouncing on his daughter's chest. He had no doubt that, if his hands were free, he would hold them in his palms and squeeze the hard, protruding nipples. Carol squeezed Tommy's cock one more time with her tight cunt and he acknowledged it with a light bite of her nipple. "I'm going to cum," she whispered just barely loud enough for him to hear. He moved his head next to her ear, lowering his body onto hers, and whispered back, "Come on." At the moment his tongue touched the inside of her ear, she felt the rush of her orgasm start deep inside her and explode toward her cunt. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," she said. "God, yes, yes." Tommy felt Carol squeeze her legs tightly around his waist and pull against the constraints above her head. She flung her ass off the bed and tried to ram her entire body into his. Tommy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up until their stomachs smacked loudly together. "Oh, fuck, fuck……. Carol could only grunt each time Tommy rammed his cock into her after the orgasm began. Her head snapped back and forth on the pillow, her short hair flinging from side to side. Tommy's own orgasm started almost immediately and Carol felt the first splash of cum hit deep inside her like a blast from a hose. Tommy's balls gushed several more loads through his cock and he plunged into her violently. A second wave overtook Carol when Tommy moved his hands onto her tits and pushed them high onto her chest. The strength and size of the young man made her cum longer than she thought her body was capable of. "Oh, God," was all she could utter at the end. On the other side of the bed, John could hold back no longer when his wife's body began thrashing under Tommy. His body stiffened momentarily, then leaped upward toward Traci, who eagerly accepted the rigid cock. Traci held onto his waist as he thrust higher and higher, shooting many loads of cum inside her. When his cock briefly came out of her, she replaced it and tasted the sweet stickiness of their combined juices on her fingers. The second time he came out of her and the cock rubbed against her clit, she reached between her legs, massaged the still stiff cock against herself and came. "Ahhhh, yes, keep cumming," she said to him as more cum shot out from his cock. "Yes, yes." Her boobs hung just inches from his face as she leaned forward, her hand working feverishly on his cock and her own clit. John's cum dripped from her stomach back onto his. She shrieked again as another orgasm hit her, accentuated this time by her fingers squeezing her engorged clit. Finally, she fell limp on her father's chest, panting heavily. Ignored by the other four during the previous several minutes, Tony and Pete had undressed and watched the two couples with cocks in hand. As Tommy finished fucking Carol, Pete blasted a long stream of white cum onto the woman's breasts. Another followed as Tommy and Carol were recovering from their own orgasms. At the same time, Tony stood behind the bent over girl and came several times on her ass and lower back. He pushed his cock against the crack in her ass and allowed the girl's skin to squeeze more cum out of him. Tony rubbed the liquid over the small round ass and watched Traci fall onto her father. Later that evening, Tony and Pete took turns with the females—one tied to the headboard face up and one face down. Neither Traci nor Carol had another orgasm to equal the ones they had felt earlier. Nor would they soon.



Traci Is Hazed in College



I realize I’m the only freshman girl and the youngest member of the cross-country team, but Jesus. I’ll be nineteen in the spring, so I’m not a kid any more. Oh, I expected some hazing. In fact, I didn’t even mind it that much when they told me I’d have to hand out towels in the boys locker room the first week of practice…naked. I just wrapped a towel around me. When they argued, I said I was naked under the towel and they needed to be more specific next time.

It was fun watching the water flow over their cocks and cute butts. That is, until the seniors decided it was time for them to shower and we were out of towels. They gave me the choice of drying them off while wearing the towel or giving it to them. Now, I might have chosen to rub myself all over Tommy Harper…he really makes me hot…but the others? No way. So I stood there in the nude while they all stared at me like idiots.

My real problem was with the “initiation run”. I was told by some of the older girls on the team that it would happen on one of the hotter days so I should plan on wearing my smallest sports bra and running shorts. That was easy because I like to show off my 34B, Ashley Judd-like tits and little ass.

When the day for the run finally came, I was anxious to get it over with and be 
accepted as a member of the team. I got to the locker room a half hour early and changed quickly. As instructed, I wore a little black bra that exposed a full one-third of my breasts and baggy, high-cut jogging shorts that showed just the right amount of my butt cheeks without being indecent.

Walking past a mirror, I stopped to check myself out. From all angles I looked good. Wait until Tommy catches this act, I thought.

One by one, team members emerged from the locker rooms and congregated on the lawn in front of the athletic complex. I was asked several times by smiling guys if I was ready. I just smiled back and said, “Ready.”

The team captains, Eric and Kyle, and the coach outlined the distance and route of the run. They emphasized that no times would be kept, so we could keep our own pace. We were told the path took us off campus and through some thick, secluded woods with a walking/jogging path winding through it. At the end, Eric acknowledged that it was my “initiation run” and that everyone on the team should “welcome Traci on board.” I smiled self-consciously and felt my face blush when they cheered.

We started the run at an easy pace over the grassy lawns of the campus, past dorms and classrooms and, finally, into the woods. I ran mindlessly, paying attention only to the backs of the shorts in front of me—some guys, some girls. Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of the outline of a guy’s cock in a pair of too-tight shorts. I also noticed the sound of small packs of guys running close behind me. Guys that would normally pass me with ease. I purposely swayed my hips as I ran, assuming they were watching me just as I watched them.

It was hot even back in the shade of the woods. Sweat began to run down my neck and between my breasts. My bra clung tighter than normal to my moist tits, showing my nipples clearly. As we reached what appeared to be the most secluded area of all the woods, I heard soft talking in the pack behind me. Almost instantly after that, two boys were on either side of me. They each grabbed an arm and we came to a stop.

Behind me, I heard the Eric’s voice.

“Traci, don’t make a sound. We’re not going to hurt you. Don’t be scared. We’re only going to initiate you.”

I heard some of the guys laugh as I was led off the path and into the woods. We walked about 50 yards through thick undergrowth, hanging branches and fallen trees. Ahead was a small clearing. In the center was an odd looking tree, which, I soon found out, had been stripped of bark from the ground level to the first set of branches ten feet up the trunk. Hanging from the branches were two ropes with loops at the end.

By the time we got to the tree, six or seven guys and a couple girls were standing behind me. Eric told me to stand with my back to the tree.

“Get naked,” he said.

I stood and stared in disbelief. When he repeated the order and it was obvious the others weren’t going anywhere until I did, I took off my shoes and socks. I felt the sweat roll down my body when I leaned over. My hands shook as I stood up again and reached for my bra. With my arms crossed, I slowly lifted it over my breasts. The air felt cool when it hit my moist, uncovered tits. I raised the bra over my head, shaking my hair back into place as I dropped the bra to the ground. Instantly, I could feel my nipples hardening. Expressionless faces stared at my half naked body.

After a momentary pause, I put my thumbs inside my shorts and pushed them down. They fell to the ground and I kicked them aside. Again, I felt the cool air slide across my bare ass. Underneath the narrow patch of hair covering my pussy I felt wet.

I stood awkwardly, my hands hanging by my hips. Then Eric told me to turn around. I stopped when I faced the tree before continuing around without waiting for more instructions.

“God damn,” one of the guys said. “That is one fine body.”

“I think we’ve seen enough. It’s time to try her out,” Eric said. “Tie her up.”

Two boys took my arms, raised them over my head and placed my hands through the loops on the ropes. A quick tug upward on the ropes tightened the loops securely around my wrists. There was just enough slack in the ropes that I could move my arms slightly. The reason for this I would soon find out.

“As captains, Kyle and I will begin the initiation,” Eric said with a smile. “Traci, you may ask to be released at any time. The team will vote at the end of the initiation run whether you are still on the team. Do you understand?”

I nodded nervously.

“Do you want to continue?”

Again I nodded.

Eric pulled off his tank top and removed his shorts. His large cock was swollen, but not fully erect. He had a good body and I had admired his ass in the locker room during the towel incident. Now he stood inches in front of me, both of us naked, my arms outstretched over my head. He was several inches taller than me, which was emphasized even more since he left his shoes on.

His fingers lightly moved over my shoulders down to my tits. He traced around them before cupping each one in his palms. When he squeezed, his large hands nearly swallowed them up and I felt it clear to my cunt when he pinched my nipples.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this,” I urged myself silently.

Eric moved his hands down my stomach to my hips and, finally, around to my butt. The hands felt warm on my cold ass. He kneaded the soft flesh and pulled me toward him. Only then did I realize he was hard, his rigid cock pressed between us. With my ass in his hands, he kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. He rubbed his cock harder against me, moving it up and down just inches above my clit. Without even realizing it, I had spread my legs farther apart—partly to brace myself better and partly out of desire.

I felt one of his hands leave my ass and reach between my thighs.

“Spread your legs,” Eric whispered in my ear.

He moved his hand farther up my thigh until it touched my cunt. I twitched at his touch and raised up on my toes when his finger entered me. He was testing it to see if I was ready. And I was.

He guided his cock to the entrance of my cunt and pushed. Inch by inch he entered me. I closed my eyes and felt the stiff tool proceed farther and farther inside. Cheers from the ever-growing crowd around us brought me back to reality. Soon, Eric’s balls pressed against my pussy. I moaned softly, undeniably enjoying the feel of him inside me.

It only took him a couple of minutes to cum. He lifted me by the back of my thighs so my legs were wrapped around his waist. Holding me up by the butt, he rammed into me fiercely, grunting loudly each time he shot cum into me. I could feel the warm liquid mix with my own and ooze out when he withdrew. Shouts rang out from the crowd and I could see many guys with obvious hard ons pumping their fists in the air and cheering.

Kyle quickly took Eric’s place inside me. He was not as large as the other captain, but still stretched my cunt nicely. He was shorter than Eric and was able to suck on my tits as he fucked me. This brought me closer to my own orgasm, but I fought it back by staring up at the opening between the trees and concentrating on anything except the guy cumming time and again within my cunt.

When my eyes returned to the crowd surrounding me, I was surprised to see several more naked bodies, including Tommy and another female member of the team. Tommy had a killer body, with fabulous abs, big shoulders and arms, a little waist and, at the moment, a huge cock. The naked girl standing next to him was a really cute, small-breasted junior who was always friendly to me. Today I would find out why.

“Turn around, Traci,” Eric was saying to me. “Lean forward, place your hands on the tree and spread your legs.”

The ropes barely allowed me to reach the tree. When I was positioned as ordered, a pair of hands wrapped around my breasts. Gently they caressed my flesh. Just as I began to look behind me, I felt the massive cock touch my ass. Tommy leaned against me and stroked his cock up and down in my crack.

“Relax and enjoy it,” he spoke softly into my ear.

I turned back around to face the tree and closed my eyes, praying he would fuck me; yet dreading what would happen if he did. I heard rustling close behind me and another cheer from the crowd. At the exact moment I felt Tommy’s cock touch my cunt lips, something wonderfully wet and soft hit my clit. A tongue. Then, as Tommy entered me, a mouth. A young woman was sucking me while a gorgeous guy rammed me from behind.

Her soft hands clutched the back of my thighs while her tongue worked on my clit. A couple inches lower, the hardest, longest cock I had ever felt was slowly sliding in and out. Sometimes stopping so only the tip was in, then crashing back into me.

I was on the verge of begging them to stop. I desperately wanted not to cum. My mind raced with the pros and cons of continuing, when two strong hands grasped my hips firmly. Tommy’s pace quickened and his groans got louder until he nearly shouted with the onset of his first orgasm. I felt the shudder of his cock as the cum rose from his balls and into my cunt. The girl’s mouth closed tightly around my fully extended clit and I shrieked.

“Oh, fuck. Damn you. Damn you,” I yelled.

Tommy pushed me nearly through the tree with one last thrust and I lost it. My orgasm started in my stomach and exploded throughout my entire body, centering on the girl’s tongue as it licked furiously at my clit. Wave after wave hit me and I lost track of all time and space. I seized the ropes tightly and pulled as another orgasm shot from one end of me to another. 

“Aaaahhhhhhh, shit. Fuck me,” I cried.

But Tommy was pulling out of me, completely spent. Only the girl was left to finish me off. She waited until my body quit shaking, then she too moved to the side. I leaned against the tree in exhaustion, letting my body hang on the ropes.

For another hour, team members of both sexes assaulted my body from every angle. But all I could think about was Tommy and the girl.

I loathed them.

I loved them.



Traci Lords: I Was A Teenage Pornstar



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This interview with the ex-hardcore pornstar, Traci Lords, was first published in the Scottish music paper TRIGGER (5th October, 1995) then in dumb/SULK trigg-er fanzine (December, 1996).

***

Nora Kuzma has done more in her 25-odd years than most women do in a lifetime. As an actress she's appeared in two of weirdo director John Waters's main features ('Cry Baby' and 'Serial Mom'), played a scary cult member in the US teen-soap, 'Melrose Place', hammed it up as a bimbo waitress on 'Roseanne', been possessed by aliens in 'The Tommy Knockers' and grown wings in the SF movie 'Virtuosity'. 

As a singer she has appeared on the 'Pet Cemetery II' soundtrack, collaborated with Manic Street Preachers on their 1992 single, 'Little Baby Nothing', and released her own critically aclaimed techno album, '1,000 Fires' (recorded in London with ex-members of Jesus Jones, The KLF and The Thompson Twins). Her first single, 'Control', was a white-label dance-floor smash and reached the top position on the US Billboard Charts! 

But none of this matters.

The real reason the World's media wants to talk to her (and that includes us, it has to be said) is because, for a few mad years of her life - when she should still have been worrying about who would take her to the Prom - she got in a bit over her head with 'the wrong crowd' down on Redondo Beach and somehow ended up as one of the most famous hardcore porn stars in the World. 

The tale has been told so often now it's become a part of porno folk-lore. 

At the age of 14, Nora Kuzma, a pretty Jewish girl of Ukrainian descent had become so fucked-up by life that she convinced herself she wasn't going to make it past her 20th birthday anyway and so set off on a notorious self-destructive journey - running away from her Hollywood home and becoming TRACI LORDS.

Over the next 4 years Traci Lords developed a serious coke habit, appeared nude in various men's magazines, made what has been estimated at over 100 hard-core porn videos (many whilst still technically underage) and got busted by the FBI for her involvement in these. At 19 she shot up a dose of cocaine and almost died. It was this near-death experience that finally shocked her into taking stock of her life.

On '1,000 Fires', Traci sings 'Father's Field' - a disturbing song which describes the experience that first set her off on this troubled path. When she was only 10 years old and living in rural Ohio she was abused by an older boy in a field behind her parents' house. At first the song seems to be a fairly innocent introduction to sexual awakening but, as it progresses, things get frightening. 

Although the lyrics to 'Father's Field' are harrowing, the music seems to work in a different way. The hypnotic ambient groove gives the feel of a woman remembering the facts of her childhood abuse but unable to properly feel all the pain. This could almost be Traci at 19 - all her senses dulled by the cocaine she's injected - staring death in the face as images from her past float past like she's in a dream.

Despite the difficult subject matter, Traci Lords seems fairly relaxed as she sits here smoking cigarettes and drinking cups of coffee in the living room of her Hollywood home. Leaning forward on the over-stuffed, pale-green, silky sofa, she stubs the remains of a Marlboro Light out in her overflowing ashtray. The cat, Mr Steve, watches as she almost immediately places a new one between her lips and lights it. Traci is dressed casually in a pair of trashed, holey Levi 501 jeans and a white, V-neck, cotton T-Shirt with her bare feet resting on the stripped hardwood floor. The only concession she's made towards making-up her face (surprisingly pale for a native of Los Angeles) is the thick, trashy, black eyeliner that surrounds each eye. 

Did you have any qualms about including 'Father's Field' on your album? I don't think many people would feel comfortable about opening themselves up to the public in that way. 

Traci frowns, just a little, and brushes a few strands of peroxide-blonde hair from in front of her eye. 'That was probably the most significant thing that happened to me when I was growing up. The album deals with my life - so it would've been totally bizarre to have left out what was probably the most powerful thing I ever experienced.'

You've said in the past that at junior high-school here in California you felt that you were a bit of an outsider - that you didn't really fit in with anyone else. Do you think that was because of what had happened to you when you were 10?

'Yeah, it had to do with that and it had to do with the fact that I always looked different to everybody else. I was physically a lot more mature - more of a woman than a girl, really. Even when I was very young I was overdeveloped. It seemed like I was in some sort of a weird time-warp.' Miss Lords looks out the huge French windows, blinking into the sun as she remembers. 'I never really belonged to any clique. I just went from group to group and picked up different things along the way. I think that's why I listened to so many different kinds of music - why I did so many different things. I've always said that rock music - AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne and stuff like that - was really important in my life when I was growing up but I was also into dance music, soul, jazz, Elvis, The Cure, Blondie, The Cramps.'

Were the pornography and drug taking something you stumbled into, or do you think you kind of chose to go in that direction - maybe so you could work through your feelings about the abuse? 

'It was definitely something which I got involved in accidentally but in a way, when you think about it, I was in such a state - so angry and destructive, with all these twisted ideas about what sex actually was - that it makes perfect sense. I never planned to go and do drugs and make a bunch of porn films. It's not something that I'd want to rewind and do again but it happened and... uhm... in a sense it allowed me to go completely crazy and come out the other side.'

So, would you say that whole episode of your life was positive - that it helped you to grow?

'I don't think that it was particularly positive. It was just a thing that happened to me that was so bizarre that - when I stopped and took a look at it - it scared me into getting my life together.' Traci reaches her hand out and gently strokes Mr Steve's soft fur. He narrows his eyes and peers adoringly up at her.

Your music career really took off when you collaborated with Manic Street Preachers. I think that's when most people in Britain found out that you were getting involved in music.

'I didn't really collaborate with them - I worked with them. I sang on 'Little Baby Nothing' but I didn't write that song. They wrote it and asked me if I'd get involved so I met them and we talked. I thought they were a bunch of really cool guys so we just recorded it there in London. That was the first time I'd ever been in a recording studio. I'd been singing all my life but never in a professional sense so it was a way for me to gain experience as far as what it's like working in a studio. It's completely different to just singing in the shower, you know.' Traci laughs and taps ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. 

'Later on after they released that single, Richie made a statement to the press saying that basically he saw me as being that girl - 'Little Baby Nothing' - which I thought was pretty funny 'cause I didn't see myself as being her at all. It just goes back to perception. That was their interpretation of me.' She looks sad for a moment. 'I know that Richie's still missing and that distresses me.' Shrugging her shoulders she sips at her sweet, milky coffee - the third in the space of an hour. 

The Honeymoon Stich Radio Mix of your latest single, 'Fallen Angel', has quite an Indie-Rock sound. Could you ever see yourself making the sort of loud, angry 'vagina music' that Courtney Love makes?

'I don't know. It's funny that you mention Courtney 'cause I know I've been compared to her lately. I take that as a real compliment because I think she's an extremely talented artist. I love how trashy she looks - especially when she goes up on the stage and she's playing the guitar and she sort of props her leg up on one of the monitors. She usually has stockings and garter belts on underneath and you can see right up her dress. She's got her own little baby doll vibe about her. I love Polly Harvey too. PJ Harvey and Courtney Love - those are my favourites.' Traci Lords smiles, her soft, green eyes sparkling. 

'But when I was trying to get a deal and looking for people to work with I knew that I wanted to do a dance record. Not like a poppy, top-40 type thing. I wanted something that was real edgy and alternative. 

'I got into techno in 1992 when I was working as a model in London. I didn't have much money and I was living with three other girls in this shitty flat above a coffee shop - which was totally depressing - so we used to go to the clubs to escape from it all and that's where I fell in love with the music. I really wanted that influence to come across on my album so when I eventually signed with Radioactive that's what we did.'

With a lot of techno the lyrics are fairly minimal but with your stuff the words seem to be just as important as the music. 

'That was deliberate on my part. The one thing that I love about this music is that there are just so many highs and lows. They take you to a peak... then drop you... then take you back up again. It's all about building. But the one thing that's always bothered me about techno was that there weren't any vocalists and there weren't any lyricists. Sometimes you'd hear one phrase repeated over and over in a song and it was obviously just sampled - it didn't mean anything. I always wondered, 'Why can't techno have more of a soul? Why can't it be more human?'. That's what I tried to do. I didn't want to change it in any great way. I just wanted to add my own thing.'

Your songs all seem fairly autobiographical.

'Yeah, my album's all about obsession, addiction and control or being out of control. I think it is very personal. Some of the lyrics are taken from journals which I've kept since I was nine. As a writer how could you not write about the things you know - the things that you've experienced? If you're not going to tell the truth why even bother? That was why I felt this need to act and sing. It's a way for me to vent all my feelings - a way to express myself.'

As far as 'serious' acting goes, you worked a lot with John Waters early on but I think the first time I ever saw you was when you were on 'Roseanne'. What was it like working on that show?

'There's been a lot of stuff said about Roseanne but I've always thought she was amazing. She's a very strong woman and I think she's just absolutely hysterically funny. I was doing her show at the same time as 'Melrose Place' - where I played this girl called Ricki who seems sort of sweet early on but turns out to be totally volatile, a real weird, manipulative psycho - so that was a pretty wild time for me.'

And you recently worked with Denzel Washington in the film 'Virtuosity'.

'Yeah, that's a kind of futuristic film where I play a karaoke singer. It's wonderful. You see me in this cyberspace club singing 'Fallen Angel' - a song about suicide that I wrote round about the time Kurt Cobain killed himself. When I lift my arms up above my head they grow into giant angel's wings. That's the most expensive movie I've ever done.'

Do you think you'll every publish your personal journals or your poetry or write an autobiography?

Traci Lords smiles and stubs out her Marlboro. 'Maybe someday when I'm really old and all my teeth have fallen out - if I've nothing better to do. Right now I'm still so young and God-knows what's going to happen in the next twenty years. I'm nowhere near ready to tell the story of my life at this point, I haven't even lived it yet.'

Having made sexually explicit videos yourself how do you feel about the idea of pornography as art? Annie Sprinkle, for instance, uses elements of her earlier careers in prostitution and porn in her one-woman stage show. 

'If someone feels happy about using their body in that way and they really are an artist then they should go ahead and do it. It's their gig. We then have a choice to either like it or discard it. Censorship is totally wrong. It's frightening. I would never stand for it in any way, shape or form.'

What do you think about organisations like C.O.Y.O.T.E. who want prostitution decriminalised.

'Well, in some ways I think that it would be safer if it was legal because then it would be more controlled. But I can also see the other side of the argument - by validating prostitution, and saying that it's OK, there's a great fear that it could become totally rampant. It's hard to make a judgement and say, 'Yes, it's right,' or 'No, it's wrong'. It goes back to the point that if someone is doing something in their life that they really want to do - and they're not hurting anyone by doing it - who really has the right to stand up and say, 'No, you can't because I don't like that'?'

Do you think that prostitution and pornography are damaging in themselves or do you think that it's more to do with Society's attitudes towards sex?

Traci chews her lip and ponders this. 'I think both. There's definitely a stigma attached to sex work. People get weighed down morally and spend their time judging others, which is wrong. But, at the same time, I think that there isn't a tremendous amount of responsibility as far as the people involved in making films or in prostitution goes. They don't seem to know what's right and what's wrong. I think that kiddie porn is wrong. When you're talking about children or vulnerable people being victimised then I think it's terrible. The biggest problem is in the producers of these films. They just don't have a conscience. They're not bothered about the lives of the people involved - about the ways they're being affected. They just care about their bank accounts.'

What do you think about the other side of the coin - all those American teenagers who are now pledging vows of celibacy? 

Miss Lords shrugs her shoulders. 'I think it's great. If you've got a kid that's maybe 14 or 15 years old who's really taking a look at things and saying, 'OK, I'm going to have sex,' or 'No, I don't want to have sex yet,' and they decide against it because they want to grow in other ways - they don't want to be frivolous with their bodies - then I think that's a beautiful thing. It's not negative at all.'

I've seen a few of them on chat shows and I think it's good that they've made some kind of decision about how they're going to live their lives but, at the same time, a lot of them seem pretty puritanical. I got the impression they were judging anyone who didn't share their beliefs. 

'Yeah, I hate judgement. Unfortunately, everybody does it to some degree. When you meet somebody you form a first impression. That's all it is - a vibe about who you think they are. Once you really know that person it's hard to put such a label on them. The press are constantly placing people in little categories, which is annoying. You can't really put a whole person - who's comprised of all these different aspects - into one category and say, 'Oh, this one's a bad girl,' or 'That one's a good girl'. It's limiting. They're trying to make people one dimensional and, of course, people aren't one dimensional.'

How different are you now as a person than when you were in your teens - abusing drugs and making pornos? 

'I'm not a saint now,' Traci says, crossing her legs. 'I still have my wild side. Like everybody else temptation is always there. But I think that the biggest difference between myself now and then is that in those days I was just a destructive little kid. That experience helped me mature. I'm a little older now. My head's clearer. I've been through all that stuff and I've seen it for what it is so it's not as tempting anymore.'

So, just how much of a rock 'n' roll animal are you now? What did you get up to last night, for instance?

'Last night I was so exhausted that I just wanted to curl up and crash - so I took a bath, a big bubble bath, and fell asleep in my bed at about 11. When I woke up this morning there were messages on my machine from all of my friends who were out partying last night. They were a bit pissed at me 'cause I'd stood them up.'

'Traci Lords - too tired to party.' Maybe that should be the headline above the interview.

Traci smiles, picks up the box of Marlboro Lights from the table, taps out the last cigarette and places it between her lips as if to say, 'I still have some vices, you know.' As she lights the end and inhales, the tip burns fiercely orange and a thick wisp of bluey-grey smoke curls above her head.

My heart is beating hard in my chest. I can feel my stomach tightening up as I reach out my trembling hand to touch the ex-porn star's pale leg. She looks at me and grins, wickedly, brushing a hand up towards her chest.

Probably.

Because, of course, this is a bunch of Gonzo.

I DID talk to Traci Lords but I've never been in her house. I've never been in LA. I've never even made it across the Atlantic. In reality, I was sitting the whole time in a sterile radio station somewhere in Scotland, with clumpy old fashioned earphones fixed to my head, sheepishly mumbling my questions into a big fluffy mic.

Can't blame me for fantasising, though.

***

AUTHOR'S NOTE: You can read my erotic fiction here on Lit, posted under the names "Alexander Tzara" and "Roger Simian". Remember to vote or email me your feedback.



Traci Poses for the Camera



Traci still couldn’t believe that a fabulous guy like Tommy Harper would want to take her to the small beach by the isolated lake near campus. She was an eighteen-year-old freshman and he was a junior, almost twenty-one. They both ran on the cross-country team and had quickly become friends. Well, OK, they were more than that. And tonight Traci hoped to once again feel his thick cock deep inside her.

Tommy had told her about the old cabin, the woods and the lake few people seemed to know was even there. But, this was the first time they’d had a chance to get there together. Despite Traci’s anger over thinking about how many other girls Tommy may have had on the beach, she was glad to be there with him.

They parked next to a cabin that appeared to be deserted, walked a short distance through the woods and down to the lake. The thin stretch of beach allowed enough space for Tommy to build a small fire and lie out a beach towel. It had been hot during the day, but was getting cooler now that the sun was down. Plus, the beers from Tommy’s cooler were plenty cold. Traci was glad she had put on a sweatshirt to go with her shorts.

The young couple watched the fire grow larger and hotter as they drank and talked, losing all track of time. Tommy put his arm around Traci when she shivered and they kissed passionately. He slid one hand under her sweatshirt in the back and moved it up her back, feeling her soft, warm skin. As usual, Traci wasn’t wearing a bra and Tommy worked his hand around her side until it rested on one of her breasts. When he squeezed the hard nipple, Traci moaned and kissed him even harder.

They fell together on top of the towel, their legs tightly intertwined. Traci placed her hands on Tommy’s ass and clutched it as he rolled on top of her. He brushed her blonde hair off her face and kissed her again.

Suddenly, a bright light shown down on them from above.

“Shit,” Traci said loudly.

“What the…” Tommy began to say as he looked up.

They both put their hands in front of their eyes to protect against the brilliant light.

“Hi, kids,” a voice behind the light said.

Traci and Tommy could now see the outline of a man holding the large flashlight that was flooding the area with light. They couldn’t make out his features, yet. But, somehow neither of them felt threatened. Just startled.

“Come here often?” he asked them.

“No. Not really,” Tommy said hesitantly while moving beside Traci.

“My name’s Garrett. I own the cabin…and the land,” the man said.

“We can leave. We’re sorry,” Traci stammered. She was pulling her sweatshirt down and brushing her hair back with her hand.

“That’s OK. I just saw the car and wanted to make sure it wasn’t anybody messing with the cabin,” Garrett said. “The security system was on, but I’m a professional photographer and there’s some equipment in there I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“You’re a photographer? Really?” Traci said enthusiastically. She raised herself up and sat on her knees.

“Mainly nature and still life,” he said. “I have a studio in town and use the cabin occasionally.”

“Photography’s kind of a hobby of mine and I’m considering majoring in art. I’ve also modeled and I’m not sure whether I want to be the photographer or the model,” she said smiling.

Tommy settled back on the beach towel, not sure what to make of the scene. His heart was still racing and his cock was just now beginning to soften after getting ready for what he thought would be uninterrupted sex with Traci.

“I’m always looking for new subjects,” Garrett said. “And if you’re serious about photography, you can test my equipment. Stop by the cabin before you leave and I’ll give you my card so you can call me when you want to come over. Or come up now. I don’t care.”

“Can we?” Traci asked. She looked at Tommy. “Come on, let’s go.”

Tommy looked at her in disbelief. But, she was already standing, so he grabbed the cooler, picked up the towel and said, “Let’s go.”

Garrett led the way with the flashlight. They followed the narrow path through the woods until lights from the cabin became visible. Along the way, they introduced themselves and Garret told how he inherited the land from his family. He turned off the flashlight when they reached the back door and he led them in.

The cabin was simple and looked very lived-in. Tripods, camera cases, lights and backdrops were everywhere. When they got to the living room, there was more equipment than furniture.

“You guys want a beer?” Garrett asked.

“Sure,” Tommy said, suddenly more comfortable with the situation.

Traci was examining a large camera mounted on a tripod near the center of the room. The sound of bottles rattling and a refrigerator door closing came from the kitchen. Garrett returned with three beers and said, “Find a place to sit down. Move stuff if you have to.”

Traci and Tommy sat next to each other on a couch, while Garrett leaned against a tall stool by one of the cameras. He talked about his business and most interesting photo sessions. He said he enjoyed nature shots, but his favorite sessions involved people, which often included girls from the college. He said the girls often wanted to build portfolios they could use for modeling jobs.

“Most of those girls won’t get modeling jobs in a million years,” Garrett said, finishing his beer. “How’d you get into it, Traci?”

“A fashion store back home,” she said. “They wanted girls for ads in the local paper. I did school clothes and some swimsuits.”

“You have to start somewhere,” Garrett said. “Another beer?”

He retrieved refills and passed them around.

“You’re nice and tall,” Garrett said to Traci. “The perfect height, actually.”

“Thanks,” she said. “You would do a portfolio for me? How much?”

“Three hundred dollars. You get twenty color eight by tens in a case.”

“Wow. You pay that for ten pictures back home. I might take you up on that,” Traci said.

Garrett took a long drink and put his beer on the stool.

“How about a few shots of you two together?” he said casually, reaching for the large camera Traci looked at earlier.

“Now?” Tommy asked.

“Sure,” Garrett said, taking the camera off the tripod.

“Come on, Tommy. It’ll be fun,” Traci urged him.

Garrett was already standing in front of the couch, raising the camera to his eye. “Get a little closer,” he instructed them.

Tommy took Traci’s beer bottle and, along with his, placed them on a table next to the couch. Traci moved over until touching Tommy’s body with her’s.

“Put your arm around him, Traci,” Garrett said, focusing and moving for a better angle. “Look here and smile.”

The flash went off and the young couple blinked. Garrett moved a foot to his right and Tommy and Traci continued looking at him. Another flash.

“Do you mind kissing?” Garrett said smiling. “I know you can kiss from earlier.”

Traci was the first to move, putting her hand on the back of Tommy’s head and pulling him towards her. She kissed him enthusiastically, urged on by the alcohol and leftover horniness from their time on the beach. Two more flashes.

Garrett took several more shots of them together, ending up with Traci’s legs crossed over top of Tommy’s. Everyone was becoming more comfortable with each photo taken.

“Good. Now, Traci, would you take off your sweatshirt?” Garrett asked.

“I don’t…” Traci stumbled over the words. “I’m…uh.” She looked at Tommy, who said nothing, his hands on her bare legs below her shorts. Garrett stood motionless and waited.

Finally, Traci grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up. In one motion, it uncovered her naked breasts and was lifted over her head. Traci’s blonde hair fell back in place as she threw the sweatshirt on the floor. Tommy and Garrett gazed at the perfect pair of breasts that were now exposed. They were firm, full and tan, pointing up at the nipples, which stuck out from light brown areolas.

Garrett also admired the girl’s thin waist and flat stomach with its small, shiny belly ring. He was already envisioning what their portfolio shoot might entail.

“Beautiful,” he said, taking another shot. “Tommy, put your hand on one.”

Tommy placed his hand on Traci’s right breast and squeezed.

“No. Don’t squeeze,” Garrett said. “Just rest the hand on it.”

Tommy did as instructed and Garrett took pictures from several angles. Tommy and Traci looked at each other with slight smiles, then kissed. Garrett moved and kept shooting.

“Take off his shirt,” Garrett told Traci while the couple was still kissing.

Traci pulled the shirt off and threw it next to her sweatshirt on the floor. Tommy was not a bodybuilder, by any means, but had a nice chest and well-defined abs. His arms were muscular, but not huge.

“OK. Lay down and just be natural,” Garrett said next in a soothing tone.

By now, the young couple hardly needed directions. They stretched out on the couch with Traci ending up on top. She moved over until she was directly over Tommy, her breasts a few inches above his bare chest.

Flashes lit up the room.

“Hang on a second,” they heard Garrett say. Within seconds, two lights and a reflecting screen were positioned near the couch. The heat from the lights felt good on her back, Traci thought.

“OK. Traci, rest on his chest. Do whatever feels comfortable,” the photographer said.

The girl’s breasts flattened as she lowered herself onto her boyfriend. They kissed again and Tommy put his hands on her ass. When Traci lifted her lips off Tommy’s, she inched forward and pushed herself up until her left breast was over his face. Slowly, she dropped it so the nipple fell into his open mouth. Soon, half of the breast disappeared behind his lips.

Garrett was taking pictures at a frantic pace now, having changed film one time and grabbing a second camera. His cock pressed against the inside of his jeans, attempting to find more room the larger it got.

“Traci, take off your shorts,” Garrett said without asking this time.

Traci got on her knees, unsnapped her shorts and pulled down the zipper. Both Tommy and Garrett watched intently as she pushed her shorts down her legs, revealing a pair of small white panties. She used one hand to pull the shorts off her legs, kicking off her sandals at the same time.

She looked at Garrett who was letting his eyes take in the entire length of her beautiful body.

“Take off Tommy’s shorts,” he told her.

Traci looked at Tommy, as if for permission. He just nodded. The girl removed the shorts and his shoes before looking back at the obvious hard-on under his boxers. Garrett was just watching now, waiting to see how far he could take this.

“Stand up, Traci,” he said.

Traci stood and faced the photographer.

“Brush your hair back with your hands.”

Lights flashed several times as Garrett moved around her body. Traci’s breasts were pulled tight as she lifted her arms higher. Without being told, she arched her back slightly.

“Take off your panties,” Garrett said softly. If she did this, he knew he’d get what he had in mind all along.

Traci began to slide the panties down, exposing her bare ass to Tommy and her pussy to Garrett. She held her legs together and wriggled out of the underwear. When she stood back up, her legs were still close together, her hands hanging by her thighs.

“Place your hands on your hips and spread your legs the width of your shoulders,” he instructed her.

Again, Traci obeyed, revealing a small patch of neatly cut hair around her pussy. Garrett took pictures from one side of her to the other.

“Turn around.”

Traci now faced Tommy and watched him smile at her as the flashes went off. This time, however, she made the first move by leaning over the couch and pulling her boyfriend’s boxers off. Tommy’s cock sprung up, almost completely erect. Garrett put the camera down and watched.

Traci placed her hand around the thick cock pointing up at her and stroked it gently. She got back on the couch, placing her legs between Tommy’s and resting on her knees. She leaned over and, with her hand around the base of Tommy’s cock, put her tongue on the very tip.

Tommy closed his eyes in anticipation of what would come next. Before long, he felt his girlfriend’s lips around the top of his cock, which was now rock hard. Lower and lower the lips slid until the entire length of the cock was inside Traci’s mouth. Garrett watched as the girl’s breasts hung freely below her and her small ass stuck farther into the air at the end of the couch.

The photographer began to undress as Traci worked on Tommy’s cock. Her hand and mouth worked in unison, rising and falling as one. Neither Traci nor Tommy seemed aware or concerned that Garrett was now naked, his own erect cock in his hand. Quietly, he moved behind Traci, staring at her round ass as it bobbed up and down above the armrest, her feet hanging over the edge. Below her ass, Traci’s pink cunt opened wide for Garrett to view.

He put his hands on her ass and squeezed. The cheeks were barely large enough to fit in his hands, but they were soft and warm. Even warmer was the area surrounding her pussy, which he stroked with his hand until reaching her clit. Traci raised her ass higher at the feel of his hand stimulating her.

Garrett moved closer, placing his hands on Traci’s hips and the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He was delighted to feel the tightness of her young cunt wrap around his cock. Yet, she was very wet and he needed to apply only a small amount of pressure to push farther in. When his balls struck her ass, he heard a soft moan come from the girl.

Tommy had watched Garrett move behind Traci and now saw the man’s face contort in pleasure as he drove his cock into her from behind. This caused the girl to suck even harder on Tommy’s cock. Just as he put his hands on Traci’s breasts, Tommy felt the first rush of his orgasm flow up from his balls.

“Yes, babe,” he said. “That’s it. I’m gonna cum.”

Traci wrapped her hand tightly around the base of his cock and pumped her mouth over it furiously.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes,” Tommy said.

Cum spurted out of his cock in warm, sweet bursts, hitting the back of Traci’s throat. Tommy moaned loudly, continuing to spray cum into her mouth until it dripped onto her chin, while his head swayed back and forth as the intensity of his orgasm peaked. At the end, he raised his ass off the couch, trying to coax the last of his cum to escape into Traci’s mouth.

Tommy was pinching Traci’s nipples, a habit he knew she got off on. Combined with Garrett’s hand working her clit and his cock pounding into her cunt, she was near her own orgasm.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Harder.”

Both men increased their efforts as Traci raised her head, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for us,” Tommy urged her.

The girl let out a soft cry, and her orgasm began. Her body shook in Garrett’s hands and her blonde hair whipped back and forth as she was pushed forward with the photographer’s thrusts, only to move back to meet the next one. She squeezed her cunt tightly around his cock, causing the final orgasm in the group to start.

“Aaahhhhhh, yes, yes,” Garrett said roughly.

The pair came together and the room was filled with the sound of Garrett’s thighs hitting Traci’s ass. Tommy squeezed the girl’s nipples harder, which made her squeal in delight. Garrett pulled her backwards and plunged into her time and again, spilling cum deep inside her each time.

Their moans faded away slowly and Garrett pulled out, allowing Traci to fall to the couch beside her boyfriend. As the photographer dressed, he looked at the young couple.

“You’ll come back for your portfolio, Traci?” he asked.

“You better fucking believe it,” she said with a smile.



Traci Runs Into Eric



The trail’s one-mile marker passed with Traci glancing at her watch. She was right on pace despite an unseasonably warm sun beating down. By July she would want to knock off a few seconds, but for late April she was doing fine.

Perspiration was only now beginning to discolor the top of her Coolmax jogging bra. She was prepared to suffer the awkwardness of running without a t-shirt in order to work on her tan. Besides, maybe that guy with the gray eyes and killer butt would be here today. Otherwise, she had worn the size-too-small Lycra shorts for nothing. The ones that easily could have passed for black body paint.

One and a half miles and Traci was running effortlessly, her leg muscles fully warmed up and loose. The crunching of dirt under her feet eventually was joined by a second set of rhythmic strides. She listened intently as the sound approached, halted for a couple dozen strides, then got closer still.

“Hi.”

Traci looked to her left…into a pair of gray eyes below blonde hair swishing in the wind.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. She wanted to add, “Talk to me”, but chose to say, instead, “Perfect day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. This is great.” They ran side by side without speaking. If Traci had spent half as much time thinking of what to say rather than chiding herself for being so childish about this she would have been better off.

“How far you going today?” the man with the eyes asked.

“Six miles,” Traci replied. “How about you?”

“I think only four. We’ll see.”

He was looking at her; the bounce of her breasts and the flat stomach and the long legs. And that ass.

He looked ahead when she turned to look at him. If…no, when…he did run ahead of her, at least she would get a look at that beautiful butt. She would have nearly half a mile to imagine her hands clutching it as he drove his hard cock into her….

“You live nearby?”

Traci nearly stumbled as her mind re-entered the real world.

“Uh, yeah. A few blocks. Sometimes I can’t believe I drive up here. I’m so lazy,” Traci said.

He laughed as Traci contemplated the stupidity of her statement. This guy was turning her into mush and she had no clue who he was.

“I know. Me, too.”

OK. So now we’ve established he’s a well-mannered, gorgeous dude, she thought. Why is he talking to me?

“You look like you run a lot. Do you compete?” he asked.

How did he know she was a frustrated Olympic marathon champ? That she had won the NCAA cross-country title four years straight…in her dreams?

“No. I ran cross-country in school, but just for fun…and to meet guys.”

Shit. Jesus, Traci, you are SO damned brain dead. If she could have grabbed the words out of the air before they got to him she would have. Instead, his laughter rang through the woods surrounding the trail.

She was 24 and felt like a 14 year old. He looked to be at least five years older than her. In Traci’s mind, all hope of him treating her like an equal were now shot.

“Did it work?”

It was Traci’s turn to laugh. She hadn’t expected that one, lost as she was in her self-deprecating funk.

“Well, yes and no. I got dates but nothing serious.”

“That’s hard to believe,” he said. When she looked up at him, he appeared to be ready to add another comment. But, he didn’t

Nor would she reveal that the other girls on the team received as much of her attention as the guys. This could wait.

They were approaching the two-mile mark and Traci felt no more relaxed than when he first said hi. However, she wouldn’t have hesitated to turn off into the woods, rip off his shorts and fuck him until they came together. She questioned her own sanity. But, only briefly. She bet he liked to do it from behind.

It hadn’t struck her that he’d be turning around at the two-mile mark because, of course, her mind wasn’t really there when he said he was doing four miles. So, his comment that he hoped she had a good run came somewhat as a disappointing surprise.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks. You, too.”

“See ya.” He turned. He was gone…with no butt to watch.

Traci felt as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She spent much of the next mile rehashing their conversation, what there was of it. At the three-mile mark she realized she was a good twenty seconds ahead of her normal pace.

“Relax, girl. He’s gone,” she told herself. She felt his hands on her waist as she bent over the side of the bed…

The end of the trail finally loomed around the corner. Her mind had been lost in various fantasies for almost three miles. Her bra was drenched, her nipples were clearly outlined in the material and she felt like fucking that 53-year-old bald, fat guy that just passed her. She needed to get home.

She looked at her watch, smiled and walked to her car. As she hit the remote and heard the doors unlock, she noticed something on the windshield. A white piece of paper was stuck under the wiper. She leaned over, removed it and started to open the folded note.

In neatly written script, she read, “Thanks for chatting. Eric. 864-9753.”

Fuck. How’d he know that was my car? The nerve. She read the note again. She opened the car door and plopped into the seat. She threw the note on the passenger seat next to a CD. Traci’s head fell back against the headrest. She felt her heart thumping in her chest.

She looked over toward the note; almost hoping it wasn’t there. “Eric. 864-9753” was all she could see of the folded message. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Traci drove home barely cognizant of the traffic around her. She was angry, excited, scared and unsure. Once inside her condo, she finished a half empty bottle of water and headed for the shower.

She peeled off her bra and shorts; chilled by the air hitting her exposed, damp flesh. Hastily, she turned on the shower and stepped inside. Adjusting the temperature slightly, she placed herself under the spray and let it fall over her. She ran her hands over the top of her head and down the back of neck, soaking the length of her long blonde hair.

Traci covered a large, yellow sponge with body wash and cleaned off the sweat from her run. The soap bubbled quickly and she let it slide down her body before finally rinsing. At one point during the shower she even thought about food rather than “Eric. 864-9753.” But not for long.

Dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, she turned on the TV and threw herself on the couch. She reached for the remote…but grabbed the phone. Then a vision of her dead body in the woods flashed before her. She laid down the phone.

Five minutes later, it was back in her hands. 8-6-4-9-7-5-…3. She cleared her throat during the first ring.

“Hello.”

Silence. “You’re welcome,” Traci said.

More silence. “I hope I wasn’t bothering you while you ran.”

“Of course not,” Traci answered quickly, pulling her legs under her. “I’m just not a very good conversationalist.”

“Oh, no. You are,” he said with emphasis. “I just hope you weren’t offended by my directness…leaving the note and all.”

“Nope,” she lied. “I’m glad you did.”

“I’ll look for you the next time I’m there. And I hope you’d let me buy you dinner some day soon.”

Are you dessert, she thought?

“Sure. Tell me more about you.”

He hesitated for a second. “Well, there’s not much to tell. I sell specialized computer software. I live on the east side…and like pretty girls.”

“Then why did you leave me that note?” Traci asked with a grin.

Eric chuckled. “I said I like pretty girls. Especially when I know their name. Yours is…?”

“Traci.”

“Hi, Traci. I’m Eric.”

“Hi, Eric.”

“Have dinner with me,” he almost demanded.

“Tonight?” Traci asked with a tone of disbelief.

“Well, not unless you want to. You tell me when you can go.”

Traci’s calendar did not take that long to review in her mind. “Friday.”

“Perfect. Should I pick you up or do you want to come here?” Eric asked.

Traci provided her address and directions. They established a mutually agreeable time and the conversation ended.

Traci could feel her body instantly relax the moment she set the phone down. She’d have to settle down before her date or it would be a disaster, she convinced herself. How long could she keep her hands off his butt?

She went into the kitchen pondering other questions she didn’t know why she was asking. Deep in the recesses of the refrigerator was a single bottle of beer. She pulled it out and twisted off the cap. She needed this.

Although she contemplated what to wear all week, Thursday evening brought on a heightened state of anxiety. She had no idea where they were going. Thus, an attire dilemma.

Traci picked up the phone from the side of her bed and dialed the number she now had memorized.

“Hello.”

She somehow felt relieved it was his voice and not another female’s. “Hi. It’s me. Traci.”

“Hi. What’s up?”

“What will you be wearing tomorrow? I mean…I don’t know how formal to get,” she stammered.

“God. Formal? You don’t know me, obviously. I was going to wear Dockers. Does that help?”

Traci stepped to the business casual portion of her closet. “Sure does. Thanks. How’s your week been?” She complimented herself on the transition.

“Good. Got a lot done. You?”

“Not bad. Nothing as interesting as dinner with a new friend though,” she said.

“Well, I’ll try not to ruin your week for you,” Eric said with mock disgust.

Traci giggled nervously. “I doubt that you will. See you tomorrow.”

She tossed the phone on the bed and returned to the closet. She pushed aside half a dozen outfits before eyeing an Abercrombie embroidered top that cost her far too much. Traci held it up, smiling wryly at the intricate design sewn around the plunging neckline. A pair of light blue flared Chinos completed the set.

“So, you like my butt,” she said out loud, turning the pants so she could see the back.

The outfit was re-hung and the closet door closed noisily.

Friday went slowly at work for Traci and Eric. Eric prepared himself for the worst and hoped for the best. The best, in Eric’s mind, would be a second date. His expectations were always understated.

Traci dreamed big and usually kicked herself afterwards for harboring unrealistic aspirations. She envisioned the two of them having wild sex with clothes strewn about the floor. Too often, she settled for a kiss, never to see the guy again.

That’s when she would call Judy. Judy always made things better. Judy kissed her, too. But it wasn’t the same.

It was only ten minutes after Eric was to arrive that she heard the doorbell. One of Traci’s weaknesses was being unforgiving to anyone who was late. She could tolerate this one, under the circumstances.

She looked down at her shirt as she walked to the door. Good. Her hands reached back and swiped across her butt. Good.

The door opened to a much better looking Eric than the one from the trail. They exchanged greetings and Traci let him in. Both were pleasantly surprised with the dressed up version of the person they were attracted to even in sweaty running gear.

Traci didn’t do makeup, except for a very faint eye shadow. Her mouth was too wide to accent, she always reasoned. So, guys were stuck with the “natural” her. For better or worse.

Eric had hair that didn’t need anything done to it to look great. While his face might have been average at best, Traci gave extra credit for the body. If he had a brain and manners…well, that deserved being rewarded.

The evening proved that he had all of that and more. She was impressed with his maturity and ability to discuss nearly any topic she brought up. Her fear that she might seem childish to him by comparison was unfounded. Eric found Traci adorable and fun.

All of this without either one having to get drunk. Rare, indeed, for Traci.

Eric had picked out one of Traci’s favorite places to eat and neither one stumbled over the ordering, tipping or paying pitfalls that often beset first dates. Eric’s main concern was a second date. Traci’s was not being overly aggressive. At least until they were naked.

She invited him in when they got back to her place and he accepted. This was normally an uncomfortable time for Traci, but she felt relaxed after spending more than two hours with him in a restaurant talking about more than she had anticipated.

Traci got them beers. If they needed more than six, Traci knew she’d be passed out on the floor by then anyway. Hopefully, naked and not alone.

She sat on the couch next to Eric. They talked, but her mind was elsewhere. Did he find her attractive? Too young? Too dumb? Too skinny? Too fat?

She was handing him a refill twenty minutes later and didn’t yet have a single answer to her questions. The fact he was still there should have said something.

Then, even THAT assurance crumbled as Eric said, “I really should go.”

Traci gave her best pouty look and said, “OK. I hope you had a good time.”

They were standing now and Eric stepped closer to her. “I had a great time.”

He didn’t want to ask her if she would do it again. He’d give her an opportunity later to answer that. She had the number.

Eric leaned into Traci, put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her. It was a short, soft kiss. Just long enough for Traci to put her hands on his waist. When the kiss ended, she didn’t let go.

Instead, she looked up into his eyes and pulled him even closer. Their bodies met and Traci lifted her head to his once more. They kissed again.

This time it was long and hard and passionate. Traci didn’t get this opportunity often and she wasn’t going to let him escape without making a statement first. Their heads tilted and their mouths opened wider. Eric’s hands were now behind Traci, feeling her body press against his.

He couldn’t help it now. He couldn’t have stopped the hardness between his legs from growing if he’d tried. And she had to know it.

Traci wrapped her arms around him and felt every inch of him against her. It was one of the more electric kisses she had ever experienced. A new man. A real man. A man she really wanted.

“Don’t go yet.”

She couldn’t believe she said it. She wasn’t even looking at him when she said it. But, she meant it sincerely.

“If I stay…” he began. Then stopped.

“Yes?”

The silence filled the room.

“If I stay, I’m going to want you,” he finished.

Traci smiled; almost laughed. “I can tell.”

Her hand slid between them and came to rest on the bulge in the front of his pants. Traci’s palm caressed it.

Now she was looking up at him again. “You can have me.”

Eric’s hands moved from her back to her sides, then to her chest. She felt his fingers embrace the outside of her breasts and travel around until they enveloped her. Part of his hands lay on the open front of her shirt and she felt his skin on hers.

They kissed and he squeezed her. She returned the favor, feeling his cock strain under her tightened grip. As their kiss grew in intensity, Eric’s hand felt for the top of Traci’s exposed breast. His fingers slipped inside her shirt and felt the softness of her breast. When the fingers reached the edge of her bra, he stopped.

Traci supposed Eric was going to be shy about this. If left to his own impulses, she may not get the desired result. Therefore, it was up to her to move first.

Never the bashful type, Traci went straight for the zipper. She amazed even herself at the speed with which she found it and had it half way down. Another tug and she had it opened.

Their kiss was over now as she concentrated on getting her long fingers inside his pants. Then his boxers. She was impressed with what she found. Eric’s cock was hard and long, escaping from the boxers right on cue. While not what she would consider excessively thick, she expected that once insider her it would do just fine.

Eric took the opportunity to lift off Traci’s shirt while she still stood in front of him. She let go of his cock long enough for the shirt to rise over her head and reveal her thin, silky black bra. It barely covered her nipples and the very bottom of her breasts, leaving a lot for Eric to gaze at as he dropped her shirt to the floor.

He ran his fingers over the edge of the black material as Traci regained hold of his cock. She dropped to her knees. The cock pointed skyward, exposing the underside to her tongue.

She licked him from the base to the tip. Traci’s hands pulled his shirt out of his pants and her hands slid up his tight stomach. Her tongue once again rose up his hard shaft.

Now her hands fell to his belt, which she unfastened easily, followed by the button on his pants. She watched as the pants fell in a heap at his feet. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she felt it throb.

Little by little, she pulled down on his boxers. Once they were clear of the protruding cock, she lowered them to his ankles. His shirt covered just the tip of his cock and she pushed it aside. After one last lick, she put it in her mouth.

She felt Eric’s body tense as she tightened her lips around his cock and sucked. Then, she finally had a chance to feel the entirety of his butt with her bare hands. She clutched it firmly and pulled him toward her.

Traci could feel the firmness, and fullness, of his ass. It was cool and smooth…just what she had imagined since first seeing it on the trail. And she would make sure he knew that she admired it even more now.

Traci pulled away from Eric and reached behind her. She unclipped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders. Eric watched while removing his shirt. Traci’s bra hit the floor several seconds before his shirt fell on top of it.

She leaned forward again and allowed his cock to rest on her naked breasts. Traci pressed forward and squeezed the cock against Eric’s lower abdomen. Moving slightly, she positioned the cock between her breasts.

Very deliberately, she raised and lowered herself so that she was massaging the cock with her chest. A hint of precum oozed from the tip. She bent down, licked it off and heard a soft moan come from above.

Traci could feel the heat rising between her legs. She had to have him inside her. Now.

She took off his shoes and yanked the pants and boxers from around his ankles. Eric struggled at first to regain his balance, but now he stood naked, his legs free of any encumbrances.

Eric looked down at the topless girl in front of him, watching her breasts sway with her movements. Then she sat on the floor facing him before slowly leaning back until she was lying down. Her feet stretched between his legs.

Without a word, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper. Eric did not wait. He lowered himself to the floor and helped her pull the pants down her legs. He got them to her feet before removing her shoes, then the pants.

Eric looked at the long legs, small waist and inviting breasts. But, his eyes quickly returned to the small pair of panties covering her pussy. A faint outline of her slit could be seen through the material. He felt his cock harden at the sight and he moved rapidly.

The man’s hands slid up the inside of her thighs, across the warm pussy and up to the waistband of the panties. Traci raised her hips as he pulled them down. A thin strip of light brown hair cut neatly above her clit gave way to a shaven pussy. He continued to look at her as the panties slid off Traci’s feet.

Traci spread her legs slightly and ran her hand over her stomach, down to her clit. She bent her knees outward as she played with herself. Eric was mesmerized, wondering what she would do next.

Again, Traci didn’t use words. She held her arms out in a beckoning motion. Eric tenderly fell into them, allowing his body to press down into hers. He took a second to enjoy the feel of her breasts, thighs and cunt brush against him. Then they were lost in a kiss.

Eric’s mouth proceeded down Traci’s neck to the area between her breasts. Light kisses and licks turned more frenetic as he closed his mouth around her left breast. He pushed it up with one hand and sucked on the erect nipple. After engulfing more of the breast again, Traci moaned her approval.




Traci Runs Into Eric



“Fuck me, Eric. I want you in me,” she whispered.

The words alone almost made him cum. He put his hands on the outside of her spread thighs and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Traci was playing with her nipples as the cock began to enter her.

She closed her eyes and felt the hard cock slide easily inside her. After she thought he was completely in, Eric gave one last push and their thighs met. Traci sighed audibly at the feel of this long, hard cock. It seemed to fill her entire body and she responded by tightening the grip of her cunt.

This time Eric groaned and began thrusting into the girl. Still on his knees, he watched as his cock disappeared, then re-emerged, from her cunt. With each plunge, Traci’s breasts quivered until she placed her fingers on her nipples. She squeezed them, adding to the considerable pleasure already emanating from her cunt.

Eric was thrusting into her wildly now and Traci watched. His balls struck her thighs with each stroke and she could have cum at any time.

Instead, she waited until their eyes met. Traci put her hands on his legs and pushed gently.

“Wait,” was all she said.

She inched up so that his cock fell out of her. In one, quick athletic move, she was on her stomach. A second later, she was on her hands and knees.

Eric was busy scrutinizing the perfection of the girl’s ass as she positioned herself in front of him and spread her legs. He put his hands on the round cheeks and let his fingers caress the smooth skin.

Light glistened on the moisture surrounding her cunt. His cock quickly found its place again and soon they were fucking once more. Eric reached under Traci and placed her breasts in his hands. He pressed them up against her chest and felt their fullness. The room echoed with the sound of his legs hitting her ass repeatedly.

Eric had already envisioned cumming on the top of her ass when she said, “Cum inside me. I want to feel you cum.”

“OK, babe. Whenever you’re ready,” he replied hoarsely.

He found her nipple and pinched it. Traci muttered something Eric couldn’t make out and felt her hand reach between her legs. Her fingers hit against his cock while she massaged her clit.

“Yes, Eric. That’s it. Yes.”

Traci grinded her ass back against the man’s body. He was leaning into her now, driving himself deeper and deeper inside her. He felt her body shudder and Traci threw her head back.

“Oh, God. Now,” she cried.

Eric’s cum shot out in a torrent. He grasped Traci by the waist and held her tight, even as her own orgasm was ripping through her body. They both groaned with each plunge of his cock. Traci felt the sudden warmth of his cum accumulating in her cunt and beginning to drip down her thigh.

Eric now was pulling back on the girl’s legs as he drove himself into her again and again. The more Traci played with her clit, the longer and harder she came. When she was almost done she was able to concentrate on squeezing her cunt around his still-hard cock. The sudden new pressure forced two more spurts of cum out of him before they were done.

Traci softly lowered herself to the floor. Eric followed her, barely inside her still. Then he was out, his flaccid cock resting on her ass. His head rested on her shoulder and they struggled to catch their breath.

“That was marvelous,” Eric said, kissing Traci’s neck. “Thank you for talking me into staying.”

Traci smiled up at him. “It’s still early you know.”

Eric’s hand reached back and felt her bare ass. “I know.”

They woke up the next morning under the covers of Traci’s bed, legs intertwined just as they had been during various acts of lovemaking all night. Eric was soon to find out Traci’s prowess in the shower.

Then maybe they would go for a morning jog.



Traci Spencer's First Threesome



The year was 2006. I was twenty-two years old. I was in a serious relationship with a wonderful man named Mark. Mark was twenty-six. He wasn't the looker, but he was sweet. I was attracted to him. Mark and I had met at work when I was working as a receptionist for a company that helps disabled people find jobs. Mark had worked in the store part of the company, with having learning disabilities. Mark and I had the same lunch and we were introduced by his hot but married friend Matthew. The three of us became good friends. I knew Mark had a thing for me though. He had an intense stare that showed he desired me. It was my first time ever being noticed like that by the opposite sex in person. Within the next couple of weeks, Mark and I exchanged numbers and went out on a date and later became a couple. 

Mark was a virgin. I had to teach him the ropes of sex, although I felt I wasn't a great teacher. In March of 2007, I decided to suggest something that could help him...a threesome. Not just any threesome, but perhaps a male, female, male threesome. In a way, I knew it would just benefit me and probably wouldn't teach Mark a thing about love making. But I thought it would spice up our relationship. I loved him and I thought nothing bad could happen. 

"So who do you want to have the threesome with?" Mark asked as we lied in bed naked, cuddling after a fuck session.

"I was thinking Matthew. I'm very attracted to him and he's experienced. I talked to him already, and he said he would love to join us." I replied.

"Okay, no male-on-male stuff...that is my limit." Mark said.

"Of course, darling."

It was July of 2007. It was a hot and muggy summer day when we decided to meet up with Matthew. Matthew knew of Mark agreeing to the threesome. We met up at a fast food restaurant. Matthew got out of his car. He was tall, about 6'1", slender, short red hair, a goatee, and wore glasses. He was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans but he looked sexy. Mark had on a t-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts. Mark was short, about 5'10", dirty blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a baby face that you wanted to pinch. 

As soon as the guys got something to eat, we went back to Mark's place. Mark shared the house with his younger brother, who was working at the time. We had to act fast before he came home. When the guys finished eating, I said I was bored and wanted to do something.

"Let's play truth or dare!" I exclaimed, hoping they would play this game that was so delightfully naughty.

"That's a kids game," Matthew replied, "how about we play cards?"

"Okay, but I suck at cards." I said.

"We'll play Rummy. We'll teach you how to play Rummy." Mark said.

Mark got the cards out and started shuffling. We then started to play. I didn't quite catch on to it, as, like I stated, I suck at card games. Matthew then thought about making it interesting. 

"Let's play stripped rummy! Whoever loses has to lose one article of clothing." Matthew made the rule.

So we played. The first person to lose an article of clothing ended up being Mark. Mark took off his shirt and revealed his hairy dirty blond chest. The next person to lose an article of clothing was Matthew. Matthew removed his jeans and sat in his silk blue boxer shorts. Then I lost and took off my red v-neck tank top. I was wearing just a white cotton bra and a pair of white shorts. We then played again. I lost again and took off my shorts. I was now down to my bra and panties. I then had an idea to spice up the game.

"I have an idea...let's add some truth or dare to stripped rummy. If you lose you also either have to answer a truth question or do a dare." I smirked.

The guys liked the idea. The next game, Mark lost. Mark took off his pants and was sitting in white briefs. 

"Mark, truth or dare?" I asked him.

"Um, truth I guess." Mark answered.

"Are you horny?"

"Maybe a little." Mark shyly responded.

I then lost. I took off my bra and panties. I was horny, I wanted action. Matthew then asked me to pick truth or dare. I picked dare.

"I dare you to jerk off one of us." Matthew dared.

"Can I jerk off Matthew?" I asked Mark.

Mark nodded his head yes. I crawled over to Matthew and started stroking his 8 inch meat. He was semi-hard. I slid my hand up and down fast as my thumb rubbed the head. I did this for about three minutes before I announced my next idea.

"I want to have sex, with both of you, right now." I proposed.

I started fingering myself. I slid two fingers inside my wet cunt. I pulled them out and started to lick and suck on my fingers. Mark was jerking off his cock while I masturbated Matthew and fingered myself. I then stopped and crawled over to the couch. I motioned Mark and Matthew to come. I told Matthew I wanted him to eat me out while I sucked Mark. What a scene I was. I was a regular whore. I had my boyfriend's cock in my mouth as our mutual friend started eating me and fingering me. I moaned into Mark's cock. Mark's six-in-a-half inch cock grew in my mouth. I licked all over the shaft and the tip as Matthew sucked on my clit and slid his two fingers in my tight, juicy cunt.

The next thing I know, Matthew then slides his hard cock into me. Mark pulled out of my mouth and just stood there over me watching Matthew fuck me. Mark stroked his cock. I moaned loudly. Mark then came over and shoved his cock in my mouth. I was so surprised by his roughness. It made me want him more than ever. Mark continued fucking my mouth as Matthew kept fucking my pussy. Matthew couldn't hold it in any longer and he came in my pussy. 

"She's all yours, buddy." Matthew said as he pulled out of my slutty cunt and patted Mark on the back.

Mark then pulled out of my mouth and demanded I get on the floor on all fours. I got on all fours. He then motioned Matthew to come over and demanded that I clean up Matthew. Matthew stood in front of me and I licked and sucked his cock and balls clean. Mark then shoved himself into my cum-filled love hole and started thrusting hard and fast. Mark was no longer acting virgin-ish. He was acting like a man and acting like I was his property. I was proud to be his property. Mark spanked my ass hard, and pulled my hair. He then leaned down and bit into my neck then roughly kissed it.

"Mmm you're my slut, aren't you Traci?" he whispered as he continued pumping in and out of my pussy.

I moaned yes as Matthew slid his cock into my mouth, forcing me to take all 8 inches down my throat. I gagged on Matthew's cock just as Mark was about to climax.

"Ohh fuck yes...choke on that cock you dirty whore!" Mark yelped as he started filling my pussy with his cum.

Mark pulled out and Matthew started cumming in my mouth. I swallowed his load.

The three of us then composed ourselves. It was going on ten o'clock and Mark's brother would be coming home by ten-thirty. We decided we better quit while we were ahead and get dressed. Matthew also had to get home to his wife, who had no idea about the threesome.

This was my first and only threesome. It was pleasurable. Mark and I never talked about the threesome since that day and Mark and I have been broken up for years. I'm still friends with Matthew and we fooled around once. But that was it. And that's another story for another time.



Traci



He quickly oiled her legs before moving to her stomach. He lingered there for a long time slowly working the oil. Finally, he poured a heavy pool of the oil into her cleavage. He ran his hands slowly through her cleavage picking up a large amount of the before sliding them over her tits. Traci moaned lustily as her tits were soon coated in the oil and Mike continued to run his hands over and around them lavishly.

The contrast between the slick smoothness of her tits and her hard nipples drove Mike wild and he teased her nipples over and over until Traci was moaning loudly. Finally, when she couldn't take any more she groaned, "Fuck me."

Mike didn't need to be asked twice and he moved between her legs as quickly as he could on the oily surface. She spread her legs widely and he pushed his cock inside her with a loud groan. He lay down over her as they started fucking and savored the way their bodies seemed to float together with a complete lack of friction.

They kissed wildly as Traci groped at his ass and started bucking her hips up into his in a matching rhythm. It took them a little while to find a comfortable tempo that they could sustain in the slick oil, but once they found it the sensation was beyond anything that Mike could ever have dreamed. In addition to the feeling, the sight of her glistening body as she rocked from the force of their thrusts and writhed in her growing pleasure was amazing.

To his surprise it was Traci who stated to cum first. She gasped and then moaned as she stared up intently into his eyes. He felt her pussy grasping at his cock and she raked at his back with her fingernails. The combination of sensations pushed Mike beyond his own control and he fucked her firmly for a few more strokes as her orgasm continued. A short while later he groaned and started to cum.

The first few jets of his heavy cum shot out with a force he had never felt before. Traci's eyes opened widely when she felt his jets filling her. He kept fucking her until he was completely spent and then continued as he didn't want this moment to ever end.

He surely would have continued except one of his hands slipped on the oily mattress and he flopped down on top of Traci. They clutched at each other and laughed at the moment. 

It didn't take long for them to begin kissing and fondling each other once again. Truthfully, there wasn't as much fondling as there was kissing. Traci and Mike really just ran their hands up and down each other's back and sides completely engrossed and content with the sensual, erotic feel of their oily bodies pressing together.

For a long time they stayed like this until Traci's hand slowly snaked down between their bodies and stopped only when her finger wrapped around his cock. Mike groaned as she started stroking and working his cock until it began to grow again

When she had him hard, Traci rolled him onto his back and carefully straddled him. She lowered her hungry pussy over his cock and didn't stop until he was all the way inside her. She tried to support herself by putting her hands on his chest but they slipped right off causing her upper body to fall down over him. He wrapped his arms around her back and loved the feel of her oily tits pressing against his chest.

Somehow in this position they managed to reach a satisfying fuck that had them both groaning passionately. Traci eventually sat up over him again, but this time she didn't try to support herself and sat up straight. She looked down at him wildly as she started bouncing up and down over him resuming their fuck. Mike couldn't resist her tits and reached up to feel their oily softness once again.

Despite how wild and out of control their fuck looked Mike was amazed at how smoothly and perfectly her pussy seemed to hold and move around his cock. As he felt her passion growing he started to concentrate on teasing her hard nipples. He began to pinch and twist at them as much as he could before they slipped out of his oily grip.

Their fuck grew wilder and faster as Mike's bed began to creak and make an array of noises. Traci again was the first to cum but only because she changed the rhythm of their fuck to concentrate more on her own satisfaction than his. Mike didn't mind at all as he could think of nothing more exiting than feeling her orgasm on his cock and watching her body as it released her lust.

As soon as she finished cumming she resumed fucking Mike, but this time the tempo was different. It only took a few more minutes before Mike cried out as his own orgasm peaked. He arched his back and filled her pussy again with his cum. As he came he looked up into her face and saw her looking back down at him with a deep, intense lust in her eyes.

When he finished cumming she slowly lowered herself onto him and their slick bodies again rubbed together as they kissed. His cock stayed inside her for a long while until it softly slipped out when she shifted her position.

They stayed together like this laughing and kissing for a while until Mike drifted off to sleep. He didn't want to sleep as he never wanted his night to end but he was so comfortable in her oily arms and so content that he fell asleep despite himself.

He didn't know what time it was when he woke up. He did know that Traci's naked, slick body lay in his arms and it was very dark and completely still outside his window. 

He looked over at Traci as she lay asleep next to him. For a while he just watched her but soon the urge to touch her overcame him and he reached out toward her. His fingers softly touched her slick tits as he tried again to memorize her body. As he grew more excited he continued fondling her oily tits.

A few minutes later she began to moan and stir and gradually wake up. When her eyes finally opened she murmured, "Hmm, that feels so nice." She rolled onto her back as he continued caressing her. He enthusiastically continued massaging and fondling her from head to toe as she moaned and sighed repeatedly.

After many more long minutes she reached down to his cock and playfully said, "Well, hello there big boy." Mike had been so engrossed in exploring her that he was totally unaware of the fact that his cock had become nearly fully erect. It only took a few moments of her slick touch for his cock to grow to its full size.

They hungrily kissed until Mike carefully moved behind her and rolled her over onto her stomach. She immediately knew what Mike wanted and pushed herself up on her knees until her ass was just in front of him. He took hold of her slick hips and easily pushed his cock into her pussy as she let out a long, satisfied moan.

He slipped his hands up to her back and began massaging her lower back and ass as they fucked. His previous efforts left him with a surprising level of control that he loved. He fucked her patiently and deliberately. He relished every moment of being inside her, feeling her under him, and hearing her moans of pleasure. 

When his release finally came the sensation was more powerful than anything he had ever felt before. He groaned loudly and continued fucking her until he was utterly spent. She came at virtually the same time and by the time they were done they collapsed onto the oily bed in a panting heap and immediately fell asleep.

It was late into the day when they finally woke up the next morning. "Morning," Traci purred as they exchanged a soft kiss. She slipped out of bed and walked slowly down the hall toward the bathroom as Mike sat up and took inventory of his room. To say it was trashed was a complete understatement. There seemed to be oil everywhere.

He was still looking around when Traci returned to the room. "Sorry about the room," she said as she looked around at the havoc her kinky idea had unleashed.

"I couldn't care less," Mike honestly replied. He knew it was going to take many, many hours to clean up this mess but at this moment none of that mattered. All that mattered was that Traci's naked body was returning to the bed.

They lay together for a little while longer until Traci said, "I'm feeling a little messy. Shall we take a shower and clean up?"

Mike gladly agreed and followed her to the bathroom. Even messy she looked amazing. Her hair was matted and tangled from their activities and from the oil, but she still looked stunning. She smiled at him warmly after he finished adjusting the water temperature.

For a while they simply stood under the warm water and let it cascade down their bodies. Eventually Mike reached out and began massaging her neck and shoulders eliciting a soft sigh from her. He continued like this before he reached over and picked up the shampoo. He lathered her hair as she stood still and happily received his attentions. After rinsing her hair thoroughly, he picked up the soap and built a large lather in his hand before he began washing her body. He took his time and slowly washed her from head to toe. He relished the chance to touch and explore every part of her.

He lingered for a long time over her tits. By the time he finished her nipples were standing hard and prominent and she was moaning softly. He loved the feeling of her soft tits coated with the warm, soapy water and repeatedly lathered and rinsed her tits.

He knelt before her when he finally moved down her stomach. After building another large amount of lather he reached out for her pussy and caused her to moan deeply as he started massaging her. He let his fingers run through her pussy hair repeatedly before he dipped his fingers between her thighs. He massaged her pussy deliberately, slowly building her already heightened excitement. She moaned repeatedly as Mike teased and excited her pussy.

When she finally did reach her orgasm she let out a long moan and her body trembled. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy and enjoyed feeling it spasm and twitch. He watched her closely and stared at her tits as her chest heaved and trembled. As she came she tossed her head back and shut her eyes, but once her orgasm passed she looked down at him, opened her eyes, and smiled widely.

She pulled up on his shoulders guiding him to his feet. They kissed softly and deeply and held each other before she pulled back and whispered, "My turn."

She took the shampoo and gave Mike a similarly slow and sensual shampooing. When she finished she took the soap and began to wash him as slowly as he had done to her. He moaned often at her soft caresses, especially when she began fondling his ass. 

She took many long moments fondling and softly massaging his ass bringing him into a near frenzy of lust. His lust continued to build as she soaped and rinsed his chest, stomach, and legs skipping over the obvious target of his rock hard cock pointing prominently at her.

When she had finished washing him Mike waited anxiously for her to again lather her hands and begin "washing' his hard cock. Instead she reached over and dropped the bar of soap on the edge of the tub before looking up at him with a wicked smile. Mike stared wildly as she knelt before him.

She placed her hands on his hips and looked directly forward at this hard cock. Mike let out a long, deep moan when her lips surrounded his shaft. She took about half his length into her warm mouth in one easy movement. Mike reached down and held the back of her head as he began sliding her mouth back and forth on his cock. The feeling of her movements added to the sensation of her warm mouth around him only added to his driving lust.

Mike stared wildly at her and tried to memorize everything he saw as her mouth repeatedly consumed and then released his cock. He knew that it should take him a long time to build to his release after the previous night, but the feel of her mouth and the sight of her quickly drove him to the brink of his control. He watched her confidently move at his cock and a single thought ran through his mind, "Damn, she can suck cock!"

Traci expertly teased and controlled his building lust until he knew he couldn't wait any longer. "I need to cum," he groaned. She attacked his cock with a wild abandon and it was only moments later when Mike groaned loudly and started cumming. He watched as she took his cum in her mouth before swallowing it with a flourish.

Only when she had completely drained his cock did she release him and stand up. As he stared contentedly at her she parted her lips and licked them lavishly. He could see the remains of his cum coating her tongue and he moaned as it left a small drop of his cum behind on her lower lip. After she finished teasing him they met in another long kiss.

They lingered under the water for several more minutes before they finally stepped out of the shower. They slowly toweled off and got dressed. Mike got dressed and offered Traci some of his clothes, but she declined and put on the same clothes she had worn the night before. Mike watched as she got dressed, and he excitedly realized that she didn't put on her panties.

He offered to make her some breakfast and she accepted. As he cooked they chatted and then enjoyed a nice breakfast together. Mike knew he should be completely worn out but the sight of her and the knowledge that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt was making him horny again.

After breakfast she said she had to be going and began to gather her things from where they studied the previous night. He helped her and then embraced her once again as they stood next to the kitchen table. "Thanks for this," Mike said to her.

"My pleasure," Traci answered softly. "Happy birthday, Mike." With that Mike started a hungry kiss and let his tongue explore her mouth as her own tongue responded eagerly. Mike feared he may never have another chance to be with Traci again and wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity. He continued their deep kiss and slipped his hands down her back until he was fondling her ass.

She moaned in surprise and gasped, "Oh Mike, don't you ever quit?"

"Not with you," he answered excitedly as he started pulling her skirt up. When her skirt was gathered around her waist he reached under her ass and lifted her easily off the ground. She gasped in excitement and surprise as he carried her the few steps to the kitchen table. He sat her on the edge of the table as she spread her legs widely and immediately reached to the waistband of his pants.

With his help she pushed his pants down to his ankles and began to excitedly fondle his semi-hard cock. They kissed hungrily as she stroked his cock to its full size. When the kiss parted Traci leaned back on her elbows and watched as Mike hooked his arms under her thighs and drove his cock inside her one more time.

The table immediately started creaking and groaning under them as Mike began to vigorously fuck her. Traci started gasping and talking to Mike much more this time than in any of their previous fucks. Soon her dirty talk and the sweet sensation of her pussy had him nearing yet another orgasm.

"Ooooo, fuck yes," Traci moaned, "give it to me. Dammit, Mike, fuck me hard!" She gasped out her words between heavy gulps of air as they continued their hungry fuck. "Do it, fuck me, cum for me!" she cried as Mike fucked her even harder and faster.

He grunted and called out loudly as he shoved his full length inside her and deposited yet another load of his cum deep in her pussy. "Yesssss!" she cried as his cum triggered her own orgasm.

By the time they finished cumming Mike could practically feel his knees buckle. It was as if this final, animal fuck had drained every last bit of his energy. Traci sat up and they met in another long kiss. They stayed like this for a while longer before Traci softly whispered, "Mmm, lover, I do really need to go."

She pulled her skirt down and adjusted her hair and clothes before Mike showed her to the door. At the door Traci said, "Oh, Mike. I hate to drop this on you, but I am completely booked solid the next few days. Could you be dear and finish up that assignment for me?" Before waiting for his answer she started a wild kiss and drove her tongue deeply into his mouth.

When their kiss parted Mike whispered, "Sure, no problem." They exchanged one more kiss before she turned and walked slowly down the hallway. He stared at her ass as it swayed temptingly until she disappeared out the front door.

He spent most of the next several days doing as he always seemed to do with group projects, finishing it by himself. However, this time he didn't mind one bit even though this assignment was taking far longer than the previous one. 

His mind repeatedly wandered back to Traci and he had a hard time concentrating on the work. He had to stay up nearly all night working the night before the assignment was due. Even though he was completely exhausted he still had the energy to jerk off one more time to the fresh memories of Traci's body before going to sleep.

He tried to call Traci several times to get her input on various things, but she never responded to his calls. He also just wanted to talk to her again and hoped they could continue fucking. Whenever he heard her sweet voice on her answering machine it made his cock tingle with lust.

Much to his surprise and disappointment, when he next saw Traci in class she was not nearly as friendly as he'd expected. After their wild night together he figured that they would now be closer than ever, but she almost seemed a little cold to him. As he turned in the assignment and watched her openly flirting with another guy in the hallway he wondered if that whole night hadn't just been part of her plan to get him to do all her work.

He smiled even as he had this thought. If only he could always be so lucky. He didn't care if he had to do all of her assignments for the rest of the term. He knew he would always have the memories of her hot body and tight pussy and that was enough to make him very happy.



Traci's Awakening



At the time, it didn't seem like much to me at all; but in retrospect, I believe that it was Traci's awakening as an exhibitionist.

Traci remained astride me, and the noise of our panting was all that I could hear as we rested in the afterglow of a frantic, teenage lovemaking session in the front of my rather elderly 1978 Buick Skylark. As I held her close to me, I could feel the pressure of her firm breasts against my chest. One of my favorite feelings.

Despite the sweat that covered us both, she pulled the old army blanket I kept in the back seat over her shoulders and tighter around us both.

Traci was just about everything that a high school girlfriend should be. She was a smidge more than 5'4", and had that slender but ripened look that girls get at that age, when their bodies have recently filled out into womanhood. She had lovely blue eyes, and her skin naturally maintained the golden tones of summer throughout the year. Her face was framed by natural, sandy-blond hair that was teased coquettishly in the style of the early 90’s. 

As she rested her head on my shoulder, I gazed out the windshield at the moonlight that coolly glistened in the center of the small pond that marked the edge of her parents’ property out in the country. We were just out of high school and both lived with our parents, so we often came here when we wanted to be alone. Different parents, mind you. This didn’t take place in West Virginia!

Development had not yet encroached upon this small tract, but the seclusion was not absolute B backdoor lights of several houses could be seen through the partial cover the trees provided.

I could feel the slow deflation of my dick as the fury that had so recently coursed through my blood subsided into that sweaty stupor that sets in on a guy after he has popped. Not wanting to risk having the condom slip off inside her, I placed my hands on either side of her waist and gently eased her upward. She kissed my cheek as she rose off of me and slid over to the driver's side, wrapping herself protectively in the blanket as she moved. 

The cooler air in the car felt good on my body as it was exposed to the night. I never liked the way the blanket trapped in the heat when we had sex, and I was glad to have it removed. Placing my hands behind my head, I curled my back and stretched out my legs. 

She regarded my nude form with a sly smile. "That really doesn't bother you," she said, more matter-of-factly than anything else.

I answered her with a tilt of the head and a brief shrug of my shoulders. Truth is, I have never been bothered by my own nudity in a private setting like this. On nights when my parents weren't home, I would often strip naked and run outside, enjoying the giddy feeling of my heart pounding from the rush of adrenaline and hormones through me. 

I turned my attention away from her and onto disposing of the sticky mess that was still wrapped around my penis. Pulling from the end, I slipped it off, with my other hand holding the opening to prevent my cum from dripping out. 


I bent down and looked around the floor for the wrapper, intending to stuff the condom back into the pouch and hide it in under the seat until I could conceal it in the trash in the outdoor garbage can when I got home. 

The wrapper was on the floor by the gas pedal, but as I leaned over to get it, Traci grabbed the condom out of my hand like it was the last glass of water on a hot summer day.

"Let me take care of this," she said, and she quickly opened the door and jumped out. She shut the door behind her, and before I could blink she was running toward the trees. 

Her hips swayed back and forth, and I admired her tight, round ass as she ran into the night. I could barely make out the muscles in her legs as she ran into the darkness. I always felt her legs were her best feature; they were strong and lithe, toned from years of dance and exercise.

Despite my wide-eyed shock, I threw the blanket into the back seat and shifted over into the driver's seat to better see the fantastic show Traci was giving me.

I knew something of what she was feeling as the cool night caressed her body with its gentle breath. I thought of the tingle I felt in my loins when I ran naked through the woods behind my house. The ground was still wet from the springtime rains, and I could feel and hear in my mind the soft squoosh of the slick grass beneath her feet as she gracefully gaited away.

Traci ran with her shoulders hunched forward slightly, as if that could shield her nakedness from the world. As she reached the tree line, she crouched down in the darkness to bury the protective sheath in the topsoil. I could dimly see her at work in the distance, her hair blowing in the springtime breeze. As I watched, I could feel the stirrings of lust again, and my penis began to swell once more. 

As she finished her work, she stood and began to walk briskly back to the car. As she approached, I could see that her rapid breathing and the motion of her running was making her ripe, orange-sized breasts bounce delightfully. Her reddish-brown nipples were reaching out like a pine tree on a mountainside; they were so sharp they could have pierced through metal.

She got to my door and looked at me through the window. Her pussy was right in front of my face, and I could tell that her mound and inner thighs were moist with her excitement. I am sure that the musky scent that was emanating from her could have driven me to a life of crime. I motioned for her to get in on the passenger side.

As she walked around the front of the car, she glanced over her shoulder away from me. She was outlined against the porch lights of the two houses near the property. As she moved her arm self-consciously over her breasts, I knew what she was thinking what she was thinking B is anyone in those houses watching me?

As she reached the door, I leaned over and opened it for her. If anyone had been looking, they certainly would have seen her full nakedness then, as the car's dome light fully illuminated her flushed chest and moistened pussy. She gasped as the bright light came on, and almost leapt into the car while slamming the door. 


She scrambled over to where I was sitting and I embraced her in my arms. She was still breathing rapidly, but the night air had made her skin cold to the touch.

She leaned close to me, and I began to nuzzle the nape of her neck. I slowly brought my left hand across her butt and hip. I ran my fingers through her sparse, damp pubic hair, and then lightly rolled my index finger across her cleft. She was as wet as she had ever been, and she trembled at my touch. I lubricated my two fingers with her oils and inserted them into her steaming pussy. As my fingers entered her, she put her head back against the seat and released a throaty moan. 

I licked her earlobe and languidly finger-fucked her. She shuddered and moaned again. "Do you think anyone saw me?" she softly whispered into my ear.

She reached out with her hand and grasped my fully-erect dick. 

"I did," I replied.



Traci's Day at the Races



It was going to be a very hot day at the races. Temperatures were predicted for the 90s and Traci's family had seats in the uncovered grandstands. Knowing that infield parking would be full when they arrived, Traci's father decided to pull into one of the many houses surrounding the track that offered cheap parking in the yard. A muscular man in his early 30s told him to pull around behind the house. The car followed the driveway until a second, younger man directed Traci's father to pull off into the back yard.

Traci, her 20-year-old brother Joe, her mother, Carol, and her father, John, piled out into the heat. They all wore shorts and t-shirts except for Traci, who preferred showing off her 18-year-old body in a tank top. The younger man approached the family and Traci's father pulled out his wallet. The man stood directly in front of John and said, "You won't need that."

John looked down to see a small, silver handgun pointed at his stomach. The other members of the family were near the trunk removing two coolers. Carol was the first to see the gun and let out a loud gasp. She instinctively held Traci's arm and pulled her closer.

"Don't anyone scream or he's dead," the man said. "Close the trunk, grab the coolers and follow me into the house."

The older man had joined them now and followed the procession inside the back door. They passed through a kitchen and moved into a spacious living room. The house was old, but the rooms were large and bright with dark wood paneling highlighting painted walls.

Traci and Joe were told to place the coolers by the wall. Joe looked quickly around the room for anything that might serve as a weapon if the opportunity arose, but it appeared to him the room had been purposely stripped of any large objects. Two couches, two overstuffed chairs, a high back wood chair and a large wood coffee table filled the room. The drapes were pulled tight, but there was plenty of light.

"Nice of you to pull in," the older man said. "Brian, here, has put out the 'full' sign, so we shouldn't be disturbed. You can call me Pete. You'll be calling me worse than that before the day's done."

Brian laughed as he bent down to open one of the coolers.

"We didn't expect a car with two lovely ladies in it quite this early," Pete continued. "Must be our lucky day. And yours, cuz we aim to please."

Brian pulled a beer from a cooler and untwisted the cap. He threw the cap into the kitchen and took a long drink.

"That's not a good sign," Pete said, frowning. "Brian gets kind 'a wild when he drinks. We better get started."

Pete pointed the gun at Traci's father and told him to take off his t-shirt. When that was off, he made John sit in the high back chair and, pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, handcuffed the man's hands behind the chair's wooden back.

"No, please," Carol pleaded.

"Shut up," Brian yelled. "We'll tell you when to talk."

While her father was being cuffed to the chair, Traci was considering escape possibilities. She knew the front door would take too long to open, so she settled on a route through the kitchen to the back door. Brian had moved several feet away from the opening separating the kitchen from the living room. Traci and Brian were probably equal distance from the door, but she'd have the advantage of a head start, she concluded.

	As the cuffs snapped closed around her father's wrists and with both of their captors concentrating on John, Traci took off.

	"Hey, stop," Brian shouted.

	"Traci," Carol screamed.

	The young girl was in the kitchen. She threw a chair down behind her as she passed the table and continued running for the door. She heard the man close behind her and the sound of the chair being kicked aside. Traci reached for the knob on the back door, turned it and flung the door open. As she pushed the storm door open, a hand grabbed her shirt from behind.

	The shirt pulled tight against her bare breasts. She tried to step through the open door, but a second hand tugged at the top of her shirt behind her neck. The tank top rose and pressed hard against her throat. She heard ripping fabric as she was pulled backward into the house. The shirt tore open at one shoulder and she lurched forward again.

	However, the other arm was still inside the tank top and with one great yank, she was hauled into the kitchen. Traci spun around with the force of the tug and the man pushed her toward the table. She stumbled over the fallen chair and put her hands out to stop her fall before smashing into the table. Brian was behind her now, and put his full weight against her.

	Traci was doubled over the table with her attacker pressed against her butt. A sudden, violent jerk removed her tank top completely. She could hear his heavy breathing. One hand pressed against her left shoulder, while the other groped at her right breast. He squeezed it viciously and she shrieked in pain. She could feel his hard cock push against her ass through their clothes.

	"Brian, bring her in here," she heard the older man yell from the living room.

	"We're coming," Brian yelled back.

	He pulled Traci up from the table, holding her arm tightly. He leaned back and pushed the back door closed again, then guided Traci toward the living room. When they entered the room, all eyes were on Traci's bare chest.

	She had full breasts that didn't need a bra for support. The red imprints of Brian's fingers were still fading.

	"Holy shit, look at this," Pete exclaimed. "That's as fine a pair of tits as I've seen in ages. Come here, sweetie."

	Brian let the girl go, but stayed between her and the kitchen. Traci folded her arms in front of her and walked over to the older man.

	"Drop your arms," Pete ordered.

	She obeyed and watched him leer at each tit repeatedly.

	"Turn around," he said.

	The man pulled a second set of handcuffs from the drawer of a nearby desk. He pulled Traci's arms behind her and fastened the cuffs 
around her wrists.

	"We have plans for you. We can't have you disappearing on us again," Pete said. "Now, lets get started. Mom, why don't you come over here and remove your husband's shorts."

	Carol was shaking as she moved towards her bound husband. She hesitated and said in a cracking voice, "Please don't make..."

	"Do it," Pete shouted. Carol jumped at his voice, then leaned forward, unzipped John's shorts and pulled them off, leaving him in shoes and boxers.

	"Everything," the man said. Carol removed John's shoes, then slowly pulled down his boxers.

	Traci's father sat naked, looking at the floor in front of him. Carol and Joe were instructed to sit on one of the couches, while Traci was moved in front of her father.

	Pete said, "Kneel down and put his cock in your mouth. We want to see him cum and I think you know how to make it happen."

	Traci awkwardly got on her knees and inched forward. Her father separated his legs and she got between them. Her tits hung seductively as she bent at the waist and lowered her head closer to her father's cock. Her blonde hair fell on his legs and she opened her mouth. She put her lips on the cock and, using her tongue in place of her restrained hands, lifted it slightly. Her mouth closed around it and she felt it twitch.

	Traci began to move her tongue over the cock's tip inside her mouth. John closed his eyes, humiliated by the fact he was not going to be able to subdue the certain erection that would result from Traci's actions. The sight of her tits, the feel of her hair on his legs, the sensation of her tongue gliding over his shaft-all contributed to the familiar feeling that preceded a raging hard on.

	Thirty seconds later, Traci was sucking on a fully erect cock. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft with ever increasing vigor. John's head rested against the back of the chair. Across the room, Carol looked on in shocked amazement. Her daughter, her baby, was handcuffed, half naked, giving her husband a blowjob...and he was enjoying it. Next to her, Joe was trying to figure out how he was going to conceal the fact he, too, was getting harder by the minute.

	Pete walked behind Traci and said, "Keep going. Don't worry about anything else."

	He took hold of one of Traci's ankles and pulled off her shoe, then did the same on the other leg. Then he reached around her small waist and unsnapped her shorts. He pulled down the zipper and put his hands inside. She tried to pull away as his right hand rubbed against her panty-covered pussy. Pete withdrew his hands, grabbed the top of her shorts and pulled them down over her hips and ass.

	She wore light blue low-rise panties that barely covered her small, round ass. When he pulled off her shorts, she momentarily lifted her head.

	"What did I tell you? Don't stop until he cums," Pete said.

	Traci lowered her head just as began removing her panties. Just a trace of a tan line covered her otherwise bronze butt. She had obviously found time and a place this summer for some nude sunbathing. Her thighs were equally brown and smooth.

	Joe squirmed on the couch. The front of his shorts no longer obscured his condition.

	Traci heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being yanked down. Pete's shorts dropped to the ground and he kicked them aside, then he got on his knees behind Traci and lowered his boxers. When Pete's hands touched her hips, Traci flinched. She was caught between wanting to make her father cum as quickly as possible to end the torment, and what was happening behind her.

	The next thing she felt was Pete's semi-erect cock resting on the top of her ass. He rubbed it back and forth along her crack, occasionally moving it over to the softness of her cheeks. Almost instantly he was hard.

	Moving back just a bit, he put his hands on the insides of Traci's thighs and pulled them apart. Her cunt became visible, with its soft lips and pink entrance. He moved his cock to the opening and inserted the tip. Moving his hands to the front of her thighs, he pulled her back and thrust forward at the same time. In one violent motion, he entered her until his entire cock disappeared.

	She groaned loudly-a muffled gasp and cry combined into an incoherent muttering. She felt like the huge cock would somehow rise to meet the one in her mouth. The initial pain was compounded as Pete began pumping into her.

	John was excited by the vision of Pete driving his cock into Traci's cunt from behind, her ass quivering with each thrust. He was on the verge of cumming, and didn't dare look at the couch where Joe and Carol witnessed everything. It seemed Traci was sucking harder on his cock as she withstood Pete's attack. Whenever her tongue touched the underside of his cock, John put his head back against the chair.

	His eyes were closed when the first wave of an orgasm erupted from his balls. He lifted off the seat, pushing his cock farther into Traci's mouth. She felt the first blast hit the back of her throat, quickly followed by another. John's groans filled the room.

	"That's it, Dad," Pete said. "Give it all to her."

	Traci struggled to keep up with the volume of cum flowing from her father's cock. It dripped out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. John shot three more long steams of white cum into Traci's mouth before settling back onto the chair.

	She focused now on the rising tension building inside of her brought on by Pete's fucking. She leaned over so the side of her head was on her father's legs, while Pete held her tightly by the hips and brutally attacked her cunt. He grunted fiercely and his own orgasm began.

	Traci felt the warm liquid enter her each time he thrust forward. He kept up a rapid pace, causing her to finally give in to her urges. Wishing dearly to be able to touch her clit, she came with a sudden and welcome rush of electricity throughout her entire body. She held her father's legs as each wave of orgasm flowed from her stomach through her pussy.

	"Ooohhhhhh, yes, yes," she cried.

	"That's it baby. Keep cumming," Pete told her.

	"Harder, harder," Traci urged him.

	Pete had nearly stopped cumming until he heard Traci beg for more. Now he felt a second round of orgasms rush up from his balls.

	Together they exhausted themselves. Pete softened and pulled out from Traci's wet cunt. He leaned on her ass and squeezed her tits gently.

	Pete slowly got dressed and stood alongside Traci and her father. Traci was leaning back away from John now, resting her butt on her ankles. Her thighs shined from the combined juices of her own orgasms and Pete's.

	"Looks like you excited the kid," Brian said. He pointed to Joe. An easily distinguishable outline of his erect cock filled the front of his shorts.

	"We need to fix that," Pete said. "You two stand up."

	Joe and Carol stood in front of the couch, each looking anxiously at their captors.

	"Strip," Pete ordered.

	Neither one moved, except for Carol's nervous shaking of her head. Pete moved to the table and took out a large hunting knife from the drawer.

	"Don't make me use this," he said in a threatening voice.

	Joe began to lift his t-shirt off, but Carol stood with her arms crossed in front of her, tears running down her cheeks.

	"No, please," she said softly.

	Pete crossed the room as Joe pulled his shirt over his head. As Pete approached Carol, Joe wrapped the shirt around his fist.

	"Drop it," Pete yelled, pointing the knife at Joe. After a few seconds, the shirt fell to the floor.

	"I said strip," Pete screamed at Carol. "Now."

	Carol turned away from his voice and the weapon. Pete grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled it away from her body.

	"No, stop," John yelled from his chair.

	"Shut up. Brian, take care of them if they make any more noise."

	Pete turned back to Carol, still facing away from him, and placed the knife at the top of her shirt behind her neck. He pulled the knife down and it cut the material as though it wasn't there. The knife continued down her back until the shirt had been cut in half.

	Pete gripped one side of the shirt and pulled. Carol squealed as she lost her balance, turned back toward her attacker and felt her shirt pulling away from her body. She regained her balance with her side facing Pete. He threw the torn shirt to the floor and ordered Carol to face him.

	With her arms still crossed in front of her, he moved the knife under her chin until it pricked the bottom of her neck.

	"Put your arms down, please," he said almost inaudibly.

	Carol shook with fear as her hands went to her sides. The knife followed the center of her chest until reaching the top of her breasts. Pete ran the knife over the outline of her bra, across each breast. When he returned to the cleavage, he violently cut through the center of the bra.

	Carol jumped and gasped, the bra falling loosely now over her tits.

	"I said strip," Pete said, backing away from her.

	Joe, who had stopped to watch what was occurring next to him, unzipped his shorts. Carol finally conceded defeat and pulled off the remainder of her bra. She kicked off her shoes before lowering her shorts. Her tits hung alluringly as she bent to pull the shorts over her feet.

	Joe was pulling down his underwear, exposing his bulging cock. It stood erect as Joe stared ashamedly at the floor. His mother was taking off her panties, revealing a thin patch of short, dark hair surrounding her pussy.

	"Much better," Pete said. "Brian, it's your choice. You can decide between the little girl or Mom. What do you say, partner?"

	Brian smiled wickedly, looking at both women. He looked at Traci and said, "I think I want the girl. I got a preview in the kitchen and I want to finish it. Take off her cuffs."

	"In a minute," Pete said. "First, that leaves us with these two. Mom, get on the couch."

	Carol moved to the couch and laid down, lifting one knee to cover her pussy as much as possible.

	"Son, here's your chance to get rid of that hard on. Do your mother."

	"No, I...," Joe stammered.

	Pete moved toward him with the knife at cock level. Joe immediately turned to the couch and moved down to the end where Carol's feet were. He placed his right knee inside her legs and climbed on the couch. Moving her left leg with his hand, he got between her legs. Hesitantly, he moved his hands on either side of her head and lowered his body to hers.

	Pete went over to Traci and took off her handcuffs. Brian ordered her to lie on the floor while her removed his shorts and underwear. With his erection pointing straight at her, he situated himself over her.

	Carol gasped as Joe's cock entered her. It was huge, she thought, but she found herself taking pleasure in the feel of it filling her cunt. She was wet, for which she was thankful. When the cock was in her completely, she felt as though it would run through her entire abdomen. Joe began a slow, rhythmic action, closing his eyes and enjoying the gratification after watching the events of the afternoon.

	Brian was impatiently pounding Traci's small cunt, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass filling the room.

	"Yes, you are some pussy. Just as I thought," Brian was saying breathlessly.

	It only took a couple minutes for Brian to begin to cum. He pulled Traci's legs up as he thrust his cock repeatedly into her. "Oh, yeah, baby. Here it comes. Here it comes," he said loudly.

	"Aaaahhhhh, fuck. Yes," he groaned.

	He mumbled a few more unrecognizable sounds before shooting the first load of cum into her cunt. Loudly he announced each spurt of warm, white fluid. Pete watched Traci's tits bounce frantically as Brian fucked her.

	Carol's body, meanwhile, was being disloyal to her. Between the sound of Brian cumming and the sensation of Joe's cock in her, she was on the verge of an orgasm herself. She bit her lip each time her son forced his penis into her. Her clit throbbed and demanded attention. Inside her stomach, she felt the familiar start of an orgasm.

	She screamed to herself, "No, not here. Not now. Not like this." But Joe wasn't going to stop and she knew it. It was going to happen. She couldn't let them know.

	Her hands became fists and her entire body tensed. Unconsciously, she spread her legs wider. Then it hit. She held her breath and raised her butt off the couch, arching her back. When she breathed again, it was a series of short, excited breaths. She clamped her lips shut to avoid shouting, but sounds came from deep inside her that anyone could identify.

	She pushed her hips into Joe's body and came again and again. Her cunt tightened around his cock and Joe erupted with a torrential flood of cum. Stream after stream slammed against her womb. The feel of it caused her to sigh noisily, and Joe picked up his pace.

	He shot cum into her a half dozen more times before collapsing on her chest.

	Brian had rolled off Traci, who stared at the ceiling. Her body glistened with moisture as she ran her hands over her stomach, onto her breasts and her hard nipples.



Traci's Diary: Week 01



Author's Note: The following is a diary of my random erotic thoughts. The items are not meant to form one continuous story, but rather to be taken day-by-day and item-by-item. I will be sure, whenever possible, to distinguish the real from the unreal. Traci.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

I continue to read with great interest all the stories I can find on the Internet about the earthquake and tsunami in Southeast Asia. I do this partly because last week the electricity was out in my house for a day and a half. Luckily, I had someone to stay with when the temperature in the house fell to fifty degrees. By the time the lights and heat came back on, the house was in the low forties.

I thought those were terrible conditions and I felt sorry for myself. Imagine what the people in Indonesia and the surrounding areas must be going through.

One story of particular interest involved a European scuba diver and his girlfriend. We'll call them Stefan and Petra. She was scuba diving at the time of the tsunami while he was back on the beach where they were staying. Stefan was able to climb to high ground behind the beach when the first waves hit. Petra surfaced after feeling the effects of the waves and managed to find her way back to the beach in the dive boat.

They eventually found each other, she in her bikini and he in his swim trunks. It was all they had left as their bungalow was completely destroyed. Stefan spoke of their efforts to aid others and find food and water and clothing for themselves.

I pictured in my mind the desolate hillside jungles of the island; the complete lack of civil order; the desperation of the people. Stefan and Petra ended their real-life story in relative tranquility. In my imagination, I put them in a different setting.

Unable to find clean water along the shore, they hiked higher into the mountains. They knew of a village nearby that should be able to provide them with a little food and water to get them through the first day.

Soon they saw the first of the mud and stone structures in the village. A few residents huddled about, no doubt discussing what they had heard about the disaster caused by the giant waves. Children ran towards Stefan and Petra with hands extended, just as they did to all the tourists...hoping for a few coins.

But it was Stefan and Petra that were doing the begging. They approached a large group of women and asked if anyone among them spoke English or French. Behind them, a man's deep voice advised them that he spoke English. They turned to face a middle-aged islander standing outside his shack, dressed in dirty shorts and a tank top. Stefan explained their predicament and asked if there was any place they could find water or food.

The man invited them into his place.

Stefan and Petra had little reason, or desire, to question the man's motives. They were hungry and thirsty from their hike and the experiences of the morning. So they entered the little cabin.

The visitors stood in a small living area with chairs and a TV. In front of them was an even smaller kitchen. A hallway to the right of the kitchen led to a bathroom and bedroom.

To the delight of Stefan and Petra, the man gave them a glass of water, which they shared and quickly emptied. He offered them fruit, explaining that he wouldn't get to the market until the next day. The fruit was gladly accepted and Stefan and Petra sat in the living room.

The man watched Stefan, who appeared to be in his early thirties. The European was slightly built with a two-day beard and dark hair. He didn't strike the islander as an overly strong man.

Petra was small with short, jet black hair and a round face that glowed with a deep tan. Her tiny two-piece swimsuit accentuated her shapely figure. The man saw many women like Petra on the beach, but had never had one in his house. He studied her closely.

Stefan, upon finishing his little meal, said he would pay the man except all their belongings had been swept into the sea. He pointed to their swimsuits and said that is all they owned.

The man laughed. "Then perhaps I take it," he said in broken English.

Stefan smiled at him nervously, unsure how to take the comment. The man rose from his seat and walked into the kitchen. A window looked out the back of the shack. He yelled something in his native tongue to an unseen person outside the window and a moment later a young man entered the cabin through the front door, closing it behind him.

They spoke briefly in hushed tones in the kitchen. Stefan looked at Petra and was ready to suggest they leave when the younger man walked behind Stefan and the owner of the cabin stood next to Petra.

With catlike quickness, the younger man grabbed Stefan's wrists and pulled them behind him. The older man put his hand over Petra's mouth and held her tight.

Protesting the whole way, Stefan was led into the kitchen and thrown face first onto a table. The man grabbed rope from a nearby counter and tied Stefan's hands behind him. In less than a minute Stefan was powerless to help his girlfriend.

Both Stefan and Petra were led into the bedroom. Stefan was thrown to the floor and told not to move or make a sound. He looked up and saw a terrified Petra standing in front of the cabin's owner.

Stefan watched as Petra's bikini top was untied and pulled roughly from her body. Likewise, the bottom of her suit was yanked down her legs and thrown into a corner. The beautiful young woman was warned not to scream or she and her boyfriend would die. She was pushed onto the bed and told to lie on her back.

Both men undressed quickly. From the floor at the foot of the bed, Stefan saw the older man climb onto the bed, his semi rigid cock flopping in front of him. He heard a moan from Petra as the man mounted her.

The man kissed Petra forcefully, then sucked her large breasts until the nipples rose involuntarily. Now he was fully erect and with one thrust had the bulk of his huge cock inside her. He picked her up by the ass and pushed again. Petra nearly screamed as she felt his cock spread open her pussy. But she overcame her fear and remained as quiet as possible, wanting nothing more than to emerge from the shack alive.

Petra's assailant fucked her with long, deep strokes, hovering over her little body like a giant. He watched her breasts bounce up and down as his body struck hers. It would not take him long to cum, so he grabbed her ass tightly and pulled her closer to him.

The younger man watched intently, stroking his own cock occasionally to keep it hard. He smiled down at Stefan and nodded.

The old man was about to cum. He put his hands on Petra's waist and held her in place as he pushed his cock as far into her as he could. Her legs were spread open by the force of his large body. And he came.

Petra felt the first spurt of his warm cum in her pussy. Each thrust of his massive cock spilled more fluid into her. She moaned loudly, but not as loud as the man himself grunted as he came. The little bed banged against the room's wall. Still, the younger man watched and stroked his cock.

The old man fell on top of Petra, his cock sliding out of her slowly. He licked her breasts one last time before rolling away and leaving her alone on the bed.

Petra had no time to rest before the younger man was on the bed next to her. He straddled the woman, pushing her in the side with one hand. He mumbled something she couldn't understand, but his motions seem to indicate he wanted her to roll over. The man nearly flipped her himself before Petra could roll onto her stomach.

She felt him slide his fingers over her soft, round ass and down the inside of her thighs. She felt the moisture from the first man on her legs. Then she was being lifted off the bed at the hips and she reached for the little headboard in front of her. Soon, her ass was pointed toward the ceiling and she was on her knees.

The young man used his hands to spread her legs apart. His hard cock moved into place at the entrance to Petra's pussy and a second later was inside her. The first man's cum made his motions easy as the cock slid in and out of Petra. Holding the young woman's hips, he pounded her repeatedly. The noise of their sex was easily heard by the powerless Stefan behind them.

Petra clung to the headboard as the cock again and again entered her wet pussy. The man's hands rose to her breasts and kneaded them with cruel intensity. Only when he squeezed her nipples did she feel the slightest twinge of excitement. She would not cum.

But the man would, and it began suddenly and ferociously. Petra was pushed nearly against the wall as he thrust his cock into her from behind, spilling his cum into her pussy and down her thighs. He continued to cum, finally finishing by pulling out of the woman and squeezing his cock so that the last spurts of cum fell onto her naked ass.

The men talked briefly before the shack's owner advised Petra and Stefan that they were free to go. Petra quickly found her bikini and put it on while Stefan was cut free. The older man made one last threatening motion with his knife towards Petra's neck before directing the pair out of the cabin.

They did not look back as they left the village and headed toward the damaged shore below.

Friday, December 31, 2004

I have to go to a wedding tonight. Is there any worse way to screw up a New Year's Eve than a wedding? And I'm not just talking about the guests. Why would a man and a woman want to do that? Get married, I mean. It makes no sense. Didn't they learn anything the first time? These are adults. I've known the woman...now in her early thirties...for a few years. I like her. A lot. I fantasize about her. A lot. But I've also known for a long time that I had no chance of getting her. Just wondering about it, though, was enough to make me cum many, many times alone in my bed at night.

Now I think about how I'd like to wish her well on her latest attempt at life with a man. The wedding is at a mutual friend's house. I think about how I'd get there a couple hours early tonight and find the bride-to-be in her jeans and a sweatshirt, sipping wine in the kitchen.

Her name is Carolyn. We hug and I kiss her on the cheek and tell her I'm happy for her. We talk about things we've done together and the normal sexual tension I feel around her comes back.

I ask her what she's going to wear and she invites me back to the bedroom to see her dress. It's a beautiful, beige formal gown that will look wonderful on her tall, thin body. Carolyn holds it up to her neck and I press it against her, visualizing how it will cling to her ample breasts.

We sit on the bed for a moment and talk some more. I can tell she's been drinking just enough to make her happy, but not drunk. At one point we hug again and I take that opportunity to turn it into a kissing embrace that she resists at first. When I continue kissing her and put my hand on the side of her face, our mouths open and our tongues meet.

I look at Carolyn's eyes when we separate. When I see a hint of acceptance, I tell my friend I love her and we kiss again. This time when we finish she whispers, "You better close the door."

I gladly do just that and return to the bed. Carolyn hasn't moved, so I sit beside her again and use my arm to pull her down to the bed. As we lay side by side kissing, I slide a hand inside her sweatshirt and feel her bare breasts.

I'm afraid to ask her if she wants to continue, so I lift her sweatshirt and expose her beautiful full breasts. I expect her to pull away, but instead she uses a hand to hold up the sweatshirt while I move down and put a nipple in my mouth.

Her moans assure me this is alright. Whether I'd be able to complete what I had in mind is still doubtful. So I concentrate on sucking and licking Carolyn's breasts until the nipples are fully extended.

I boldly ask her to pull off the sweatshirt, and she complies. Her breasts nearly fill her chest and I use my hands to push them up to my waiting lips. I wiggle my body on top of her and she spreads her legs to allow mine inside. I can feel her thighs as she wraps them around my hips.

She whispers my name and tries to squirm out from under me, but I reassure her and tell her to lay back and relax. My tongue is moving down her stomach towards the top of her jeans. I unsnap the pants and pull down the zipper, revealing a pair of soft white panties. I pull them down a couple inches and kiss the skin under them. I'm now on my knees on the floor while Carolyn lies sideways on the bed.

Her eyes are closed as I pull on her jeans. They easily slide down her legs to her ankles. I take them off and look up at the panties covering her pussy. My fingers move up the inside of her thighs until they disappear under the panties and meet on top of her clit. I rub her gently and watch her hips rise off the bed.

I take her panties off and quickly move my mouth to her exposed pussy. At the first touch of my tongue on the entrance to her cunt, Carolyn jerks upward and again calls my name...this time saying "No. Please."

I lick her again. Then I lick her clit. Carolyn lies down and I'm free to have the sex I'd always dreamed of with her. My hands slide under her ass and I pull her up to my mouth, which closes around her clit.

I feel her begin to fuck my tongue as it glides up and down over her skin. Every few strokes I slip it inside her cunt and she moans louder. I attack her pussy so that she'll not want me to stop. I want her to cum...just this once before I no longer have the chance to please her.

A moment later I feel her body tense up. She's going to cum. Carolyn's body trembles as I suck and lick her clit. She's moaning "Yes" each time I put my lips around it.

And then her orgasm starts with a loud groan and a series of rapid thrusts of her pussy towards my face. I struggle to hold onto her ass and keep my tongue in contact with her clit. She's sliding farther and farther away from me with each orgasm, but I follow her across the bed and make her cum again.

I can taste her and smell her and feel her as she cums. She's limp on the bed and pulls my head away with her hands. I lay my head on her thigh and watch her. She's running her fingers over her nipples and breasts, breathing heavily.

I climb onto the bed and kiss her, letting her taste her own sweet juices on my lips.

Well, I hope the happy couple live a long life together. I look at it as an awful way to spend an evening...especially THIS evening...and another lost opportunity for love. I wonder if the Maid of Honor... Oh, forget it.

Saturday, January 1, 2005

Happy New Year! Well, the wedding was short and sweet and I didn't have sex with anybody. But it was still OK. Lots to drink and eat. Lots of women in great dresses that I could drool over. Where do they all find these husbands, anyway?

God, there are a lot of football games on. At least we're finally to the teams that deserve to be in bowl games. And the games are in places you'd actually like to visit.

Do you ever wonder what the cheerleaders do when they end up in a bowl game in Boise? This year the pleasure went to Fresno State and Virginia.

Boise, Idaho. In the middle of December. I'm sure the possibilities are endless. But if you use your imagination, you might see something like this happening (insert dream-like music here and fade out).

Cindi had just about had it. Twenty four hours into her stay in Boise and the Fresno State cheerleader was ready to scream. The bowl game's organizers were a little too outgoing for her tastes in their efforts to put a happy face on everything. It all sucked and she was ready to party.

Her luck was about to turn. Her roommate, Staci, burst into the hotel room and proclaimed that she had met a booster at lunch who invited the entire squad to his suite to use the Jacuzzi. And the bar would be open.

Cindi normally would have questioned Staci until midnight to make sure she was for real. But just the sound of the words party and Jacuzzi and bar overrode her usual insecurities. They began calling the other girls.

At 8 p.m., four other cheerleaders joined Cindi and Staci in their room before heading up to the booster's suite. The six girls put shorts and t-shirts over their swimsuits hoping the Jacuzzi offer was legitimate. Soon they were knocking on the door of the suite.

The door was opened by a tall, professional looking middle-aged man who invited the group in. Two other men, slightly younger than the host, were seated in the living area of the suite. They rose to meet the girls and introductions were made. According to the host, Steve, the two men were clients of his.

Cindi didn't care what else happened that night, it was already better than the past day had been. But the mood of the girls gave her the sense something good was about to happen.

Steve kept up one end of the bargain by offering everyone drinks. The girls didn't need to know that the cost was being borne by Steve's company, which hoped to profit greatly with business from Steve's two guests.

The girls marveled at the plush surroundings of the suite—the large sectional couches, overstuffed chairs and fancy lights. A kitchen and eating area took up one corner while French doors separated the living area from the bedrooms. Somewhere behind another door was a bathroom equal in size to most of the girls' entire rooms.

Everyone talked for about half an hour before Steve asked the group, "Would anyone like to try the Jacuzzi?"

Several girls answered "Yes" simultaneously and the host opened a door that led to that portion of the suite. The four-person tub was surrounded by a large tiled area that was a step above the floor around it. It was already full of inviting, swirling water. Champagne bottles and glasses sat at the corners.

The cheerleaders exclaimed their approval and Staci became the first to take off her shorts and t-shirt. Soon, all six girls were down to their swimsuits. Four of them climbed into the Jacuzzi as Steve and his guests looked on.

Champagne was poured for everyone and the room quickly filled with noise as voices and the water jets united in one loud clamor. It didn't take long for the girls to insist that the guys join them. When the youngest looking of the men, Tom, claimed he couldn't because he didn't have a pair of trunks, Staci surprised the group by holding her bikini top above the bubbling water, saying, "Now I don't either. C'mon."

Laughter and cheers grew louder as the man began undressing. When he got to his boxers, he stopped and looked at the four girls in the tub. "Not until all your tops are off."

They protested, but only slightly. In a few seconds there were four tops on the tiles outside the Jacuzzi. All eyes were on Tom as he hesitated, then slowly pulled off his boxers.

More cheering began as his large cock came into view. It hung semi-erect between his legs, obviously affected by the sight of the girls in the water. When he walked toward the Jacuzzi and stepped onto the tiles, Staci stood in the center of the water and motioned for him to take her seat.

The girl's firm, round breasts dripped as she watched the man enter the Jacuzzi and squeeze between all the legs around him. When he was settled on the small seat, she lowered herself onto his lap.

Staci put her arm around Tom's neck and kissed him lightly. Water swirled around their chests, splashing softly over the girl's breasts. Under the water, Staci put her right hand around the thickening cock that rested against her hip. She felt it twitch and grow harder. The look on her face gave away her actions to everyone else in the room.

"Come on, Eric. I'm sure one of the girls will make room for you," Tom said to the other young man. He was urged on by the cheerleaders after he balked at first. Then, slowly, he took off his shorts and shirt. Like Tom before him, he was cheered when he got naked. Eric was a well-built man with muscular legs and a chest that hinted at time spent lifting weights.




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At the same time he approached the Jacuzzi, one of the girls got out and grabbed a towel. "Enjoy," she said with a broad smile. The men watched as the girl dried her hair and ran the towel over her long body. She stood topless when she was done, surveying the crowded scene in the water.

Soon, both men in the water were alternating drinks of champagne with tastes of the cheerleaders' breasts. The kissing became more passionate and bodies were everywhere.

Cindi and the girl who had left the tub, Dawn, stood next to Steve. Cindi put her hand on his leg, then lifted it up inside his shorts. She didn't make it all the way to his cock, but was close enough to get his attention.

"Won't you get undressed? You don't have to get wet if you don't want to," she said in a teasing voice.

Steve smiled and lifted his shirt over his head. He lowered his shorts and both Cindi and Dawn put their hands on top of the bulge inside his briefs. Cindi was the first to grab the briefs and pull them down. Dawn had her hand around the man's shaft before Cindi was finished.

"Turn around," Steve said to Cindi. The cheerleader felt her top being untied and then lifted off her body. She turned to let the man see her young breasts...and to see what Dawn was doing. She found the other cheerleader taking the man's cock into her mouth and rapidly bobbing her head up and down.

Cindi stepped towards the man and he bent to lick her nipples, then suck on each breast. All the while, Dawn never took her mouth off his long, hard cock.

They had Steve sit on the edge of the tiles and together licked his cock. He leaned back and lay down, his legs stretched out and spread wide enough for Dawn to fit between them.

In the Jacuzzi, Staci was the first of the cheerleaders to get naked and she was now firmly on top of Tom's cock, riding him amid the cluster of bodies around her. Another girl was removing her bikini bottom with Eric's fully erect cock in sight. With a little twisting and turning, he was able to enter the girl from behind as she leaned over the edge of the tub.

Tom was the first to cum, grunting loudly as Staci bounced on his lap. She leaned forward and placed her breasts against his face as he came. She urged him on until he was spent, then she crawled out of the Jacuzzi and laid on the tiles next to Steve, who was about to cum over the faces of Cindi and Dawn.

It was well past midnight before the last of the girls left the suite, hoping that next year would once again find them in humble Boise.

Sunday, January 2, 2005

Most houses around where I live still have branches laying in the yards waiting for tree companies to come clear them out. The ice and snow have long since melted, but the damage remains. I've had a call in to a company I've used before but I know it could be a while before they get to me. I saw one of their trucks down the street working on a huge, old tree that was heavily damaged by ice. So, hopefully I'm next on the list.

I will forgive them for not sending a crew right away if they send a few hunks this way eventually. Maybe it will be on a Saturday morning when I've just gotten out of the shower and I'm sitting drinking coffee in my panties and robe.

There's a knock at the door and I look out to see the truck and a couple guys inspecting my trees. When I open the door I see a young man inspecting the opening in the front of my robe. I resist the temptation to close the gap and, instead, let him view the inside halves of my breasts while we discuss what should be included in the estimate.

At one point I purposely lean out the door and point to a tree at the side of the house, making sure my robe spreads even farther apart. Then, slowly pulling it back together, I say we'll talk again when he has walked around the house and has seen what needs to be done.

I go back to my coffee, wondering if I have the courage to follow through completely on my erotic thoughts or just tease the poor guy relentlessly. I get a second look at the three men, all in their twenties and all seemingly sanitary enough to have in the house. I'm horny enough to actually consider doing them all.

Then I ask myself if three guys would actually want me. I'm a tall, skinny twenty-something woman with dirty blonde hair (just washed) and no distinguishing marks except for a tattoo on my butt. My breasts are average—apparently good enough to get the attention of the first guy, anyway.

By the time I get over my inferiority complex, there's another knock at the door. I stand up and loosen the belt on my robe, wishing more of my thighs were showing. The same young man is back at the door and he begins to explain what they would have to do. I stop him mid-sentence and invite him into the house, asking him to invite the others once he's inside. He begins to say it's OK, but I insist and he yells out for the others to join him.

If his intent is to be alone with me, I'm not going to let it happen. It's going to be all of them or none at all.

The other two guys take their own long look at my body in the hallway before I turn and tell them to come into the kitchen eating area. I sit down first, making sure to cross my legs and let the robe open wide across one thigh. The first guy puts the estimate on the table and begins pointing out what needs to be done while I lean forward, my nipples edging toward the front of my robe.

The estimate is for $225, which I am prepared to pay. But I have other plans before I agree to anything. I sigh and lean back in my chair, using the saddest eyes I can muster.

"Gee. I don't know," I say with grief. "I just got through Christmas and..."

"How about $185?"

I look at the first guy, then his two partners. I try to imagine them naked...and hard. I feel my nipples press against the robe.

"How about $150 and, uh, non-monetary bonuses for each of you?" I ask.

There is silence in the room. I look at the first guy's crotch and see the other two looking down my robe.

"Bonuses first," he insists.

I stand up and ever so slowly untie the belt in front of me. I let the robe fall open, exposing nearly all of my breasts and the tiny black panties I have on below. My right hand rises to my chest and disappears inside the robe, resting on my left breast. I squeeze it and use the back of my hand to push away the robe. The men stare at the bare skin until I open the opposite side, letting the robe fall from my shoulders.

It drops to the floor in a heap behind my feet. I step forward and place the palm of my hand on the first guy's crotch.

"Get naked," I say. Then I look at the other two. "All of you."

Seconds later shirts, shoes and socks litter my kitchen floor. Pants get pulled off and three nearly naked men stand before me. When I give no indication of moving, they each remove their underwear.

It's been a long time since three cocks are within reach of me at the same time. I'm much more likely to have three sets of boobs staring at me. So I take my time in appreciating my good fortune.

I reach out and touch the first guy. His cock starts to grow immediately and I stroke it softly. We get close enough to kiss and I feel his hands on my ass. The next thing I know my panties are at my ankles, being kicked aside.

I want to slide down and take him into my mouth, but he lifts me by the waist and lays me on the table. Instantly, he's at my breasts, licking and sucking me until I want to cum. My nipples scream for more attention even as his tongue rubs them roughly. My pussy is wet, craving a cock.

It gets one quickly. The young man is just hard enough to enter me and I feel his cock thicken and harden with each thrust. When my eyes are open I see him holding my breasts, kneading them and pushing them higher on my chest. Mostly I feel his cock inside me. His wonderful cock.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he picks me up by the back of my thighs. My hand rubs my clit as he continues to fuck me. He moans as if he's going to cum and I squeeze my pussy tighter around his cock.

A minute later he grunts and I feel the first spurt of his cum enter me. He slams his body against mine as he cums over and over again. As I slide farther away from him on the table he grabs my waist and pulls me back. We repeat this a couple times while he cums inside me.

As soon as he is done, a second young man takes his place. I gladly accept his cock as I am close to cumming myself. I let the man position himself before I concentrate once more on my clit.

Furiously, I rub it and feel an orgasm begin. I spread my legs and shout out as my body shakes. From deep inside, the orgasm flows through me and into my pussy. The man's cock heightens my excitement and I cum again, feeling the moisture gathering between my legs.

I lose track of how many times I cum before he does. I let him fill me with his cum, intent on enjoying the last of my own tremors.

The third man takes me from behind while I lean over the end of the table. It is a wonderfully rough experience that nearly makes me cum again. His quick orgasm is all that prevents my own. When the men return to the yard to do their work, I go into the bedroom and make myself cum with a favorite toy.

It's early in the winter, yet. I can always hope for more ice storms.

Monday, January 3, 2005

I had a dream last night about one of my favorite, early girlfriends. It seems like now matter how many people I come to know or how many I fall in love with...male or female...this girl is always in the back of my mind. She's still around town, but I know we'll never get together. It's one of those "what could have been" stories.

She was short, with brunette hair and a wonderful body. She had the best legs I've ever seen. And she knew it. She'd wear short skirts and get away with it all the time. She had small breasts that were wonderful to play with, the few times I had a chance.

I miss her. And she keeps popping up in my dreams. She's one of the few people that, when I wake up, I know instantly who I was dreaming about.

She's the only person from that far back in my past (about eight years ago) that I think about when I masturbate. Normally, I take people I run into at work or at the store or parties and imagine I'm with them. When I want a special treat, I imagine Cheryl.

I'll wake up in the middle of the night and put a hand on top of my panties and think about her on the couch in my apartment, letting me lift her shirt and taste her beautiful breasts. I'll press the material of my panties against my clit and feel for the wetness of my pussy.

My finger rides up and down in long, slow strokes as I visualize her nipples growing under the pressure of my tongue. When I think about my mouth on one of her breasts, my hand moves inside my panties and directly onto my pussy. Soon, I'm pushing the panties down my legs until I have full access to my throbbing clit.

Cheryl is letting me open her jeans and pull them down her legs while my finger probes the inside of my cunt. By the time I imagine having her jeans off, two fingers are inside me. When I think about taking off her little panties I'm back rubbing my clit in short, stabbing motions.

My ass lifts off the bed when I dream about Cheryl naked on my couch, my head between her legs. My own hand simulates what my tongue would do to my girlfriend's pussy and clit.

At the same time I imagine Cheryl starting an orgasm, I cum. My body shakes and I press harder against my clit, using two fingers to stay in constant contact with it. When one orgasm ends, I think about having Cheryl strip me and throw me on the floor, covering my entire body with kisses and licks. Another orgasm overtakes me and I moan loudly in the dark, lonely bedroom.

Usually, I pull off my panties when I'm done and sleep naked, knowing I'll want to cum again in the morning. My nipples tingle as I run my fingers over them, just like I did with Cheryl.

I miss her.

Tuesday, January 4, 2005

I took my car in this evening for the normal, every 5000 mile oil change at the dealership. If I didn't do it through them as part of the warranty deal I wouldn't find the time to do it. This forces me to get it done or I'll lose the warranty.

Anyway, last night when I pulled the car into the service department and got out, one of the people working there was the cutest girl...maybe about 25 or 26...in with all the guys. This wasn't some rough looking tomboy. She was truly pretty and looked great in her tight, blue work pants and shirt.

You have to believe that she was probably married or dating somebody full time and the guys in that shop had absolutely no shot at her. But what if she wasn't and they did? Can you picture her at lunchtime going into a back office with a couple of the service dudes?

The office has a desk and chair and couch. Yes, I said a couch. And everyone in the dealership knows not to go into the office at lunchtime when the door is closed, because the service babe is in there servicing somebody. Today, two dudes.

As soon as the door is closed, one of the guys is kissing the girl while she grabs at the crotch of the second guy. She feels his cock already growing inside his pants.

The first guy begins to unbutton her shirt, exposing her white bra. She lets him pull the shirt out of her pants and lift it off her shoulders. He throws it onto the chair and the second guy moves behind her. He unsnaps her bra and lowers it down her arms, revealing her beautiful, firm breasts.

The guy behind her wraps his arms around her and puts his hands on her tits. He squeezes them softly at first, then grinds his cock against her ass and pinches her nipples. The girl moans, reaching for the first guy's zipper. She opens his pants and reaches inside his boxers. The cock she finds is hard and warm. She pulls it out.

The girl can't take it in her mouth, yet, because the guy behind her is pulling off her pants. She steps out of them and lets him slide her panties off, as well. Now, fully naked, she can kneel down to taste the erect cock in front of her. She loves the feel of the large head and how it grows when she slides her tongue along the bottom.

The guy is pulling her head closer to him and she feels the cock hit the back of her throat. She sucks on it furiously, using her hand at the base when her mouth isn't there.

The guy behind her has removed his pants and pushed down his boxers. He grabs the girl by the hips and pulls himself closer as she kneels in front of him. His hard cock easily finds the entrance to her cunt and pushes in without difficulty. She's as wet as he is hard.

She wraps her lips tightly around the first guy's cock while the other one plunges into her pussy. Slapping noises fill the room and the girl's moans are muffled only by the cock in her mouth.

The guy fucking her cums first. He has been with her before and knows the rule: don't cum inside her. He pulls out and wraps his hand around the wet cock, stroking it wildly on top of her ass. A second later a long stream of cum streaks across her ass and onto her lower back. Then a second. And a third.

Loud grunts tell of each spurt until he is done and a pool of white cum has accumulated on her back and ass.

The first guy now starts to cum and the girl rises until her breasts are directly in front of the man. She presses the cock against her nipples, moving it back and forth with her palm. Then she squeezes it with her hand and forces the cum to explode onto her chest.

She urges him on and thick cum flows down her breasts and over her nipples. He, too, finishes with agonizing groans and a shrinking cock.

After they clean her up with shop towels that always seem to be available in the office, she will lie on the couch and they will lick her and suck on her until she cums with squeals of pleasure.

Wednesday, January 4, 2005

I made an appointment to get a tooth pulled a week from Friday. I've actually put it off since September when it first started hurting and my dentist said I needed it out. He referred me to an oral surgeon, but I didn't go at first because it quit hurting and I'm a wimp about this stuff. Now it's hurting again so I made the appointment.

Am I the only one who thinks dentists and oral surgeons have lots of opportunities to take advantage of innocent little girls like me? I mean, if I go to my appointment wearing a blouse with the top two buttons opened...well, you get the idea.

If he was good looking and he got me on a horny day, I'd let him put his hand on my breast outside my blouse. I'd let him open a button and caress my breast and roll my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Soon, more buttons would be opened and he could see both of my breasts waiting to be sucked.

The first touch of his tongue on my nipple would send a shiver clear to my cunt. My moans would assure him he could continue. My blouse would be totally unbuttoned and laid open, while the heat of the lamps above me would feel good on the exposed skin.

He would kiss me from my nipples to my stomach. I'd feel him unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper. His fingers would grasp the top of my jeans and panties and he'd yank them down to my ankles.

My pussy would be wet in anticipation of what he wanted to do. He'd begin by leaning over me and licking the area around my clit while I separated my legs. His mouth would close around my throbbing clit and I'd pull his head closer. I'd feel his tongue search for my cunt, then go back up to my clit.

After a couple minutes I'd clutch the arms of the chair, feeling my orgasm build until I raise my ass off the chair and cum. He'd lick and suck me while I push my pussy into his face. When I thought my orgasm was over, his tongue would make me cum again.

Afterwards, I'd lay on the chair for a minute trying to compose myself. When I leaned up, he'd have his cock out of his pants waiting for my mouth. I'd eagerly take it all between my lips, licking it the entire length before sucking on it and stroking the base with my hand.

He'd be playing with my tits making me want to cum again. But I'd be concentrating on his thick cock, feeling it pulsate deep in my mouth. A trickle of fluid from the tip warns me that he's ready. Then he'd groan and thrust it hard, forcing me to swallow shot after shot of cum. I'd pump him with my hand while licking him all over, being sure to lick the bottom of the head and catch the last of his juices.

By the time we finished, I'd be relaxed enough to withstand anything he did with my teeth. 



Traci's Diary: Week 02



Thursday, January 6, 2005

The tree guy finally called today. He says he'll be out tomorrow to leave me an estimate. Too bad I won't be there to bargain with him (see Traci's Diary - Week 1). I know tree guys have to eat, too. But how can it be THAT expensive to pick up some branches and carry them away?

So far this winter we've had ice, snow, no electricity and now floods. It's very Biblical. It's almost enough to make you want to marry someone so that you can come home, put on your Steelers number 7 jersey (nothing else) and wait for your man.

(By the way...I'll get back to the story in a sec...did you hear that Ben Roethlisberger is hanging out with Natalie Gulbis? I was kinda holding out for her myself. Maybe it won't last and she'll call me all upset and will want someone to sleep with for a while. Naked.)

OK. I'm waiting for my man in my jersey (nothing else) and he comes home. I meet him in the hallway and kiss him passionately (I really wish it was Natalie instead. Sorry. Have you ever done a Google search under her name? God.) He puts his hand on my ass, lifting the jersey until he can feel my skin. I can feel his cock getting hard as we grind our bodies together, his fingers massaging my cheeks.

He pushes me against the wall, my bare ass touching the cold surface while he raises my jersey. His hands feel nice against my chest. I take the jersey from him and hold it above my head, pulling it off as he bends to take the first taste of my breast.

He doesn't seem to notice as I unbuckle his belt, open his pants and reach inside his boxers. His cock isn't fully erect, but I know it soon will be. I fumble with the rest of his clothes, anxious to get him naked. We kiss intermittently as I undress him, piece by piece.

By the time he's naked we are both desperate to fuck. I hold his cock again and pull it against me. Now it's hard and pointing up at me as we hold our bodies together. At the end of a kiss, my husband picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on as he carries me to the top of the kitchen table. We fuck on that table as much as we eat on it.

I spread my legs and wait for him. Sometimes he licks me. Sometimes he thrusts his hard cock into me. Tonight he wants sex...fast and hard.

He lifts my ass off the table and inserts his shaft into my cunt until our bodies meet. I groan with pleasure as he begins to slide it in and out of me. I put one hand on my clit and the other on a breast, twirling a nipple between my fingers.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me," I tell him.

"I'm going to cum on your tits tonight. So be ready," he says.

"I'm ready."

It only takes a couple minutes for him to have to pull out and start stroking his cock as he leans over me. I wait for the wonderful feeling of his warm cum spilling onto my chest. His groans precede the first shot of cum by just seconds. I see a second and third pile start to build on my tits. I rub it over my nipples with one hand and play with my clit with the other.

About the time he's done with his orgasm, I start mine. He watches as my body writhes on top of the table, little cries of pleasure coming from me each time I cum. I think about us in bed later that night fucking for real in the soft bed. I cum again.

When I'm done, he gets a towel and cleans me, spending lots of time around my breasts.

Natalie will have to wait.

Friday, January 7, 2005

Well, the tree dudes never showed up again today. Their loss. For the fun of it, let's assume they found a house down the street with a desperate housewife babe in it that needed their services more than me. Maybe she paid better. Doubt it.

I'm off work on Monday, January 17th because of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Yea. I think I'm going to head over to Wheeling and spend Sunday and Monday at the casino over there. It's not Las Vegas, but it's OK for small time slot machine players like me.

I play nickel slots. Nine lines at a time. Would I be better off playing quarter machines two coins at a time and spending roughly the same amount each time? Somebody answer that for me, please.

That casino never struck me as the greatest place to pick up guys, but then I've never stayed overnight there either. Maybe I'll be sitting at a machine waiting for an attendant to come pay me the 3500 coins I'm due when a good looking guy will sit at the machine next to me. He congratulates me. I say "Thank you", wondering where a 30-year-old guy came from after seeing nothing but middle aged losers all day.

He says, "Looks like you're buying."

"All this will do is get me through tomorrow," I reply.

Without hesitation, he asks, "You staying here?"

Immediately I realize he's brilliant as well as good looking. "Yeah. Just tonight."

He plays for a minute without luck. It gives me a chance to look at him closer-his light hair and blue eyes; his muscular arms under a golf shirt; his tight jeans.

"A friend and I came over from Pittsburgh for the long weekend," he says. I watch him enter the bonus round on his machine and win 450 coins.

"Alright. Way to go," I say, sliding around in my chair to face him better. My knees are almost touching him.

He looks at me. "So, why don't you join us tonight. We'll buy, despite your new wealth."

I smile. He's hoping beyond hope I don't say something about the guy I'm with or the parent I'm entertaining. I'm hoping beyond hope his friend isn't Godzilla. "Well, I don't know. I'll be playing til pretty late."

A tap on my shoulder indicates the arrival of the attendant. Soon I have my payout and am anxious to continue the game of shy little girl with my new acquaintance.

"Where should we meet?" he asks abruptly.

I like his style, except I bet he's this fast at sex, too. "I'm not that familiar with this place," I lie. "What's good?"

He points to a bar in the center of the room. "In there. You say when."

"If you're buying, how about eleven."

"Perfect. I'm Kyle."

I shake his large hand. "I'm Traci. See ya then."

I feel confident leaving the area that I'll be capable of leaving the hunk and his apish friend at the bar if I don't like the scene. I mean, I've done that before. Countless times.

As the evening progresses, I see Kyle in the distance as I move from machine to machine, floor to floor. We never talk again, and that's fine with me. I also never see him with anybody. That's too bad. I hate blind dates.

At 11:10 PM I start making my way to the bar. I recognize Kyle from the back and see him talking to a guy on a stool next to him. To my surprise, it's a fairly normal looking guy in his late twenties or early thirties, clean and decently dressed. Why can't I have this luck at the machines?

"Hi," I say when I get close to Kyle.

They turn in unison and greet me with an invitation to move to a nearby table. I agree. Kyle's friend's name is Chad and appears to be almost as shy as me. I kind of like him already.

I accept a drink from the men and we discuss our various wins and losses at the slot machines. Chad is the only one who is even slightly ahead and that results in him being chosen as the buyer of future drinks.

I determine fairly quickly that if we end up in a room I'm probably going to fuck these guys. The thought of it seems better each time my glass gets emptier. When Kyle finally does invite me to their room, I eagerly accept.

There is nothing fancy about the room. Two double beds, a couple chairs and a table. People don't come here to spend their time in the room. Unless they are me and it's late at night and I've had a drink and two guys invite me up. Then the room is important.

I figure if they are going to do much harm to me it will be as soon as we get there. So, when we spend a few minutes talking some more, I feel a little better. Good enough to finally say, "OK. Who's going to get naked for me first?"

The abruptness of the question results in a momentary pause by the men. Then Kyle stands up and pulls off his shirt. He kicks off his shoes and starts to take off his pants. I watch with a grin on my face as he stands just a few feet from me in nothing but his boxers.

I expect him to want me to get in on the act before he goes on, but to my pleasant surprise his boxers end up on the floor and his large cock is in full view. He has a decent body and I feel the excitement growing deep inside me.

I don't wait for an order. I stand up and slowly remove my shirt, facing Kyle and within an arm's length of him. It had to be obvious to them that I wasn't wearing a bra. Now they knew for sure.

Chad doesn't move, except to watch me pull off my jeans. My tiny, red v-string brings approving comments and I smile at the look on Chad's face as my naked ass stares him in the face. I pull up on the tiny string, forcing what little material there is in the front to nearly disappear. Kyle's erection has doubled since I stood up.

I sit on the side of the bed and extend my legs one at a time while taking off the panties.

"Well, c'mon," I say to Chad. "I want both of you."

Kyle joins me on the bed as Chad strips. Kyle and I kiss and I love how he licks my nipples. His cock is warm in my hand as I grip it tightly. Finally, Chad is naked and we align ourselves on the bed with my head on a pillow. Chad's cock is equal to Kyle's if not a little bigger. This is going to be fun.

With a man on both sides of me, my tits each get a mouth and Kyle's hand is on my pussy. I lay back and enjoy the attention my body is getting. I wait as long as I can before absolutely having to have a cock in my mouth. I decide to concentrate on shy Chad's.

I move down and lift his cock so I can get my lips around it. Gently, I kiss and lick the very tip. Then I begin to slide it into my mouth. Deeper and deeper I take it, applying pressure with my lips as it moves in and out. Soon, it is hard and throbbing.

I move again to give me room to lick from the base to the tip. I'm on my knees now and Kyle is moving behind me. I feel his hands on my waist, then my hips.

A moment later, Kyle is entering me from behind. I feel his thick cock at the entrance to my cunt, then his legs are up against my ass. I love the sensation of his shaft moving smoothly in and out of my body.

I try to concentrate on Chad, but when Kyle begins massaging my clit with his fingers I can only think of the orgasm that is sure to come. Kyle squeezes my ass and occasionally puts his hands on my breasts. All I want to do is cum.

My head is bobbing up and down on Chad's cock with more speed. His groans tell me he's getting closer.

But, I cum first. I push my ass back into Kyle's body and nearly scream with pleasure. He holds me tighter and plunges his cock as deep into me as he can. I want more and rub my clit to cum again. My near screams are muffled by Chad's now-huge cock in my mouth.

At the end of my orgasm I feel the first splash of cum from Kyle enter my pussy. He pounds up against my ass and each thrust means more cum inside me. I frantically yank on Chad's cock below my mouth, wanting to taste him.

I get my wish quickly. In fact, I get more than I can handle and cum drips down the side of my mouth and onto my chin as Chad cums over and over again. Kyle has pulled out of me by the time I suck the last of the cum from Chad. I use his cock to clean my face, licking it one last time.

I stay for another hour or two before heading back to my own room. In the morning I'll think about slot machines again.

Saturday, January 8, 2005

Saturdays are cool. A lot of times I'll get up and head to the local donut place and get a mocha and a cream filled donut...or two. I've actually written a story about the things you can do with cream filled donuts. Yum.

Then I'll do whatever I need to do at home and maybe by early afternoon I'm ready to sit and watch TV or something. Sometimes I'll get real lazy and go upstairs to my bedroom and open the drawer containing my toys. I only have a few-some I bought and some were gifts.

I like the thick plastic ones with ridges and a tip like a cock. I'll open my jeans and let my fingers move inside on top of my panties. Before long the jeans and panties are around my ankles or on the floor. Then I grab the toy.

I rub it over my clit first, several times. Then I can move it down to my pussy, which will be wet. I let the moisture cover the end of the dildo and move it into place. Just the tip goes in at first and I bring it back to my clit. Then more of the toy enters me. I repeat this until as much of the dildo goes into me as I can take.

One hand pumps the toy back and forth while the other squeezes my tits and nipples and clit. Sometimes I cum in a matter of seconds. Other times it's quite a few minutes.

I feel my orgasm build around my stomach and into my pussy. I slam the dildo in as far as I can and hold it there when my first orgasm starts. I lift my ass off the bed and begin to fuck myself with the toy. Fast and hard.

I think about a guy I met or some babe/dude from TV. Sometimes I'm being raped. But I always cum. I let the dildo stay inside me when I'm done, just as hard as when it started. It feels great. If I have all day, I might rest for a few minutes and start over again. The second time can be a lot more fun because it's harder to cum but you cum harder. Does that make sense?

Sunday, January 9, 2005

Who do you think about during sex or masturbation? I watched enough football today to give me images for a week. You have players, cheerleaders, sideline reporting babes (does anybody besides me want Bonnie Bernstein?). She's older than me. What age do you like?

A lot of times I want a kid. I want an eighteen year old blonde right out of high school. I want a girl who hasn't been tainted by men, yet. If she's had sex with a boy it was pure lust. None of this adult relationship nonsense.

I want a little girl who wants to try something different. I want us to become friends so she'll come over to my house on a Saturday afternoon and just spend some time. She'll wear a sexy little shirt with no bra and jeans that look like they're going to fall off at any minute.

She'll be short with thick blonde hair that goes down to her shoulders, a nose that turns up right at the end, and full cheeks. Her breasts won't be too big for her little body. Her waist and hips will curve beautifully down to her shapely legs. No one piece of her will stand out. The total package is what I want.

She'll be unsure of her feelings toward an older woman who acts a little like her, likes the same things she does and isn't afraid of her body...like her. She'll be attracted to me, just like she is to a couple of her female teachers. Except, unlike them, I invite her over. I talk to her, laugh with her, drink with her.

And I lay on the floor with her in front of the TV. We talk about guys and girls and life. I tell her it's OK to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants, as long as she's safe and intelligent about it.

She lays on her back and I touch her small belly ring. I let my fingers rest on her stomach, slipping lower until meeting the top of her jeans. I feel her muscles tense up and relax from one side of her waist to the other.

My hand moves up. Over the ring. Under her shirt. I feel her ribs and her breathing. I move closer to her and kiss the side of her face. My hand is moving her shirt higher. A finger finally touches the bottom of one of her breasts.

She looks at me and I ask her if she wants me to stop. She shakes her head "no" without saying a word. I slowly move my hand until it covers her breast. I just watch her for a second.

"Have you done this before?" I whisper.

"No." The answer strikes me as honest. "But I wanted to try it."

"Just do whatever you want," I tell her.

My fingers find her nipple and begin to roll it back and forth. She closes her eyes and I squeeze a little harder. Then my hand massages her entire breast. To my surprise she lifts the shirt so I can see both breasts. I can take a hint.

My head moves down until I can lick the side of an exposed tit. I move until I can put her nipple between my lips. I feel her body react and open my mouth to taste as much of her as I can. My tongue flicks across her nipple until it doubles in size and I hear her first moan.

It's a magnificent feeling having such a young woman next to me, wanting to experience something like this. I'm unsure whether she wants me to concentrate on her or if she wants my body. The answer comes when she lifts up my shirt.

I lean up and let her watch me take it off. My whole body tingles when I see her staring at my small breasts hanging above her. Then her hand tenderly traces my nipple.

I shift my body so that my breasts are directly above her mouth. A second later I feel her lips and her tongue. She's so gentle at first. Then she puts her hand on my breast and tries to take it all into her mouth. She licks it and sucks it until I think I'm going to cum.

To slow her down, I remove her shirt. I'm on top of her body now, straddling her legs. I lay down so that my breasts rest on hers. I kiss her on the mouth. Our tongues touch and we kiss harder. Our bodies press together, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

"I want you," I say between kisses. I don't know what makes me say it, other than the fact I truly want her.

"I want you, too," she says. "Show me how."

The words almost make me cry. She says it in such an innocent tone and yet I can feel the sexual tension trying to escape from her. She presses her hips up against mine. I bet she's wet.

To find out, I unzip her jeans and pull them down her legs. She doesn't move as I take them off her. I move back up towards her panties and run my fingers along her thighs where the panties end. Then I push the font of her panties into the crack outlined under the thin material.

She sighs as my finger follows her pussy up to her clit. I feel the dampness already and can't resist taking off the young girl's panties. 

I look down upon the beautiful, naked, youthful body. Soon, I'm naked too and more than ready to make love to this girl.

I feel her nervousness and decide to slowly lick her and suck her all over until she's ready to cum. Between my mouth and my hands, it's only a matter of minutes until I feel her first orgasm begin. I love her little screams. She obviously doesn't hold anything back as I lick her clit harder and harder.

When she's done, I spend time on her breasts, gently licking them. To my great pleasure, she flawlessly does to me what I just did to her. She seems to enjoy giving almost more than receiving. I assure her that over time she'll only improve.

She assures me she wants more time with me. The words are music to my ears.

Monday, January 10, 2005

Would it surprise you if the guy next door spends every free, waking minute looking at porn on his PC? How about that couple across the street. Do you think she ties him up and blindfolds him before getting the whip out?

We have no clue what goes on behind other people's doors. Your son's teacher-the middle-aged woman in the conservative skirt-is probably cheating on her husband with a guy who fucks her from behind in his shower. Every Saturday.

What do you think? If 100 people read this story, are thirty of you having sex with somebody besides who you live with? Forty?

If you are only having sex with the person you live with, is it the kind of sex you'd do in public without embarrassment? I mean, is it socially acceptable sex?

I guess the first sex I had that was different was when a guy took me from behind. Now I love it, as long as it's my pussy and not my ass. I know. That's not the most unusual sex people ever had, but it was new to me. And the feel of his hand on my tit and clit at the same time he was inside me was incredible.

Then I got into group sex. First it was all guys, but then girls joined in and I was hooked...to groups and girls. Or groups of girls. When I'm with another woman I don't like one to "play" the man or whatever you want to call it. I like sensuous women and that's how I want to be for them. I like to tease another woman and to be teased.




Traci's Diary: Week 02



Do you think there are two women on your block that meet secretly? Are you one of them? Are they (or you) married?

What about age differences? I've never been into men or women way older than me. Younger, yes. Not older.

Back to what we do behind closed doors. Do you suppose most of the games that are played are based on aggression and power? Is it necessary for some people to let out their frustration during sex? And I don't mean to the point where there are bruises. But hard sex. Forcing somebody against a wall or a couch. Ripping off their clothes. Fucking them instead of making love. Calling them names. Pulling on their hair or cumming in their face.

I would play rape games more if I had the nerve to mention it to guys I know. But most of the guys I'd fuck I'd rather do slowly and lovingly. Darn. I need to try the rape thing some day, but would they think I was weird? God knows I don't need them to think I'm weirder than I am.

Voyeurism. I'm into that. I'd love to find somebody who would watch me get naked from outside my window. And I would know he was there. I'd put on a show knowing he couldn't touch me. Knowing that he would have to beat himself off to cum.

I'd like to make love with somebody in a place I know others could watch, but would still be "private." I'm not sure I can describe such a place, but I'll know it when I get there. Maybe some place with security cameras that I know they are watching. But I'd rather have it be real people watching us in real time.

I wish I knew people that would let me watch secretly, not just in a group setting.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I've been thinking more about the voyeurism thing from yesterday. I work in a building where people work strange hours virtually every day of the week. On weekends it wouldn't shock me at all if couples were in there fucking all the time. I only witnessed one instance.

I walked up to the fourth floor and proceeded down the hall until I heard what sounded like sex in an office. I snuck up quietly until I reached the door of the office where the sounds were coming from. The door was slightly open-just enough for me to peek inside.

One of the attorneys-a guy I really liked-was standing behind one of the first year associates-a girl in her mid-twenties with a marvelous body. They weren't naked, which disappointed me, but I had an excellent view of the girl's ass and the guy's cock ready to plunge into her pussy. They both had their pants down around their ankles and the guy had his hand inside the girl's shirt.

I watched the girl step out of her pants so she could spread her legs farther apart. She leaned against a table, her hands gripping the edge tightly. The man behind her inched forward and laid his cock on top of the girl's ass. She reached behind her and stroked it against her skin.

I put my hand inside my jeans, afraid to make any more noise than that. I could feel my cunt getting damp as the man roughly seized the girl's tits in his hands and squeezed them. Her shirt had risen to the point where I could see the bottom of her beautiful, full tits.

I gently unbuttoned my jeans, waited to see if they noticed, then ever so quietly pulled down the zipper. Even I had trouble hearing it, so I was confident they had not heard it amid their various grunts and groans.

Now I could get to my clit and down to the entrance to my cunt. I wanted that cock so bad. Instead, I watched it disappear into the young woman's tight pussy.

The man held her by the hips at first before returning to her tits. Quickly he began to fuck her with short, strong thrusts. The girl lifted her head with pleasure, clinging to the desk.

That was when I first noticed the reflection of her pretty face in the picture on the wall in front of her. I looked at the picture with my hand firmly rubbing my clit. And the girl looked straight back at me in the picture.

Our eyes met...and she smiled.

She looked down and allowed herself to be fucked by the man. Only occasionally did she look back up into the picture to watch me. Each time I was getting closer to cumming. I wanted her to see me cum.

Her hand touched her own clit, as if acknowledging what I was doing. A couple minutes later she cried out that she was ready to cum. The man pinched one of her nipples, as if on cue, and the girl's body began to shake. We watched each other in the picture until she looked away again to enjoy a second orgasm.

That's when the man groaned out that he was cumming, and I watched him spray the top of the girls' ass and her back with long streams of white cum. I couldn't keep from cumming any more and tried desperately to remain quiet. I pushed against the door frame while my orgasms made my body quiver. I saw her watching me and I wanted to cum for her. I did until the man was done and I had to move on.

I silently moved away from the door and started down the hallway with my jeans still unzipped and unbuttoned. It wasn't until I turned the corner that I was fully dressed again.

Earlier this week I got an e-mail from the girl telling me she was working this weekend. I'll be there.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Oh. So there aren't any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Well, duh. I'm not sure that required wasting space on CNN. I saw a bumper sticker during the campaign that said "No one died when Clinton lied." Make love, not war. Although I'm not sure what Clinton did was love.

Is that a big thing with you? Should you only have sex when it's making love? Is it OK for married people, even, to occasionally just fuck on the floor or the couch until they can't cum any more and not worry about "how the other person feels"?

Seems to me if you can't do that in a relationship you have problems. If you don't have the urge every now and then to simply attack your partner you may not really be that attracted to them.

Which brings us to games. If a man wants to come home and take his wife or girlfriend in the kitchen over the table with both of them still dressed because it turns him on...and the wife/girlfriend is turned on...shouldn't he be allowed to? And wouldn't it be great if the wife/girlfriend e-mails him during the day asking him to play that rape game tonight when he got home?

What other games do you play? Bondage (one of my favorites). Eating food off your partner (try vanilla cream filled donuts). Make your partner cum each time their football team scores (best done if they are Colts or Oklahoma fans). Sharing a shower. Over the phone (no faking it).

Do it in the car driving somewhere. Not real sex, stupid. I give blowjobs on freeways. That's why cruise control was invented...by a man. You can't beat the fun of opening a guy's zipper and pulling out his cock on the freeway. I lick it while he reaches inside my shirt for my tits.

Once he's comfortable, I suck it all the way to his balls. Before long he's as hard as a rock and trying to fuck my mouth. I put my hand around the base of his shaft and pump him as I lick and suck the top. I listen as cars and trucks pass us, knowing he's close to cumming and probably looking like it.

I feel the cock twitch right before the first clear fluid leaks from the tip. I pump him harder. Then he grunts loudly and shoves it deep into my mouth. Cum spurts out and I swallow it. Twice. Three times. I keep licking him and he begs me to stop. His body jerks upward each time my lips bite down on him.

I wipe my mouth clean with the back of my hand and lean up, my tits hanging from my shirt. Ten miles later I'm cumming with his hand inside my jeans.



Traci's Diary: Week 03



Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Paige Davis is leaving Trading Spaces. Maybe she shouldn't have done the TV Guide cover wearing nothing but wallpaper. Maybe she shouldn't have done the fake stripper routine at a Broadway fundraiser when she allowed men to stuff money down the front of her low cut dress or inside her tiny g-string. I'm really depressed. If you don't watch the show, go to paigedavis.com and enjoy. Isn't she just the cutest little thing?

God, I'd love to throw her up against a wall and smother her mouth in passionate kisses. I'd feel my breasts pressing against hers, my hands on her ass pulling her towards me.

I would slide my hands up and around her until they rested on her breasts on the outside of her t-shirt. I can feel her nipples harden. I would kiss her neck under her beautiful short hair while slithering my hands inside the bottom of her shirt. Her stomach is hard and flat.

She moans when my fingers reach her breasts. I squeeze her nipples and place my palms flat against them. My little hands don't come close to holding her entire breasts.

I have to taste them, so I lift her shirt. At first my tongue just flicks across her nipples. Then she grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her. My mouth opens and accepts as much of her as possible. I suck on one breast, then move to the other.

I slide down her body and kneel in front of her, hastily opening her jeans and pulling down the zipper. I yank the pants down her legs and lift them off her feet. Paige's legs are perfect, her thighs calling for me to lick them up to the bottom of her little panties. So I do.

She flinches when my mouth presses against her pussy through the thin material. I can tell she's wet already. I pull her panties down until I can kiss the area right above her clit. I reach behind her and feel the soft skin of her ass as the panties move lower.

My hands push the underwear down Paige's legs while my tongue begins to attack her clit. She spreads her legs for me and pushes her hips out to my face. She's naked now and my hands are on her ass, squeezing each cheek as I lick her pussy.

After a couple minutes, she pulls me up and undresses me. I kiss her when I can or when her face isn't flat against my body licking me. I'm ready to cum when she is pulling the last of my clothes off of me.

We move into the family room and fall to the floor. Our arms and legs intertwine in frenzied obsession. Our tongues meet while our hands explore each other. I want to cum every time she touches me and I hope she feels the same. Her kisses make me think she does.

She pushes against my body and forces me onto my back. Paige climbs on top of me and straddles my body with her legs. She smiles down at me before bending over and smothering my breasts with her mouth. The sensation of her tongue and lips on my nipples sends tingles through my body. I want her so badly.

I feel her move lower and open my eyes to watch her head disappear between my legs. I tremble when she first licks my wet pussy, knowing that she'll move up to my clit soon. I feel her tongue inside me. Then again.

She moves up. Not just her tongue, but her entire mouth surrounds my hard clit. I raise my body off the floor and feel her take me inside her mouth. Paige licks and sucks me until I shout out that I'm ready to cum.

She works over my pussy and clit even harder as my orgasm begins. Paige holds me by the ass and I hold her by the back of her head. My fingers cling to her short hair. I try to hold her in place as my body shakes with multiple orgasms.

She ends up at my breasts again after I'm done. Each time she licks me another shiver flows down to my pussy. I pull her up to me and we kiss. She keeps moving up and places her breasts over my face. I eagerly suck on them, wrapping them in my hands.

Before long, her pussy is over my mouth and I'm enjoying the taste of her beautiful body. She leans up and I concentrate on her clit. Within seconds, it seems, she's cumming in loud, extended orgasms. Paige collapses on top of me when she's done, whispering how much she loves being with me.

If her next career is lesbian porno flicks, I volunteer.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Did I tell you about the football watching party I went to Sunday? Oh, my God. What a great day. This is a case of getting what you wish for. I wrote earlier about being interested in group sex. Well...

A bunch of friends I've known for a while got together to watch both of the conference championship games. There were eleven of us. Couples and singles like me, some of which I'd dated in the past...both men and women. I know. I know. If that disgusts you, move on to tomorrow's entry. Geez.

Anyway, the party started at about noon, long before the first game came on. I happened to get there around 12:30 and the host couple and three other people were already there. It was a lot of fun, drinking and talking about trips we'd taken or things at work.

Other people trickled in and eventually all eleven of us were there when the first game started. I wouldn't say anybody was stupid drunk yet, but some of us were feeling pretty good. There was a lot of teasing going on, and I guess I did my share at one point by pulling the legs of one of the guys...one of the married guys, no less...onto my lap. I've known Jeff and his wife, Terri, maybe the longest of anybody there and I knew she was cool with it. In fact, I'm not sure Terri wasn't doing most of the teasing. She had a t-shirt on that didn't leave much to the imagine.

People were in chairs and on couches and stretched out on the floor. Food and drink was everywhere. Before halftime of that first game I was beginning to see signs of apparent drunkenness . The teasing had become more physical. I contributed by moving my hand from Jeff's thigh to the very top of his leg. I let my fingers glance across his crotch, trying to feel where his cock was. His look convinced me to do further research.

I tried to be coy about feeling for, and finding, the lump in his jeans. I suppose half the room could have been watching between plays and I wouldn't have known it. I was feeling good and having fun.

At one point I saw Terri on the floor and Chad was using the bare skin between her shirt and the top of her jeans as his plate. Her cute little butt just screamed to be held. With her looking the other way I had more courage to play with Jeff.

Somebody, I forget who now, was talking about a trip several members of the group had taken together and it became obvious that some intimate action had taken place. Not having been there, I didn't get some of the inside jokes. But I did gather that Terri had been with more than Jeff during the night.

It was very erotic and I took it as an attempt to go in that direction again. I had moved my hand out of Jeff's crotch, but put it back and was greeted by a very hard cock. I wanted to pull it out right there in the room.

People were coming and going all the time and when one of my favorite friends, Sharon, came back into the room she was asked if she'd "let Chad eat dip off her tits" like she did on the trip.

Sharon's pretty shy and I found it hard to believe it happened the first time. But the next thing I knew she was standing in the middle of the room with her gorgeous, little breasts in full view. Sharon's a short girl with dirty blonde hair and a nice body. Not model material, just nice.

She dropped to her knees and used a tortilla chip to spread dip on her right tit. A lot of loud voices were urging Chad on, but I doubt if he needed urging. He was on his knees, too, moving towards her. He grabbed her by the waist and slowly licked the dip from her breast.

I thought I would cum watching most of her tit disappear into his mouth and his hand caress the rest. Chad's tongue finished the job before he leaned up and kissed Sharon enthusiastically. Nobody in the room could have watched that and not been aroused.

Apparently Chad was known for being good at that, because Terri welcomed him back on the floor by lifting her shirt and revealing one of her own tits. They laid side-by-side with Chad's mouth engulfing one of Terri's ample breasts.

My hand was back on Jeff's cock and I didn't even remember putting it there. I was so hot.

I remember seeing Chad and Terri talking on the floor right before getting up and leaving the room. I was too busy with Jeff to pay too much attention. Not long after that Jeff grabbed my hand and pulled me from the couch. We walked down the hall and turned into a bedroom.

There, next to the bed, were Chad and Terri. Both were naked from the waist up and in the middle of a deep kiss. I watched Terri take off Chad's jeans while Jeff removed my shirt. I didn't know what to do. But whatever it was, I wanted to do it.

Chad and I were naked at about the same time. He had a big cock and Terri was about to make it bigger. I turned my attention to Jeff and got him naked as fast as possible.

While on my knees taking off his boxers, I lifted his cock with my hand and licked it from base to tip, top and bottom.

The four of us, once all naked, fell onto the bed. I ended up just inches from Terri and resisted the temptation to explore her body. We rolled around until everybody had room. Jeff ended up on top of me, while Terri was on top of Chad, beginning to guide his hard cock into her cunt. Watching her beautiful tits bounce while fucking Chad made me incredibly hot.

Jeff helped, too. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he began plunging his cock into me. Not long into the session I remember looking at the bedroom door and seeing a small group of people standing and watching. Most were at least partly undressed. The whole thing just made me crazy with desire.

The bed rocked from the two lovemaking sessions taking place. Moans got louder and soon orgasms overtook all of us. I know that at some point I was cumming while sucking one of Terri's tits. Somehow Chad managed to cum on both Terri and I.

Later in the evening guests were changing places in the bedroom and other rooms so quickly I lost track. I just know that my little episode with Sharon towards the end may have been the highlight for most of the people that were still there to witness it. I plan on getting together with her in private sometime.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

WARNING: The following story probably falls under the Literotica category of NonConsent, or whatever they are calling it these days. If this type of story does not interest you, please move on to tomorrow's entry. Thank you.

Around June of this year I'll be switching jobs...again. It's no big deal. I'll find something. But the whole idea of going through the interview process again doesn't thrill me.

It also makes me think back a few years to when I was in college...I guess I was about nineteen...and I worked for the recreation department in my hometown during the summer. It was a good size suburb of a major city, so the recreation department was big. They had a beautiful new community center that housed the recreation department offices, as well as a couple of indoor pools, gyms, playgrounds, a climbing wall...all kinds of stuff.

That's where I worked doing graphic design work on newsletters and pamphlets. My boss, Tim, was a guy in his early thirties that really thought he was "the man." Unfortunately, Tim wasn't all that bad looking and had a decent body. But his attitude sucked.

His habit of picking out young women each summer...from high school age to young mothers...and hitting on them was legendary. He managed never to do anything that would get him fired. Whether he ever got anything from the girls was unknown. I never asked.

It was a casual workplace and I often wore shorts and t-shirts on the hottest days. Nothing that wasn't acceptable in a casual business setting, however. Certainly nothing like the skimpy swimsuits that roamed the halls of the building around the pools and gyms.

Anyway, I worked late one night on a project that was due soon. It had rained that day and the place was somewhat emptier than normal as I walked to the office with the copier in it. The office also had cabinets that stored supplies and it served as the coffee room. It wasn't big.

I remember standing by the copier not paying much attention to anything except paper flowing through the machine when I heard something behind me. I turned to see Tim entering the room. I said "Hi" and something about him sneaking up on me. He smiled for a second, then got a more serious look on his face. It was a little scary.

He said, "Working late?"

"Uh. Yeah. I just have this stuff to do and I might go home." I had planned on staying another hour, but I was beginning to think I might leave sooner now.

"Why don't you take a break?"

Perfect. I actually thought I could use that for an excuse to get out of the room. "OK. Want to go out to the lounge?"

Still, he didn't smile. "No. This is fine."

That's when he pushed the door closed behind him and locked it. I could have screamed, but I wasn't sure what the idiot had planned. The copier hummed behind me as he walked towards me.

"Let's take a break right here," he said. "Just a few minutes and I'll let you go."

We were close to the same height so it was fairly easy for him to rapidly grab the back of my head and cover my mouth with his. I tried to cry out more from surprise than anything else. But the pressure he put on me prevented it from happening.

When I quit struggling as much, he said, "Just relax. And don't scream. You'll be fine."

"Let me go, Tim," I said. "I want to leave."

"Not yet. I want to give you a chance to change your mind," Tim said while running his fingers over my hair. He had me pushed back against the copier and the presence of his body against mine became more evident.

He kissed me again. His tongue entered my mouth and I could feel his cock growing inside his shorts. I put my hands on the top of the copier to brace myself. He put his hands on my breasts.

I thought about the possibility of letting him touch me for a few minutes, then getting away. The door was so close. But I couldn't move.

Tim's hands were on the outside of my shirt, squeezing my tits and the bra that protected them. Then he lifted the shirt from my shorts and kissed me. I felt his hands on my stomach and waist. I felt them on my bra and the tops of my breasts.

Tim jerked on the bra straps and they fell down my arms. Within seconds he had the shirt pulled up and was putting his mouth on the exposed skin above the bra. I leaned back to get away, but couldn't move more than a few inches. With my shirt up by my neck, Tim pulled on one side of my bra and a breast was uncovered.

The feel of his mouth, lips and tongue on my nipple resulted in the usual jolts of pleasure shooting through my body. He sucked hard on as much tit as he could get into his mouth. He pulled the other side of my bra down and did the same to my other breast. My cunt reacted like it always did.

Tim told me to take off my shirt. With my plan still in mind, I did what he said. Thinking back now...which is always easy...that was my biggest mistake. I even kept the shirt in my hand, thinking I'd be putting it back on right away. I'd let this creep play with me for a while, then get out.

I ended up laying the shirt on the copier when he forced my bra straps down my arms. The bra fell to the top of my shorts and Tim continued sucking on my tits.

I made an urgent attempt to escape. But he held me by the waist as I spun around, not much closer to the door than when I started. He pushed me against a cabinet and unhooked my bra. I felt it ripped from my waist and heard it hit the floor. Now he was pressed against me from behind, his rigid cock on my ass.

"Calm down," he said, groping my breasts. "Let me see if you like this or not."

Tim's hand slipped inside my shorts.

"No. Please," I pleaded.

I knew what he'd find. I was afraid of what he'd say. His fingers were on top of my panties, on top of my pussy.

I heard his breathing change. "Traci, Traci, Traci. You DO like this."

I shook my head, but couldn't talk. In my mind I was saying "No", but no words came out.

"Let me see if you want more."

Tim's hand was inside my panties, moving past my clit and onto my pussy. A finger slid easily over the moist skin, then inside my cunt. When it came back out, he moved it up to my clit once more. I shivered at his touch.

"Good girl," he said. The more he touched me the more I fidgeted and the harder his cock seemed to get.

"Stop it, Tim," I finally said. Then a loud sigh followed as he reinserted a finger. My body was frozen in place as he played with me.

I came out of my brief trance when he unbuttoned my shorts. I pivoted back towards the copier with the intent of grabbing my shirt and running. But his hands never left me and he just moved along with me to the machine. He shoved me against it, causing me to almost double over. I felt him pull down the zipper.

I wished I had worn my cut-offs that were much tighter. Instead, this pair of shorts easily slid down my legs, stopping at my ankles. Before I could react, his hand was back inside my panties. This time he forcefully ran several fingers over my clit and pussy.

"God, Tim. Not in here." The words surprised me. Even I interpreted them as meaning anywhere else would be OK. I quickly added, "Stop."

"Relax, Traci. Here is fine. Nobody's coming."

His hand felt marvelous. Yet, I wanted out. I wanted my bra and shirt and shorts on. And his fingers played with me some more.

Tim pulled down my panties. I realized at that point that I would not be getting out of the room. It would take too long to dress. It meant Tim would have to stop. In my disoriented state of mind, another plan came to me.

"Tim. Stop. Let's go somewhere. Your office maybe."

He had his hands on my bare ass and his mouth next to my ear. "No. Traci. Let's do it here."

My panties joined my shorts around my ankles. I felt trapped in them. I lifted one foot to free it and somehow managed to do so with Tim pressed firmly against me. He must have taken this as a sign of submission as I heard his zipper open.

I didn't look back. I just felt him moving. Then I felt it—his hard cock was resting in the crack at the top of my ass.

"Spread your legs, Traci," Tim said softly.

"No. Don't," I urged him.

"Do it."

His hand was on top of my pussy, as if he knew that would cause me to act. I moved one leg about a foot to the side.

"More."

I moved again. He pulled my hips back towards him. I leaned on the copier with both hands.

His cock touched the outside of my pussy, then entered me. Just the head at first, then more. He was thick and hard. I was wet and he pushed again. I felt his entire shaft slide into me and I moaned.

Your mind can attempt to tell you that everything around you is wrong, but when your body feels something it likes it can make the mind forget a lot of things. Tim didn't know...nor cared...that I liked both men and women. But there are few toys that can duplicate a good cock. This awful man had a good cock.

He filled me with it over and over again, his fingers doing their magical thing on my clit and nipples. He knew every button to push.

My cunt filled with my own juices as he fucked me. He thrust his cock into me harder and faster.

"That's it, Traci. Cum for me."

I made a sound that was supposed to be an answer in the negative, but it was just a sound. The sound of a woman about to cum.

"Now. Cum now."

I held back a scream when I came. I pounded the copier and pushed against it with my hands. I moved my body from side to side, which only increased the feeling of his cock inside me. Tim pushed against me harder and I pressed back.




Traci's Diary: Week 03



I was shaking when I was done cumming. Little beads of sweat were on my forehead. I stood limp, letting Tim fuck me from behind.

He never said anything, just grunted and pulled his cock out. I heard him as he stroked it. Then I felt the warm cum on my ass and my back. It poured out and left several puddles on my body.

I heard his zipper and he moved away. A second later a paper towel was laying on my back. I reached back and wiped away what I could.

"You were great," Tim said on his way out.

I didn't report him. I wouldn't have known how to describe what happened...how I felt...what I did...why I did it. I just try to stay out of situations where it can happen again. But one never knows what those situations are.

Friday, January 28, 2005

On payday Fridays where I work, we get an hour and a half for lunch. That's normally more time than I need to eat and I'm not a big shopper. So I end up working a lot of times when I could be "lunching".

I wonder, sometimes, how other people spend that time. I wonder if people in the office that want to get together don't use that time to their advantage. Like a secretary and one of the female attorneys that want to be alone, but can't do it outside of work hours because the secretary is married.

I imagine the secretary going to the attorney's office and closing the door behind her. Their feelings for each other have been more and more obvious and little kisses have been exchanged. But today they both expect it...and want it...to go beyond that.

The secretary, Jennifer, is a thirty-two year old woman who has always been attracted to other women, but was afraid of offending her husband. She's cute, with light brown hair and dark eyes and a beautiful figure. She's kind of tall and weighs about 120. Her sweater highlights her firm breasts and her pants cling tightly to her little ass.

The attorney is Brooke. She's in her late twenties with blonde hair and hazel eyes. She's shorter than Jennifer, but equally thin and attractive. She normally wears skirts to highlight her legs, but Fridays are business casual days at the firm and she wears blouses and pants. Today she has on a thin, short sleeve blouse that she hopes Jennifer will like.

Brooke's office is not large, as she is a young associate. It has a desk and work area along one wall, with a couple of large chairs and bookshelves on the opposite side of the room. Jennifer sits in one of the chairs, crossing her legs and nervously opening the conversation.

The women agree they don't want to go anywhere. The tension builds until Brooke gets up and walks around the side of her desk. She crosses in front of Jennifer and locks the office door. The secretary catches herself staring at Brooke's ass.

Brooke moves behind Jennifer's chair and Jennifer strains to watch her. Brooke places her hands on Jennifer's shoulders and leans down.

"Let's stay here," Brooke whispers into Jennifer's ear. "And play."

The attorney lowers her hands down the front of Jennifer's sweater until they reach the top of her breasts. She kisses Jennifer's ear. Licks it. And cups the secretary's breasts in her palms.

Jennifer never answers Brooke. Even her breathing catches in her throat as she experiences, for the first time, the touch of another woman. Brooke kisses Jennifer's neck and pulls the hair aside to gently lick the skin. She can feel the thin bra that covers the secretary's breasts...and she wants to see it.

Jennifer watches as her sweater is lifted and her breasts are revealed. Brooke puts her hands on the exposed skin above the bra, then slides her fingers onto the breasts themselves. The fingers vanish under the bra and find the increasingly tender nipples underneath.

The secretary shivers at the initial touch. When Brooke squeezes each nipple she can feel it throughout her body. She's afraid of how her body is reacting already to Brooke's feeling her.

The attorney takes her hands off the breasts and pulls Jennifer's sweater over her head. She lays it on the floor and walks around in front of Jennifer. The secretary looks shyly up at the younger woman, very aware of her partly undressed state.

Brooke moves so that she is standing between Jennifer's legs. She puts her hands on the arms of the chair and leans down. Her lips meet Jennifer's and they begin a long, passionate kiss. Midway through, Brooke once again touches one of Jennifer's breasts and squeezes it.

When the kiss ends, Brooke calmly pulls down the straps of Jennifer's bra, letting them rest on the secretary's elbows. She then lowers the bra off the woman's breasts.

Brooke has done this before with other women, but the thrill never leaves her. And knowing that this is probably Jennifer's first time adds to the excitement. Above and beyond all that, the breasts she is looking at now are just beautiful.

Jennifer can feel her body begin to shake with anxiety as Brooke kneels in front of her, about to take a breast into her mouth. She tries to anticipate what it will feel like. Then Brooke's lips are on her nipple...and her tongue...and finally her entire mouth is wrapped around the tip of Jennifer's breast.

The secretary could not have imagined how wonderful it would feel. The warmth of Brooke's mouth on her skin eases her unsteadiness. It gives her an overwhelming sense of comfort and delight.

Jennifer feels Brooke's hands reach behind her and unhook her bra. While still sucking and licking the breast, Brooke pulls off the bra and drops it to the floor.

Jennifer puts her hand on the back of Brooke's head and pulls her closer. She never wants the attorney to take her mouth off her body. Then she does something she never thought herself capable of...she puts her own hand on Brooke's breast.

The attorney's thin blouse feels nice to the touch. Jennifer lets her fingers press harder until she feels the outline of a bra, and under that the softness of a breast. Brooke licks harder and Jennifer responds by massaging the breast more energetically.

Brooke pulls back from Jennifer's body. She presses on the outside of Jennifer's knees until her legs come together. Then Brooke straddles the other woman's legs and sits on them. Jennifer smiles and Brooke begins to unbutton her blouse.

The smile on Jennifer's face turns into a serious gaze at the front of the attorney's body. Each newly opened button reveals more of Brooke's bra and chest. When she reaches the bottom of the shirt, Brooke pulls it out of her pants and lets it lay open for a second.

Jennifer takes the opportunity to touch Brooke's breasts and stomach. She loves the feel of the young woman's skin, enough to give her the courage to slide the blouse off Brooke's shoulders and down her arms. The blouse joins the other clothes piling up on the floor.

Brooke doesn't wait long to reach behind her and unhook her bra. She slowly lowers the bra and exposes her breasts to the lovely woman she's with.

Jennifer is hesitant at first. She knows that if she continues, her entire life could change. But she has wanted this for so long—thought about this for so long—convinced herself it was all right. She can't resist.

Her hands trace the outside of Brooke's ample breasts before resting on them...and then engulfing them. She presses the flesh against Brooke's chest and manipulates the mounds like putty. Jennifer is captivated by them.

The attorney lets her play for a minute before leaning forward and allowing Jennifer to have her first taste of a woman's breast. So many thoughts go through Jennifer's mind that, at first, she hardly knows what she's doing. It doesn't seem right, but the feel of Brooke's nipple against her tongue tells her it's perfect.

Jennifer hugs the younger woman's body, embracing her while licking each nipple over and over again. Only now does Jennifer recognize the wetness between her legs and the tingling in her pussy. If she were home, she'd be wishing her husband would fill her with his large cock. She doesn't know what to wish for in Brooke's office.

As if sensing Jennifer's increased desire, Brooke reaches down and opens the button on Jennifer's pants. This causes the secretary to lean back and watch as Brooke unzips her and backs off of her legs, tugging on Jennifer's pants as she goes. Jennifer sees her panties appear, then her bare thighs and knees. Soon, her pants and shoes are on the floor.

Sitting now in nothing but her panties, Jennifer is hornier than she's ever been before...and perhaps more nervous. It gets worse as Brooke runs her fingers up the inside of Jennifer's thighs all the way to the bottom of her panties.

"Can I keep going?" Brooke asks.

Jennifer is delighted with the fact the attorney asks her the question. She will die if she doesn't keep going. "Oh, God. Yes."

Quickly, Brooke's hands are on top of Jennifer's panties, feeling for the woman's pussy and clit. Jennifer squirms in her chair as Brooke finds her targets.

Jennifer's eyes are closed but she feels her panties being pulled down. She looks just in time to see them pulled over her feet. She's naked. With a beautiful young woman. In an office. And she want to cum so badly she can taste it.

Brooke stands up and Jennifer is unsure what's going to happen next. To her great surprise, Brooke begins to take off her own pants and panties. Jennifer is tempted to touch her clit from the excitement of the scene in front of her, but she holds back. If she only knew that Brooke was wishing the woman would play with herself while she stripped.

Once she's naked, Brooke takes her place between Jennifer's legs again. Now the secretary has a good idea what's coming. She spreads her legs. She prays for Brooke to touch her...lick her.

Brooke does. The first time her tongue touches Jennifer's clit, the older woman flinches. Nobody has ever done that to her and the sensation is more incredible than she could dream.  

Brooke puts her hands under Jennifer's thighs and under her ass. She lifts the woman so that she can more easily get to her pussy and clit. Then, for several minutes, she attacks the secretary with her lips and tongue.

Jennifer holds onto the chair before grabbing Brooke by the back of her head. Holding her in place tightly, she begins to cum with short, little screeches of delight. She thrusts her hips toward Brooke's face. She feels her clit being sucked and licked. She feels her juices seeping out of her cunt, only to be gathered by Brooke's tongue and drug up to her clit. She cums a second time.

When she's done, she slumps in the chair and Brooke sucks on her breasts. They kiss and Jennifer gets her first taste of her own juices.

They end up on the floor and Jennifer does her best to duplicate what was just done to her. Brooke gives a few suggestions as they go, but finds that Jennifer is quite good at it. Brooke cums quickly. Jennifer wants to learn more...and do more...and receive more. Many more days...and eventually nights...will go into her training.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

I love Saturdays. Especially when I'm alone in the morning and I'm laying in my bed in just my panties. I like to run my hand over the outside of them, feeling for my clit. I love the feel of the material against my skin.

My pussy is wet in a matter of seconds and I have to put my hand on it. I reach inside the panties and rub my clit for just a while before moving down and inserting a finger into my cunt. Now I'm too horny to ignore it and I pull my panties off, throwing them aside from under the covers.

I think about a guy or a girl I'd like to have in bed with me. I think about them stripping for me while I play with myself. My finger pumps in and out of my cunt before going back up and rubbing my clit some more.

My knees are bent and I have my legs pulled up a little so my feet are flat on the bed. I spread my legs and let my hand explore my pussy. When it feels like I want to cum, I roll onto my side and daydream. I might play with my nipples while I think about being fucked.

Eventually, I have to touch my clit again and build back towards an orgasm. I get closer this time. Then I roll over and imagine a beautiful woman playing with my ass; rubbing her nipple against it; her hand between my legs. She's a pretty young woman...sometimes a girl. Sometimes a girl that's too young.

I roll onto my back and almost cum one more time before getting out of bed. Naked, I go into the bathroom and get the shower ready. I step in and let the water cover my body. I concentrate on my breasts, knowing I'll be at my pussy soon enough.

I wash my hair first. When I'm rinsing it I feel the soapy water flowing between my legs. I touch my clit. It's slippery and aching to be rubbed until I cum. Not yet.

I use a bath sponge to wash myself, covering my entire body with thick lather before putting the sponge down and using my hands to caress my tits and rub between my legs. I almost cum with my finger in my cunt before I can turn around and rinse off.

When I step out of the shower I feel like I could cum by just looking at my clit. But I take a towel and begin drying. I feel it on my nipples and I squeeze my tits against my chest. I do my legs last, moving up at the end of finally drying my pussy. The soft towel presses against my clit until I throw it aside and lean against the sink. With my other hand I rub my clit hard and fast. I bend over and start to cum.

I scream out in the empty bathroom and alternate between rubbing my clit and plunging a finger into my cunt. I hear myself groan but pay too much attention to my aching clit to worry about what I sound like. My body tells me to keep going. I manage to stand up enough to play with a nipple while making myself cum some more. I lean down again and pretend I'm being raped from behind. My orgasm won't stop.

I feel my tits hang down from my chest and bounce in rhythm with my hips. I can't take my hand away from my clit. I cum again...until it hurts. I put both hands on the sink to hold me up.

I love Saturdays.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Wow. There's a lot of talk right now about the independent film called Hard Candy. It's about an older man who meets an underage girl on the Internet and then agrees to meet her at a coffee shop. They go back to his place and it gets real ugly after that.

I suppose that stuff goes on every day (maybe not the stuff in the movie, but older guys and younger girls meeting on the Internet). It's sad. I have some pretty weird thoughts every now and then but I'd never do what I've heard they do in that movie. Gross.

The closest I've ever come to that was last summer when I had a chance to go out with a boy who was eighteen. I'm in my mid-twenties. His name was Ryan and I met him while running at my favorite park.

He was really cute—not too tall, neat hair and a great body. I'd seen him a couple times while running. He ran a lot with his shirt off and I loved it. It got so bad I actually wore a tighter top and shorter shorts a couple times hoping he was there.

One time it worked. We saw each other at the beginning of the trail while I was stretching. He was ending his run...I thought. We talked for a minute, then he asked me if he could join me. I thought it was cute and, of course, I said "Yes".

He had graduated from high school and was ready to enter a little college near here called Otterbein in the Fall. He said he ran track and I believed him. He seemed like the type that wouldn't know how to lie if he had to.

Ryan never tried to impress me. I think he just liked me. We laughed a lot. It was kind of neat feeling like the mature one for a change. So often I played the innocent little girl. I thought about how great it would be to teach him about sex. I had the impression during that first run that it would be his first time. Maybe I was wrong.

I ran my normal four miles with Ryan next to me and we said "Goodbye" at the end without any problems. We said we'd see each other again. If we only knew.

The next time I saw Ryan was about a week later. He saw me about half way through my run and stayed with me the rest of the way. The discussion was a little more personal this time as we had covered much of our short personal histories the week before. I managed to find out he wasn't dating. At the end of the trail, with sweat pouring down both of us, I calmly asked Ryan if he wanted to have dinner with me.

He looked surprised and excited. I could tell he was debating how quickly to answer. He said, "Sure. Where?"

"How about if I make something at my place?"

He was nervous now. "OK."

It was the sweetest thing. I think he had no clue what to do next. "Do you know where Spring Park Place is?" I asked him.

"Sure. I've been there."

"225. At 7 tonight. OK?" I said.

"225 Spring Park Place. At 7. I'll be there," he said.

We went to our cars, each of us a little anxious. But smiling.

This was my party and I was going to have fun. I must have pulled out ten tops looking for the right one. I finally settled on a soft little sleeveless shirt that had a couple buttons at the top and hung nicely against my tits. I left the buttons open and, of course, chose not to wear a bra.

My shorts were good and tight. He'd seen me in loose running shorts too often. It was time to go to the other extreme.

Ryan showed up almost right on time, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. They were probably a step above what he normally wore, but not dressy by any means. He looked nice.

I welcomed him in and led him to the family room. Our small talk was a little awkward at first, mainly because I was more nervous than I thought I would be. I was finding Ryan more and more fun to be around, and certainly I was attracted to him. So much so that I almost forgot to tease him like I had planned.

But we got more comfortable with each other and I offered to get him a soda. If he was mad I didn't give him a beer I wasn't going to worry about it. I try not to get people drunk at my place until I know how they handle alcohol. Besides, I wanted him completely sober if we did anything.

He might have been expecting some fancy dinner around a table, but I had made a homemade pizza instead and served it with us sitting around the coffee table in the family room. I thought he'd enjoy that more and it certainly was a lot more relaxing.

I gave him ample opportunity to watch me leaning over, exposing plenty of cleavage. Eventually, I sat on the couch next to him and made sure he got a good close-up of my butt when I stood up. If it didn't make him horny, it did me.

"Have you ever gone out with anyone as old as me?" I asked him.

"You aren't old," he said.

I laughed. "I didn't say old. I said as old as me. Somebody almost ten years older than you."

"No. I haven't," he admitted. He said it in a way that sounded like he hoped the answer wouldn't make me throw him out.

"What kind of girls do you like?"

I could tell he was uncomfortable with the line of questioning and that made more intent on taking it further.

"Oh. I don't know," he said between drinks. "I don't go out much."

"You're lying," I said.

"No. I don't. I'm pretty old-fashioned, I guess, and a lot of the girls at school are too wild for me," he said.

"Are there any teachers you'd want to date?" I wanted him thinking about older women again.

He looked at me and laughed. "Are you kidding? Of course."

"Name one."

"No way. You probably know them all, or something," he said.

After a short pause, I said, "So you like older women."

Ryan tilted his head and gazed at me intently. "Yeah. Maybe I do. Is that OK?"

I shrugged innocently. "It's fine with me. I just want you to like ME."

"I do," he said. "Or I wouldn't be here."

"Then kiss me." I was through teasing.

Ryan moved over on the couch until we could touch. I didn't help him at all. I wanted him to come to me.




Traci's Diary: Week 03



He put his hand on my leg and leaned far enough to kiss me. Shivers went through me when his hand touched my thigh. When it felt like he was going to lean back, I pressed harder against his mouth and we continued kissing. Pretty soon I was holding him by the back of his head.

He never touched me anywhere except on the leg, which disappointed me a little. When the kiss ended, he said, "Not bad for an old woman."

"Ryan," I cried out in mock disgust. "Don't make me show you what somebody my age can do."

He smiled. "Go ahead. Show me."

This time I moved closer to him. Our bodies were touching. I put my hand on his crotch and whispered in his ear, "I can make you harder than you've ever been before." I kissed his neck and moved my hand over his cock. I pushed against him until he fell backwards, my body going right with him.

I moved far enough to the side so that my hand could continue stroking his cock through his shorts. It was clearly harder now and straining against the material. Our lips met and I reached inside his shorts.

Ryan's cock was warm to the touch as I pulled it up until it pointed at his stomach. Not quite erect, I could still feel it throb. I was already impressed with his size.

I broke the kiss long enough to watch as I unsnapped and unzipped Ryan's shorts. I could see that he had briefs on underneath.

"Take off your shorts, Ryan," I told him.

I rolled off and laid next to him while he reached down and removed his shoes and shorts. When he laid back down I ran my palm over the bulge in his underwear. He was much harder.

I kissed him quickly and stood up next to the couch. Ryan was on his side, watching me without any expression on his face. I pulled off each of my shoes, then put my hands inside the bottom of my shirt. I reached up and cupped my breasts, closing my eyes as I played with the nipples.

Then I pulled the shirt up and lifted it over my head. I saw Ryan's eyes lock onto my breasts while I dropped the shirt. I ran my hands over them. The nipples ached for more attention.

I opened my shorts and pushed them down my legs. A small, red thong barely covered my pussy. I moved a little to the side when I kicked off the shorts, allowing just a glimpse at the side of my ass.

I stood in front of the boy for a few seconds.

"Let me see your cock, Ryan," I said calmly.

Without much hesitation, he put his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and lowered them until his thick cock was revealed. He looked up at me, as if for a clue as to what to do next, but I just smiled back at him.

"Not bad for a young kid," I said.

He let the underwear cover himself back up again after making some sound of revolt.

"No," I demanded. "I want to see it."

This time he lowered the briefs and let them rest on his legs, the throbbing cock fully in view. I ran fingers over my pussy, pushing the material of my thong into the crack of my cunt. After touching my clit, I slowly started to remove my underwear. My eyes never left Ryan's cock and his eyes never left my pussy.

Once I was naked, I stepped towards the couch and pulled off Ryan's briefs. I refrained from touching his cock, but I desperately wanted to.

"Sit up," I told him. He quickly obeyed.

I pulled off his shirt. His face was just inches from my chest. I leaned over just enough for him to put his mouth on one of my breasts.

The boy's hands reached around me as he gently licked, then sucked, my breast. A moment later he did the same to the other breast. My entire body could feel the result of his tongue stabbing at my nipples and his mouth around my tits.

I was thrilled to feel his hands move down my back and rest on my ass. His fingers squeezed me tenderly. I could feel the wetness build in my pussy.

I looked down and saw Ryan's cock sticking straight up. It was possibly the biggest, hardest cock I'd ever seen. I knew then that I had to have him inside me.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back. He slumped against the back of the couch, his hands at his side and his cock pointing up at me. I certainly didn't need to make him any harder, but I wanted that cock in my mouth.

I knelt down and put it in my hand, kissing the tip lightly. Then I licked the cock from the base to the tip before wrapping my lips around it and sucking. It felt huge. It WAS huge.

My cunt screamed for attention so I stood back up. Then I put my knees on the couch, straddling the boy's lap. I reached down and placed Ryan's cock at the entrance to my cunt. This was going to be great, I thought to myself.

I gradually lowered my body until I felt him entering me. The tip was easy, but as soon as the shaft of his cock began to push inside me I could feel the sides of my cunt reach their limits. The next few seconds were pure heaven. I'd never felt anything like it. When he was finally all the way in, I was afraid to move. I didn't want to lose that feeling.

But as he began pumping the cock up and down and I felt it filling my body, whole new sensations took over. Soon, all I wanted to do was make this boy as happy as he was making me.

Ryan put his hands on my ass again. He watched my tits sway up and down with our movements. I pulled his head to me and he sucked my tits once more.

When he was done I leaned back and let him watch me play with my clit. I was ready to cum.

"That's it, Ryan. Fuck me. Make me cum," I said.

I rubbed harder and felt an orgasm about to start.

"C'mon, Traci," Ryan said.

"Yes. Yes," I screamed.

I heard his legs hitting against my ass as I started to cum. I felt his cock deep inside me. My entire body shook from the built-up excitement of the evening. I came long and loud. I begged him to keep fucking me while my orgasm continued on and on.

Ryan held me by the ass the entire time, gripping tightly but not hurting me. I rubbed my clit some more when my orgasm died down, and I managed to shudder a few more times at the end of the orgasm.

That was when I heard Ryan grunt and feel the first liquid spew from his cock. He grabbed my tits and began to cum.

"Yes, Ryan. C'mon," I said. "Cum inside me."

He moaned and grunted with each thrust of his cock. Cum poured out of it and he slid easily in and out of my cunt. His fingers wrapped tightly around my breasts.

"Keep going. Keep fucking me," I urged him.

He thrust harder. I thought his cock would burst through my insides, but it felt great. I rode him as well as I could, squeezing him with my cunt.

He seemed to cum forever. Then I felt him getting softer and his actions slow. I fell forward into his arms and his limp cock slipped out of me.

"Oh, my God," I said softly. "That was great."

Ryan was quiet. Then he said, "Not bad."

We laughed and collapsed onto our sides. We would fuck again that evening. It wasn't bad, either.

Monday, January 31, 2005

I need to quit going to the athletic club. I come out of there so horny I can't stand it. There are a lot of cute young women that go to my club, all of whom have the cutest little butts. I do the treadmills. Not because I like to walk or run that much, but I can watch more butts on the treadmills.

In the winter you get a lot of long sweats. But every now and then you get the little running shorts that give you a pretty good idea of what the ass would like uncovered. And if you don't have to see the girl's face, she can be ugly and you can still enjoy a great ass.

Am I the only one that looks at girls asses in the gym? Geez. I hope not.

Then there's the showers. Why do only the fat chicks take showers in there? I want to stare at a naked babe for a minute or two. Is that too much to ask?

Actually, I want to feel their clit in my mouth and their ass in my hand while I make them cum. I want to hear them scream and watch their body squirm when they are done and I won't let them go.

I need a private gym at home. I need a treadmill so that I can run on it naked with a beautiful, young babe watching me. She's naked too and using one of my favorite dildos while I exercise.

She brings herself close to cumming, then stops and watches me some more. She plays with her tits before starting to fuck herself again with my toy. Each time she gets closer.

Finally, she cries out as she cums. I watch her hips rise and fall, the dildo disappearing deeper into her cunt. I keep running, my tits and ass bouncing for her viewing pleasure. She's still cumming a minute later.

When it gets quiet and she's slouched down in the couch, I get off the machine and walk over to her. I get on the couch and place my pussy over her face. She eats me until I cum, my juices flowing onto her face.

We take a shower after that and go into the bedroom. It's time to exercise together.



Traci's Orientation



Traci and her parents arrived for the two-day college orientation session early in the morning of the first day. Their first stop was to the dorm where they would be staying overnight. They would be in adjoining rooms-Traci's parents in one room and Traci and another incoming freshman girl in the other. The rooms were connected by a door that could be opened to form a suite of rooms.

The dorm supervisor this summer was a 24-year-old grad student named Matt. He had planned for this day for weeks in advance. All he needed now was the right combination of female students and parents. He needed to control room assignments, so he had volunteered to man the reception desk.

18-year-old Traci and her attractive parents were among the first to arrive, so Matt was a little hesitant to assume right off that they would make the best victims of his plan. But as the morning wore on, he was convinced he had concluded correctly that he couldn't do much better.

For Traci's roommate, he had chosen a 19-year-old brunette babe named Jill. He wouldn't need Jill's parents, which worked out well since only her mother accompanied her.

Everyone had met each other outside their rooms during the morning before leaving for the first activity of the day. Traci's 39-year-old father, John, couldn't help but give an extended gaze at Jill's athletic, curvy figure while his 37-year-old wife, Carol, couldn't help but notice his staring. She was used to his roving eyes, as long as he didn't touch.

It was well after dark before Traci, Jill and Traci's parents were back in their rooms. Security cameras on each floor allowed Matt to monitor their comings and goings from his office. With a small video camera in one hand and an impressively large hunting knife hidden in his back pocket, Matt knocked on Traci and Jill's door.

When the door opened, he stepped into the room quickly and asked the girls if they wanted to attend a party for dorm residents only. They accepted the invitation and Matt suggested they advise Traci's parents of where they would be going. Matt pushed the door closed behind them.

Traci walked over to the connecting door, followed by Jill and Matt. The door opened shortly after Traci knocked and she began telling her parents their plans. While this was happening, Matt withdrew the knife from his back pocket and stuck the tip gently in Jill's back. The girl jumped in surprise.

"Go into the room," Matt said firmly.

The two girls turned to look at Matt. He pulled the knife away from Jill's back to let everyone see it.

"Get in the room," he said with authority.

Traci's mother gasped as the girls walked ahead. When they were inside the adults' room, Matt closed the door. He placed the point of the knife inches from Traci's neck.

"If anyone screams, she dies," he said. The room fell silent, except for the sound of excited breathing. "Sit down on the beds."

The room consisted of beds on either side of the room, a table and chairs under the window at one end, dressers and two study areas nearer the door leading to the hall. Traci's parents sat on the bed opposite where the others had entered. Traci and Jill sat opposite them. Matt placed the video camera on a dresser and faced the other four.

"Welcome to your orientation. Tonight you're going to get a taste of college life," Matt said. "We're going to videotape this so you won't report what happens. I doubt that any of you would want to risk the girls' future by forcing me to send copies to school officials, the media and your hometown neighbors."

Matt let the threat sink in. Undoubtedly, each person in the room was picturing in their mind what he had in store for them. None of them probably anticipated what would soon become reality.

"Dad, why don't you stand up," Matt said to Traci's father. John had a very average body in height and weight, but the tan, muscular legs extending out of his shorts indicated he either ran or cycled for exercise. He stood just in front of where he sat.

Matt looked at Jill. "Stand up," he said. "Take off his clothes." Matt pointed the knife at John. With those instructions, Matt reached for the camera on the dresser, aimed it at the foursome and turned it on.

"You'll be happy to hear that the sound has been disconnected, so nobody will hear anything we say," Matt explained.

Jill had not made any movement toward Traci's father, so Matt repeated his demand to her. Slowly she took a couple steps forward and stood directly in front of John. Jill was about 5 feet 6 inches tall and was about a head shorter than John. When she lifted his t-shirt over his head, she was easily able to pull it up over his outstretched arms. John had a flat stomach with well-defined abs.

Jill timidly reached for the button on his shorts. Her hands plainly shook as she unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts. They easily slid over John's slender hips and Jill let them fall to the floor. John kicked them off and Jill bent down to remove his sneakers. When she stood back up, she looked at Matt.

"Keep going," is all he said.

Jill put her thumbs inside his boxers and lowered them nervously. She slid them down his legs. John stepped out of one side, then the other. His cock was thick, even though it lay limp between his legs. Matt noticed Traci and her mom both looking at the man's cock, before they looked again at Jill as if embarrassed.

"Good job," Matt said. He looked at Jill. "You may be seated." As Jill moved back to the bed, Matt caught Traci's eye. "Stand up, babe. I want your father to have the pleasure of undressing you."

"No, please," Traci cried softly.

"Yes," Matt said. "You'll thank me later."

Traci stood several feet in front of her naked father. Matt urged him to get started and he stepped forward. He put both hands around the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up, exposing Traci's thin white bra. He pulled the shirt over her head. Traci's shoulder length blonde hair fell neatly back in place as he removed her shirt. She was tall and thin, but her breasts were more than ample for her age.

John removed his daughter's shorts and Traci kicked off her sandals. Traci's long legs were perfectly shaped and ended at hips that quickly narrowed to a thin waist. She had on a pair of light blue high cut panties that showed just a trace of the outline of her pussy lips through the material. Her father told her to turn around and he unhooked her bra. With her facing away from him, he lowered the bra straps down her arms and laid it aside. She nervously folded her arms over her chest.

John proceeded to pull down her panties, revealing a tantalizingly small, round ass. Faint tan lines only accentuated the softness of the skin around her crack.

"Turn around," Matt told Traci.

With arms still crossed, she turned to face her father.

"Put your arms down. You certainly shouldn't be ashamed of those tits," Matt said. "Go ahead, Dad, feel them for us."

John looked at Matt disapprovingly, but obeyed without comment. His hands engulfed the girl's soft breasts and he kneaded them softly.

"Now reach behind her and feel her ass. It looks great from here," Matt instructed.

John did as he was told, once again gently caressing the girl's supple skin. His cock was now beginning to enlarge somewhat, especially after making contact with Traci's bare skin while reaching behind her. When her breasts lightly touched his chest, they separated and he awkwardly tried to keep his hands on her ass.

Matt allowed John to let go of his daughter, but instructed Traci to stroke her father's cock. Her small hand wrapped around it and didn't move. After a few seconds, she moved her palm up and down the shaft. Instantly, the cock began to grow until a couple inches of it was visible outside the girl's hand. It stood straight out from his body and the tip turned a light red.

Matt was now ready to get down to the real business he had planned so long for.

"You other ladies stand up," he told Jill and Carol. "I want you to strip for us. I think Dad wants to see more of you." Matt looked at Jill and smiled.

Jill and Carol moved so they had room to begin undressing while John and Traci stood nearby. Traci still held her Dad's hardening cock in her hand.

Matt told John to turn so he was facing Jill and Carol. "Now put his cock in your mouth," he said to Traci. "I trust you know what to do after that."

"I can't," she whined.

"Don't make me tell you the alternatives," Matt said.

She bent her knees and placed her face in front of John's cock. The other women had stopped to listen to Matt's instructions to Traci, but now began stripping. Traci held her father's cock with one hand and delicately put her lips around the tip. Carol and Jill stood in their underwear. Each one unhooked their bra and slid it off. Traci bobbed her head up and down John's thick shaft, moving to her knees on the floor. The other two women took off their panties.

Carol had an incredibly sexy body for her age. Although shorter than Traci, Carol had fuller breasts, curvier hips and an abundant ass. Light brown, neatly trimmed hair surrounded her pussy. Jill was even more attractive naked than Matt imagined. Her long brown hair flowed onto the tops of her breasts. A little waist moved down to smooth hips and a shaven pussy with just a strip of hair above her clit. Her stomach was flat and her ass nicely rounded.

Matt could see that John was now fully erect as Traci's mouth worked on it. Matt's own cock was pressing hard against the inside of his shorts. He told John and Traci to move to the bed nearest them. John's erect cock pointed almost straight up and swayed as he stepped to the bed.

"Go ahead and lay down," Matt told Traci. When she was on the bed, he told John, "I want you to cum. I don't care if it's in her or on her, but you're going to cum. Now get on top of her and start fucking."

The man moved onto the bed and hovered over his daughter's gorgeous body. He kneeled between her legs and hesitated.

"Put it in her," Matt said sternly. "You know you want to."

John lowered his body and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. It was a massive, thick piece of red flesh and would no doubt stretch the 18-year-old girl's cunt to the limit. It would also probably give her the greatest thrill of her young life.

The tip of the cock disappeared between the folds of Traci's pussy lips. As this happened, Matt instructed Carol to lie down on the other bed and for Jill to join her.

"You're going to make her have the best orgasm she's ever had," he told Jill. "You can begin by working on those tits, then move down to her pussy. You'll know when to stop."

Jill reluctantly moved on top of Carol and placed her hand at the base of the woman's left tit. She pushed it upward while moving her mouth to the nipple. The pink tip and surrounding flesh disappeared into the younger girl's mouth.

Traci's father, meanwhile, had inserted his large cock into her tight hole. His initial shame was being overcome by the extreme pleasure he felt. The girl was getting wetter by the minute and his thrusts were increasing in speed and frequency.

Traci's breasts rolled back and forth like thick Jello on her chest. She lifted her legs so her thighs wrapped around John's waist. His hands moved under her ass to pull her even closer and he squeezed the tender skin.

Jill had licked and sucked on Carol's tits until the nipples were hard and red. She awkwardly moved down and placed her head between the older woman's thighs. Carol's legs were beautifully shaped and her inner thighs were smooth and soft. She spread her legs slightly so Jill could get her face closer to her pussy.

Jill ran her tongue lightly over the outer lips of Carol's pussy and up to her clit. She repeated this a couple more times and Carol closed her eyes. Her legs spread farther apart and her hands clutched at the sides of the bed.

On the other side of the room, Traci was moaning quietly as her father continued to fuck her. She grimaced as he rammed his cock into her, but she continued moaning and began thrusting her hips upward to coincide with his movements. A couple minutes later she was arching her back off the bed and holding onto the backs of her thighs. John lifted her higher. His balls fell against her ass each time he entered her.

"Aahhhh, ooooohh, no, no," she groaned. "No, stop, ungh, ungh."

Her father didn't stop. And Traci's moans filled the room.

"There. Now. Yes, yes," she gasped.

She shrieked as the first wave of her orgasm erupted through her body. Violently she pushed up against John's body again and again. Unrecognizable sounds came from her as she climaxed.

Her father couldn't hold back any longer. With a sudden grunt, he thrust into her, forcing her onto the bed. She held the sheets firmly as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into her. His raised his head, eyes closed, then plunged his cock into her little pussy half a dozen more times. Cum dripped down the inside of her leg as he continued spilling sperm inside her.

Traci's mother did not watch, but certainly heard, all that was happening in the other bed. It could not, however, take her mind away from the incredible feeling overcoming her from Jill's attention to her pussy and clit. When she heard John's familiar cries of orgasm, she instinctively wanted to cum. As he was finishing, she began. Her cries of pleasure and frantic movements made Jill hang onto Carol's hips. Jill forced her mouth tightly over Carol's clit and licked faster. Carol came often and hard. She rocked back and forth, occasionally rising off the bed to get her pussy closer to Jill's face.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she cried. "There, yes."

As John collapsed onto his daughter's body--his limp cock falling out of Traci's cunt--Carol was caressing the back of Jill's head. Finally, Carol's orgasm subsided and she lay on the bed motionless, except for the erratic breathing that caused her tits to rise and fall.

Matt was extremely horny from watching and listening to the two pairs of "victims". His cock was urgently trying to escape from the confines of his shorts. He kicked off his shoes, then took off his shirt and shorts. Left only in his boxers with a noticeable bulge in the front, he ordered Jill to stand.

"Move over by the desk and put your hands on top of it," he said, pointing to the desk under the window between the two beds. She placed her hands as told, bending slightly at the waist.

Matt removed his boxers, allowing his erect cock to spring upward. He moved directly behind Jill, put his hands on her hips and pulled her backward.

"Spread your legs," he said.

Jill's legs separated a little more. Her flawless ass pointed straight out, curving erotically down to her thighs. Matt could see her pink, moist cunt clearly. She was shaven except for a patch near the clit. He let his cock rest on the top of her ass.

Traci, her father and mother watched from their beds as Matt reached under Jill and put his hands on her tits. He squeezed the nipples hard and Jill flinched.

"Put me inside you," he said calmly.

He backed away slightly to allow his cock to slide between her legs. She did not hesitate to grab it with her left hand and place it at the opening to her cunt. Putting her hand back down on the tabletop, Jill steadied herself as Matt pushed. His cock slid in easily. When his abdomen was firmly against her ass, he stopped and enjoyed the feeling. He withdrew to the tip and entered her again. This time Jill moaned. Matt began a rhythmic pumping and the sound of their skin hitting against each other was heard.

"Play with yourself," he told her. "Make yourself cum."

She reached between her legs and put a finger on her clit. Slowly at first, she massaged it. Soon she was pressing it hard with two fingers, sometimes moving her hand down her pussy and back up to gain moisture.

Matt knew it wouldn't take him long to cum, but he wanted desperately for Jill to also cum. He stopped deep inside her and let her manipulate her clit some more before pulling half way out and continuing. Her body quivered as he squeezed her nipples again. She was close.

But, he couldn't wait any longer and groaned loudly as he came. He felt the cum flow up from his balls and spurt out of his cock. He put his hands on the front of her legs and pulled her back to him roughly. Twice more he plunged his cock into her and shot heavy loads.

Jill came with abrupt suddenness and fervor. Her body shook as she and Matt climaxed together. Their sounds of gratification mixed into one big cry. Jill's hand worked her clit feverishly after Matt stood motionless, his cock barely inside her dripping cunt. Eventually, she too was satisfied and could cum no more.

Before leaving the room, Matt grabbed the camera, repeating his threat of disclosure. None of the others had even reached for clothes. Matt smiled and wondered how long it would take before Jill's mother was asked to join the occupants of that room. 



Traci's Revenge



(Author's Note: Thank you, Steve, for the support and inspiration. Remember: you promised the first one would go over my head!)

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"Ah, Traci, you are SO sweet," Amber said with her normal engaging smile. She opened the neatly wrapped gift and removed the colorful bottle inside. Amber held it up and peered at the label.

"Oh, wow. I LOVE this stuff," she said, opening the cap and smelling the bubble bath.

"Well, you did a lot for me during the year. I really appreciate it," Traci told her co-worker as they hugged.

The girls worked in a large company—Traci as a new computer techie and Amber as an executive secretary, or administrative assistant as the company liked to call it.

Traci was 23, well liked by nearly everybody in the building and a good computer troubleshooter. The most common description employees used for the "new girl" was "cute." If she had detractors, they were the older women who may not have approved of her tight sweaters, loose fitting blouses or short skirts.

On the other hand, men of all ages in the company seemed to have no problem with the young girl and her shoulder length blonde hair, nice tits and tight ass. Welcome to the corporate world, Traci.

Never at a loss for drop-in friends at her desk, Traci was rarely bored at work. Her energy and openly friendly attitude gained her instant credibility.

When she returned to her desk after visiting Amber, she saw the message light on her phone blinking. She listened to the message and sighed.

"Oh, geez. Not Simmons again," she mumbled. "Moron."

Traci headed back out the door and down the hall to the executive offices. Mike Simmons, VP for Marketing, was a fifty-something, balding, rotund gentleman of questionable morals. As with all VPs, he had been promoted from a manager's position and now held a position beyond his actual capabilities. With eyes toward promotion, he would be lucky to last another year as VP. Traci and the rest of the building had come to learn that his administrative assistant, Kelli, in fact, ran the department.

As Traci approached Kelli's desk, the AA offered a knowing, evil smile. Traci stuck her tongue out at Kelli and knocked on Simmons' door. When the obligatory "Come in" was uttered, Traci entered, dreadfully closing the door behind her.

"Hi, Traci," the VP offered, swinging around in his chair to face her. "It's my PC again. I can't access the database from last year."

"OK. Let me have a look at it," Traci said as positively as she could.

"Here, sit down," Simmons said, rising from his chair.

If Traci had any guts, she would have declined. But then, it was all a matter of choice. Not sit down, lean over the PC and offer him a look at the back of her thighs under the short denim skirt. Or, sit down and let him gawk down her blouse.

She sat.

As usual, the man took up station behind the chair. Traci began combing the files and adjusting network rights and permissions. Meanwhile, Simmons watched the top of the girl's breasts appear, then hide again, inside her thin blouse. Quick glimpses of her black bra were considered a bonus.

Traci could feel the eyes boring down on her. She crossed her legs, causing the skirt to ride higher. "Damn it, that was dumb," she thought to herself. "Wasn't thinking." In five minutes the job was done. She would get up, smile at the man, accept copious "thank yous" and leave the office, eyes glued to her ass.

Steve put his head in his hands. It had been a long day. Earlier in the week he had traveled all over the state in his position as regional sales manager for a small, growing company. All he wanted now was to go home and have a drink.

Single, 32 and built like a linebacker, Steve was mostly interested in gaining fame and fortune early in life before retiring to a seaside resort. It's not that he disliked women, but time was precious and work normally beckoned. Dates are hard to find while traveling in your car.

As he drove home that evening, listening to smooth jazz and drinking a decaf mocha, his mind was on a girl he had recently met on an Internet chat. She intrigued him. Intelligent, witty, sincere. The kind of woman that might make him settle down. The kind of woman he'd love to roll in bed with all night.

Steve pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot and drove around to his building. He REALLY needed to get a condo, he thought to himself for the millionth time.

He parked next to an SUV, grabbed his laptop and got out. The headlights blinked in the darkness and the doors locked at the click of his key chain.

"Don't turn around. Walk to the SUV and get in the passenger side, back door," a voice said. Instinctively, he began to turn his head. "I said DON'T turn around. Walk. And I'm armed."

The voice was soft, almost soothing. Feminine.

Steve's mind was spinning. What the hell was happening? Who was this? He walked around the front of the SUV, the sound of steps behind him in the darkness.

"Get in."

Steve opened the rear door on the passenger side and crawled into the SUV, laying his laptop on the floor.

"Sit down."

He plopped down in the seat nearest the door and finally had a chance to see his captor. Traci wore a ball cap and dark jogging outfit. Her hazel eyes shown in the vehicle's interior lighting. The gun barrel reflected the same light.

"Put your right hand in the handcuff on this side," she ordered. Steve complied.

Traci laid the gun on the floor behind the seat, leaned across quickly and fastened the left hand to another set of cuffs. She picked up the weapon and looked at Steve intently.

"If you make a sound, I will shoot you. Swear to God."

Steve believed her.

Traci walked around the vehicle and got in the driver's side. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed into the night.

Twice during the ride, Steve debated with himself about offering his wallet to the girl. He decided both times that silence was probably the better choice. If she wanted the wallet, she'd take the wallet. What DID she want?

Soon, they pulled into the driveway of a small ranch home. The garage door opened and Traci slowly pulled in. The door closed behind them and Steve looked around at the otherwise normal, American home garage. Except it wasn't his, he was in it and he was handcuffed to the seat of an SUV driven by a strange young woman he didn't know.

Traci opened the door opposite of where Steve sat. She climbed in, removed a key from her pocket and began to unlock the handcuffs on his left side from the seat, but not his wrist.

"Do NOT try anything. Is that clear?" she said firmly.

"Yes," was all Steve could utter.

She methodically handcuffed the two hands together and uncuffed him from the seat on the right side.

After she climbed out of the SUV, she said, "Get out. Get in the house."

Steve awkwardly stepped from the vehicle and proceeded inside the door Traci had opened for him. The house was clean and bright, with no outward appearance of being anything other than the home of a young, working woman. But, then, Steve wasn't sure what else he had expected.

The door slammed behind him and Traci and Steve stood in the kitchen.

"May I ask what this is all about?" Steve finally got the nerve to ask.

"No," was the terse response.

Traci removed her hat and threw it on the table. Her short blonde hair tumbled out, ruffled and thick. She ran her fingers through it once, reshaping it the best she could. It was then Steve noticed the earthy good looks of the young girl. Her bronze skin, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes were a bewitching combination. Traci's mouth was wide, narrow and inviting.

"I will give the orders, you will do as you're told. Nothing would please me more than to inflict great pain on you, understand?" Traci stared into Steve's dark eyes once more.

"Uh, yeah."

"We're going to go downstairs. We'll talk about it then," Traci said. "This way."

She led him at gunpoint to a door leading down the basement steps. Cautiously, his hands cuffed in front of him, Steve made it down the steps. The sight at the bottom made him stop in his tracks.

Several metal rings hung from the wall. Chains fell from the ceiling. Various tables and beds were spread around the large room. All forms of black leather objects caught the eye.

"Jesus," Steve exclaimed.

"Move," Traci said, pushing the barrel of the gun against his back.

Steve walked toward the center of the cold, concrete basement. His eyes took in what they could in the small amount of time he walked.

"That's good," Traci said. They stood facing each other. "I've watched you from the parking lot. Very predictable. Very…male. Do you have any idea how much some of you disgust me? How arrogant you can be? How juvenile?"

He couldn't answer. Didn't know the right answer.

"Were you thinking driving over here that you'd like to fuck me? Did you wonder what I'd look like out of this outfit?"

Steve dared not answer that one.

"You guys make me SICK."

Traci took the clip from the gun and shoved it into the pocket of her sweatpants, then tossed the gun onto a nearby table.

"Come over here," she ordered. Traci led Steve toward a bed against one of the walls. She handed him a key and stepped back.

"Take off the cuffs."

Steve fumbled with the key, but was able to unlock one hand, then easily got the other. The cuffs fell off and Steve dropped them to the floor.

"We're going to have a little role reversal, here. See how you like it," Traci said in a composed voice.

"Take off your clothes."

The words surprised Steve, yet they didn't. The girl's intent was becoming clearer to him. It was the final outcome that still was a little fuzzy in his mind.

Traci stepped back and leaned against the side of a table while Steve slowly removed his shirt. The muscles in his chest, shoulders and arms were well defined even in the dimly lit basement. Traci watched him take off his shoes and socks before undoing his belt and pulling down the zipper on his pants.

He pushed the pants over his hips and down his legs, revealing a pair of boxer shorts. Steve stepped out of the pants. Traci admired the muscular legs and the bulge beginning to appear under his boxers. Steve tried to will the growing erection back down, but it wasn't going to work. This was strangely erotic. Scary and erotic.

The man stood motionless for a moment, exchanging stares with his captor. Then he took off the boxers. His semi-erect cock hung heavily between his legs. It was thick and getting thicker. Traci, despite her attempts at control, was enthralled with the shaft. Her own wetness conspired against her.

"Turn around," she ordered.

Steve's full, round ass met with the girl's approval. The muscles on the back of the thighs and calves rippled as he stood.

"OK," she said. Steve turned to face her, somewhat harder now.

"Lay down."

Steve moved onto the bed and lay flat, his penis flopping onto one thigh. Traci walked to the head of the bed and reached up for two leather straps hanging from the roof.

At that instant, Steve decided to make his move. He reached with both hands for the girl, grabbing her by the waistband of her sweatpants. Traci was prepared for the attempt and swung viciously with her right fist at his head. She struck him first on the side of the head above the ear. Her second blow caught his chin.

Dazed, Steve released his grip, allowing Traci to pull back.

"God damn it," Traci cried in anger. "Lay down."

She violently grabbed his left wrist while at the same time pulling down a strap from above. The sound of chains echoed through the basement as she put his wrist inside the constraint and pulled the Velcro strap tight. She walked around to the head of the bed and repeated the process with his right arm.

Steve lay with his arms pulled straight up, but his body was still flat on the bed. He was regaining his senses and stretching his jaw, making sure it still worked.

"I'd really, really hate to hurt you…more," she said, looking down at Steve. "But if I have to, I'll chop that puny little dick right off and add it to my collection. Now, are we going to have any more incidents like that one?"

"No," Steve said softly, his jaw aching.

Traci was already crossing the floor to a cabinet with dark wooden doors that swung open in both directions. Steve could barely see her reach in, close the doors and turn to walk back towards him.

In her hand he could see a small, brightly colored object. Traci held it in front of Steve's face. It was a vibrator.

"How'd you like to feel my friend up your ass, big guy?"

Silence. Until Traci flicked it on. The sound sent chills through Steve.

"Let's see what fun we can have," Traci said with a wicked smile.

She touched Steve's sore cheek with the toy, sliding it down to his neck and shoulder. When it got to his nipple, Steve was stunned by the effect on his entire body. He could feel the pleasure from his balls, through his cock and into his stomach. Somehow, Traci knew this.

She first circled one nipple, then the other. Steve's cock, which had relaxed during the failed escape, now sprung back into life. This did not go unnoticed by the young girl. She waited until the thickening shaft was rising toward his stomach before she proceeded down his body with the vibrator.

Traci headed straight for the man's penis, then bypassed it, teasingly tracing around it. Never touching it. Watching it twitch in anticipation. Laughing to herself.

"Oh, this is going to easy," she thought silently. "Way too easy."

The toy contacted Steve's large balls. The new sensation literally sent chills through his lower body. He lifted his ass off the bed in an attempt to escape the assault. Then he realized he wasn't trying to escape, but rather attempting to enhance the feeling. He wanted more. His cock was stretching to nearly full length now, begging for more.

Traci lowered the vibrator under the sack and traced down the crack of Steve's ass. He nearly moaned out loud, but restrained from acknowledging his pleasure. Traci, however, did see his eyes tightly clamp shut. She grinned and let the vibrator hum against the delicate bare skin for another few seconds.

She looked at the underside of his cock, clearly visible now as the erection fell against his lower abdomen. The pinkish head swelled. Maybe it was time.

The vibrator worked its way up the inside of Steve's thigh until reaching the throbbing cock. Traci lifted it momentarily, causing Steve to peer down. What he saw was the humming toy laid against the base of his cock. He put his head back down and stared at the ceiling.

The vibrator slowly, gradually worked up the length of the shaft. Almost imperceptibly it moved. When it struck the engorged head, Steve's entire body twitched. Precum seeped out in a large, clear drop. Traci used the toy to spread it over the tip.

Steve bit his lip to keep from crying out. How long could this go on before he shot cum over his stomach? Is that what she wanted?

The answer came immediately.

"Don't cum or I'll hurt you. Real bad," Traci said.

Steve, again, wasn't sure how to take her statement. For now, he'd try not to cum. But the toy was sliding up and down his cock…pulsating, rubbing, torturing. She moved it from side to side, up and down, and around. His cock was trembling with the need to climax.

Traci sensed the impending orgasm and lifted the vibrator. After laying it aside, she reached above the prone captive and released his right hand from the straps. Steve immediately let it drop to his side, making fists to reestablish blood flow into the fingers.

"So you like my little toy, I see," Traci said to him mockingly. "You have a choice. You can either have it up your butt…or you can use your free hand to get off."

She paused. "I certainly hope you choose the latter, because I'd really, really like to see you cum all over yourself. I want to see long steams of cum shoot up to your stomach." Steve grabbed his cock and began stroking it. "I want to see a pool of cum from your cock up to your navel. You WILL cum for me and I WILL watch you with great pleasure."

Steve's breathing was heavier and faster with each sentence she spoke. Her crimson face expressed the pent up anger that had accumulated for years. Her aggressiveness was turning him on.

He was pumping away with vigor when she put one hand inside her sweatpants. The other hand unzipped her top to about mid-chest. Steve watched as she reached inside and massaged her breast, her eyes fixed on his cock.

Steve felt the first surge of cum rush from his balls through his cock before exploding out in a torrent that landed halfway up his chest. Then a second. And a third. Each time, his grunts echoed through the basement. He had never felt as satisfied cumming as he did now.

Traci's own desires were growing as she combined her self stimulation with the satisfaction of having forced this man to make himself cum. Control was her's. And she wasn't done, yet.

Steve came a half dozen times. His moans gradually subsided. However, as Traci wished, Steve's stomach and abdomen were covered in thick, white semen. The cock lay limp between his legs and his hand was at his side. The man's chest rose and fell in quick succession as he attempted to regain his breath.

Traci walked to a nearby table, pulled open a drawer and took out a small, white towel. She threw it on Steve's chest.

"Wipe yourself off."

Steve did as she ordered, placing the towel on the ground next to the bed when finished.

"That was a good start," Traci said while reattaching his right wrist to the leather strap above his head. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while, but I'll be back and we'll play some more."

The girl disappeared up the steps and Steve heard her walk around on the floor above. He closed his eyes and tried to comprehend what was happening. What he didn't want to focus on was what the end might bring.

It was about half an hour later that the door opened and Traci returned to his side.

"Recovered, I hope," she smiled down on the man.

Steve looked blankly back at her.

"Why is it that men have so little to say when they aren't in a position to dominate a woman? Huh? Can you explain that?"

"What is it you want?" Steve asked, this time looking truly puzzled.

"What do I want? Are you fucking kidding me? All I want is a little love and respect," Traci said sternly. "I want the right to wear feminine clothes without being called a slut in the workplace. I want to do my job without being ogled the whole time by some pervert. Is that asking too much?"

There was no response.

"Here's what I mean," Traci said. She displayed a dry smile.

She reached for the zipper to her top and deliberately pulled it down. As if in slow motion, she lowered it until reaching the bottom. With a small movement of her hand, the two sides came apart.

Traci let the top lay open. Only the gap between her breasts and a small strip of skin down to her waist were visible. Steve watched as she inched the material apart. His eyes were fixed on her breasts as they slowly came into view. First the top, then the areolas, then the nipples. He followed the opened top down to her flat stomach and navel. Back up to her almost completely exposed breasts. Finally, she pulled the top open and slid it off her shoulders. Erotically, she let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Once again, his cock was coming to life. The girl's breasts were exquisitely firm and full. They turned up at the end, highlighting the pink nipples. Traci ran her fingers over both breasts, outlining them first before putting her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She put the breasts in her palms and lifted them, then kneaded them gently. Steve was hypnotized. The perfection of the girl's chest was only enhanced by her manipulation. He watched her slide one hand down her body, over her navel and stomach to the top of her pants. The fingers disappeared inside. Deeper. Between her legs. She played with herself for several seconds. Steve was semi-erect again. Traci lowered her pants so that only the thin patch of hair above her clit was visible, and the beginning of her long legs. She let the pants crawl down her hips, taunting Steve. Her clit came into view, then the folds of skin leading to her cunt, and finally the opening itself. Cleanly shaven. Moist. Glistening in the light. As she lowered the pants further, Steve began to notice the perfect curves of her hips and thighs. The sculptured legs. When she leaned over to take off the pants, he craved to hold her dangling breasts or run his fingers over her ass. He was hard now. Traci stood up. "THAT'S what I mean." She nodded toward his cock. "I can make you hard anytime I want. I can make you cum. And what do I get in return?" Traci swung one leg over Steve's outstretched body and placed the knee on the bed. Her other knee moved beside his opposite side so that she straddled him. With her body upright, she moved until her cunt was directly over his hard cock, which now extended nearly to his navel.




Traci's Revenge



Steve watched the girl's breasts bound freely as she moved. He wanted desperately to touch them and lick them. Even more so, he wanted her to sit on his throbbing cock.

She almost acted in accordance with his wishes. But not quite. Instead, she dropped her hips until making just the slightest contact with the cock. Her moist pussy slid over the shaft as she moved back and forth, causing it to twitch. Steve arched his back to apply more pressure, but Traci lifted off him.

She leaned over until her face was just inches from his. Their chests almost touched.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you," she hissed at him. "You WILL stay hard for me until I'm done. Understand?"

Steve nodded. He was bewildered, anxious and aroused. Not cumming might be a problem.

Traci straightened back up and tilted her head back as her clit made contact with the man's cock. Steve couldn't take his eyes from her body. The way she moved it. The soft curves and strong leg muscles. The way her abs rippled.

For several minutes she let the cock stroke her clit. Steve was more than erect. It hurt him every time it jumped at her body's touch.

Now Traci took the cock in her hand and caressed it. Leaning forward, she placed it at the entrance to her vagina. Using short, steady motions, she lowered herself onto the shaft. Then suddenly fell onto Steve until he was fully inserted into her. They both moaned with pleasure.

She looked at him again. "You are going to satisfy me. You are going to let me cum all over you. You are going to think of nothing else but my pleasure."

Her cunt squeezed his cock. Steve winced.

"And you are going to ignore the fact you want to cum. Ignore the fact you NEED to cum."

She slid up and down on the cock, feeling it fill her with its thickness. Feeling her own juices make it slick. Her body moved so the cock stroked her g-spot each time it entered her. When she rose back up, she stopped just at the thick tip of the cock reached the opening to her cunt.

For more than five minutes she repeated this process. Her eyes were closed, then open. Watching him suffer. Looking down at his long, thick cock disappearing inside her.

She reached behind her and rubbed her fingers across her bare ass. Her entire body ached with desire. When she put her nipple between her fingers, she could feel it inside her stomach and between her legs.

Finally, she reached for her clit. It was swollen and responsive to her touch. She let out an audible sigh, then increased the tempo with which she was fucking her captive.

Her body gave in quickly. An orgasm tore through her and her cry filled the basement.

"Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck….me!"

The sound of their skin smacking against each other was nearly drowned out by the girl's moans. Steve was mesmerized by her breasts—hanging, swinging, rolling. And her pussy—rising and falling, engulfing his cock and spitting it back out.

"Make me cum." She couldn't say any more.

The more Traci played with her clit, the harder she came. It was no longer a matter of how often she came, but for how long. Through it all, she thought of Simmons and every other male who coveted her body while ignoring her true self. The madder she got, the harder she massaged her clit. The harder she massaged her clit, the more she came. The more she came, the better she felt.

When it was over, she felt very, very good.

Steve remained hard throughout. Traci sat exhausted on his lap, feeling the cock quiver inside her. She knew it would only take a couple squeezes of her cunt muscles to milk him.

She lifted herself off him. Straddled him. Peered down at him.

Then Traci rolled off the bed. She looked down at the glistening cock and balls. Steve stared once more at the girl's delicious body.

"Don't go anywhere," Traci smiled at him. "I'm having a friend over later. I might want to share you. I'm sure you won't mind being called upon simply for our enjoyment. Will you?" 



Traci's Seduction



Heather had just gotten home from work and decided to take a shower and a quick nap. It would be hours before her husband Tony got home. So she got undressed, grabbed her robe, and headed for the bathroom. The warm water felt so nice as it cascaded down her back, causing suds at the bottom of the shower from the shampoo in her hair. She finished her shower and put on her nice warm robe, then headed off to her bedroom.

 Heather was so tired from her long day at work and horrific drive home, she laid on her bed without changing, and drifted off to sleep.

 She started to have the most incredible dream, but the dream seemed to be only physical. There were no images in her head, only a wonderful sensation throughout her body. It was one of those dreams where you just don't want to wake up for fear of losing it and not being able to get it back. She was lying on her stomach and it felt as though someone was kissing and licking her at her ankles. The kisses slowly ventured up her legs, tasting every inch of her.

Heather finally realized that this was not a dream; it was really happening. Tony must have gotten home early and could not resist her as she lay there in her robe, with just the hint of her round ass sticking out from the bottom. 

 Heather laid in the same position, pretending as though she was still asleep, enjoying every second of this incredible feeling. He got closer and closer to the top of her thighs, without missing even the smallest part of her skin as he licked and kissed her. He then made it. He made his way to the hot treasure that was awaiting him. She tried not to move so to not give away that she was awake, even though she wanted to spread her legs as far as she could to invite him in. Instead, Tony gently and slowly pulled her legs apart so he could get a look at the beautiful prize. He began to lick and nibble and kiss all around her hole, careful not to actually touch it. His tongue would flicker over her clit every once in awhile, but just barely. Only enough to start a fire inside of her. 

 She was almost ready to cum just with the anticipation of his tongue entering her. She could feel her juices flowing out of her. She wanted so bad for something to satisfy her that she almost began to finger herself. But she just waited for her man to do it for her. After all, part of the excitement was him thinking that he was taking advantage of her.

Finally, almost as though he was trying grab something, his tongue plunged into her aching pussy. She did everything she could not to jump or cry out in ecstasy. His hands slowly caressed her firm round ass as he ate every inch of her delicious pussy. He now made sure to spend time on her clit. He bit at it and sucked on it, so hard she wanted to shout out with lust. Just as she was about to climax, he stopped. 

 WHAT IS HE DOING! she thought. She felt his hands slide firmly and slowly up her back. He bent around his hands around the curve of her sides and softly caressed her breasts. God how she just wanted to flip over so he could suck on her nipples. Then she felt his body over hers. He began to slip and slide over her body and she could feel his hard cock clumsily move around between her thighs. Then she could feel him take control of his manhood with his hand and steady it at her pussy. He ever so gently entered her. Heather was in heaven and she began to cum almost as soon as he put his cock into her. She couldn't take it anymore and let out a cry of pure pleasure and rocked back and forth onto his hard dick. She felt like fireworks were shooting out of her and could barely contain herself. 

 With a few more hard thrusts, he withdrew himself. He gently grabbed her on the shoulders and slowly began to turn her over. Heather's mouth opened in disbelief as she turned to see not her husband Tony, but her next door neighbor, Tracy. There she was, standing over Heather, with a strap on and a smile. Heather's first thought was to scream and run. But she couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful the whole experience felt and how excited she was getting seeing this beautiful person standing in front of her. Her final thought was, perhaps she should return the favor......... 



Traci's Summer Vacation



Traci was enjoying the summer. The 18 year old had graduated from high school in June and was waiting for college to start in the fall. She was working evenings, allowing her to work on her tan during the day. Her parents' house sat at the end of a cul-de-sac, backing up to woods on three sides. This permitted her to tan topless on the back deck when she expected to be left alone...like today.

Traci was tall and thin. She had a great body, with full-but not overly large-breasts and long, well-toned legs. Her shoulder length blonde hair was usually pulled tight behind her head when she laid out. It contrasted brilliantly with her bronze body.

I watched her daily routine for two weeks using powerful binoculars from the far edge of the woods. Her parents wouldn't be home for several hours and she had no brothers or sisters. The only visitors she might get were friends who wanted to use the hot tub, and that didn't happen often.

Today I would visit her. But I wouldn't be the only one who would enjoy the feel of her soft body.

I waited until I knew she would be up, but not yet out back. She wore headphones from a portable CD player when she tanned and I knew entering the house after that would be difficult. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

With my fake water company ID badge attached to my work shirt and carrying my gym bag full of "supplies", I waited anxiously. I heard a chain lock sliding open before the door itself opened. Traci stood in a long t-shirt, leaning awkwardly from behind the door.

"Hi. I'm with the city water department and we're calibrating all the new water meters," I said rapidly, as if reading from a script. "It shouldn't take more than a minute in the basement. Can I do it now, or should we re-schedule?"

Traci looked at me blankly, then stammered, "Uh, sure."

I stepped in before she could think about it. As she closed the door, I dropped my bag, reached into my back pocket and pulled out a large hunting knife. I threw my body against hers, pressing her tightly against the door. My left hand covered her mouth and the knife poked her in the side. I raised it to her throat, letting her see it briefly.

"I will kill you if you make a sound or try to move. I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. If you make a sound, I'll cut your throat wide open. Ready?"

She nodded. I removed my hand from her face, but pressed harder with the knife. She gasped and raised her chin.

"Good. Who else is here?" I asked.

"Nobody," she replied.

"Is anybody else coming?"

"Maybe two friends in a couple hours. My parents will be home later."

"Is there a bedroom on this floor?" I asked her.

"Yes. Two," she said.

"Take me to the largest one."

I moved aside to let her walk ahead. I picked up the bag and followed her, the knife between us. Her shirt fit loosely, but curved nicely around her ass with each step she took.

We walked down a short hall before entering the master bedroom. Ahead of us was a king size bed with a large, brass headboard. Chairs and tables flanked the bed, along with tall wood dressers. I threw the bag on the bed and unzipped it.

Looking at Traci, I said, "Get undressed."

She stood motionless, looking at the knife and then at me. When I didn't move, she put her trembling hands on the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She wore a light green bikini that tied behind her neck and on her hips. She slowly reached behind her head, untied her top and pulled it off, revealing her beautiful, tanned tits. After placing the top on the bed, she pulled the string that tied one side of her bottoms, then the other side. She held it in place with her hands momentarily before letting it fall between her thighs. A small patch of light brown hair was neatly shaven above her pussy. Traci placed the bikini on the bed and clumsily placed her hands in front of her.

"Turn around," I told her.

She turned her firm, round ass toward me. It was pale compared to the rest of her body, but had obviously been tanned at some point.

"Get on the bed," I said.

She climbed onto the bed while I moved her clothes to a chair. Reaching inside the bag, I pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"No, please," she cried. "Don't hurt me. Please."

"Oh, this won't hurt. Before the day is done I suspect you'll feel more pleasure than pain," I said. I walked around the bed and cuffed her right wrist to a rail of the headboard. Then I moved the bag to the chair with her clothes, leaving just the naked girl on the bed.

I started to undress. She watched at first, then turned her eyes away and sobbed quietly. When I was done I climbed on the bed and kneeled at her side. She rolled away from me, her legs tightly held together. I ran the fingers of one hand up the back of her thigh and over her ass. She flinched at the first touch. Her skin was wonderfully smooth and warm. She rolled back toward me a little to expose less of her ass.

My hand moved up to her breast. I cupped it in my palm, feeling the hardness of her nipple. I rolled it between my thumb and finger, then traced the outline of the bottom of her breast. My hand slid down her stomach, over the inside of her thigh and back up to her pussy. I forced my hand between her legs and ran my finger over her clit. She tried to move away from my hand, but I wrapped it over her pussy and continued to manipulate her ever-enlarging clit.

I leaned over and put my mouth over her right tit, licking her nipple gently. Traci was now flat on her back and her legs had separated by accident or choice. Either way, I had access to her entire pussy and my hand worked frantically over the area. I sucked on her boob and used my free hand to push it further into my mouth.

I was almost fully erect by this point and anxious to feel her pussy wrap around my cock. I inserted my finger into her, feeling the wetness and warmth. I rolled on top of her and put my knees inside of her thighs. Once again, it took very little pressure on my part to get her to separate her legs. I lowered my body onto hers, aware of her boobs pressed firmly against my chest. My face rubbed against Traci's and I could smell her hair.

With my right hand I guided my rock hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. She tried to squirm away when it first made contact. She whimpered "No, no" and attempted to pull her hips away from me. I pinned her free arm against the bed and pushed my body further onto hers. The tip of my cock entered her. Another push and I was half way in. She gasped when I plunged the remainder of my cock into her pussy.

Her efforts to escape exhilarated me. I started to fuck her harder. I moved my hands under her thighs and pulled her legs up to my waist. My balls slapped against her each time I thrust forward. She was moaning now and her resistance was fading. Every now and then she tried to pull out from under me, but I just pushed myself further into her each time.

I reached up under her ass with my right hand and felt for her clit. When I touched it she inhaled audibly and held her breath. She let it out at the same time she pushed her hips into mine. I rubbed her throbbing clit and felt the first indications of my orgasm. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her up. With her back arched off the bed, I pumped into her quicker and quicker. Her pussy was wet with her own juices. I groaned as cum sped through my cock.

"No, please," Traci said.

The words were all I needed to explode. Cum shot into her in long, heavy streams. I pushed harder-our bodies pounding into each other. Her legs were wrapped around the outside of mine and she squeezed tight. Half a dozen times I felt cum flow into her pussy.

She was silent. But I knew she hadn't cum. I also knew there would be time for that and it would be good if she was left unfulfilled now. My cock grew softer and I pulled out of her. I laid my head on her breasts and put a nipple in my mouth. It was hard and warm. Her hips rose slightly when I licked it. She's ready, I thought.

I rolled off of her, slid off the bed and got dressed. Traci lay on her side with her legs tucked up. Her breasts hung deliciously; her little ass sticking out behind her.

It was still several hours before her parents would be home. I grabbed the knife, walked out to the family room and turned on the TV. I watched for about half an hour before being startled by the ringing of the front door bell. Putting the knife in my back pocket, I went to the door. Two young people, a boy and a girl both around 20, stood on the porch.

"Hi. Is Traci here?" the girl asked. She wore a tank top over a colorful bikini top and cut off shorts.

"Yeah. I'm her uncle. Come on in," I said.

The boy was tall and muscular, with a deep tan. He, too, had on a tank top and shorts.

As soon as the door was closed, I had the knife out. I held it just inches from the boy's ribs.

"No sudden movements," I said. "No screams. Walk straight ahead, down the hall and into the first room on the right."

They did as they were instructed, entering the master bedroom. The girl exclaimed, "Traci", and stopped. She quickly turned around and looked at me. I motioned with the knife to walk further into the room.

"I take it you've met," I said. "Unfortunately, we may not have time to use the hot tub, but I think you'll like what we have planned. Now take off your clothes."

The boy and girl stared at me with disbelief. I sat in a chair and waited. Finally, the boy kicked off his sandals. The girl did the same and they each took off their shirts, then their shorts. Neither one moved for a moment until I told them to keep going. The boy pulled down his boxer style swimming trunks while the girl removed her top. He was certainly well endowed, even in his limp state. The girl was taller and bigger than Traci, with her breasts being no exception. When she took off the bottom of her suit the fullness of her body became more evident. She was well proportioned, but not overweight in the least.

After telling the boy to sit in the chair across the room from me, I pulled a pair of handcuffs from the bag and told the girl to fasten his hands behind his back. When she was done, I said to her, "Traci, here, needs some attention. I believe she wanted to cum earlier and I wouldn't let her. Why don't you help her out. Get on the bed."

The girl slowly climbed into the bed, kneeling next to Traci.

"She likes to have her tits sucked and licked. Why don't you start there first," I said.

"No. I can't," she said quietly.

"Yes you can," I said, rising out of my chair. I put the knife directly in front of her breasts, which she covered with her arms. "Or you will be cut open from your throat to your pussy."

She turned to face Traci and I sat down. She lowered her head towards Traci's chest and braced herself on the bed with her hands. The girl's large breasts swung freely under her. When she was just above Traci's breasts, she moved one arm to Traci's opposite side so that she now straddled Traci with her hands. I saw her look at Traci one time before putting her mouth over Traci's left breast. Her tongue flicked out and lightly brushed against Traci's nipple. She did this a couple times before wrapping her lips around it. Traci closed her eyes, her free hand grabbing at the bedspread under her.

The girl put more of Traci's breast in her mouth and sucked on it. When she opened her mouth, her tongue ran across and around the nipple, which was now protruding noticeably more than before.

I let this go on for a few minutes, then said, "OK. Get between her legs and use that tongue on her pussy. Make her cum."

This time the girl didn't look at Traci before moving down the bed. She got between Traci's legs, which opened for her without any urging required. The girl's round ass was near the bottom of the bed, pointing upward. Her companion had watched the proceedings with interest, I noticed, and was now semi-erect. He continued to watch as the girl placed her head above Traci's neatly shaven pussy. The girl's tongue touched the outer edges of Traci's pussy lips and Traci uttered a mixed sign and moan. The girl put her arms under Traci's raised legs. But she didn't need to raise Traci's body to her face. Traci was doing that for her.

The girl's tongue and mouth explored the pussy from bottom to top, stopping at Traci's engorged clit. She licked it several times, swirling the tip of her tongue around it. Her mouth wrapped around it and Traci moaned louder. The girl made long sweeping motions with her tongue from the bottom of Traci's pussy to the top. The girl's long hair fell over Traci's hips.

By now the boy in the chair had an erection pointing up at a 45-degree angle. My own cock pressed uncomfortably against my shorts.

The girl continued her attack on the wet pussy. When she stopped at Traci's clit and put her entire mouth over it, I knew it wouldn't take much longer. Traci raised her hips and the girl put her hands under Traci's little ass. She pressed her head down while pulling Traci's body up. Traci arched her back and began a rhythmic thrusting.

"Oooohhh," Traci sighed. "There."

The girl was concentrating on Traci's clit entirely now. Traci's body shook periodically with tremors from the approaching orgasm. She straightened her legs, then bent them again and spread them as far as she could. Her ass was a foot off the bed when she screamed, "Yes. Yes. There. I'm cumming."

The girl never stopped licking and sucking as Traci bounced frantically on the bed. "Oooohhhhhh, yes. Aaahhhhhh," Traci cried. Then a series of short, inaudible grunts were made each time she thrust upward off the bed. A final, prolonged moan came from Traci as her body stiffened and her legs straightened, the girl's head caught in a vice between them. "Yes, yes, yes," was all Traci said as the orgasm peaked and subsided.

When Traci's body went limp, the girl put her head on Traci's thigh and kissed it, wiping her mouth dry in the process. Traci's eyes were closed, her breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. The two girls lay motionless for a moment. The boy stared at them, his hard cock pointing straight up.

I pulled out the key for the handcuffs and threw it on the bed. I told the girl to unlock the cuffs on the boy. She got up and I saw her hesitate just for a second when she saw his eight-inch erection. After taking off the cuffs, I told them to get on the bed next to Traci.

"Get on your hands and knees," I told the girl. Looking at the boy I said, "She's all yours. Do her from behind."

They moved into position, Traci watching from on her back while still cuffed to the headboard. The girl's large breasts hung from her chest and her ample hips and ass pointed invitingly toward the boy behind her. He moved forward, his knees inside her thighs. His cock swung above her ass and rested on it briefly. He positioned it under her and the girl parted her legs a little further. I couldn't see her cunt from where I sat, but it must have been wet already, as the boy needed only one preliminary probe before he slid in up to his balls.

The girl moaned as his shaft disappeared into her. He put his hands on her hips and started to fuck her. The sound of their bodies making contact with each of his thrusts filled the room. The bed began to rock with their motion. Every now and then the girl lowered her head, then raised it again, pushing her hair out of her face. Her mouth opened and closed, but little sound was made.

I told the boy to play with one of the girl's breasts. He seemed too glad to move his hand under her and put it around her right breast. He kneaded it roughly before squeezing her nipple. The girl gasped when he rolled the large, red nipple between his fingers. Then he once again tried in vain to put the entire tit in his hand. He pressed it hard against her chest, much of it extending out beyond the width of his palm. His other hand was caressing her ass, perhaps subconsciously squeezing it until imprints of his fingers could be seen on her tan skin.

"Play with yourself," I said softly to the girl, while leaning towards her. Her right hand instantly moved between her legs. It lightly touched the boy's cock before finding her clit. She began massaging the area and dropped her head to the bed.

The boy was slapping furiously against her butt now. Without warning, he grunted loudly and halted his penetration deep inside her. He pulled out slowly, then rammed into her with brutal force. Another grunt and he repeated his attack on her cunt. Three more quick thrusts were followed by another plunge deep inside her.

"Oh, yes. Squeeze it again," he stammered. Apparently the girl was flexing her cunt muscles around his thick cock. "Yeah, yeah...that's it."

He was pounding her again; his eyes closed tightly, his face contorted. The couple's movements caused Traci's breasts to sway back and forth beside them. The boy groaned loudly, incoherently, until a spastic "Ungh, ungh, aaahhhhhh" accompanied an exceptionally hard push into the girl's pussy.

He was cumming now. He rammed her, grunted hoarsely, and shot sperm into her over and over. The girl simultaneously issued a high-pitched shriek that could only signal her own orgasm. Her hips pushed backward and up to meet his plunging cock. The boy mauled her breast with his hand, his body leaning over hers. She buried her face in the bed, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure. The boy must have stopped cumming before her, but was trying desperately to stay inside her until she finished herself. Her hand continued to work on her clit and she jerked erratically with little orgasms for another minute or so.

The girl removed her hand from between her legs and collapsed to the bed. The boy remained on top of her, his spent cock in the crack of her ass.

My own cock was aching badly from confinement in my shorts and it was only a matter of time before I would decide which girl would service me next. 



Traci's Weekend



 (Part 2 of "A Surprise for Traci")

Traci was like a mad woman all week. The anticipation of James and Randy filling her full of black cock was driving her crazy. We spent every evening in front of the television watching the video I had made of her first black experience the previous weekend. Each night was the same with the intensity building as Friday night approached. As we watched the video of Traci sucking the two huge black cocks while blindfolded, we would masturbate together and talk about how great those black cocks looked in her mouth and pale white hands. The closer we got to the end of the tape the dirtier the talk would get. Our conversation would switch to the fucking she was going to get from these same two cocks on Friday. Once we got to that point she pulled me on top of her and I would fuck her fast and hard until pulling out to cum down her waiting throat. She was so hot and was going to be a total whore for James and Randy.

I have no idea what she told her fiancée she was doing all week and even less of an idea of how she managed to get Friday night away from him but it didn't matter. He was the last thing that would be on my mind this weekend. I borrowed another camcorder from a friend and had it set up in the hotel room while mine sat on the dresser waiting for me to capture the action from any direction I saw fit. As I looked around the room to see if things were perfect a knock came at the door. I went to the door and opened it to find Traci standing there in a very short pair of cutoff jean shorts and tight white T-shirt with the letters of the college she attended on the front. I could easily tell she wore no bra as her hard nipples almost broke through the fabric of the shirt. I smiled at her and she asked if I thought James and Randy would approve. I chuckled as I said I was positive they would and let her into the room. We had a quick drink and I made final preparations for the events that would happen later that night.

We were to meet the guys at a local bar/restaurant for dinner and a couple of drinks. Traci nor I had ever been to the bar before but I was not surprised to find most of the patrons to be black. As Traci and I walked in, many crude comments were made about Traci and her shorts (or lack thereof). I thought this might make her uncomfortable but she seemed to act even more slutty as she was urged on by them. Her walk became exaggerated as she headed to the table where Randy and James were sitting. They both stood and smiled as she walked up to both of them and said hello. They both leaned down to kiss her hand and she told them she knew them a little better than that as she gave each a kiss on the cheek.

All eyes in the bar were on our table as we drank and ate dinner. I guess we were there for a little over an hour when James asked Traci if she would like to dance. I knew she was about to become totally uninhibited because I had seen her dance before. She danced like she fucked, meaning you could see the whore in her on the dance floor! They hit the dance floor and were the center of attention. Their bodies were one as they grinded against each other and their hands wondered all over the other's body. Toward the end of the song they locked up in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever seen. I knew this was going to be one exciting night for all of us!

As the song ended Randy went to take James' place with Traci on the dance floor. I saw a couple of other black guys asking James who she was as he left the floor but I couldn't tell what he told them. I just know they would look over at me and smile then look right back at her. James came back to the table and told me how unbelievable she was. I agreed as we watched Traci and Randy grinding into each other on the dance floor. She turned her back to him and put her ass against his crotch and started going wild. He had his hands on her hips but quickly slid them up to her breasts as she grinded her as up and down his cock. Luckily the song ended because I think Randy was about to blow a load in his pants and I knew Traci was close to cumming if she hadn't already.

They came back to the table and I announced I thought it was time to head back to the room. All agreed and I paid the bill while the other three headed to the car. It was dark outside now and I have to say I wasn't shocked when I got to the car. I found Traci leaned back against the car with James kissing her and Randy kissing her neck. I was also not surprised when I looked down and saw she had their cocks out and in her hands stroking them. Maybe it was the lack of light but their cocks looked even bigger than they did last week. James' hand was up her shirt and Randy's was between her legs. I really wanted to watch what was going on here but I knew my video equipment was at the room and I knew we would be back at this bar one day very soon. I walked up and unlocked my door which startled them back into reality and they all hopped in the back seat. It was only a couple of miles to the hotel but Traci's mouth had been on both cocks by the time we got there. She was on fire and I knew she was going to do things tonight not even she had thought she would before.

We walked into the room and Traci pulled her shirt over her head and walked straight toward me. As she got close to me she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear that I was wonderful and if her fiancee was more like me she might already be married. I was a little shocked but gave her a kiss and told her to have fun. She grinned and said she knew she would...and that she knew we all would.

By the time she turned back around to James and Randy they were standing there nude and lightly stroking their rock hard cocks. Traci glanced back at me and smiled as I started the camcorder on the tripod and then the one I would be operating. I knew it would be a great opening to see her as she dropped to her knees and licked her lips. She went after those two big black cocks as if they were a life support system. She started on Randy's but quickly switched to engulf James' hardening black cock. She alternated between the two like a seasoned pro, sucking on while stroking the other. The way she was working her lips and tongue on those black cocks reminded me of a kid with a lollipop. Both men were very happy with the job Traci was doing and let her know by their moans of pleasure and occasional comments.

James reached down and grabbed Traci by the hair and pulled her to a standing position. This would make most girls angry but it just added to the excitement for Traci because she loved to be handled roughly. James pulled her head toward his and they locked in a passionate kiss while he fondled her breasts. The contrast of their faces locked with their tongues going wild in each other's mouth was incredible, especially since just one week prior to this night she was totally disgusted by black men. Randy was busy rubbing the crotch of Traci's shorts and was amazed at how wet they were. He commented that she had a river running between her legs which made her chuckle but didn't break her kiss with James. Randy began undoing her shorts and pulling them down her legs. Traci had shaved her pussy which thrilled Randy and he buried his face between her legs. She was in heaven. Her body was moving in a rhythmic motion as the two men worked on her and she began moaning loudly. A moment later she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her body. Randy didn't slow down on her pussy and James stopped kissing her only long enough for her to grab a quick breath of air.

Randy stood up and told James that it was time to give the bitch what she was craving and with that he shoved Traci onto the bed. She was startled by the force he used and looked at both of them with wide eyes. After a minute or so of them staring at her stroking their cocks she reached down between her legs and began rubbing her soaked pussy. She then asked them if they were just going to stare or if someone was going to fuck her. It didn't take them long to answer her.with their actions! Randy crawled between her legs and without compassion he shoved his had black cock into her soaking wet pussy. His third thrust into her hit deeper than anyone ever had and she screamed with delight. James quickly moved into position and shoved his eleven inches into her mouth to keep her somewhat quiet. Randy put her right leg over his shoulder and began pounding her white cunt like it would be his last piece of pussy. The combination of her moaning and Randy slamming in and out of her sounded like a tribal song. Her biggest moans of pleasure came when James pulled his cock out of her mouth and began slapping it against her face while asking her if she liked that big black cock. She answered him by screaming at him that it was his turn to fill her full of black cock.

While the two men switched places Traci looked over at me and smiled. She then asked me if this looked as good as it felt. I told her she looked like she was born to take big black cocks. James and Randy chimed in with their approval and added they had never had such a hot piece of ass. Traci, while being rolled over onto her knees by James, looked back at both of them and said she hadn't even begun to show them how hot she was. James then slid the head of his cock into her waiting pussy and slowly worked it deeper into her. As he pushed his cock about half way into her, he slapped her ass hard and rubbed in the pain. She screamed and looked back at him. I know he was expecting her to call him some name or tell him to stop slapping her, but I knew different. That slap brought out even more of the whore in her. She told him she wanted every inch of his fat black cock inside her.RIGHT NOW! He needed no more encouragement. He gripped her hips and slammed his cock all the way into her. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head when she felt how deep he was inside her. She began slamming herself back into him as she adjusted to the size of his cock.

Randy moved into position and shoved his cock back into her mouth. Traci looked like a piston between those two black men. James continued to slap her white ass until it was very red. He continued to shove his huge black cock deep into her white pussy and started rubbing a finger along her rear entrance. She stopped sucking Randy long enough to declare that there was no way she could take that cock in her ass. James and Randy both laughed at this and James made the comment that it was no longer her option. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and slapped it against the crack of her ass a couple of times to put some of her juices there for lubrication. He then put a finger on her rear entrance and started to slide it in slowly. She put forth less resistance than I expected and he soon had two fingers working in and out of her ass.

Since Randy was the smaller of the two they decided he should break her in. James moved to the side and used both hands to spread her ass cheeks as Randy moved into position behind her. He gently slid the head of his cock into her ass and she let out a slight sigh. He gently worked his black cock deeper into her ass and I could see both pain and pleasure in her expression. With James egging him on Randy began to pump her harder and faster. I could tell Traci was getting very accustomed to his size in her ass and she began to pound her ass back against him to take all his length. After about five minutes of this James had seen enough.

James lay on his back and let Traci do the work for him. She positioned herself over him and lowered her freshly fucked ass onto his rock hard black cock. It was an incredible sight to see her slide all the way down his thick eleven inches. She steadied herself with her hands and began to slam herself up and down on his black rod. Randy stood beside her and when she was comfortable enough he shoved his cock back into her mouth. She was really working these two guys over and it amazed both of them as well as myself. I couldn't help but smile thinking about how much she despised black men a short time ago and now would not be able to do without them.

I knew Traci had a fantasy of being double penetrated so I mentioned it to the three of them. Randy quickly moved into position and slid his cock into her soaking wet pussy while James remained in her ass. The three of them quickly had a rhythm I knew none of them could stand long. Traci was the first to cum. It must have been her third or fourth orgasm of the night and by far the most intense. Randy was next and he didn't bother to pull out of her pussy even though he wasn't wearing a condom. The blasts of his cum shooting inside of her set James off as well and he began filling up her ass with his black seed. I guess the combination of those two loads filling her up and the thought of unprotected sex with two hung black guys set her off again because she had another orgasm before either guy pulled out of her.

Randy pulled his cock out of her pussy and she begged to have it in her mouth so she could taste the combination of her cum mixed with a fresh black load. The taste obviously agreed with her as she sucked and licked him clean. Her next moved shocked even me. She climbed off James and without hesitation started to clean his cock off with her tongue. Seeing her clean the juices of her ass and his cum off his cock got him hard again so she sucked him to another orgasm which she gladly took into her mouth.

The three of them then laid spent on the bed for a little while before getting up to dress. James and Randy both gave her big kisses and told her they hoped to see her again VERY soon. She rubbed both of their crotches and told them she would definitely see them again soon. They both thanked me and we all slapped hands at our find. Traci was the perfect slut and we all knew we had many fun filled nights ahead of us.

After the guys left Traci invited me into the bed with her and she fucked me dry as well. She was a very satisfied whore that night and we began to talk about what we could do to top that night. She and I both had ideas and I was sure none would be left undone. She let me know the two most exciting things about the entire evening were that I was there to watch her and that neither of the guys used protection. She couldn't really describe it but the danger of it all added greatly to her experience. We are both looking forward to the next adventure...