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Deb

By: crbrianb



A few years back, I had a job at a local call center. It was close to where I worked, making it real convenient since I didn't drive at the time. This was a customer service center, not a telemarketing center. You called me and made my life miserable, instead of me calling you and interrupting your supper. It wasn't a very pleasant time in my life, but I was going to school at the same time, and it got the bills paid. 

There were a couple of memorable times during that job, of which this is one of them. 

A friend of mine had a live in girl friend that worked with us. Their schedules were a couple of hours off from each other, meaning that they usually took separate cars to work. That is except for this one week where her car was in the garage for repair work. Since I lived a couple of blocks away, she would come over to my house and wait for Jeff to get off.

A detail that is rather important to this story is that I lived on the third floor of a converted house. It was the middle of summer and I couldn't afford air conditioning. It got a little warm up there, but as long as you didn't over dress it wasn't too bad. We worked in an office environment, which meant that coming home from work, we were over dressed.

The first thing that I always did when I got home was to dress down. Normally, I would just strip down to my underwear as soon as I got home, but since Deb was there, I had to go to my room and put on a pair of shorts. 

When we first got there, Deb commented on the heat, asking about the air conditioning. I told her that I had none, just used fans and dressed light. When I came out of the bedroom, she said that she wished she had known she would have brought something to change into. 

I told her that if it was to hot for her, she could always unbutton her shirt and roll up her sleeves. She said that that would help, but it was not fair that I could take off my shirt and that she couldn't. I told her that it wouldn't bother me if she were to take off her shirt. 

"No, I couldn't do that. I'll just point the fan at myself," she replied.

I turned on the TV, gave her the remote and then went to work on my homework. A short while later, I heard her say, "Well, if it doesn't bother you, then…" I didn't pay any attention at first, I was stuck in the middle of a math problem. When I finished the problem, I started to ask her what she had said, when I stopped in mid sentence. She had taken me up on my offer and taken her shirt off. Trying to not make her self aware, I did my best not to look, (too long) and went back to my homework. She sat in my apartment like that for about an hour when Jeff showed up. She put her shirt back on and went down to his car. 

The next day, when I walked out of the bedroom after changing clothes, she had already taken her shirt off and was watching TV. "I hope you don't mind that I made myself at home. It didn't seem to bother you yesterday, so I thought I would do it again today," she said.

"I thought that you were going to bring something to change into," I said.

"I was, but I thought that this would be easier."

"OK," I said, as I opened up the books. 

Two hours later, Jeff showed up, and down she went. 

The next day, it got quite a bit warmer outside, and it was almost uncomfortable up in my apartment when we got home. She had her shirt off before I even made it the bedroom to change my clothes. 

"Brian, you don't mind if I take my pants off too," she asked me when I came out. 

"Sure, I guess so," I replied. She waited until I had started digging in my book bag to take them off. She pulled them down pretty quick and tucked her legs under her before I had a chance to see anything. I couldn't blame her; here she was at her boyfriend's friend's place. She only knew me from work, and I was a little more than an acquaintance to her. 

About an hour later, she got up to get a drink of water and go to the bathroom. This was the first time that I really got a chance to look at her without feeling like I was staring or ogling. I never noticed how nice of a body she had before, because she always wore baggy clothes. I always figured that she had a bit of a belly, or a wide ass. Turns out that she had a flat belly and a shapely ass, small breasts though. When she came back, I saw her go over and stand in front of the fan. Apparently, she thought that I wasn't looking, because I saw her lift up her bra and let the fan blow on her breasts. She had her back to me, so I didn't get to see anything. 

"You can take it off if you want," I spoke up.

"What," she said as her bra came down really fast.

"If you are still a little warm, you can take off your bra. I'll turn my chair so that I am facing away from you and won't be able to see anything. Besides, you'll have your back to me and that will be all that I can see."

"I don't thinks so." 

I got up and moved my chair anyway.

Jeff showed up on schedule, and when I looked over, she was busy clasping her bra behind her back. She put the rest of her clothes on and left.

The next day was to be the last day. Neither Deb nor I worked on Fridays. I worked Sundays, and she worked Saturdays instead. Jeff on the other hand had the weekend off and worked Fridays. 

When we got home that afternoon, it was just as hot as the day before, and when I came out of the room, she was sitting on the couch in just her under wear. She told me to adjust my chair so that my back was to her. 

I sat down per her directions and hit the books. (There is a good reason that I was and still am an 'A' student.) After a half an hour or so, she got up to get a drink, with her bra unclasped at the back. She was holding her arms close to her body to hold the bra in place. I remember hearing some fidgeting when she sat back down. I looked over my shoulder, and the bra was gone, but it looked like she was taking off her panties. I couldn't see to confirm this, so I was left guessing until Jeff arrived.

He pulled up and honked the horn. I looked over and saw Deb fastening the clasps to her bra. Then I saw her bend over, and start to pull something up her legs, I couldn't tell what it was until she stood up to pull her panties the rest of the way up. She finished dressing, and ran out the door.

As I said earlier, I thought that was to be the last day that she visited me. That is, until about an hour before Jeff normally got off work, I hear a knock at my door. I threw on a pair of shorts and ran to the door. There was Deb at my door when I opened it. 

"I was running some errands on this side of town and finished up a little earlier than I expected. You don't mind if I come up and hang out until I have to go pick up Jeff do you?"

I answered, "No, come on in. I was just sitting around watching TV."

"It's still pretty hot up here I see. You don't mind if I take off my shirt and shorts again do you?" She sat down on the couch in just her underwear. This was the first time that I really had a chance to get a good look, since it was Friday and I didn't have any homework to do. Boy was it hard not to stare. 

She had been there about ten minutes when she got up and went over to the fan. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and with her back still to me, she lifted up her bra, letting the fan blow on her breasts. She pulled the bra down after a few seconds, turned towards me holding it up with one of her arms and asked me if I would mind if she didn't wear it.

"No," was all I could say. 

She reached up with the other hand, pulled the bra down, continuing to conceal her breasts with the first arm. She walked back over to the couch, set the bra on the rest of her clothes, and went back to watching TV. I tried to make small talk with her, but I am not much of a conversationalist, and her being in just a pair of panties made matters worse.

When the show we were watching ended, I got up to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. When I returned, she had taken off her panties and was sitting there in the nude. I really couldn't see much of her bush since her legs were closed tight and tucked under her, turned away from me. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quite. Shortly before she had to go pick up Jeff, she walked over to the fan, naked still, and let the air blow across her. She turned back towards me, not covering anything up and walked back to her clothes. While was getting dressed, she made the comment about how good the air conditioning in her car was going to feel.

Deb and Leah: The Show Must Go On!



Non-fictional account of learning about CFNM

When I was a young man, I went to work at a machine shop. After some time on the job, I became friendly with one of the admins in the shop who did the time cards and such. Her name was Valerie, and she had long red hair, and slim athletic figure. She had a gorgeous ass and probably b-cup breasts. She always dressed in a professionally; conservative, but in a way that showed her lovely body. She was gorgeous. At 35ish, Valerie was quite a bit older than my years, and I was completely infatuated. 

We'd go out to lunch over the summer, talk and basically just have fun. I'd probably only had intercourse a few times, but there was this one gal (my age) that I saw, and she'd hook me up from time to time... a handjob...maybe a few licks...but we hadn't gone "all-the-way"...so I was pretty inexperienced, but I definitely knew that I'd love to fuck Val. I flirted with her and she flirted back, but she was married and I knew nothing would ever happen. Well I didn't think so anyway. But you should know: by today's standards, Val was a MILF.

Getting to the point, Val's friend was getting married and she was in charge of the entertainment for the evening (i.e., a wedding shower). She told me she had lined up some gal to do a Lingerie Show for the ladies, and of course I commented that this sounded pretty sexy! She told me over lunch that day that she wished there was a male version of a Lingerie Party. I jokingly told her I'd model my underwear for her any time she wanted. We both kind've chuckled at that.

However, a week later, we were out at lunch once again, and she asked me if I was serious, because she'd been thinking about it and wanted to know if I'd give her and her girlfriends a little show at this shower she was planning. I told her of COURSE I was serious! I would have LOVED to get naked with this woman! I guess I assumed if I flashed a little, she'd drag me off to another room and I'd get to fuck her. I think she picked up on this too.

She told me that all the women (including her) were married, and this would purely be a modeling type gig – for fun. I would come out wearing different kinds of underwear (boxers, briefs, novelties), which the ladies could purchase. She told me in no uncertain terms that there would be no sex, and I was disappointed (to say the least). 

I thought about it for a while, and was a little embarrassed. I was also very turned on. She must've noticed my uneasiness and she asked me what I thought. I must've blushed, because she said "What the matter?" 

I was feeling pretty uncomfortable now, and she said "You know you can tell me..." 

"Well Val," I said, "I just think if I came out in my underwear in front of you, I'd embarrass myself." 

She got a strange look on her face, and asked what I meant. I fidgeted a little more and said "If I were in my underwear with you, I'd...uh... I think I'd get an erection...and you said 'no soup for you!' – I think I'd probably explode!" 

She looked thoughtful for a moment, and even a little surprised. 

"You know Jeff," Val said "my friends are all married - they've seen a stiff penis before, and they'd probably love it!" 

I was floored that she said "stiff penis" it sounded so clinical.. but so sexy! 

Of course, I wasn't giving up hope on Val, so I tried a different approach. I told her I didn't think it'd be fair for me to be standing in front of her and her friends with a hard-on while they were all fully clothed, and that it certainly wouldn't be fair for me to get no relief! What I wanted to say was "God Val, I'll want to slip my bone hard penis in to YOU", but I didn't.

"Jeff, if that happens," Val said "you could always go in to the bathroom and, you know, take care of it," adding "it's only natural". I thought I knew what she meant, and I was rather mortified thinking she knew I masturbated (I did, of course – a lot). Of course I'd never discussed this with her. 

"Everybody masturbates Jeff – Hell, the girls would probably love knowing that you had to 'go' for a few minutes". She went on, "As a matter of fact, you could probably just relieve yourself right there in front of us – I bet they love it!" 

Then she dropped the bomb "You know, I think I'd love to see you rub your stiffy", and added "but don't forget, we'd only watch; we're all married." 

I thought about this for a week, and being the young pup that I was, this was just too much. I wanted Val so bad, but I'd never even admitted masturbating, and I'd certainly never had anyone watch. It might be different if Val was naked and we were one-on-one, but I could barely picture that.

To make a long story short, it never happened. At the end of the summer, I went back to working the night shift, and I eventually took another job. I haven't seen Val since. 

God, did I regret that. Ever since then (and that was over 15 years ago), I'd fantasized about what that really would have been like. If I'd saved it all, I bet I'd have a gallon of semen saved up from all the times I'd ejaculated thinking about Val and her friends sitting on sofas and love seats watching me get myself off. Shit! I guess you could say that it's been my ultimate fantasy ever since. 

And yes, my ex used to watch me masturbate all the time. It's wasn't like I was getting much at home, so I jerked off a lot. She'd watch but didn't seem so thrilled. Besides, it wasn't like she was Valerie or anything. This was the mother of my children and I did get to fuck her on occasion. It certainly wasn't the same for me, either. She wasn't Valerie.

Fast forward the clock about 15 years. Now I'd been employed in the high tech (IT) business, and quite a few years ago I was responsible for some HR and Finance systems for the firm I worked at. In doing so I met Deb, an HR lady. God, can you imagine these days? 

Deb and I became fast friends. She was pretty hot too, and oh my GOD what a body she had. She was from Oklahoma and kind of had that "country girl" thing about her. She always wore super-tight jeans that showed off her wicked ass, and large (no ...HUGE) breasts; we're talking custom brassieres here. They jiggled and her nipples were always showing through her blouses, which I think is very, very sexy. 

Everyone in the whole facility was VERY familiar with Deb and her giant bosom, but we were good friends. I even got acquainted with her husband, and we'd go dirt-biking together from time to time. I flirted with her BIG time and she played the game right back. We went out to lunch almost every day. 

I think Deb really liked me because I had a "bad boy" look about me. I played guitar in a heavy metal band and looked the part. I had the long hair, wore tight jeans and studded belts, and all the accoutrements that go with that style/genre of music. I was definitely not a cowboy like her husband was. 

Deb's best friend was a Hispanic gal named Leah. I'd never met her until one day when it snowed and we were all leaving early. Deb and I thought we'd head to a local watering hole and have a few drinks until we had to get home later. That's when Leah showed up, and Deb introduced us. I was blown away. Here was this woman who had SUCH a gorgeous face. Full bee-stung lips, big brown eyes, and a knock-out smile. Wow! And guess what? She ALSO had huge breasts – at least a "D", I thought.  

So here I was sitting with these two bodacious dolls (thinking all kinds of sexual thoughts), when Leah decided to come along for drinks. I was thinking I was pretty lucky! We went to this cheesy Irish pub around the corner from work, and I was sitting pretty high on the hog with these two ladies. You can bet I flirted hard too. I half-joked about a three-way with them, and the booze flowed and flowed. 

Deb was married and Leah was living with some guy, so I didn't imagine I'd actually get any where with them, but I was having a blast! I was telling them I'd love to see their bare breasts side-by-side, so I could figure out who had the nicest bosom, who was bigger and all that. They seemed to love the attention. Leah was telling us that she was wearing a lace bra that day and she was a 36DD, and Deb remarked that she was wearing a silky bra and was a 36EE (no shit!). 

I just kept telling them how turned-on they were making me, and at one point they looked down at my lap and giggled about the obvious lump; teasing me about it, and telling me it was going to be a long night, etc. 

I just kept right on telling them I'd be in heaven if I could just see all four of those big breasts, and how when I got home I'd be all over myself like a cheap suit. They both laughed hysterically, and were definitely buzzing from the continuous cocktails.

I should probably point out here and now: I'm not even a "tit man". I mean I love breasts, don't get me wrong! All breasts, all women, all shapes and all sizes! I just love the female form, but I don't really care if a woman's breasts are big or small. I just happened to be with two ladies with BIG breasts!

Anyway, things were getting louder in this dump, so we all decided to go hop in the car, crank up the heat, turn on some tunes and continue to shoot the shit. So we piled in to Deb's car (a pretty fancy Audi) and cranked up the heat (in more ways than one). I sat in the back, and had a great time trying to catch a glimpse down one blouse or another, just ogling cleavage and all that woman flesh. God was I horny as hell!

Finally, I couldn't take it! 

I said to Leah "I see you were telling me the truth!"

"What?", Leah said with an odd look on her face 

"Well, I can see you ARE wearing a lace bra"! 

They both giggled.

Leah said "Yep", and even unbuttoned a couple of buttons so I could see more. 

God, her bra was just bulging with soft, fleshy womanhood, and I was freaking out!  Here's this gorgeous Latina showing me her bra and we're just all goofing off, playing these games. But she had on the very sexy bra that she'd mentioned earlier, and it was just *so* FULL of her bosom, that my mind was just reeling! 

"Well Deb, it's your turn!" I said. 

They both giggled again, and as if on a dare, Deb unbuttoned her very business like blazer and held it open enough for me to see the while silky fabric that could barely contain HER breasts. They were laughing, but I was staring openly; my jaw hanging like a moron. Then Deb started to button back up. 

Leah reached over and put her hand over the buttons, and said "Hey, no fair! I showed more than you did!" 

Naturally I chimed in and said "Yeah, don't be such a party pooper!"

Deb sighed and made a big show of opening her top more. Deb was laughing with Leah and I, but my jaw was still on the floor. I could see her big nipples, which were hard as diamonds and were poking out against the slippery fabric, and her pink areola were as big around as a Campbell's soup cans. 

These two pairs of breasts were fantastic and it was all I could do to not jump in the front seat and have my way with these women!

I couldn't take it any more, and started to reach for a breast (ANY breast) but Deb's bosom seemed most accessible. Leah playfully slapped my hand.

"Hey! No touching!" she breathed 

God, was I disappointed, and was quite vocal about it. The women went on and on about being married, being in love, and all that. I don't think I heard ANY of it. I was beside myself with desire, and they were teasing the crap out of me. This whole time, my jeans were just getting tighter and tighter.

The games and erotic discussion continued and I never got near either pair of gorgeous breasts. On the other hand, they didn't exactly rush to button back up either. 

I finally said "Come on ladies, show me your bare breasts; you KNOW I'm dying to see", and quickly added "even if I can't touch!" 

"We'll show you ours, if you show us", Leah blurted. There was complete silence as the ladies looked at each other, then burst in to alcohol-induced hysterics. Deb seemed particularly surprised by Leah's comment, but Leah persisted. 

"Okay ladies – fair is fair"

With a mischievous smirk, I hiked up my shirt to show them my furry chest. Leah even ran her fingers through my hair, and I sighed and sat back letting them look me up and down. They were very complimentary to, even commenting on the downy fuzz that covered my chest. God it was getting warm in that car – the windows even started to fog up! I sat there with my shirt under my arms and we all laughed, was loving all the "ohhhs and ahhhs" I was hearing.

"Okay ladies, it's your turn!" I said, and continued "I showed you my bare chest, now you show me yours!". 

"Oh, no WAY dude! We have a LOT more at risk than you to let you just show that hairy chest!", said Leah.

I swear to God, she winked at Deb, so she had to chime in too.

"That's right – We said we'd show you ours if you show yours, and I want to see what kind of underwear you have on! So, shuck down those Levi's honey!"

God, Deb always called me honey with the Oklahoma twang

She added "Besides, they look pretty uncomfortable from what I can see" 

I couldn't argue that, but I did try. 

Now, I should say that unlike a lot of the stories I've read, this one is true. I'll be truthful as well. I do NOT have a 10" penis that women can't keep their hands off, I can't make love 27 times in a day, shoot semen through a flaming hoop at 6 meters, NOR am I build like a body builder. I'll just say that I'm a reasonably attractive fellow with a decent build and "normal sized" penis. Enough said.

There was no talking the girls out of this.

Leah said "Well, if you don't want to show...", and they both started to reach for their buttons. They talked me in to it with such a small gesture.

"Okay, just hang on a damn second" (I avoided the phrase "Just keep your shirts on!"), acting all annoyed (yeah, right!). 

I got up on my knees in the back seat, kind've hunched over in that confined space. Not the most comfortable position, but I dutifully undid my belt and popped the buttons on my 501's and started to pull them down. I was kind've swaying my boney ass like I was a stripper or something. 

My friends were making comments and mock "cat-calls" as the waist of my Levis slid over my butt. Of course, my underwear started to come down with my pants, and Leah practically shouted

"I see your ass-crack, I see your ass crack", followed by more laughter from these gorgeous creatures. I loved this.

So I paused and made a big show of pulling up my underwear, while pulling down my jeans. I finally got those tight jeans down and wiggled my cotton-covered ass at them, and this time, to my surprise, Deb reached out and snapped the waist band of my skivvies making them snap. More giggles. I flopped back down on my butt while Leah was just about to swat me.

I wasn't exactly wearing sexy underwear or anything, but they weren't your typical Hanes either. They were actually a white pair of Calvin Klein high-cut briefs, with kind've a sculpted "pouch" in the front. I liked them because I thought they made me look just a little bigger than I was. It's a male ego thing, I think. 

Apparently the girls thought they looked okay, though they did tease me about "whitey-tighties" which brought on another round of giggles.

So here I am with these two beautiful women, now bent over the front seats watching my every move, and of course their breasts were half exposed, AND my levis were around my ankles. So I played up the tease/ham/show-off routine, and while I kind've opened my legs a little, I said "Like what you see? I think it's my turn!" It sure was pretty quiet now. 

Frankly, I was starting to get aroused, and it was WARM in the back of that car, so when I looked down, I was quite pleased. I looked like I was filling out my underwear pretty well. I looked back up and Deb and Leah were looking right at the front on my skivvies, which really were NOT doing a great job hiding my penis. The warmth in the car had my scrotum all loosened up too and my balls were hanging more than usual. I was feeling pretty stud-like sitting there like that with two lovely ladies eying me up and down.

Leah kind of whispered now.

"Looks like you're packing some meat there, Jeff"

Deb chimed in with,

"Yeah, a nice looking package!"

Of course, my penis seemed to be listening to these flattering remarks, and I could feel the blood pouring in and inflating me, making the bulge grow as I got more and more erect. 

Deb almost half-murmured "I like how I can see the ridge", and Leah added that she thought I was growing. 

I fidgeted a little, and I'm sure they could see my half-mast penis flopping around in my drawers. I was getting aroused, and it was a LITTLE embarrassing. I was in the "down position" too, so as I continued to stiffen the more uncomfortable I was getting as I started stretching that pouch out.

"Well, I'm just a guy in my underwear – I can't see what is so special", And quickly added "I think it's my turn for a little show"  

They looked at each other again, and something was clearly up between those two. 

"Well Jeff, you said you were going to show us, but you're just sitting there filling up your underwear. Is this what you want to see?" Leah asked.

I looked to see the straps of Leah's bra off her shoulders. I think I grew a little more, and unconsciously ran my fingertips over my growing penis to shift some things around. I never took my eyes off Leah as she cupped her two big bosoms in her hands and pushed them up, making the flesh jiggle as they started to spill over the top of her bra. Her skin was so soft and smooth – almost an olive complexion. The lace started to fall away and I licked my lips as the dark areolas were becoming exposed. 

I was becoming uncomfortably harder as Leah's gorgeous breasts came more and more in to view.

She stopped for a moment though, when Deb said "I think he likes you Leah!" as she giggled softly and pointed to my stretching crotch. 

"Jeff, you'd better give that thing some air, don't you think?" Leah agreed and stopped holding her breasts up for me. 

"That's right, and a deals a deal!" whispered Leah.

"No, it's okay – I'll just make a little adjustment", I said and reached in to my skivvies and moved my penis a little. 

"Don't be shy Jeff, if you want to see these" emphasizing her enormous breasts, "you'll strip those 'panties' down" 

God, why did she have to call them PANTIES any way? To make the point clearer, Leah reached down and snapped my waist band again.

I hooked my thumbs under the waist band and hesitated. 

"You guys promise you'll take your bras off so I can see both of you?" I was breathless, but quickly added "Everything?"

They giggled again, and Deb said "Where's the beef, honey!" 

Hell, at this point, I couldn't contain myself any more. My penis just had to come out, and I though "To hell with it!" 

As I pulled down my skivvies, my penis was still in the "down position".

Leah said "Yeah baby – Lets see what you have there!" 

More and more of my fleshy shaft was exposed as I lowered more. I paused when just my glans were tucked under the band.

"Ready?" I said. Both girls breathed "uh huh!" 

So I yanked down just a little more and like a spring, my penis pretty much exploded from my pants and made a 'thwap' sound as it slapped against my belly. They cheered, and the ever prim HR girl, Deb, said 

"NICE COCK!"

I was blown away, but delighted to be out of my underwear. It was quiet for a sec, and I watched the girls looking intently as my "cock" throbbed against my belly. I was pretty well slouched down in the seat still, so as more blood poured in to my glans, my penis seemed to want to stand. I was becoming completely and utterly erect in front of these girls and I'd still not seen a bare breast.





Deb and Leah: The Show Must Go On!



Leah said I looked like I was going to explode, as she eyed the long vein running up the underside of my shaft to the glans. 

"You have such a big head, and I love the way it flares out to such a big ridge running around the edge", Deb commented. 

I used my thumbs and made my penis stand up for her, and pointed "What? This"? She only nodded, but never took her eyes off of me.

Leah said she saw the veins on the top side of my penis as they were pulsing with my desire, and commented how much they protruded. I told her (no, I practically BEGGED her) to touch it. 

"No touching, but we love to look and watch! Deb, look at his balls! They look so hard and full! Do you see how his left nut hangs just a little lower?" 

I pushed my underwear down to my ankles and fingered my testicles around in my pouch. Of course my scrotum was loose, but it moved when I touched. They seemed fascinated by this thing. Sometimes us fellows rarely even notice, but they were in awe.

With these two ladies ogling my rigid erection, I'd almost forgotten about their gorgeous breasts right there in front of me. Deb said 

"Will you get up on your knees so we can see how your cock looks when you're standing?" Deb asked. 

I wiggled around and managed to get on my knees with my erection standing proud at a 45 degree angle from my stomach. God, I was harder than a calculus test! 

Deb noticed too, and she told Leah "Well, I can't see what harm a touch could do!" 

As she leaned over the seat to get closer to my bouncing penis and testes, her breast popped out of the bra and top, and her large, suck able nipples immediately caught my attention. But then I felt her fingers under my scrotum, seeming to weigh their fullness. I gasped with pleasure as she held my swollen nuts and pushed them around inside my sack. I was in ecstasy. 

Then she dragged her finger tips up the length of my shaft, then back down and under my scrotum. She did this a few times, then gripped my shaft firmly and watched the skin move back and forth over my penis. She told me she loved how I was circumcised; because there wasn't a lot of loose skin. 

She didn't stop! She just squeezed and slid her tiny fist up and down my shaft. I was really enjoying how the top of her hand, between her thumb and fore-finger nudged up against my glans and back and forth over the corona. I started to leak pre-cum, and I thought I would explode when Leah, watching with the same interest that a scientist might have, suddenly said "Deb! That's enough!"

I whimpered. I felt like a teenager. I was going to cum and I told them it wouldn't take long but couldn't just stop! Deb and Leah looked at each other.

"Ah-hah! Well, now it's YOUR turn Jeffrey"

Together they lifted their bras up until their amazing breasts swung free. God, Deb's nipples were huge – sticking out almost a half-inch, and such a light pink! Her areolas were puckered, and I love that. I call them Braille Nipples, because even a blind man would be able to tell she was aroused. Her breasts were incredibly firm for their size and I loved the way they moved and swung and finally settled on the seat in front of her.

Leah's breasts were nearly as big, but her nipples were puffy and swollen. Light brown in color and nearly two inches across, and just so...so suck able. She held them for me and squeezed them, while lightly pinched her nipples. 

Then they both asked (almost like it was planned) "Do you like our breasts Jeff?" 

I couldn't answer. I just reached down to touch (I was still kneeling). Once again they said "No touching!", almost simultaneously. God I was frustrated, horny and ready to shoot the biggest load of semen of my life, and I couldn't even touch them! 

I told them I was so hot and bothered, I was going to have to cum. Leah snickered at the look of dismay on my face, and said "Good...do it!" and added "We want to watch your cum fly and splatter all over"

"That's right" Deb said. "We want to see you get yourself off, so go for it!!" 

Suddenly my mind snapped back 20 years to Valerie, and her sexy request; the one I was too chicken to act on. My mind reeled! I pretty much knew I wasn't going to get laid, I wasn't going to get a threesome, no one was going to give me a blowjob, or even a handjob, and it sure appeared that I wouldn't get to get my hands on these two pairs of fantastic breasts. But I needed to unload, and I needed to unload BAD. I was worked up to the point of desperation! I mean, we'd been flirting and had been verbally sexual all afternoon, and my penis had been up and down like a yo-yo. 

But right now, I was kneeling in the back seat of Deb's car, my rock-hard penis jutting out lewdly, my balls were heavy with semen, and these two gorgeous women with their breasts half-exposed were encouraging me to masturbate. My only concern: Did these women really want to see me masturbate and shoot, or were they just teasing me? I hesitated for just a second.

"Okay - What do you want me to do"?

Deb, the most prim and proper HR lady didn't hesitate for a second. She said "Show us how you jerk off! Just sit back, relax, wrap your hand around that fat cock and rub one out!" 

God she was a dirty girl! 

Leah was pretty quiet for now. She just focused on my exposed penis and heavy balls. My package was bouncing around as I slumped back in the seat and straightened my legs underneath me, and she never took her eyes off me. However, she did continue to caress her big bosom and pinch her nipples. God, they were fantastic!!

My hands wandered to my lap now. With one hand, I traced my finger tips over my swollen shaft. I guess I wasn't quite ready to "jerk off", as Deb so eloquently put it. I was feeling like I couldn't possibly make this a 30 second show and have these beautiful women think I was "Two Tug Tommy". After all, I had some pride left, even if I did feel like I was going to explode!

With my other hand, my finger tips moved over the sensitive skin of my scrotum, which at this point was still very relaxed. My full testes hung loosely, bobbing naturally in their warm sac. I think Leah was particularly intrigued by my balls. She remarked once again that she loved how my left testicle was hanging a little lower than my right. 

Here she was, continually saying "no touching", but then she reached down and lightly touched the soft skin of my scrotum and watched it move and contract and she pushed my left testicle up and down.

I moved my hand again and continued running my finger tips over my penis. I could feel the veins expanding with the pulse with my heart beat, as I touched myself all over. I could feel the skin continuing to tighten along my staff, and could feel the ridge of my glans starting to become even more pronounced as the head of my penis started to bulge. I was simply engorged!

While I was concentrating on pleasuring myself for these ladies I looked up, seeing my friends enjoying my proud manhood standing tall before them. Both girls whispered encouraging remarks. Leah whispered to Deb that I had a beautiful penis, and Leah sighed and said that she loved how straight my cock was, how the veins bulged, and how fat my head was. 

"Come on Jeff, show us how you pleasure yourself", Deb prompted. She was caressing her big, hard nipples at this point too, and I couldn't take my eyes off either of them.

The encouragement was definitely making me feel more and more brave, so I wrapped my big hand around the lower part of my penis and gently squeezed, feeling the blood rush up the shaft in to my glans. While maintaining a light grip, I moved my hand upward and looked down to see the head of my penis still swelling.

The once somewhat wrinkled, fleshy colored appearance of my glans was quickly changing before my eyes. My glans were turning slightly pink and becoming shiny as my skin expanded to make room for my arousal. My hand tightened around the base of my penis, but remained loose toward the top, where my fingers could lightly rub against the ridge around the helmet-shaped glans. 

God, it felt so good! It was SUCH a turn-on to be masturbating in front of these two lovely women. Truly a fantasy-come-true, and after all these years! 

I pulled upward slowly, watching my penis lose that innocent look. My penis was completely erect and begging for attention. It stood proudly, as my hand moved more swiftly and urgently up and down my shaft. The girls were getting an eye full, and so was I, watching their jiggling breasts, caressing fingertips, and hard nipples. 

I was completely aroused and totally turned on. My glans was a much darker shade of red now, and quite a bit wider across than the thickest part of my shaft. The head now looked a bit like a big mushroom starting at the very tip, and flaring out before the paler skin of my phallus met with it. I moved my finger tips under my glans where the skin of my shaft meets the head at the corona, and gentle moved them in a circular motion. 

"God that must feel so good", Leah gasped as a bit of lubricating pre-cum started to leak out of the tip of my penis. 

I realized that whatever innocent look my penis might have had before, had been replaced. I no longer held a penis in my big hands; I was holding my cock; A completely erect, completely rigid extension of my body, and a proud symbol of my arousal for these women. 

"Oh yeah baby, come on and rub that big cock for us – make all that hot cum shoot out!" Deb said.

The women were REALLY enjoying my fantasy-come-true, as I was sitting there in that warm car, stroking my rock-hard shaft for their entertainment. They were watching my hips move, my breathing becoming more ragged, my eyes rolling back in my head, and moans escaping my lips. My balls bounced up and down while I stroked myself a little harder. Soon they were tightening against my body and were definitely bloated with semen.

Deb and Leah were watching my dick intently as my strokes became more aggressive; more desperate. Telling them how good they were making my cock feel, I was continually rewarded by watching these gals touching and pinching their nipples, and gently squeezing the soft tissue of their big breasts. They knew that my balls were completely loaded with boiling semen. No, not semen: cum; White-Hot, scalding cum. It needed to come out.

I bent to my task now, my hand moving much faster up and down my cock. I still had a firm grip at the base of my shaft, and the top edge of my fingers brushed back and forth over the ridge around the head of my cock. Pre-cum was started to leak out, and was being smeared over my thick head, which is now a very deep red. My hand moved faster and faster, and my other hand was touching my balls...and under my balls, just as I'd imagined doing in front of Valerie and her friends, all those years before; jerking off firmly and steadily. 

I could feel flutters like birds in my lower abdomen. I could feel my balls aching to release of their healthy load. My cock was pulsing in my hand. I was watching the girls who were listening to me react, watching intently and encouraging me with downright dirty things to say.

"Come on baby – blow your load!", "Beat that big cock", and the like. I was almost delirious as the girls looked on with anticipation. I kept thinking about how prim and proper these women were at work (particularly Deb!), and how downright dirty they were talking to me now!

I was going to cum in a big way, and soon. Those birds in my stomach were moving around almost feeling like little cramps; the beginning of my orgasm. I was moaning and whimpering as my hand jerked and stroked up and down my rigid cock. I could feel cum boiling in my balls, and Leah and Deb could see the semen trickling out of the opening in my angry looking cock-head. The lubrication it created pushed me over the top.

"Cum Jeff, let us see that big load", Leah said.

She'd dropped her hand from her big, brown nipples and was caressing my thigh just lightly. Deb dropped her hand to my other thigh.

"Yeah baby, let it go – let it fly!" 

Leah said to Deb, almost like I wasn't there "I love watching him beat off! Look at his hand stroke that cock!"

As I rubbed myself faster and faster, I could feel the hot cum traveling through my balls, building at the base of my dick. It always amazes me how much harder my cock gets just before I cum, and the girls noticed as well. 

"Oh my God Jeff – you're going to cum – I can see it!" Leah said.

Pre-cum was smeared all over my cock now and I was a mess, beating my cock faster and faster. Cum started to gather and dribble out of my bloated cock-head. 

"Cum Jeff!" Deb said.

"Leah! He's cumming!" 

Then as if all the birds in my stomach started to fly away, a big thick ropey jet of semen flew out of my cock. It shot nearly straight up in the air and landed just under my chin. It was very warm against my skin. Another big wad of cum exploded from my dick drawing a white line of cum up my chest. That was immediately followed by another blast. It almost felt like someone had fed a length of cord into my penis, and were now slowly pulling it out in jerks and twitches.

I watch the girls smiling and encouraging me excitedly, but I never took my eyes off their jiggling tits, as I felt the ecstasy of my release. My torrential ejaculation started to subside along with the contractions within my cock. My hand slowed almost to a stop, as I squeezed the last bits of my arousal out of my excited dick. 

"Oh my God Leah, did you see how far his cum flew!?"

Leah nodded and added excitedly "that was such a huge load!" Then she reached down and touched one of the big puddles of cum on my stomach, wiggling around in it. With a smile, she tasted just a drop of me. Deb also had a little taste of my puddled up pleasure, telling me I was awesome.

I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying my self-inflicted pleasure, listening to the girls talk excitedly about what I'd just done. I leaned back in my long-awaited bliss and looked down. My cock was turning back into a penis now, but it looked as if someone has drawn thick white lines up my belly and chest. God, it felt SO good to cum and feel that release. I was SO glad Deb and Leah were there!

Well, the girls helped me clean up and I stowed away my equipment. I was disappointed to see those gorgeous breasts being packed back in to their bras, but I guess all wonderful things need to come to an end. 

We all talked about how fun and erotic this had been, and I did express my disappointment that I didn't get to have sex with either of them. I told them both how beautiful they were, and how delighted I'd be to try it again sometime, but perhaps in a different environment where we could all be more comfortable. However, it was getting late, and the gals needed to get home, so we went our separate ways.

Unfortunately, I never got to do this with Deb and Leah again. Six months or so later, Leah was laid off amid significant downsizing at the company. Deb and I remained friends for quite a while after this, and we spoke of that day quite often. One day, out of the blue, Deb and I made love and it was incredible. For a couple of years after that, we'd sneak off for lunch time quickies, but I think that would be a whole new story. 

I'd also started a relationship with a gal and told Deb about it. She seemed to cool off quite a bit after that, and at one point told me that if I continued with this other girl, she'd no longer have sex with me. I thought this was pretty selfish, as she was clearly having relations with her husband, but when I wanted to have a relationship other than her, it wasn't cool. 

I told her this, and much to my disappointment we really haven't seen each other since. We did part as friends, but I will never forget that snowy afternoon.



Deb and Me



Deb and me started talking on the internet about 6 months ago. We discussed each other's sexual desires and found out we had a lot in common. We talked about golden showers and everything else. We finally agree to meet and arrange to meet at a motel.

We meet and rip each other's clothes off. I start licking her sexy tits and get her nipples rock hard. I move my way down and have her lay down on the bed near the edge. I spread her legs and slowly spread your wet pussy lips and slide my tongue deep inside her. I slowly lick her up and down slowly teasing her clit. As I suck her clit in my mouth she starts to shake and I taste her sweet juices drinking all she has to offer. I get up and slide my hard cock deep inside her. I fuck her hard and fast and finally fill her pussy full of hot cum. I get off of her and lay on the bed, she sits on my face and I lick her sweet pussy clean from my cum. As I finish she tells me to go to the bathroom and lay in the tub. She stands over me and starts to pee all over me.

She said no one has ever let her do that and she is glad I am her first. When she is done she pushes her pussy to my mouth and I start licking her again. She has another orgasm and then we go back to the bed. She said she has a surprise for me I see she is getting something out of her bag, and find out it is a strap on dildo. She straps it on and tells me to get on all fours. She lubes the dildo and my ass and then starts slowly sliding her "cock" in me.

God it felt great as she slowly took her time sliding it in me. When I got use to it she started fucking me hard and deeper saying how she always wanted to fuck a guy's ass. Then while fucking me we heard a knock at the door, she pulled out and went to get it. It was her friend Angie, she told Angie to strip and get in front of me so that I could eat her pussy.

While I was licking her pussy I started tasting cum, I asked her and she said she just got through fucking her boyfriend and that he filled her pussy full. I went back to licking her and Deb starting fucking my ass again. When Angie seen Deb fucking my ass, she started to cum. She said she is gonna have to do that to her boyfriend. Deb, finally got done fucking my ass and sat on Angie's face. I never seen two women going at it and this turned me on big time. Deb told me to fuck Angie's pussy and I slowly started to slide my cock in her and fucked her good and hard. I filled her full of cum, and she said thanks that she was gonna make her boyfriend clean her up.

She got dressed and kissed us both and left. Deb and me made hot passionate sex the rest of the day before she left to go home.



Deb Ch. 2



It was a couple of weeks later when Jeff came over to my place to play some computer games. I had a couple of computers networked together, and we would get together occasionally to play some computer games against each other. This particular Saturday, Deb came with him, apparently she had called in sick or was taking a vacation day.

It was still during the heat wave we had that summer. Even though they showed up late in the morning, my apartment was already beginning to warm up. I was just wearing shorts, and Jeff and Deb were both wearing shorts and tee shirts. Jeff removed his shirt shortly after we started playing and Deb started to do the same.

"What are you doing?" Jeff asked her.

"Same thing as you, taking off my shirt. It is pretty warm up here after all," she replied.

"I don't think so," Jeff started to say.

"Oh relax, I'm wearing my bikini underneath. Remember, I've been up here before and I came prepared," and off came her shirt. 

The bikini top she was wearing was a little small. On a larger breasted woman, it would have left the sides and bottoms exposed. But on her, it covered most of her breasts pretty well. It left a lot of cleavage open, not that she had much, but it still caught my eye.

She spent the next couple of hours watching TV. My apartment was a studio apartment, the TV sat on the far center wall, and the computer's were against the sides of the same room, opposite of each other. This made it so that we could look at each other's screens when needed, but it also made it difficult for Deb to hear the TV over us sometimes. She would occasionally get up and sit by Jeff's computer, watching his game, displaying some type of interest in what he was doing.

Anybody that knows a computer geek can relate to how we can lose track of time and what's going on around us. Well, I didn't know what time it was for sure when Deb spoke up, "Are you guys hungry?"

"Yeah," I answered

"Hugh?" Jeff answered.

"I said, are you guys hungry?" Deb asked again as she walked over to Jeff.

"Sort of," I replied.

"Hugh," Jeff answered again. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Jeff almost shouted a moment later.

"Trying to get your attention," I heard Deb answer.

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Deb's back with her elbows sticking out at shoulder level and her hands at her shoulders. From what I could tell, she had her top pulled up and was flashing him.

"Well, you got it. Now, what do you want," Jeff snapped.

"I'm getting hungry and was wondering if you were to." I was sure now that she had pulled her bikini top up, because she was definitely pulling it down now. 

"Not right now, let me finish this level and we'll go get something."

Jeff and I went back to our game and finished the level shortly. Without thinking about it, we automatically went into the next level and started playing again.

"Jeff!" she said when she noticed we were playing again. "You said we'ld go get something."

"I know, I know. Just let us finish this level."

This is when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking over, there was Deb with her top pulled up flashing her tits to me. This was the second time that I got a look at her tits and was by far the best view that I had. She had small tits as I said in the previous story, and they sagged a little. Normally I wouldn't find them attractive, but there is something about when a girl flashes her tits at you that makes almost any set of tits look sexy. She had one hand holding a finger to her lips indicating, "Shhh," to me. She pulled her top back down and asked me, "How about you, are you hungry or what?"

I reached over and hit the escape key, exiting the game. "Yeah, I guess I'm hungry, where do you want to go?" 

"Hey, hey, what happened to the game?" Jeff spoke up. When I exited the game, this had the effect of ending his game to. 

"Deb and I are going to get something to eat. Do you want to come along?" I asked Jeff.

"I guess so."

With that, we went down to the local greasy burger and got lunch. Jeff and Deb sat next to each other, and I sat across from them. Deb had put her tee shirt back on, but when we sat down, I discovered that she had taken her bikini top off somewhere along the line. The air conditioning was making her nipples hard and they were poking out through her shirt. I had a hard time not staring while we were eating.

Back at my apartment, Jeff and I started our game back up, when she tapped me on the shoulder again. She had her finger up to her lips again indicating she wanted me to be quite. When she was sure she had my attention, she pulled up her shirt exposing her tits to me. She set it on the back of my chair and put her bikini top back on. To this day, I'm still not sure why she did that. I wanted to reach up and feel her breast, but with Jeff in the room I thought better of it.

We were getting pretty intense into our game when Deb went over and stood in front of one of the fans. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her turning, with her arms in the air. I didn't think anything of it so I kept playing. A few minutes later, she went back to the couch and went back to watching the tube. 

I died in the game giving me a couple of minutes as a break from game play. I started to make comments about the game, looking over at Jeff and stopped in mid-sentence. This is when I noticed Deb; she was sitting topples on the couch. Again she had her fingers up to her lips and I didn't say a word about her. I tried to continue on about my comments without stuttering, but I had a hard time of it. 

When Jeff finally died or completed the level, he started to say something and stopped in mid-sentence. "Christ, Deb, what do you think you are doing?"

"I was hot, and figured that since you guys are topless I might as well be to. Besides, you guys are busy with your game and I figured that you wouldn't notice."

"Well we did, now, put your top back on."

"No, I figure this way you guys might pay more attention to me…"

They bickered back and forth like this for a couple of minutes. Not wanting to interfere, I went back to the game and started playing again. I think Deb won this argument because several minutes later Jeff joined into the game and when I snuck a look, Deb was still topless. Obeying Deb's wish, we both took turns talking to her when we were between game play.

At one point I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back, I got a little surprise. Jeff and Deb were locked in a kiss. But the interesting thing was that her shorts were pulled down to her knees and he was busy fingering her. She had her back to me so I didn't see anything, but being polite, I stepped back into the bathroom making a noise of some sort trying to make them aware of my presence. When I walked into the living room Deb had lost her shorts and was walking over to one of the fans naked. Jeff was twirling her shorts on his hand.

My confusion must have been obvious when I stopped dead in my tracks. I think I must have just stood there with my mouth open. 

"She said she was hot and wanted to take her shorts off too, so I assisted." With that he got up and grabbed her shirt and bikini top off of the couch and headed for the front door.

"Where are you going with my clothes?"

"Well, you said that you are to hot to where them, so I am just helping you stay cool by helping you to avoid the temptation of putting them back on," he said bitterly as he shut the door behind him. 

He had been gone a couple of minutes when she walked over to me, grabbed my hand and stuck it on her cunt. She stood there with her hands on her hips, elbows out with her head leaned back. I thought about trying to lick her, but the angle was all wrong. I rubbed her clit and pussy until we heard Jeff at the door. She walked back to the couch and I started up the game. Not a word was said between us while he was gone. 

"What did you do with my clothes?" she asked him.

"I put them in the car so you wouldn't be tempted to put them back on and complain about being to hot again."

"Well, what am I going to where when we leave?"

"I'll go get them when that time comes."

He joined me in the game, and I really sucked from that point on. What can I say, I had a beautiful woman sitting naked in my apartment, and I kept stealing looks. I wasn't able to focus to well on the game. At one point she was sitting cross-legged, with her pussy open to the TV. Boy did I wish that I was sitting where the TV was. After she started sitting like that, I would occasionally catch her hand down between her legs, I assume playing with herself. She would always have her hand pulled away whenever one of us died in the game. 

Eventually she got up and stood in front of the fan again, turning occasionally. When she was done, she walked over to Jeff and stood beside him, running her fingers through his hair. When she didn't get any attention from him, she came over and sat by me. At first she sat with her legs together, but after a few minutes, she changed to a cross-legged position. 

I saw her moving around in her chair out of the corner of my eye. I wasn't sure what she as doing at first so I looked the first chance I got. Imagine my surprise when I looked over and saw what I was imagining only a short while ago, her open pussy just a couple of feet from me. She didn't shave and I am pretty sure that she didn't trim either. She didn't have hair growing all over the place, and it wasn't long. Under normal circumstances I am pretty sure that it would have normally hidden her pussy lips, but they were puffy and swollen and peeking out through the hair. 

I went back to my game and died real quickly. When I looked back at Deb, she had parted her bush and I had a better view of her pussy. The lips were now parted and I could see their inner pink, and they were glistening with moisture, and her clit was trying to poke out from under it's hood. I could smell her musk from where I sat. I turned and talked to her, my eyes constantly drifting down to her bare tits and naked pussy. Occasionally her hand would move to her pussy and she would rub herself, never more than a couple of strokes.

Finally Jeff died or conquered the level; I really wasn't paying attention at this point. When he saw us sitting there talking he spoke up, "Alright, I think it is about time to go. Come on Deb." He got up and started walking towards the door. He stopped, and repeated himself, "Come on Deb, it's time to go."

"Aren't you going to get my clothes first?"

"No, I think that it is to warm out there and you might get to hot wearing them."

"But someone might see me."

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Jeff, please."

"No, now let's go."

She got up and walked to the door, following him into the hallway naked. I watched from the window as they exited the building and walked to the car. She got in and sat real low. I saw them bickering for a few minutes before he got back out of the car and got her shirt out of the trunk. She sat a little higher in the car after she put it back on, and they took off. 

The next Monday at work, the only mention of what happened that day was that Jeff made the comment that the next time we played, he wasn't going to bring Deb with him. I always made it a point to come up with some excuse to talk to Deb after that, hoping that I might get another chance to see more of her naked or hopefully something else. 

But that is another story.



Deb Does Anything



Deb was very cute about 5'5'', maybe 115lbs with brownish blonde hair, green eyes, nice full breasts and a tight little ass. We met online and had one chance meeting at the grocery, we set a date. It didn't take long at all to find out that we had major chemistry. I picked her up from her apartment, she was dressed in tight jeans with a sexy top that revealed just enough to spark interest... I decided to Deb to a quiet mom and pop Italian restaurant. Great food, however the whole ordeal of eating food quickly became pointless. The wine was flowing, our eyes connecting, the chatter commenced. I cannot tell you if it was three bites or four, but picking at food, that just doesn't quite satisfy the type of hunger that was brewing between us. The go boxes really couldn't come quick enough... but little did I know.

Seconds into the parking lot, we near my vehicle and the fireworks ignite. We are all over each other, deep kissing, tongues searching, hands moving all over each other. Seconds turn to minutes, I have Deb push up against my truck going at each other totally oblivious to the world around us. This goes on for some time, when finally we come up for air and notice we have captured the attention of a few onlookers. Laughing we hop into the car and right back at it... deep kissing, my hands searching her body, feeling her firm breast, grabbing her nice ass... I can feel her sucking my tongue as if she was sucking a cock. Excited I begin to move my hand down toward her crotch, wanting to get in her pants so I can finger her... she stops me. Wow, I think, I am so fucking horny it's crazy. I couldn't believe she was stopping me. I keep my cool though and try again moving my hand lower... Denied!! WOW, again I am freaking! But little did I know...

She stops kissing me, looks me in the eye and she says "we can't do that". I'm blown away, thinking wow, WTF, is this my luck??? I no more get the thought into my mind and she is grabbing at my zipper. Moments later she is flopping my hard, throbbing, 8" cock from my pants and plunges me down her throat... "Oh fuck", her mouth is so hot, wet, and inviting. She is so fucking eager, and seems so turned on to have me down her throat. She begins working my meat, stoking it, pounding my cock down her throat, over and over again. I can hardly believe, she is so thirsty, on fire, she appears starving, almost desperate for a drink of cum. Enjoying this intense mouth fuck, I finally realize we are still in the parking lot and still being watched. 

I start my truck and somehow navigate my way out of the parking lot with Deb's sweet mouth latched onto my throbbing cock. She is working my meat hard, deep sucking and pumping her throat up and down. She moves up my cock now and begins licking, teasing, sucking the head, while I try my best to keep my vehicle on the road. Her tongue is so fucking wet and so fucking strong, she is tearing up my aching cock with her tongue, licking, teasing, then slamming me down her throat. So fucking sweet, I can feel her hunger for cock milk, wanting it pouring down her throat. She works my aching cock over and over again, licking, tugging, sucking her lips tightly over the head and then deep down her throat again and again. I'm loving every second of her mouth fuck, finally I can stand no more and I EXPLODE a huge load of cum into her mouth and she gobbles every last drop. I can hardly imagine how turned on she appears by my cum, almost as if she were having an orgasm herself!

I am amazed, I've been with a lot of women and this blowjob was top shelf!! But little did I know at the time... 

The blowjob was awesome. I find a nice secluded area to park. We get out of the truck with the remaining bottle of wine from the restaurant in tow. I set the tailgate down, lift her onto the tailgate, then open the bottle, take a drink and hand her the bottle. We chill out under the stars, talking a while and listening to music. It is no time at all and Deb is pounding my cock down her throat again. This time while laying down in the bed of my truck, she gets my pants off and she goes to playing, sweet slurping and sucking, her mouth all over my cock. She moves down licking my balls while stroking my meat with her hand, deep sucking and tongue all over me... it appears she cannot get enough cock and my cock is fucking impressed!! Slurping, sucking, pounding me deep... She is so into this, I can see her wiggling as she sucks me, almost grinding her hips, like she is fucking. She starts stoking my cock with one hand, cupping my balls with the other, lips locked hard to the head of my cock sucking and swirling her tongue. She starts pumping my meat, building her rate of stroke faster and faster, jerking me off while sucking. Her hands are so strong, she has hold of my thick shaft, pumping, stroking me so fucking fast, she is forcing the cum up from my balls by gentle squeezing them while she locks her lips onto my cock. It's too fucking good... BAM!! I release another load of cum streaming into her mouth. She loves this, it's easy to see she has a real taste for cum, she eagerly drinks it down. 

Before the night was done, she sucked me off a third time! Little did I know...

Honest, no lie... I couldn't help myself, was I going to see her again, "Hell Yes!!". I really wanted to pay her back for the great cock sucking, and nail her with a great fuck. Little did I know. The next day, the very next time I saw her she came by my house. Ten minutes later, I am down her throat on my couch. Serving my cock to her mouth over and over again... she is loving it and so fucking thirsty it's just unbelievable!!

This goes on for at least 2 weeks, she is always over to my house and I'm mouth fucking her constantly. Anytime I want, in the kitchen, on the couch, in my truck, the back porch, in the bathroom... anywhere and anytime, she is so open to my cock and always thirsty, always!! 

After 2 solid weeks of mouth fucking Deb again and again and again. Suddenly, one night she is sucking my cock in front of a sparkling fire I've built in my living room fireplace, when she decides to let me fuck her. For a second I didn't know what to do... I can fuck her. Suddenly it clicked, I can fuck her! I wasted no time at all diving into her pussy, like a hunger dog, I began lapping and sucking on her clit. This was the first time I saw Deb completely naked, she had a nice pretty little pussy, with small thin pink lips, she was super wet and nicely trimmed with only a small patch of hair over her clit. I licked her with my tongue and she tasted great, I buried 2 fingers into her pussy and she moaned and met my fingers by pushing against my thrust. I began finger fucking her, while getting a real good taste of her sweet pussy. Then I move and flip over her, straddling her head, I begin fucking her mouth while I'm fingering and licking her from above. She was so hot and dripping wet, so I took my time deep fucking her mouth while I fingering and teasing her clit. After a couple of minutes Deb begins to push her pussy aggressively onto my penetrating fingers, I can fill her pussy start to tighten and she begins to orgasm on my tongue and fingers. I throw my fingers deep into her pussy grinding them deep and hard as the waves of her orgasm lets loose. 

I can stand it no more! I want to fuck this girl now, I have been mouth fucking her for weeks, I am so ready to destroy that pussy. I move over her in a military style push up position. I thrust my big cock into her wet pussy and begin my push up fucking. Slowly moving my cock deep into her pussy in and out, in a push up motion, fucking her, meat to pussy, no other touching, just my hard cock penetrating her wet pussy as I hover above her, pushing up and down, slowly working that pussy with my cock. I keep slow and deep thrusts at first, building my thrust rate as she moans. Deeper and harder building and building, pushing up and down. I can tell, she is really into it now, moaning and grabbing at my ass. I move, throw her legs over my shoulders pinning them, I start hammering her now. Slamming my cock hard into her pussy, pounding it deep. I can hear a slap against her pussy as I hammer and hammer... faster, harder... She begins thrusting into me, meeting my hammering with her hips. She pushes and grinds as she explodes into another orgasm. She grabs and pulls me into her forcing my cock deep inside. 

I let the waves of her orgasm subside, making sure to allow my cock the pleasure of feeling her pulsating pussy as she cum. I tell her to flip onto her knees so I can get her from behind. I throw my cock into her, grabbing her hips and pulling her into my cock. I begin pounding my big cock deep into her dripping wet pussy dogging style. Thrusting, pulling her into my large cock, force feeding her pussy my meat. I take my time enjoying a few minutes of the crackling of the fire and forcing my cock deep into her pussy. Then I reach my left around so I can reach her clit, I start fingering her clit as I fuck her from behind. it only takes a minute or two and she is thrusting her pussy back onto my cock in another violent orgasm. I slam my cock deep, grinding into her allowing her to enjoy the release. 

I now push her down, flat onto her belly and I whisper in her ear "can you take me in your ass?"... she tells me she has never done that before. Normally I would ask if she would like to try, but for some reason, that isn't how I felt at all. I waste no time at all and just took control, thrusting my cock deep into her ass. She gasps a deep breath, maybe wincing as I penetrated her ass. I start slowly moving, slow, short and deep into her tight ass, I hear her moan, she is gripping onto the air mattress with both hands, holding on for all she has. I can see her in the fire light, she appears unsure of what is coming next. I start deep fucking her hard now, increasing my motion. It does take long and I am pounding that ass and I mean hard! The more she grabs, holds and moans the deeper and harder I pound my cock into her ass. 

She is learning to take my meat and that I will take, what I want, when I want it!! I'm relentless, I am punishing her ass for never being fucked before. Too, punishment for all the good mouth fucking she did for my cock. Within a minute or two of adjusting and her grip begins to loosen. She is being force feed cock and she is starting to like it. She begins arching her ass back toward my cock getting an angle she enjoys even more. I am pounding her, slapping my belly into her ass as I thrust my cock deep into her. Pounding and pounding, I can tell she is getting into this now, pushing against my cock as I thrust... I again reach a hand under so I can find her clit, I finger her clit and she explodes almost immediately!! Thrusting her ass as hard as she can onto my cock... I meet that by bury my meat deep, deep as I can into her ass. 

My cock is aching for relief... I pull out of her ass, move to her and bury my cock down her throat. I explode a load of cum into her wanting swallow. I pour cum down into her throat and then collapse next to her in front of the flickering fire.

The next couple of weeks were awesome, Deb was a very good girl always paying attention to my cock and letting me do absolutely anything I wanted. I taught her to take a nice ass fucking and I was always meat mouth fucking her over and over again. I would spend extra time pounding out her pussy at night. I worked from home a lot and would make her come by when she left work to mouth fuck me. She would then drive home shower, change and come back for more. I would mouth fuck her before dinner and then hammer that pussy and ass as we went to bed! I would show up at her work and have her suck me off in the parking lot, or have her meet me for lunch in the park and throat fuck me. Deb loved cum and it really seemed like a huge turn on for her. She loved cock down her throat and she loved to fuck.

I'd known Deb about a month, when she shows up at my home as usual, she seems a bit different. I sit on the couch, flick on some porn and meat throat fuck her as I often do watching porn and letting her work my meat... enjoying her sweet thirsty sucking, I push her deep onto my cock as I burst my load down her throat. Afterwards she tells me that her sister got a new job and is moving in two weeks, leaving her no place to stay. I figured what the fuck, Deb is fun and awesome for my cock, so I offer that she can stay with me while things get figured out.

Cool... show she brings her things over. I now have access to her throat, mouth fuck, ass and pussy... anytime I want and I use it quite well. It's hard to describe how nice it is having a cock loving woman like Deb around, but I can tell you it was working out for me. Deb having worked with her sister, also had a job change. She was now contracting work, which required travel. So off she goes for her first assignment. Of course while she stayed with me, I had let Deb use my computer for email and such. We met online and had since agreed not to meet anyone new, we were now dating each other.

I begin perusing my computer. I looked at my browser history and noticed Yahoo mail sessions. At that point I guess it dawned on me that I really like Deb, but I really didn't know much about her. Suddenly it dawned on me that my cock has said she can stay with us, my other head did no checking at all. I click into her email and it logs me right in. Up until this point I had a real thing for Deb, she was hot and so fucking awesome to be around especially for my cock!! I wasn't expecting the emails to someone states away and her using the term "I love you", and this only a couple of days before leaving on her trip. Wow... I was kind of blown away!!

That changed things significantly for me... of course I could confront her and send her away. However, I'm not sure that my cock would be happy about that. I contemplate this over the next few days, thinking about what I should do. Before I was thinking the possibility of relationship, now that seemed completely off the table for me! Here she moved into my place, yet still in love with someone else. I basically came to the conclusion that I would push her away. So when I mean push, I mean,. see just how far I can push her... literally!! I began to think of every kinky, freaky, controlling, sexual situation I could create and I will pull Deb in to see just how far she will go.

To be continued...



Deb Does Her Boss and I Eat Deb



Although this is a story of a wife's seduction, there is some male to male contact as well, so if that's not your thing, you may want to pass.

*****

My wife of 40 years has always been reserved when it comes to non traditional sex. That's never stopped me from hoping though.

About a year ago, she switched jobs to a project manager for a software firm here in Colorado. She really liked the work as well as the people she worked with. Her boss was a good guy about her age and they hit it off early. More and more frequently they started putting in longer hours trying to get a new release finished for some software for a large company. Deb told me she was sorry she was gone so much but after the release, things should ease up a bit.

Not long after that, she told me Mike had asked her out to dinner a couple of times but she had told him no. I didn't see anything wrong with it since I've been out to dinner with female colleagues in the past so I encouraged her to go. I didn't give it a second thought at the time. About a week later, Deb called me to say she was going out to dinner with Mike and would be a little late getting home. It was a week night so I didn't expect her to be very late. I was watching TV when she got home around 10. She told me where they went to eat and said the food was very good. She also mentioned that I would like it.

We finally decided it was time for bed and hit the sack. Deb came over to my side of the bed and started to snuggle and kiss and then, before long, we were having some pretty enthusiastic sex. Then she told me that Mike had hit on her during dinner. I asked how she knew and she said he just came right out and said he'd like to sleep with her. I don't know why but my cock started to get hard again. I asked her what she said and she said thanks, but no thanks, since she was married. Not wanting to show any excitement, I asked her if she would have slept with him if she was single. She thought about it for a while and finally said, probably. I told her if she wanted to try it, I didn't have any problem with it. (We'd had this discussion a few times over the years but she was never interested.) Like all the other times, she just said she wasn't interested.

A few days later I got a call from Mike, apologizing for his behavior and suggestions. He thought maybe he had had a couple too many drinks that night. I laughed and told him it was not a problem. Then I asked him if he'd like to go out for a beer. He said yes and we agreed on the next Tuesday. We both agreed not to tell Deb since we didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable after the dinner proposition.

I met Mike at the local bar and he was a pretty nice guy, average looks and a quick sense of humor. We talked about typical guy stuff until the third or fourth drink got us talking more openly. I discovered that Mike thought Deb was pretty sexy and fun to be with. Now Mike is married as well, but with like so many long term marriages, a lot of that spark just isn't there anymore. I couldn't believe some of the things we were talking about when it came to Deb. I even told him I'd encouraged Deb to try a threesome with another guy when we were a lot younger but she had declined. I could see that Mike was getting turned on. He asked what I thought about when it came to Deb and another guy. I finally admitted I'd like to see another guy cum inside her and then get a real close look and smell.

The conversation continued along with the drinks. Out of nowhere, Mike asked me what I thought of him trying to have sex with Deb. I told him I thought it was hot and to go for it if he wanted and as long as Deb wasn't too uncomfortable with it. We both agreed to keep our secret and see where it went. I really didn't expect it to go anywhere beyond flirting. Over the new few weeks, Deb told me about his advances but I could see as time went on, that she wasn't as against them as she was at first. 

After time, I did some light teasing with her while we were in bed to keep sowing the seeds of imagination and fantasy. I'd laugh and ask her what she'd do if Mike was in bed with her. It even got to the point where I told her to call me Mike one night while we were fucking. I could tell she was starting to think about things. Meanwhile, every couple weeks, Mike and I would get together and compare notes. It was about six months later that Mike told Deb that he was offered a great opportunity in TX and that he and his family were going to be moving as soon as the project was completed. 

The farewell party for Mike was going to be pretty small, just a half dozen or so co-workers. It was also in Denver. I told Deb that I couldn't make it but that she should. I also told her if she had too much to drink to just stay at the hotel where the party was being held and to come home the next day. I met with Mike the evening before the party and we came up with a plan. I would get Deb a room at the hotel on the ground floor near the back of the hotel and would get two keys. One for Mike to give Deb and one for myself, just in case. I'd meet Mike just outside the hotel and give him the key if he gave me a signal

I showed up at the hotel around 9:00 and made my way into the club. I had on a hat and coat and scanned the club from the shadows to see where the party was. Their table was on the far side of the dance floor from where I was. I found a table secluded in a dark corner where I could still see Mikes table. Deb's back was to me. It looked like all were having a good time as the evening went on. Around ten, the party was breaking up and the guests were leaving and before long it was just Mike and Deb at the table. It was obvious Mike and Deb were feeling no pain. Once alone, they ordered another drink and then went out on the dance floor for a slow dance. The floor was dimly lit but I was able to see when Mike was cupping Debs breast while they danced. It looked like Deb sighed when he did. They danced two more dances, the last one with Mike subtly grinding against her, and she was responding in kind. After they got back to the table, Deb left for the bathroom. Mike blew out the candle on his table as a sign and I went outside to wait. He met me outside and was smiling as he took the key and went back inside. There was a smoking area around the back of the hotel that nobody used so that's where I parked my butt. A few minutes later a light came on. It was a warm night and the window was open a couple inches due to my earlier visit to the room. There was also a three inch gap in the privacy curtains.

I could see some movement in the room but soon, the lights were out. I didn't know if Deb was alone or not. I finally walked closer until I stood just outside the window. It didn't take long to realize she wasn't alone. One moment she was giggling and the next she was moaning. I heard Deb reach a climax three or four times before I heard Mike finally tell her he was coming. It was a strange feeling standing outside a window in the dark knowing than another man is shooting his load inside your wife not 10 feet away. Afterwards, the room got quite except Mike saying a few things to Deb. A few seconds later, Mike came to the window and told me she was passed out from the booze and sex.

I made my way into the hotel and used my key to enter the room. Mike was standing at the foot of the bed, still naked and smiling. He had arranged Deb, lying on her back with her legs spread and a blanket over her upper half. When I shut the door, the room went pitch black again and I made my way over to the bed. It took a while for my eyes to get used to the darkness but when they did, I could make out Deb sleeping with her eyes closed breathing deeply. I took off my shirt and eased myself up on the bed to look at her pussy. My face was only inches away but I could see her lips covered in cum and a trail of cum down the crack of her ass. As I inhaled, the musky scent was intoxicating. I don't know what happen but my tongue had taken a tentative lick over her cum covered lips. The taste was not what I had expected. It almost tasted like almonds. I figured what the hell and went to town slowly licking her pussy clean, enjoying the taste.

I almost panicked when I realized Deb was no longer asleep. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my tongue deeper inside her. Mike, meanwhile had crouched on the floor out of view. She just kept saying, "Keep eating me Mike, don't stop!" When she finally came, it was like a dam bursting and almond syrup filled my mouth. All I could do was swallow, time after time until she came down. Then she said with a slight slur, "Fuck me again Mike." I eased down and off of the bed as Mike moved up to accommodate her desires. Mike just fucked her hard and deep as I watched. This must have gone on for 10 or 15 minutes but it seemed like an hour, watching his cock slide in and out of her in the dark. I was on my knees now getting a great show. I could see that Mike was getting close himself. Then, with a deep moan, Deb had another orgasm and then with a sigh, Deb passed out again, turning on her side in the process. I was so close I could hear the sound of Mikes cock popping out of Deb's pussy. 

Even in the dark I could see the big head glistening from what little light that was in the room. Mike was pumping on his cock as I knelt there and watched, inches away. I don't know what came over me but I reached over and touched his hanging balls. Surprised, Mike turned towards me and put one hand behind my head. Before I knew it, my head was being pulled forward and there was a throbbing cock, on the verge of exploding, touching my lips. I opened my mouth and for the first time, felt a large head and shaft, that was twitching, enter my mouth. There was no gentle motion. Mike was far beyond that. All he did was fuck my mouth as fast as he could. I gagged a couple times before a felt the explosion of almond syrup hit the inside of my mouth and down onto my tongue. I felt my own cock twitching as I drank down his cum, shot after shot for 4 shots. I was surprised when I felt my own body shudder and shot my own load in my pants.

I put my shirt back on and left without saying a word. I made my way out to the parking lot and drove home. 

Deb arrived home about 2 the next afternoon. All she said was that it was a great party.



Deb on a Roll



I've been accused of being a wimp husband as a result of my wife's attempt to help out the marriage of our friends Tom and Deb - you can read about it in "Lana Helps Out." Hopefully shedding some light on what happened on my end of the swap will change some opinions.

*

As my wife was walking out the door for her date with Tom, she stopped to say good-night to our kids. 

"Mommy's going out to a party tonight," she said, "but Daddy will be here with you for a little while and maybe Aunt Deb will stop by. Then you're going to have a sleep over at Whitney's." This brought cheers from the children. 

I didn't know what to do after she left. I stayed upstairs, just sitting on the bed, until there was a knock on the back door. That would be Deb, I knew, since we modified that door slightly for her wheelchair. My daughter Sara let her in, and Deb immediately followed her into the TV room to see what they were watching. I made myself more presentable, put on some cologne, and went downstairs.

"Hi Deb." I said. 

"Oh, hi, Eddie. Sara was just showing me her sing-along microphone." Deb returned her focus to my daughter and giggled with her as they played along. Since the accident, I have admittedly not been as attracted to Deb as I once was. But seeing her playing singing games with my children was off the charts, turn-off wise.

So I sat and watched straight-to-video Disney movies for an hour, not saying anything, until Whitney rang the bell at about 8:30. She came in to gather the children's things up – all the while looking more than a bit confused at the fact that Lana was out, I was here with another woman, and I was giving no appearance of leaving the house that evening. She is a good kid - the daughter of my friend Bob - so I tried to cover it by telling her my wife was staying with some friends who were having trouble with their marriage.

Once I closed the door behind her and the kids I thought, "Now it's going to get interesting."

I opened some wine and we sat around and talked for a while, but the conversation really sucked. It was not erotic or even remotely stimulating, just normal shit about work, weather, the Tar Heels, etc. I like to think that I have "moves" or at least the remaining vestiges of them, and that I could put them on if I wanted to. But since nothing was working at all, I finally said, "So, how is this supposed to work?"

"Well, isn't that romantic?" she said. "Well, maybe if you came over here I could give you a little kiss."

So I approached her, but I wasn't totally sure what to do – in her wheelchair she was too far to bend down and kiss, so I half attempted to sit on her lap or something before kneeling down next to her. I started to go in slowly, and her head tilted to meet mine, but as she shifted her weight the chair swiveled and for lack of a better phrase, we missed.

"Here," she said, clamping down the wheel-lock, "Let's try this again." Although it wasn't the most ideal start, I'll admit I did have butterflies as I leaned in to her lips. The kiss started off great, very slow at first and lots of sticky kiss sounds that turned me on. I ran my hands across her beautiful face and through her blonde hair, and she put her hand on my cheek and started to lightly caress. But it was like she had sandpaper in her hand, and my natural reaction was to jump back.

"Oh, sorry," she said. "Working the wheels on this thing makes my hands all callous-y. I'll be more gentle." 

I smiled, and we started to kiss again, but I no longer had a good feeling about this. I was actually a bit surprised when she let me start lifting her shirt – I was half expecting her to deny me. I was getting a little more into it as my hands made their way up to her breasts. Her bra cups were silky and I delicately ran my hands over them. It was a very strange feeling to touch a smaller, unfamiliar pair of tits when you're used to much larger ones.

I started to unclasp her bra when she said, "Why don't you take me to the bedroom, you big stud." 

The "big stud" comment seemed a little patronizing, but I went along with it. I lifted her from the chair and carried her up to the bedroom. I'd heard the term "dead weight" but never experienced it until I carried her – her upper body was nothing, but her rubbery awkward legs kept nearly throwing me off balance.

I laid her down on the bed and we kissed again. I moved my hands up her shirt again and finally got her bra off. I massaged her breasts as we kissed, fondling her tits and trying to pretend we were still in college - before the accident - when this would never have happened.

She then sighed a bit, stopped kissing me and said, "Why do guys never take our shirts off? I mean, we're here, you've got us, just take it off."

"Uh, OK." I said. Was she being bitchy? What the fuck? I took her shirt off and started sucking and licking her tits. She started making a phony-sounding purring noise. I was now dangerously close to being turned off – possibly for the rest of the night, so I thought fine: Blow job time. I rolled off of her and stood on the floor, removed my shirt and started taking off my pants.

"Ooh, yeah. Take it all off," she said. Again, it seemed kind of insincere. I hopped back up on the bed and positioned myself over her upper body, and moved my cock down toward her mouth. "Oh! Umm, Ok..." she said, as if this hadn't been part of the bargain.

Her hand wrapped around my cock to slow my assault on her mouth. I loved watching her big lips part as the head went in, but to my dismay that's about all that went in. She started pumping my cock with her hand and just sort of letting the head stay in her mouth. I wasn't even sure if she was licking me, so I said, "Lick me." I felt a little licking on the end of my shaft near the head – my most sensitive area, it felt really good - but then it stopped.

"Lick me again." Same thing, and then she stopped. Still just hand jacking. I thought I try to be a little more complimentary about it and said, "Yeah, that feels really good. Don't stop licking me." She did the licking thing for about 10-15 seconds or so, then started with the fake sounding purring. She took my dick out of her mouth and said, "oh, yeah, Eddie, fuck me."

At this point I was thinking all things considered, I'd just take the blowjob. But if she wasn't going to do it right, I'd just fuck her. So I slid down her body and started kissing her on the way down, but she turned her head a little and said, "yeah, fuck me." So I moved down to her tits and licked them a little bit, but she let out a little giggle and pushed my shoulders down, saying, "I can't wait for you to fuck me." I can't tell you how insincere she sounded.

I got off the bed and stood on the floor. Knowing she couldn't open her legs for me, I took them by the knees and swung them open. I should have grabbed her ankles instead because as I lifted her left leg across my waist her foot hit me in the head. 

"Ooh, careful down there!" she said.

I positioned myself in front of her and guided my cock into her pussy. I don't know why I thought it would be tighter, but it wasn't. I started fucking her, again looking at her face and pretending this was about nine years ago. She said "Yeah, Eddie. Come on. Fuck me hard" in such a pathetic way that not only could I not pretend I was somewhere else, but I started to lose interest, as in, my hard-on started getting soft.

I kept pumping away and trying to think of something else, but it was no use. I was losing it. She must have known it too because she kept saying things like "oh, yeah, do it. Make yourself come." And I mean she *said* it - not exclaimed it, not cried it out.

There was only one thing to do – I was going to take this total bitch's ass. I started getting hard again thinking about it, and grabbing her legs by the ankles this time I quickly rolled her over. I licked my finger and slid it up her cheeks to find her asshole when she cried out (and I mean screamed) "Oh No! Don't do that - rectal surgery – you can't!"

I may have entertained the notion of doing it anyway until I saw where my finger ended up – there were not only fresh, elevated pink scars all around her sphincter, but there were crisscrossed older scars all around those. I'd heard that some paraplegics had problems down there, but Goddamn, I had no idea. So I rolled her back over.

Deb took one look at my now flaccid penis and said, "Oooh, someone looks sad. Should we just wait a bit?"

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe you could try to revive it with that amazing tongue-work of yours."

"Mmm, I don't think so, I mean now that it's been, you know, down there."

I looked at her, frustrated. I didn't have any ideas left. 

"Why don't you come sit over here, by me," she said, patting the bed next to her. I reluctantly did. She took my cock in her calloused hand, and started stroking it. "Why don't you think about what Lana and Tom are doing right now?"

"What?" I said. 

"That's all right. She told me you wanted to hear all the details. Just relax now. I imagine Tom's probably got his face buried in her boobs – they're so big and beautiful aren't they? Mmmm, yeah. And she's got his cock in her hand, studying it, getting it ready to put inside her. She's probably very excited, you should be happy for her - Tom's a little bigger than you are."

"Ungh." I groaned. My cock was suddenly getting hard again. And as she spoke it got harder and harder.

"Yeah," she continued, "and then he puts his hands on the folds of her pussy. She's all wet, and he's rubbing his fingers slowly up and down her silky clit." I was transfixed with her words. Her talk was really exciting me. "She touches his hand down there, and together they guide his cock up inside her. Your wife pushes her gorgeous tits into him and totally submits, pulling him closer and closer. Their tongues meet and dance around together. Tom tenses up just as he gets ready to..."

And that's when I blasted my jets. Thick ropes of come flew all over the place. It landed on my chest, neck, even up by my eye. It was "a great performance," as Lana would've said, back when she used to let me come on her tits. But it was a very awkward feeling to be sitting there, post-orgasm, naked and covered in warm come, next to some woman I couldn't even stand.

"Wow, good job," said Deb. There was a minimal amount of come on her hand and she wiped it on my leg hair. "Well, I'm going to go jump in the shower." And with that, she hoisted herself down onto the floor and shuffled off to our guest bathroom. "Can you grab my wheelchair when you get a chance?" she said, shutting the door.

"Yeah. OK." I sat there, still with my own come all over me, for maybe ten minutes without moving. Finally I got up, cleaned myself off, got dressed and went downstairs to get the wheelchair.

When I came back upstairs, Deb was crawling out of the bathroom and thanked me as she got into the wheelchair. "So what are the sleeping arrangements?" she asked.

"Uh, I guess my bedroom." 

I had just assumed we would sleep in the same bed together, but apparently she had thought differently. She said, "Oh, OK."

We fell asleep watching TV, without talking. I woke up horny once during the night and tried to get her in position to fuck, but she was so uncooperative and hard to move that I gave up. She woke me up at 6am, already in her wheelchair, to ask me to help her get it downstairs.

"You're getting up already?" I asked.

"Yes, I have to get going." 

"Where?"

"Silly! I have wheelchair tennis on Saturday mornings." So I helped her get downstairs, made her some coffee, then saw her out the door and went back to bed.

I couldn't get back to sleep. I kept thinking about Lana and what happened and when she was coming home. I tossed and turned for another two hours when the doorbell rang. I jumped up and ran downstairs, eager and yet afraid at the same time to hear about Lana's evening.

It was Whitney with the kids. I told them mommy was out running errands and to go watch TV. It was a good 4 hours or so before she finally came home.

So you see, it wasn't the greatest night ever, but I got laid so it's not like I got cuckolded.



Debatables



It was like there was some sort of invincible band of fifteen feet surrounding the group of three who were sitting, looking somewhat bleary eyed, at a table in the center of the smoky bikers' bar on the edge of the town of Hot Springs. 

It wasn't the table that provided the isolation, because Paul and Thomas had been given the same wide berth when they had been at one of the pool tables. There had been four of them earlier, with three of them having come in a raucous mood, insistent on having a good and very-well-lubricated time. David Eagleton had gotten his fill early, though, and hadn't stayed around for the pool session—followed by several more rounds of drinks.

The bikers still in the bar at 2:00 a.m. weren't being hostile to this alien party of men who obviously had descended on them from the fancy and very expensive Homestead resort hotel up on the hill above the small Virginia mountain town. Nor were they angered that the men were older than most others in the bar, three of them being in their mid-fifties and the fourth a good twenty years older than that. The aliens were putting the liquor away well, except for the older guy, who was more a sipper and watcher. But he too accepted the drinks that were offered to him, which amazed some of the bikers, although it shouldn't have.

It was more that the bikers were bewildered. None of them could remember ever having seen a man in here in a clerical collar before—and putting beers away hand over fist—let alone accompanied by a second, older man in a dress—in a cassock, also with clerical collar, to be more exact. Few of the bikers could imagine that an old Jesuit priest could be a boozer.

Somewhat pie-eyed and holding a scotch bottle by the neck, the younger priest stopped in the middle of a monologue on pranks played on campus over thirty years earlier and looked around at his companions.

"Somebody check the can to see if David's fallen in?" the younger cleric asked in a slurred voice.

"David left hours ago—before you played pool, Brother Thomas," the silken, well-modulated voice of the older man, Monsignor Scarlotti, quietly responded. He leaned over and touched the younger cleric's arm and added, "Perhaps it's time to go back to the hotel. The Debatables aren't on stage until the afternoon tomorrow—or, rather, today—but I have other rounds to put through in the morning."

"I think David was worried about his wife," the third man, Paul Frasier, mumbled. He hiccupped and continued. "Young blonde like that. He probably is worried about her a lot. But if it's because of Chris, I could have told him . . ." His voice trailed off.

"Worried about your Chris, Paul?" Brother Thomas asked, suddenly a bit more sober and with an amused lilt to his voice. "I doubt that's . . ." But his voice too trailed off and he gave a little laugh.

"Drink up; last calls, children," Monsignor Scarlotti said. "It's time we be hanging the reminiscing up and facing life as it is."

There was a long sigh of relief and an atmosphere of comfort drifted into the bar as the three men rose, two of them quite unsteadily, from their chairs, and headed for the exit. The monsignor, although two decades older than the other men, seemed the strongest of the group, even despite the uneven distribution of the liquor. He was the tallest, standing ramrod straight, and thinnest—still with handsome Mediterranean features and a full head of steel-gray hair after all his years as a priest. Despite the austere black cassock, Scarlotti was fully masculine, fully in control.

The other two, younger, but still in their mid-fifties, were a more comical pair, hanging onto each other for dear life as the monsignor guided them out into the night. It's not that they weren't good looking. On the contrary, both were very well put together. But the other cleric, Brother Thomas, was short and thin, with almost feminine features. His hair was still blond, curly, almost falling in ringlets around his head, with just enough silver running through it to make it sparkle in the light. And his facile features were more beautiful—thick, pouting lips and startling pale-blue eyes—than handsome. The other man, Paul Frasier, a very successful TV actor, was stereotyped in mobster-type roles. He was large and hulky—not exactly fat, but thick—and was bald as a billiard cue. His black eyebrows were bushy, and when he set them in an intense look, the TV viewer quickly registered "bad boy trouble." None of this denied that he was ruggedly handsome—perhaps more so at fifty-four than he had ever been earlier in his life.

From somewhere in his flowing cassock, the monsignor, ever in control, produced a flashlight, as he preceded his two charges—young college men again in their imaginations—through the short main street of the sleeping Hot Springs toward the winding drive up to the Homestead hotel. Those of the village who were still awake smiled as the small procession passed, though. The song the two friends, hanging on to each other for dear life, were singing was in perfect harmony—Brother Thomas' tenor lilting over the steady baritone of Paul Frasier. It was a ribald drinking song that could only amuse when combined with seeing the clerical garb of one of its singers.

* * * *

"If the subject is abortion, we'll have Amvey—excuse me, Brother Thomas; I understand that you lose the last name when you put on the throat choker—handle the pro argument."

"And if it's corruption in government, you can do the pro honors, Brother David," Brother Thomas countered David Eagleton's little joke.

They were in the Jefferson bar at the Homestead Hotel doing their preliminary drinking earlier in the evening before the Debatables went out carousing in the village at the bottom of the hill. It was an expanded group, minus, for the moment, the monsignor, who was gliding around the hotel's public areas checking on his various teams for tomorrow's events. The three team members, David Eagleton, Paul Frasier, and Brother Thomas, were there, but also huddled around the cocktail table were David's young wife, Amber, and the actor Paul's personal assistant, Chris Cahill.

Amber and Chris, who were lost in a conversation on art while the three Debatables discussed strategy for the next day, were younger than the three mid-fifties team members—by some thirty years each. Amber's husband, David, was studiously not noticing that the two younger people beside him at the cocktail table were getting along famously. Amber was his third wife, a striking blonde, so David had reason ever to be aware of her moods and interests. He was insistent on getting it right, even if his circumstances were peculiar, including his life in the public fishbowl. For his part, Chris' employer, Paul, was visibly a bit more concerned that the young people were drifting away from the main discussion.

What the three Debatables had in common was that they were all 1981 graduates of Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., a prestigious university founded by the Jesuits, and that they had constituted the schools collegiate debating team from 1979 to 1981. They were at the ritzy Virginia mountain resort, the Homestead, this weekend, because the university faculty sponsor of all of the school's debating teams from 1980 to the present, Monsignor Scarlotti, had developed a debate extravaganza around its premier team of 1980, the team that had won the national championship that year.

Over the weekend the teams of 1980, 1990, 2000, and 2010 would compete against each other in debates on topics of Monsignor Scarlotti's choosing. The Debatables—that having been the name they had chosen for themselves—were the centerpiece team in this program not only because they had won a national championship but also because of what two of them had become. Paul Frasier was a well-known actor of television and (minor) movies, and David Eagleton was the U.S. congressman for New York's nineteenth congressional district. For his part, Brother Thomas was important as the glue for the entire program. He had become a Jesuit priest and remained at Georgetown, under Monsignor Scarlotti's supervision, and, as an English professor, had trained and sponsored all of the school's debate teams since 1989.

"As the monsignor has selected the topics, though," Brother Thomas continued, "I seriously doubt he would select abortion—and he worked so hard to get David, here, to attend this program that I'm sure he wouldn't include a topic that might embarrass him. I would imagine that at this point in time any political topic would embarrass a sitting U.S. congressmen."

There was a smattering of friendly laughter around the table. The three men had been good-naturedly jabbing at each other all evening with witticisms that came naturally to them."That's debatable," Paul Frasier chimed in. "Scarlotti has a surprising streak in him."

"Monsignor Scarlotti? That stick in the mud? I don't think he'd do anything at all unseemly." This from David.

Paul and Brother Thomas stole a guarded glance at each other and then both gave a little jerk at what they'd done. Thomas recovered quickly. "Debatable. Did I hear you say 'debatable,' Paul?"

And then all three of the old team members laughed, the use of this word having been one they'd overused and laughed about in "the day."

The shared laugh of old times made David catch his breath, though, as he looked over at his wife talking to Paul's personal assistant as if the three older men weren't even there. Thomas' smile as he had laughed and now Chris Cahill's smile as he leaned into Amber to hear what she had to say struck David by the familiarity it emphasized in the two men, albeit decades apart. Paul's personal assistant today was the near double in appearance and almost feminine, sensual blond beauty that Thomas had been back in 1980. How strange, David thought. And neither one of his friends had appeared to notice that.

"What are you two talking about so seriously, sweetheart?" he leaned over to Amber and asked.

"Chris here is an artist too," she answered. "You know how I was telling you that it's so beautiful in the hills around the hotel that I was sorry I hadn't brought my acrylics? Well, Chris brought his. We were discussing the technique of rendering light in landscapes."

"Interesting," David responded, obviously not finding it the least bit interesting. But if Amber was interested in it, he would pretend to keep up. They both did pretense very well.

"We thought that we'd go out and try the late morning light tomorrow," Chris said, turning a young Brother Thomas smile on the New York politician. "We'd be sure to be back for your team's debate tomorrow evening, though," he continued.

"By all means you must catch the late morning light," David responded. He returned the smile, but other emotions were at work as he watched the two younger people talking so enthusiastically about art. The glories of art had escaped him in life, he was afraid.

Amber was looking up at a handsome young waiter who had been very attentive to her all evening and who had brought her a refill of her Margarita nearly as soon as she'd finished the first one. The two exchanged smiles as she handed the empty glass and a napkin back to him.

Amber was fast to flirt with handsome young men, David thought. He wondered how long he'd be able to hold her—although so far their unusual arrangement had held.

"Hold back a bit on the liquor, I would think, young men. It wouldn't do for our best and brightest to be too dull on the morrow."

The five people huddled around the cocktail table looked up to see that the ancient, but well-preserved, prelate who had brought them all here was approaching in a swirl of the folds of the black cassock he had continued to wear long after the Vatican had given dispensation to go more modern. On him, though, the cassock looked good. He was still thin, strong, and upright as steel after all these decades.

After pleasantries were exchanged all round, Amber excused herself, saying she knew the Debatables weren't close to turning in, but that she was weary. In her wake, Chris also excused himself to go to the men's room—"And then, after checking for telegrams at reception, on to my room as well, I think," he said. "There's still a lot of Paul's work needing done in TV land this weekend."

All four men watched the younger, beautiful woman and man, move off, separately, toward the hotel lobby, each of the older men thinking his own thoughts of the beauty of them and of a lost youth.

"Well, I'm for exploring the village below," declared Paul, standing.

"It's nearly midnight, Paul," Brother Thomas said, with a small laugh. "Everything will be closed in town."

"That's debatable," Paul answered, and there was a memory-dredging laugh all around. "I'm sure something will be open. Are we too old to get blotto as we always did at school the night before the debate? Have we forgotten how that sharpened our wits? Who's with me?"

"If you put it that way, how could I not rise to the challenge," Brother Thomas said.

"And I too, I guess," David said, coming to his feet. "After I visit the john first, of course. There are some aspects of aging a man simply can't escape."

As David walked off to find the men's room, Monsignor Scarlotti chimed in in a false morose voice, "I suppose I must accompany you to make sure that my prize guests don't get lost in the mountains."

As the group moved toward the lobby, the waiter started picking up empty glasses and wadded napkins. He was in a bit of a hurry, and he was humming.

* * * *

"What are those over there?"

"The stables, I think. The path up to the hotel is this way, though. Tom. Tom . . ."

Brother Thomas had veered off the path toward the hotel's stables. Paul had moved a few steps in that direction, but he stopped, unsure of going beyond the circle of light shown from the monsignor's flashlight. Monsignor Scarlotti was a couple of steps beyond the two inebriated friends who had been stumbling up the hill supporting each other, but he stopped and turned back when he heard Paul calling for Tom.

"Tom . . . Tom," Paul called out again.

"Tom tom, beat the little drummer boy," Tom's voice rang out. "I want to see the horses. We don't have nearly enough horses in Georgetown." The voice was coming from a bit of a distance away—uphill toward where Paul could see the line of outbuildings against the moonlit skyline.

"I suppose we must indulge him," Monsignor Scarlotti said, as he passed Paul, following in the direction in which Brother Thomas had gone.

Paul and the monsignor hadn't gone far, though, before they heard a clatter, a yelp, and an expletive. When they came upon Brother Thomas, who was sitting on the path and holding his ankle, they could see that he had found not only the stables but also a pile of rakes and hoes.

"You OK, Tom?" Paul asked, bending down beside his friend.

"It's my ankle, I think."

"Can you put any weight on it?"

"In his present state, I don't think he should even try," the monsignor said brusquely. "You'd better help him into the stables and settle him comfortably, and I'll go on up to the hotel for a first aid kit and a crutch. A resort specializing in outdoor activities for the lazy rich certainly should have a store of crutches about."

When the monsignor had departed, Paul put his arms around Brother Thomas and started to raise him up.

"Don't bother, I can walk fine," Brother Thomas murmured. "I just wanted to be alone with you for a while."

"Alone with—?"

"Don't talk, Paul. It's been too long." Paul still had his arms around Brother Thomas, and the cleric pulled him further into the clutch and took Paul's lips in his. The two were transported down the years into memories of their relationship at the university.

"Oh, god," Paul croaked. "I've been hard for you all evening. I thought you had forgotten."

"Never," Brother Thomas whispered. "I want you. I can't wait until we can work something out up at the hotel."

"Why do we have to wait until we're up at the hotel?" Paul murmured. Still strong after all these years and the larger of the two, Paul scooped the cleric up from the ground and carried him into the stables. Nearly half of the stalls were empty, and there were bales of hay about, so it took no time at all for Paul to find a stall and lower Brother Thomas' belly on a hay bale. With the cleric's insistence for speed, Paul quickly had the cleric's trousers and briefs around the other man's ankles and was tonguing and fingering his ass open.

"Just like old times," Brother Thomas moaned as Paul hovered over his back, positioned his cock—which indeed had been hard for Brother Thomas all evening—and started working his way into the anal passage.

They both panted and emitted uncontrolled animal sounds as Paul thrust with his cock and Brother Thomas thrust back with his buttocks and the horses in the stalls nearby moved restlessly against their stall walls, disturbed by the strange noises coming from nearby.

Spent, Paul rolled off Brother Thomas' back and sat, his back against the stall wall beside the hay stack. Brother Thomas, in turn, lowered himself from the hay and sat with his back against the stack and his legs draped over Paul's. Instinctively, each man reached for the cock of the other and they sat there, overlapped, each slowly stroking the other, and both breathing hard. What had been easy thirty years ago no longer was, for either of them. But they both had managed as if it had only been yesterday that they had actively been lovers.

"I had almost forgotten," Paul whispered after his breathing became more controlled.

"I never did," Brother Thomas answered. "You always were the best."

"Don't let the monsignor hear you say that," Paul said with a little laugh. "And he'll be back soon."

"Not too soon," Brother Thomas said. "I timed the walk from the hotel down to here when we went down into the town. We probably have another half hour before he can get back, walking in the dark and having to find a first aid kit. And their medical office is closed at night. They'll have to find someone to open that to get a crutch."

"You mean to say you planned this?"

"Would you be upset with me if I did?" Brother Thomas asked.

"Never."

"The way your personal assistant and David's wife were getting along, I half thought he wouldn't be in the way and we could meet in my room tonight. And maybe we still can if they . . ."

"Chris and David's wife?" Paul said it with a snort. "I hardly think so."

"David certainly seemed to think so," Brother Thomas said. "He was nervous and left for the hotel early tonight. He no doubt has his young wife back in line and in his bed by now."

"Oh, you think so? You think David went back for his wife? That's highly debatable. Didn't you see how closely Chris resembles you at that age?"

"I don't know what . . . did you use the word 'debatable' again?"

They both laughed.

"Your assistant, Chris . . ." Brother Thomas now said. "You are fucking him, aren't you?"

"So you noticed," Paul answered.

"That he looks so much like I did back in 1980? Yes. You didn't have to tell me that. When I saw that is when I first believed we might be able to rekindle what we once had."

"And you aren't upset that I kept pursuing the ideal of you beyond the time we spent together?"

"Not in the slightest," Thomas answered in a quiet, hoarse voice.

"We're wasting time, you know," Paul suddenly said. "You said that Scarlotti would be back in about—"

"As you said, we're wasting time," Brother Thomas said, as he came up on his knees and covered Paul's mouth with his.

This time, with Brother Thomas lying on the small of his back on the hay bale, and a trouserless Paul hunched between the smaller man's spread and lifted legs, his ankles held in Paul's fists, the two took a bit too long in the fuck. And they failed to anticipate how silently Monsignor Scarlotti could move in the night.




Debate



Russell lives next door to me. I've known him, like, forever. He's about a year older than me, nearly twenty. It's funny, but even though he's smarter than me I win nearly every argument I have with him, even when we both know he's right.

It's not that I'm better with words than him and I'll admit he knows more than me, but Russell depends on facts and logic when he debates a point, and that's really an incredibly silly thing to do when you're arguing with me. (Or most women, come to think of it.)

Russell will make a sound and logical argument justifying his position, and it really irks him when I just totally ignore everything he says and approach the subject from a different direction. Usually a highly emotional direction. I can make arguments based on the fact that it feels right and, if it's not, it should be.

This sort of logic has the same effect on his arguments that a sandbag would have on him. Knocked for a loop and I win again. It's a real hoot. I'm quite prepared to argue that black is white, pointing out that grey is just a darker shade of white and black is just a dark grey. 

Would you believe that after all these years he finally came up with an argument I couldn't beat? It happened like this.

I was over at Russell's place and we were having an argument. Again. It was a case of, um, a case of, ah. . . OK. I'd screwed up and I was trying to prove it wasn't really my fault. I was waving my hands about a lot and talking fast, not really listening to what I was saying, just flooding the argument with words so that Russell couldn't contradict me.

I wasn't paying particular attention to what Russell was doing, either, which proved to be a mistake. The first indication I had that things weren't taking their normal course was when Russell calmly lifted up my dress and pulled my panties down.

As you might be able to guess, my words dried up somewhat at that stage and my attention was full on Russell. Without even blinking he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them and he had an erection. Russell had an erection and it was pointing at me.

He took my hand and closed it over his cock. I couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Rules have changed," he told me. "You seem to know everything so you'll know exactly where you have to put that. If it's not done by the time I have you naked I'll put it away myself."

Then Russell started undoing the buttons on my shirt, leaving me holding his cock. Did he really think I was going to put it in me? I suspect he did because after he undid my buttons he reached around behind me and unfastened my bra.

I had a moments respite when he took my hand off his cock, but that was only so he could slide my shirt and bra down my arms. Then he handed me his cock again while he unfastened my skirt and pushed it down.

I'd been standing there, mouth open, trying to come up with the proper word to bring him to his senses but I couldn't think of anything. For crying out loud, what do you say when an old friend just starts undressing you?

Next thing I know his hands are holding my bottom and he just picks me up and pulls me towards him. I could feel my skirt and panties falling away from around my ankles when he did so.

Then he was holding me tight against him, my hand still holding his cock and he was telling me to put it away now.

I must have been in a state of shock as I just reacted to his tone of voice and pushed his cock between my legs so that it was pressing up against my pussy. Against, hell. It was busy pushing into me even before I let it go.

I squealed a protest, threw my arms around Russell's neck and my legs around his waist, trying to hold myself up and off his cock. Well, it was too late for off, but I wasn't going to allow it to go any deeper, I assure you.

Russell calmly strolled down the hall to his bedroom, carrying me clutched to him, my weight not hampering him in the least.

Reaching his bedroom he sat on his bed and then laid back, me sitting astride him and his hands on my hips, stopping me from rising.

"Now I'll just wait here while you argue the point with gravity," he told me. "We'll see which wins. Your words or your weight."

It was obvious to me which one would win. I couldn't pull up off him and I could feel myself sinking onto his erection. I might not have been sinking quickly, but I was definitely sinking and I could feel Russell creeping up inside me.

I tried my words of course. I explained to him why he didn't want to do this. Why I didn't want him to do this. I told him we could settle any differences we had with reasonable discussion. I waxed eloquent, and Russell lay there smiling while his cock continued to creep up inside me.

By the time I ran out of words I'd also run out of cock. There was no more available to stuff inside me. Quite a reasonable situation as there seemed to be an awful lot of it jammed up inside me.

"Gravity appears to have won that one," said Russell. "Penalties apply. You'll have to start rocking."

I just glared at him. I still couldn't believe that Russell, of all people, was doing this to me. Russell just looked back at me with a perfectly bland face, apparently assuming that I'd do what he wanted and start rocking.

So I did. I figured I'd fix him by doing the smallest possible movements that I could. I just leaned forward a tiny bit until I felt his cock start to slide inside me and then I leaned back again, resettling it in position. And I kept on doing that, figuring it would be slow torture for him, not what he wanted at all.

The grinning hyena had the gall to laugh at me as I moved, and didn't seem at all concerned about the slow torture, which was more than I could say. Those subtle movements were getting to me and I had to fight down the urge to scream and start bouncing frantically up and down on his damned dick.

I kept it up for five long minutes, and it was driving me crazy. I was so horribly relieved when Russell decided enough was enough.

"It appears you need a lesson or two," he told me, and then he twisted and I was flat on my back and under him and he was driving down into me.

There was nothing subtle about Russell's movements. He was hauling his cock almost completely out of me and then slamming it back while I squealed and rose to meet it. And he wasn't content to take his time either. I could still hear one squeal ringing in my ears when he'd be driving back down and I'd be squealing again. I think towards the end there I barely had time to draw the breath needed for the squealing.

He was pounding me hard and I was squealing and then I was screaming instead as I hit a climax and just turned to mush under him. 

When I dazedly surfaced from what had happened Russell was still moving inside me, just lazily driving in and coming out again. When he saw I was looking at him he grinned and said "One point to me" and then he was driving in again, hot and hard.

I was squealing again before I knew it.

"What are you doing," I managed to wail at him and he just said "scoring", and continued to pump me good and hard.

I was already high and excited and it didn't really take much effort on Russell's part to push me up and over the edge again.

I could feel it coming and I just gave a wail and succumbed to it, feeling my very bones melt inside me.

I took longer to come out of it that time, and when I finally started to take notice of the world I found things had changed.

Russell had flipped me over onto my tummy and lifted my hips. He was standing on the floor behind me, just keeping his hand in. Or his cock in I suppose I should say, as I could feel it moving lazily in and out.

I managed to turn my head and look at him, and he grinned again.

"That makes two points to me," he said, and then he drove his cock into me so hard I'll swear my eyes bulged from the pressure.

He didn't bother to slow down either. He hammered into me like crazy, apparently trying to drive me across the bed, but holding me in place with his hands clamped on my breasts.

He went on and on and I could feel myself rising with every thrust. I just knew that this time when I came I was going to die and I was eager to get it over with. I was screaming long before that last climax hit me, but it was pure anticipation. I felt Russell burst inside me and then I literally died under him.

When I finally surfaced again Russell was lying next to me, one hand cupping my breast and a smug look on his face.

When he saw I was final back with the world he winked at me. 

"A final score of three to me and one to you," he announced. "It looks as though I've finally won a debate. When's our next one due?"



Debauched, Again



Di and I haven't really been debauched for a while. Then I called the owners of the club we used to frequent. Turns out, this solid swinging couple was divorcing. WHAT?!?!?! We were shocked. So, the wife fell off the face of the earth. The husband, Jim, is in the service business and sometimes we need his services (not the nasty kind, come on people - not yet at least).

I talked to him for a bit seeing that he was ok with his divorce. He seems to be down a little, but no worse for wear. He has family and friends to get him through. Well, being the second guy Di fucked outside our relationship, I know she liked the feeling of his cock in her pussy. One time while he was giving it to her and I was doing his wife, Di yells out, "Don't stop fucking me!!! I'm cumming!!" That was the first guy that made her cum other than me....

I ask if he's still friends with the couple Bill and Sue. They BOTH fucked Di one night. Sue is very awesome. She'd always bring her strap-on, and she got into Di one night. ANOTHER fabulous time. He says yeah, he is still friends with them. I suggest we should hang out with Bill. He's all for it. Who wouldn't be? If you know my Diane, she is a fantasy any guy would love to borrow. 

Mentioning it to Di, she's down. We make a plan for Saturday a couple weeks away. As we are going, we're planning to just hang out in the Jacuzzi, nothing really big, because its been a couple years since we've swung and it is like we are starting all over. We knock. Sue answers the door naked with only her strap-on on. Not unusual to see her in this state, swinging that thing around, making a scene. But, having not seen them in a couple years, we start giggling. She laughs and says, "Too forward? Here, I'll take it off and save it for later... Come on in, you two sexy beasts." We go in, strip our clothes and Di heads to the Jacuzzi while I pour us some wine.

After sharing some stories and wine in the Jacuzzi, I say I need to pee. Coming back to the Jacuzzi, I see Di sucking on Bill's cock while Sue is sucking Jim's dick. May as well get some more wine and enjoy the view, right? So, I do. We're all hard and horny. I love watching my little minx please cocks. And I love watching her receive the pleasure, too. Sue stops everything and says us three guys need to go sit on the couch. We dry off and sit. Then, Di comes over and starts stroking me with her left hand, and Bill with her right. Jim is saved for her mouth. She's busy with both hands stroking cock and sucking another, God I love this woman. Just then, Sue straps on her dildo and starts fucking Di doggie. as Di switches the cock in her mouth to enjoy us all, its heaven. She's loving it; we're loving it; Sue's loving it.

Sue says, "She's ready for you." to Bill and Jim and pulls out and grabs me by the dick and leads me to the master bedroom. Di follows closely leading the two others by their dicks. She has Bill lay down and sucks his cock some more while Jim puts a condom on and starts fucking her doggie. Meanwhile, I'm condomed up and fucking Sue doggie while the two girls kiss and suck bill's dick. Bill and Jim switch spots and Sue let's me take her ass. Di says she'd love to be airtight, but the guys are all too big for her tight little ass. Oh fuck, Sue says hold on and comes back with her thin dildo strapped on! "Ok, Babe. Now you'll be airtight!" Di, looses it a little. You can see she's on fire. I back out for the mess and let her mount Bill. She lays all the way down on him and his wife lubes up my beauty and slowly slips in her ass. After an adjustment period, Di leans up a little to take Jim in her mouth. Just before she does, she starts quivering and says oh god, fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me. Then, she starts giving Jim a real deep sucking and the husband and wife team rhythm her hard and deep.

I can't touch my cock, because the scene is so hot I'm going to cum. Bill doesn't last long and cums. Di hasn't had enough, and she asks Jim to lay down, mounts him and tells ME to fuck her ass. First time for a real DP. And She and I and Sue and Jim and Bill all know we aren't going to last very long. I'm out in about 2 "Oh, Fuck Hugh, that's so good, I'm cumming" screams from her, which is about 10 thrusts. Haha.