0 comments/ 96368 views/ 1 favorites James By: Story_Guy00 Little story I wrote for fun...some fact, some fiction, some fantasy. Feel free to distribute anywhere, but please leave my e-mail address on it. Thanks, and feedback is always welcome. story_guy00@hotmail.com * * * * * His co-worker dropped him off in front of his apartment building at around four in the afternoon. This was about an hour and a half before he is usually home, but since there was so little work to be done today, and one of the other guys was driving right past his place, he took the opportunity for a lift home. James usually just goes home with his wife when she gets off work, but today she called him around noon, and told him she was not feeling well and would be going home early. He told her it was not a problem, he could get a ride with one of the guys, and told her to go home and get some rest. Before he went into the building, James took a walk down the street to the little store and bought a small bouquet of flowers to give to Ann, hoping it may make her feel better. He picked out a nice combination bouquet that has a nice bright variety of colors. There were some carnations, some daisies, a couple roses, and a few more that he didn't know the name of. Trying to be very quiet in case she was still sleeping, James slowly slipped his key into the lock and gently pushed the door open. He could hear the faint murmur of the TV in the bedroom and grinned to himself, she can't do a damn thing without that TV. As he got a few more steps into the apartment, he suddenly froze. He realized what he had just heard. It was the definite sound of a woman's moan. Not a moan of pain, definitely not, this was a moan of total pleasure. He quickly snuck to the other side of the apartment where he would be able to get closer to the bedroom, without being seen. He recognized the moaning as one of the porno tapes he had in his night stand, and this made him smile a lot. His wonderful wife must be watching it. This was such a surprise, because she is usually so quiet and shy, and told him she does not do this kind of thing. Well, now he had proof, not to mention a cock that was growing very hard by the second. He was just about to open the bedroom door when he heard another moan, one he knew so well. It was Ann, she sounded like she may be close to cumming. He couldn't wait to see her. He was imagining her lying there, naked, eyes glued to the little TV screen flashing images of others fucking and sucking. James slipped his clothes off quietly outside the door, giving his 6 1/2 inch cock some room to breath. He was totally hard now, harder than he ever had been in his life. He kept thinking to himself, Ann, quiet little Ann, lying there fingering herself, this was too good to be true. He could see it in his mind now, one had lightly caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples, while the other would be at her pussy. Her pussy was partially shaven, she allowed James to shave around her lips, but insisted that he leave a little bit on the top. He was not one to argue, he loved to eat her pussy, and now with no hair, he was liking it even more. Once again he imagined her sliding her little fingers up and down that wet, bare slit, back up to her hard clit which she would rub lightly. They often masturbated for each other while watching a movie like this, and he loved to see her cum. She quite often would prolong her orgasm as long as possible, but when she came, damn, it was hot! James knelt down on one knee and slowly turned the door knob. Ann was too far gone at this point to notice a herd of elephants crash through, she certainly wasn't going to notice the door. There she was, but he was in for another surprise. Not only was she playing with herself, and yes, she was close to cumming, but she had the little vibrating jelly egg he got her for Christmas last year. She said she didn't use it on herself, well, she certainly was today! Up and down her slit, across her clit, down to her lips again, back and forth. He could see her chest rising and falling faster and faster, and he knew she was going to cum any second. He glanced over at the screen and saw that the stud on the screen was just about to cum all over a big-chested blonde's tits. Looking back at Ann he saw her bite the edge of her lower lip, then bucking faster, she started moaning loudly, and came very, very hard. Her body collapsed and James slowly backed out of the room, went back to the front door, and made more noise. He walked into the apartment calling her name. She did not answer so he went to the bedroom, and as soon as he open the door, he could smell her wonderful pussy. She faked being asleep, and just to her left, James could see the cord from the vibrator was visible a little. He walked out, and thought to himself, he will have to catch her doing this again, and join in, but that is another story... James We first met James a few weeks ago when we were having trouble with our air conditioning. I had called a local company and they sent him out to fix it for us. Bill, my husband, was in his study when James rang the bell. I answered it and was surprised to see such a young man at the door. He couldn't have been more than 25. "I'm here about your air," he said. "I'm James from Central Cooling." "Yes, of course. Please come in. As you can see it is plenty warm in here." I was dressed in shorts and a skimpy halter-top in an attempt to stay cool. I could feel his eyes roaming over me as I showed him to the unit. At 43 I still have a nice body. I work out to keep myself in shape. Bill says my legs are my best feature and with these shorts, James was getting an eyeful of them. "It IS very warm in here," James commented as he set to work on the air. "Can I get you something to drink while you work?" I asked being hospitable. "Some lemonade would be great ma'am," he answered with charming southern manors. "Thank you." I went to the kitchen to get his drink, passing the study on my way. "Bill, the man is here for the air conditioning. He seems a little young," I explained as I went by. Once I had the lemonade fixed, I went back to the utility room where James was working and saw Bill looking over his shoulder. James was explaining that the wiring seemed to be in order and the problem must be in the unit itself. They wandered out back to look it over as I went back to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner. I could see them from the kitchen window and couldn't help noticing that they kept looking in my direction. I couldn't hear what was being said but after awhile I heard the air start to hum and Bill came in the house. "Hun, James is going to stay for dinner, if that is ok with you." "Sure, I don't mind. Maybe he would like to take a shower so he can wash off the day's work before we eat. I'm sure I can find something for him to wear." "Good idea," Bill replied. "I'll get him something. You just finish up dinner." Bill kissed my cheek and showed James to the shower. I heard the shower start to run and Bill came back in the kitchen. "What do you think of James?" he asked. "What do you mean? He seems like a nice young man." "Do you find him attractive?" "I suppose I do. What are you up to, Bill?" "He thought you were a knock out and wants to get to know you better." "Is that what you two were up to out back?" I scolded him. "We were talking about you, yes. I saw him looking at you and I mentioned it. He apologized and I told him there was no need. I know what a knock out my wife is and that's when I asked him to stay for dinner. What do you think?" "Bill, I do love you. We'll see how dinner goes." Dinner was filled with basic small talk. James was charming and well educated. He kept watching me as the evening went on. I know I was flushed from all the attention. After dinner we retired to the living room for drinks. Bill went off to pour us each a glass of wine as James and I settled on the sofa. "You are a wonderful cook Mrs. Brown," James complemented. "Oh, please. Call me LuAnne," I blushed as my hand went to the back of my neck. I had been having some trouble with a stiff neck all day. I guess I just slept on it wrong. "I have been told I have magical fingers. I could try them on your neck and maybe help you out, if you would like" James offered when he saw my plight. "That would be very nice of you," I tried to sound nonchalant as I turned my back to him. His fingers found the soreness almost immediately and I was moaning as Bill walked into the room. He set the glasses quietly on the coffee table and took a seat in a chair across the room. James was right about having magical fingers. He eased the stiffness from my neck in no time. I could feel his breath on my neck as he massaged. I had chills going all down my spine as his fingers continued to work. Once my neck was relaxed he moved lower, bringing himself closer to me. I felt his fingers slide down to my lower back as I felt his lips on my neck. "Why don't you take off your top and lay down for me. I'll show you what I can really do. I'm sure your husband won't mind." I looked to Bill and he just nodded. I pulled my blouse off and undid my bra, letting them fall to the floor. James slid out of the way as I lay on my stomach on the sofa. As soon as I was situated, I felt his fingers running down my back again. This time his lips were following his fingers. Every time he touched me, I moaned. I could feel the moisture building between my legs. Once James had made sure every inch of my back had his attention, he started down my leg. He kneaded the flesh of my thigh, working out any knots on his way down. All the way across my calves, ankles and feet until all the tension was worked out my toes. He did the same with the other leg, massaging and kissing his way down and sucking my toes when he reached the end. "Turn over and let me massage your front," he breathed seductively when he had finished both legs. I looked over to Bill. We had never done anything like this before and as much as I wanted to continue, I had to be sure it was ok with Bill. The look on Bill's face was pure lust. I could see his cock straining against the confines of his pants. I took that as his approval of what we were doing and turned over. My nipples were hard as nails and pointed straight to the ceiling as I turned over, exposing myself to this young man. Both he and Bill let out an audible moan of appreciation. I was incredibly relaxed from the massage and let myself be admired. James took a breast in each hand and massaged the flesh before taking the nipples to his mouth. I sighed as he took first one then the other into his mouth and suckled them. I looked towards my husband as James moved his fingers down my sides and towards the waistband of my shorts. Bill had his hand in his crotch and was rubbing his erect member through the material. I felt the button and then the zipper of my jeans being undone. I looked down to see James lower his head to kiss just below my navel. With a sudden intake of breath, my hips rose off the couch. James took advantage of this opportunity to pull my shorts and panties down to my knees. When my hips sank back to the couch he raised my legs and took my clothes the rest of the way off and left them by my blouse on the floor. I was now naked for this strange young man my husband had invited to dinner. He had full view of my smooth shaved privates. James paused for a moment, just looking over what I had to offer him. I could hear Bill from his vantage point. His breathing was hard and I knew from the noise that he had taken his cock out and was actively stroking it. Starting at my feet, James kissed his way closer and closer to my womanhood. I was quivering in anticipation with each touch of his lips. He would kiss one calf, then the other, gently opening my legs as he made his way. To accommodate him I let one leg lay over the back of the couch. Bill's chair was at my feet so I knew he could see how wet I was. When James had reached the Vee between my legs he gently opened my lips and sought out my clit. I screamed in pleasure as he sucked my swollen jewel into his mouth and let his fingers slide down my slit. As wet as I was, his fingers slid inside easily. I reached for the back of his head and held him in place as I thrust against his face. I opened my eyes to see Bill stroking his raging hard on as he watched this repairman give me such pleasure. From deep in the pit of my stomach I felt my climax rising. I threw my head back against the couch and clamped my legs around James' head. I flooded his face with my juice and he lapped up every drop. When I came back down to earth and released his head, James stood and started to remove his clothes. He pulled Bill's shirt off over his head and let it drop to the floor. He had a muscular chest with hardly any hair. He pulled off the pants we had given him to show me his hard, young cock. It stood tall and proud against his lean stomach. He knelt next to me on the couch stroking his raging hard on slowly. I looked up at him then past him to where Bill sat, watching. Bill had slowed his stroking and was squeezing the tip of his swollen cock. The head was purple and enraged. The look in his eyes told me he needed release soon. I sat up on the couch, pulling James close to me for a passionate kiss. When I broke the kiss, I stood and walked over to Bill. I kissed him deeply before dropping to my knees between his legs. I took his cock from his grip and started to stroke it. I let my fingers roam the entire length before bringing it to my lips. I heard James moving behind me and knew what he intended but my attention was focused on Bill's erect shaft. I opened my mouth and let Bill guide his cock into my eager mouth. I felt James' hand on the check of my ass as Bill's cock reached the back of my throat. I moaned around the obstruction as James slowly led his cock into my pussy. I was elated at being filled with cock at both ends. James started a long, slow rhythm as my head began to bob up and down on Bill's. As James picked up the pace, so did I. Bill reached down to hold my head as I massaged his cock with my tongue. James reached beneath me to tweak my nipples as his young rod slid in and out of my well-lubed pussy. I heard Bill's breathing and knew he was getting close. I could feel my own climax building once again. I could only hope that James was following suit. I didn't have long to wait for my answer. I felt James tense behind me. His balls slapping against my clit were driving me closer and closer. Just as I reached the peak, Bill pushed down on my head and began to empty his balls into my throat. I swallowed every drop as I felt James explode, emptying his cum deep in my pussy. I milked them both for every drop before we all fell exhausted in a heap. James stops over for dinner at least once a week now. It seems our air conditioner is in need of constant repair. James - 10 Years After Pt. 01 Sergeant James Doyle entered the Captain's office. Already inside, in addition to Captain Jones was a woman he didn't recognize. "Doyle," said the captain to his sergeant, this is Mrs... "Ms", corrected the woman. "This is Ms. Duncan." James saw a woman, probably around 40 years old, with a good figure. She had high-piled hair that reminded him of a 1960's styled cut, and she also wore a low cut blouse. This is what got James' attention, as her cleavage was ample and she didn't seem shy about showing it off. Man, James thought, that's an MILF if I ever saw one. He squirmed in his seat and very discreetly manipulated Mr. Penis to the other side of his crotch, where there was a little more space for it to breathe. "Doyle, are you listening to me," shouted the Captain in his typical grouchy voice! "Of course," said James, chastised. "Okay, let's get started. Ms. Duncan, why don't you begin." But before Ms. Duncan could begin to speak the Captain interrupted: "Wait a minute, where's Podolski?" Just then Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski entered the room. "Sorry I'm late" she said. "Okay, let's get started, the Captain said, trying hard not to stare as Patrolwoman Podolski sat down. She was new to the Vice Squad. And she was a looker. James too was aware of the effect that Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski had on Mr. Penis, and he got even more uncomfortable as his giant member strained against the constraints of his clothing. After the fiasco with Lori and Kristy, and after the humiliation at the swimming pool, and at Hooters, and in Dr. Wang's clinic, James felt that the only way to escape from the madness that was taking over his life was to leave town. So he did. He dropped out of school and moved to Los Angeles, where nobody thought that he was a practicing nudist. Where nobody had seen nor admired his enormous cock, where nobody had seen him jerk off, where nobody had manipulated him for their own pleasure. He felt safe in Los Angeles. He enrolled at UCLA and worked to get his degree in criminology. He applied to join the Los Angeles Police Department and was accepted. He went to their Cadet Training School and got high honors. Upon graduation he was assigned to burglary and robbery, and shortly thereafter he was transferred to Vice. His ex-girlfriend, Lori, was heartbroken when James left, but at the same time she knew that he had made the right choice, and she had nobody to blame but herself. She shouldn't have continued with the nudist charade, she shouldn't have toyed with James's feelings, but that was all in the past. Kristy however, Lori's younger sister, was cut from different stuff. She never forgot about James, even though it was her older sister Lori who was James' girlfriend. Kristy was cock-crazy, and James' Mr. Penis was a perfect species. There was no way she would ever forget about Mr. Penis. Kristy had graduated high school and then gotten accepted to Nursing School Her friends laughed and said that it was a lot of hard work just to check out penises, but Kristy like nursing. Then one day she happened to be browsing the internet and came across a photo of James at his Police Academy graduation. James Doyle. Could it be? It had to be, the one and the same person. Kristy did some digging and managed to find an email address for him and she wrote him. Making a long story short, Kristy took a trip to Los Angeles and met up with James. Enough years had passed so that James was no longer troubled by the previously embarrassing adventures that Kristy had helped to instigate. And how could he? Kristy was no longer a high school girl when she arrived in Los Angeles. She was a woman, now twenty five, with long blond hair and long legs, firm breasts and a pretty face that could drive men crazy. Knowing James' penchant for miniskirts, she was wearing the shortest skirt she owned when she met up with him. As soon as they met, Kristy's eyes went straight for Mr. Penis. Some things never change. 'He still likes me' she thought to herself with delight, as she saw the material of James' pants begin to tent-up in the appropriate area. They had dinner and, afterwards, went to James' apartment. Immediately they embraced. Their hands were all over each other. Before James knew it Kristy had removed his clothes and Mr. Penis was throbbin' and bobbin' like never before. "My god, James," Kristy exclaimed, as she examined the savage beast. How long has it been since Mr. Penis had some fun?" "Too long," came the reply. "Well, you just stand right there and don't move, and keep your hands by your side. I don't want any accidents with Mr. Penis." Kristy stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes never left Mr. Penis. 'It's got to be 14 inches' she thought to herself. James was overcome with desire and reached over and tried to smother Kristy with kisses. "James, relax," she said, with a stern voice of authority that surprised her. James looked like he was going to explode and Kristy was going to be in control. That was her turn-on. "You know, Kristy," he said, "I've never seen you naked." "Well, don't blow it now. Just stand still and relax. Except for Mr. Penis, of course," she teased, which was sticking straight up, pressing against his body. 'It's touching his fucking navel', she thought. James was able to use his stomach muscles to flap his giant cock, and it now slapped against his body in loud thumps, and this turned-on Kristy even more. She returned to her blouse. Soon it was off. No bra for this girl. James gasped at the sight of her perky breasts. Not too big and not too small...they were perfect! Of course James hadn't seen too many breasts in person. He had only had sex, actual sex, twice, and not recently, but now he realized that it was Kristy that he had longed for all these years, not Lori. Cute, little, not-so-innocent Kristy, the wild one when compared to staid Lori, the one who first got him out of a jam by having him pretend that he was a nudist, the one who had hands like fire that made his cock burn whenever she touched Mr. Penis, the one whose eyes stared at his cock like she was hypnotized by it. The one who always wore short skirts and wasn't shy about letting James get a glimpse of her panties. Yeah, that turned him on more than a little... Kristy loosened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Mr. Penis continued to slap against James' body. Keeping her panties on, she walked over to James and licked his ear. She breathed into it until James thought he was going to fall down in ecstasy. Kristy took a step back and allowed James to regain his composure. She was going to enjoy this. "James, do you think it is possible for a man to have an orgasm without being touched?" "I don't know," he replied, but if anyone could get me to do it then you could. Kristy began to dance, first slowly and then a little faster. "Remember how I used to do this for you, lover boy." James didn't say a word, content to enjoy the view. Kristie suddenly got an idea that took her by surprise. Without warning she walked up to James, got down on her knees and began to lick Mr. Penis with her tongue. First the shaft, then the tip, then the balls, and back to the shaft again. This went on for about two minutes, which was about all she thought James could take. She thought about teasing him some more and stepping away and watch James go crazy with unrequited desire, but then she instinctively grabbed his giant penis with her thumb for forefinger and jammed it into her mouth. She grabbed the enormous shaft with the palm and sucked as hard as she good, stroking it back and forth, back and forth...well, not too many back and forths, because within 30 seconds James was crying out in ecstasy, "I'm gonna cum...oh my god...I'm gonna cum!" Kristy kept sucking until the first blast shot into the back of her throat. She pulled the gigantic penis out of her mouth and allowed James to shoot blast after blast of semen onto her face. It clogged her nose, it stung her eyes, it drenched her long blond hair. Kristy lost count of the blasts; it must have been 10 or 12, each one as strong as the previous, until she could finally detect a lessening of the volume. James was moaning and crying in delight. To be honest he didn't even realize what had just happened. All he knew was that Mr. Penis had gotten some relief. He was overcome with pleasure. "Kristy," James said, after he had regained his composure, "that was the best orgasm I ever had." Kristy, who was busy licking the sperm off of her face, listened with glee. She knew that she had her bait on the hook and all she had to do was real him in. "Come on, let's go take a shower and get cleaned up," she now said. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other and James had two more orgasms in the shower, once courtesy of Kristy's loving hand and other via James' strong right arm, after Kristy begged him to masturbate for him, for 'old time's sake'. "Doyle, are you listening!" Captain Doyle cut through James' reminiscence and brought him to the present. Ms. Doyle cleared her throat and resumed talking. "So we need someone to go undercover. someone who can fit in without arousing suspicion and check to make sure that we are in compliance with the law." "Compliance," asked James, now wishing that he had been listening closer. "Look Doyle," said the Captain. "I'll explain it so even you can understand. Ms. Doyle owns and operates a private, membership-only communal bathhouse and we have heard rumors that the patrons are engaging in unprotected sex. That's a health hazard, and we can't allow it. If it is true then we'll have to shut it down." "Yes, that's where you come in", interrupted Ms. Duncan. You can pretend that you are a customer and observe what's going on. If anyone is fucking without a condom I need to know about it so I can revoke their membership." At the mention of the word 'fucking' Mr. Penis began to stir. Somehow hearing Ms. Duncan say it had a titillating effect. "Oh sure, whatever," said James absent-mindedly, his thoughts more attuned to the needs of Mr. Penis than to the conversation at hand. It had not yet dawned on him that he was being asked to enter a bathhouse whose membership was comprised of predominantly gay men. Nor had it dawned of him that he would be totally naked while being 'undercover' in the bathhouse. "Where do I fit in," asked Patrolwoman Podolski? "I have a hard time staffing the bathhouse," said Ms. Duncan. I can't get straight men to work there, for obvious reasons, and if I hire gay men they usually end up having sex with the customers and forgetting about their job duties. So I've decided to hire women." "To do what?" "Towel girls...you know...making sure that the members have towels, have a drink if they request one. There's not really a lot to do, but our members pay high dues and they expect service, and having the place staffed makes them think that it is a first-class operation...which it is." "So you mean...I'm going to be there in the bathhouse with a bunch of naked men," Lisa Podolski asked incredulously? "Oh you'll have clothes on," said Ms. Duncan. "In fact I have a uniform you for you and all the other girls: gym shorts and a sports bra. I like to have three staff on duty at all times. "You've had tougher assignments," snarled the Captain. "But the men," protested Lisa. "Don't worry about it," the Captain replied. James will be there to protect you. James gulped. It had finally sunk in. He would be naked. In front of a bunch of gay men, not to mention Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski. Mr. Penis reared his head, not because of the gay men but because one look at Lisa Podolski would easily explain his predicament. James had lusted after her from afar ever since she joined the Vice Squad, but James being James, he was too shy to make a move. She was in her late twenties, not too tall but very, very curvy. She had somehow managed to get a patrol uniform that was one size too tight, and her curves were bursting at the seams, so to speak. James recalled an assignment she once had where she had to infiltrate a call girl ring. That day she had on a tube top and the shortest miniskirt he had ever seen. When she turned from him and walked awayt he material at the bottom lifted up and James was able to catch a peek at her panties. How many times during the past year had he masturbated to that image James no longer could recall, but it was his number one fantasy. Yes, James had a serious panty fetish. Kristy knew that and took advantage of that. Ah yes, Kristy, after their night together Kristy decided to move to Los Angeles. James was thrilled to have her move in with him. She got accepted at a Nursing School, where she could continue her studies. As far as she was concerned, James and she had a wonderful sex life. James always walked around the house naked; now that it was no longer a pretense, James loved being naked for his darling Kristie. He had a fit, firm body that he loved showing off, and he especially loved showing off his 14 inch cock to an appreciative woman. Hell, who wouldn't? Kristy had since begun to wear a bra, but only because it fueled James' fantasy of being naked in front of a clothed woman, and Kristy would parade around the house in her underwear, white bra and white panties, always white. Many a night they would sit on the couch watching television, James naked and Kristy in her undies. She would absent-mindedly play with his cock and casually stroke it as they sat and watched TV. She could sense when he was getting too agitated and she knew when to slow down and let it rest for a while. This way she could play with Mr. Penis for over an hour before things got out of hand. Kristy was so attuned to the needs and wants of Mr. Penis that she knew before James did when it was going before erupt. Before James could even grunt and say that he was about to come Kristy would suggest that he stand up, so as not to stain the couch and the carpet with his enormous load of semen. James had a nice wooden floor in the living room and they had a designated space in the corner where James could shoot his load without causing too much clean-up. That's not to say there weren't times when James didn't react fast enough, and they were probably on their third carpet by now. Kristy's fantasy was to have James so ready to shoot that by the time he stood and aimed for the corner he would spurt without her hand or his hand stroking his member. Kristy loved watching James cum without a hand on his penis. Better for her to watch it leap up and down in delightful spasms, almost as if it were attached to a string. Then, before retiring to bed, Kristy would give James a loving blowjob, her tongue and mouth lavishing tender love on the 14 inch beast. Sometimes James put his finger inside Kristy's panties and rubbed her 'down there'; other times he lifted her bra and wrapped his lips around her nipples. but Kristy's true turn-on was pleasing James and watching his monster cock spring into action and unload a huge load of love juice in the process. Perhaps it was because of their earlier experiences together, James pretending to be a nudist and walking around naked while Kristy and everyone else remained clothed, but both she and James got a lot of pleasure from this arrangement. They had been together for six months and they had never had actual sex, not in the way that we define it. James once tried to insert Mr. Penis into Kristy's vagina, but she complained that he was too big and was hurting her, and he stopped. Truth be told, James only attempted this because he thought it was expected of him, and he was relieved when Kristy told him not to continue. James loved showing his penis to Kristy and Kristy loved seeing it. Often, when she was alone, she would masturbate herself with the image of James' gigantic, veined and rigid dong bobbing up and down. She only had to think of the massive amounts of semen shooting out of James' cock and soon she would be writhing in ecstasy in her own private sex world. But now things would change. James was going to be naked in front of a group of other naked men, gay men, how many men he did not know, but he was sure it would be a lot. They'd all be staring at his giant cock with the same admiration and glee that Kristy, Lori, and all the others had done in the past. And didn't Ms. Duncan say that she liked to have three staff members on duty at all times. Lisa Podolski and two other women. Oh my, he thought, I have to be naked in front of Lisa. He had to work with her. How could he do so once she saw him naked and saw the monster that he was packing. This was not going to end well, he thought. Did you hear that Mr. Penis? Unfortunately, Mr. Penis was quite aware of that, and James was happy when the meeting came to an end. He placed his notebook in front of crotch hoping that nobody saw his rising member, but he noticed Ms. Duncan staring right at it as he stood up to leave. James - 10 Years After Pt. 02 James was thinking that she should never have told Kristy about his working undercover at a bathhouse. "James," said Kristy, "I don't like this at all. I don't like this one bit." "But Kristy, it's part of my job, "he replied. "It's a work assignment. Besides, there's nothing I can do. Why are you so upset with this?" "Because...because...because your penis belongs to me. Er...I mean...you belong to me...but especially your big cock." "It still does, he answered." "But I don't want all those people starting at your big thing," she whined, but now it was more like a tease, as while she was talking she was also gently fondling and manipulating his massive 9 inch member so that it was on its way to becoming a firm and rigid 14 inch beast, thanks to Kristy's manipulations. It was already at about 12 inches, she thought to herself. As much as Kristy took satisfaction in her ability to make Mr. Penis attain its maximum length, getting him there was part of the fun. The best thing about James' penis, in addition to its jaw-dropping size, was its beauty. It was perfectly proportioned. The cock head was just the right size for a penis shaft as large as his. The way it drooped down when it was soft was downright erotic in itself. The way it bounced when James walked was a thing of beauty. But watching it get hard...make that helping it get hard, as it coiled like a snake, was a big part of the attraction for Kristy. And, when it finally turned into a 14 inch monster, it stood straight up, perpendicular to the ground, practically defying the laws of gravity, for a massive dong such as his. "I'm the only person in Los Angeles who knows about your secret weapon," she continued. "Once the secret is out...who know what will happen." "Kristy, the only people who are going to be seeing it are gay men...you can hardly feel threatened by them." "What about that policewoman you mentioned...Lisa something." There was a pause..."Oh," he said. "And what about that Mrs. Duncan..." "Ms. Duncan," James corrected "And didn't you say that there would be more than one towel girl there? No James, I don't like this at all." "It didn't seem to bother you back in the day," he answered, "when you used to parade me around naked in front of all your friends...even your own mother!" "That was different. Back then you were Lori's boyfriend. Now you're mine." Kristy slammed James' now rock-hard penis against his belly and watch it flap up and down before settling into its resting place. It extended so far up against his prone body that the penis head rose slightly above his naval. While only partially serious, what upset Kristy the most was that James didn't seem to be responding to her little mind game. She had always gotten a lot of satisfaction in knowing that this donkey dicked man-child was completely under her spell. It was her biggest turn-on. She didn't need sex, she didn't need a penis inside her tight little vagina, as long as this massive dong was her plaything, her toy and, most importantly, hers only. "When do you start your assignment," she asked? "Day after tomorrow," James replied. Kristy stopped her fondling and petting and gripped hard on Mr. Penis' shaft. With her other hand she cupped James balls, which also of an enormous size, proportionate to his cock. With a few hard jerks, along with some fingernail tingling of his testicles, it was only a matter of seconds before James was writhing in ecstasy. "Oh yeah, Kristy. that's it! Keep doing that...please...oh my god..." Kristy stopped. "James, how would you like it if my hands and your penis became strangers?" James breathed hard. "I wouldn't like that at all...please Kristy...," he moaned..."you're driving me crazy!" "You're lucky I love you," she said, resuming her jerking, and seconds later James exploded in her hand, the first blast shooting through the air, well over James head, before settling on the headstand of the bed. More bursts erupted as Kristy kept jerking, and James' love juice was all over the bed and all over James' upper body and even under his chin. Usually Kristy would have stopped by now, content to watch Mr. Penis spasm on its own, but tonight was different, and she jerked and jerked until James cried out in agony and disbelief. "Kristy," he said, after the ejaculating sperm had finally run its course. "That was just about the best orgasm I ever had." Day after tomorrow...that only gives me one day to plot my revenge, Kristy thought to herself. She remembered something that her sister Lori had done to James back when they were dating. It would be a little mean, she thought, but it would serve James right, for not submitting to Kristy's will. Kristy knew that she would have no problem getting hold of some Viagra tablets at nursing school the next day. James met Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski in the parking lot outside the bathhouse. She looked gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous, and James silently pleaded with Mr. Penis not to embarrass him. Geez, maybe Kristy was right. He quickly realized that this shapely, exquisitely beautiful woman would soon be gaping in astonishment at his gigantic, and anatomically perfect, example of manhood, and he could feel a stirring in his loins. Lisa had on a light green sundress, the hem of which extended well above her knees and barely reached down below her crotch. It left little to the imagination. Please, please, please, James thought, let a little breeze fly up her legs and reveal what's under that dress...whoa, whoa...wait a minute, that's a terrible idea, not with Mr. Penis lurking about. This ain't gonna work, he thought. What was he thinking? He should have begged off the assignment, but what would the Captain have thought. He did say that it was voluntary, due to the unusual nature of the task, but that was just for the official record. No, you don't get ahead in the Vice Squad by turning down assignments. But James wasn't worried about making it through the job assignment; hell, he was worried about making it through the next few minutes. Why did Lisa have to look so damn sexy! They exchanged greetings. "Smart move James, Lisa said, referring to the water bottle he was carrying. "It's a warm day. Got to stay hydrated." "It's a combination of water and some vitamins and minerals that my girlfriend prepared for me," James replied. He drained what was left in the bottle and tossed it into the trash can. Then, with a slight laugh, he added, "she said I'd need my strength." If James only knew what those vitamins and minerals were... "We have a slight problem," Ms. Veronica Duncan said, sheepishly. James and Lisa were sitting in her office. The uniforms I ordered haven't arrived yet, and...well...I'm afraid...Lisa, you do wear underwear, don't you?" "Oh course," Lisa replied, not liking where this conversation was heading. "Whew, that's a relief," the forty-something woman with the high-piled hair and the ample cleavage said in response. "But it won't be bad. The men here will barely notice you." But Lisa was thinking about her thin and almost transparent bra and panty outfit that she had chosen to wear today. She was expecting to be working in gym shorts and sports bra when she had gotten dressed. She had on a matching leopard skin print bra and panty combination that covered only about half of what it was supposed to cover, as the remaining half was made of a sheer pink, lacy material that left little to the imagination, She wasn't too concerned about the patrons, but what about her partner, James? Oh well, she reassured herself. They were professionals and they were on a job. Besides, he'd probably be too embarrassed about his own junk on display to worry about what she had on. They stood up to go to the locker area. While Lisa was sitting down in her light green mini-dress James was trying hard not to peek at her legs. He didn't want Lisa to think he was a pervert. But when she rose from the chair her head went up and, distracted, she didn't notice James' darting, penetrating eyes staring at her crotch. James saw panties, he knew he did, but he couldn't make out the color. But knowing that he had seen them was enough for his massive member to twitch and stir. For some reason, seeing a woman's panties accidentally, without her knowledge, when she didn't mean to show them, turned him on more than had she simply removed her dress. "Are you okay, James," asked Ms. Duncan, as they walked the down the corridor to enter the locker area? "You look a little flushed." "I'll be all right," he said. "It's a little warm in here." "We keep it warm for obvious reasons. We have a sauna, a steam room, a eucalyptus room...showers...we even have a tanning room." "Wow, James," exclaimed Lisa, "you do look flushed. Your face is getting red." "Perhaps," Ms. Duncan said, almost mischievously, "James is concerned about walking around naked. I can assure you, James, that within minutes you'll feel totally comfortable." "Can I wear a towel, at least," he asked, "when I'm walking around?" "Now James, how would that look? You don't want to blow your cover. You'd be the only one ashamed of his nudity and then everyone will wonder why you are even here. It won't take long before they figure out that you're a cop." "Yeah, I guess you're right," James said with resignation. But it was true, he was feeling flushed. His body was warm all over. He felt like sitting down, his legs felt week, but he had to keep up appearances. "I guess I'm just a little nervous," he admitted. "I'll be okay." "Good...now Lisa, here is your change area. Take any empty locker. It's a very secure area. You will be asked to create a 4 digit password when you first open the locker, and then once you close it only you can open it with the password." "Sort of like a hotel-room safe." Exactly," Veronica Duncan said. "Now Lisa, once you've changed...excuse me...once you've stripped down to your undies, you enter through the locker room, which is here. C'mon James. Let's get you started...wait, but before we do, there's something I have to mention to you. I didn't want to say anything in front of Lisa so as not to scare you off, but...well, how do I say this...it seems like a lot of the men here are very...uh...very well-endowed, if you know what I mean." "Okay," James answered, not knowing why she was bringing it up. "I just don't want you to feel...uh...you know...emasculated. Remember it's not the size that matters. "Don't worry," said James. "I'll be okay with that. Besides..." James was about to tell her that he had no worries in the size department but held his tongue. Just talking about penis size was starting to get Mr. Penis' attention. James suddenly felt uncomfortable in his clothes. Mr. Penis was crying out for freedom. It was bulging against the restraints of James boxer shorts and blue jeans. Ms. Duncan opened the door to the locker area and, seeing James was a little shy, she took hold of his hand and they entered the room together. It was plush, with deep crimson carpeting and long wooden benches in front of a long row of lockers. Off in the distance he could hear the sound of running water, most likely the shower area. "Hello boys," Ms. Duncan cried out, "this is James. He's our newest member. He just joined today." James felt weird. There were six naked men, none of whom showed the slightest modesty about being naked in front of a forty something woman with ample cleavage. Nor did said woman with the ample cleavage feel any shame about being in their company. "Hello, James," they said in unison, and several of them came over to shake his hand. Now this is weird, James thought, shaking hands with naked men. Mindful of what Ms. Duncan had said earlier, James discreetly checked out the competition, sizing up their dangling penises although, really, how discreet could it have been, in such close quarters. Ms. Duncan certainly saw what James was up to, and it bemused her, but she pretended not to notice. They're not so big, James thought to himself. Certainly not as big as what I'm packing but, then again...James suddenly asked himself why he was paying attention to other men's penises. For some reason, perhaps due to the circumstances, it seemed perfectly normal. Another man entered the room. "Oh good," said Veronica Duncan, this is Billy. Billy, this is James." "Hello James," he said, "it's a pleasure to meet you," and he stuck out his hand for James to shake. By James was sitting on the wooden bench in front of the lockers. They shook hands and, as they did, James noticed that Billy's penis was bobbing and weaving, literally just inches from James' face. "Holy crap," James exclaimed. Then, to himself...shit, did I just say that out load. God, it's warm in here. Ms. Duncan laughed. "It's okay, James," she said, laughing. "Everyone gets a little flustered when they meet Billy. We even have a nickname for him. We call him hammerhead." "Hammerhead?" Yes," said Billy, interrupting, "you see," he said, propping up his penis by placing one hand under it, "my cock is long and thin, but my cock head is too large for the shaft." Billy seemed totally at ease with the conversation. "Just like a hammerhead shark," intoned Ms. Duncan, laughing once more. "But I'll leave you guys alone. I have work to do. She placed a green plastic bracelet over James' wrist. "This is your access pass," she said. "This will give to access to everything here. It has a little barcode on it. Just scan it whenever you need to." Ms. Duncan turned to leave, leaving James alone with the other naked men, including Billy, who was beaming. Like most donkey-dicked men, he loved showing it off. In fact, James was a rare exception that that maxim. James turned to get undressed. He had made it as far as his boxer shorts. Billy was still hanging around. "How big is it," James asked with trepidation. "Glad you asked. Right now it is 11 inches...I know, I've had it measured, but it can go up to 16-17 inches." "I'd like to see that someday," said James, thinking about his own cock, before adding, "just for scientific purposes only, of course." "Of course," said Billy, winking, then turning to go down the row of lockers to his own one. By now James should have been repulsed. Had Billy come on to him? Had he, James, made a pass at him as well? James wondered what strange phenomena was coming over him. His body kept getting warmer and his cock began to ache. I mean ache. By now the other men had left the area, and it was just Billy and him. Seeing Billy was no longer paying attention, James thought it a good time to remove his boxer shorts. Besides, Mr. Penis was chomping at the bit and it was starting to chafe under the cloth of the material. What was going on with Mr. Penis? He didn't usually act this way. I'm not gay...I'm not gay, James thought to himself. There must be another explanation. Maybe it's just nerves. Because James was so large, it usually took a while for Mr. Penis to stretch out to 14 inches, but it was already close to that now, and the day had just begun. "Hey guys, anyone want a drink?" The woman saw James from behind and said, "oh excuse me, I don't think we've met." It was Stacy, another of the 'towel' girls that Ms. Duncan had hired. She had already been working for a few days and knew about the uniform delay, so she was prepared, and was wearing a black bra and panty combination that was very conservatively cut. She also knew every member by their butt, having been around them for a few days, and knew that she had never seen James' before. He may have had a monster penis, but he was also fit and firm, and his butt was the sort that women found very appealing. James gasped. Stacy couldn't have been a day over twenty. She wasn't very tall, but she had a round cherubic face, looking like a Madonna from out of a Raphael painting. She was cute, terminally cute. Her breasts were full and round; her conservative black bra was unable to hide that fact. Mr. Penis began to ache even more, but James had already instinctively turned around to face her, forgetting about his own nakedness, and his enlarged, mostly erect member was twitching right at Stacy as she faced him "Oh wow," was all Stacy could say, and a big grin came over her face. Stacy was also quite used to being surrounded by penises, and James wasn't even the biggest cock she had seen, but it might have been the hardest. James and Mr. Penis would have loved it had Stacy given him the 'nudist handshake', the one first introduced by Kristy so many years ago, whereby you shake a naked man's penis instead of his hand, but instead she shook his hand. "I'm Stacy, she said, "can I get you anything?" She couldn't help but notice that James' cock was growing harder even as they spoke, and she wondered just how hard it might get, although she kept that thought to herself. James felt uncomfortable; not because he was naked in front of this pretty young girl, but because a strange sensation was coming over his body. He felt a lot of tension, the sort of tension that could only be released by ejecting a steady stream of man-love from out of the slit at the top of his cock-head. James had never felt this aroused before, at least not without someone jerking at his trophy of a manhood, so he wondered what was going on here. "Uh, I could go for a bottle of water," James said to her. "Right, I'll be right back." As she turned James couldn't believe it. Stacy's panties turned out to be a thong, and her butt cheeks, while not as shapely and rotund as, say, Lisa Podolski's, were firm and muscular, and Mr. Penis throbbed his approval. James couldn't understand it. Usually Mr. Penis rose upward when it got erect, hugging his body in its 14 inch splendor, but now...now it was sticking straight out, like a flagpole. It felt heavy, like a lead pipe James thought, and it ached...it ached so bad that it was almost painful. Stacy returned with the water. By now Mr. Penis was in its fully 14 inch glory. Stacy looked unbelievably hot, and James got a sudden desire to introduce her more closely with Mr. Penis. He tried to deny this desire as best he could, but it was getting tougher by the second. Mr. Penis wouldn't rest until it was bathed in the warmth of Stacy's caressing hand. "Can I get you anything else", Stacy asked, as she handed the water to James. "Well," said James sheepishly, pointing to his mammoth hard-on that was staring sight at Stacy, "there is one thing you could do. We used to have this thing called the nudist handshake..." "Sir," said Stacy, abruptly, "I'm not that kind of girl." And she turned and left the locker area and entered the main area of the bathhouse. James sat back down on the bench wondering how these state of affairs had gotten so out-of-hand. Right then Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski entered the locker room. If she was embarrassed by her skimpy and almost sheer leopard skin patterned underwear she tried not to show it. Be professional, she kept thinking to herself. The first thing she noticed when entering the room was Billy and his enormous cock. He was closing his locker as she had entered and was turning to walk out of the locker area, and as he swung around so did his massive piece of meat. Lisa couldn't help but notice it, even if she didn't want to. Oh my, Lisa thought to herself, this assignment ain't too shabby at all. "High, I'm Lisa," she said to Billy, wanting to slow his departure from the locker area. I could gaze at that cock all night and all day, she thought, before realizing that he was probably gay and not interested in her. What a shame. That would also explain its flaccid state. Lisa knew that she turned on a lot of men, even when she was clothed. How many times had she observed the Captain undressing her with his eyes? And what about James, always trying to peek up her skirt. It amused her the way he used to pretend not to, like she was going to complain. Too bad, had he been more open about it he would have gotten a lot more peaks. Lisa took it as a compliment that he was aroused by seeing her panties under her skirt, although she would never admit it to James. It was all part of the game. James - 10 Years After Pt. 02 "I'm Billy," the donkey-dicked man said. "Nice to meet you." "I wonder if you could do me a favor," Lisa asked. "Could you get down on your knees for second?" Billy didn't know why she asked, but he complied. "Okay, Lisa said, "you can get up." "What was that all about," he asked her? "Oh, I just wanted to see whether your penis reached to the ground. I hope you don't mind." Billy grunted, turned up his nose and, without saying another word, left the room. It was now just James and Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski. On assignment, being a professional. Right now Lisa was simply a towel attendant, not a cop. Still, he couldn't help but overhear Lisa's conversation with Billy, and hearing her utter the word 'penis', along with her interest in Billy's member, furthered Mr. Penis' arousal. Dear god, James thought to himself. What the hell is wrong with me? If I don't get some relief soon I'm going to explode. "James, you can't sit there all day," Lisa said. "You...I mean we, got to go inside and do our jobs." James felt so embarrassed. His cock was on fire, but he knew that he couldn't delay the inevitable much longer. Lisa took this as shyness. "James, look," she said. "Look at me. I'm in my undies. Do you think that I like this? I know that you're shy and embarrassed about being naked in front of me. But believe me when I tell you that I've seen naked men before. It's not a big deal...HOLY SHIT." James took that moment to stand up and his still, enlarged cock and protruding straight outward from between his legs. James turned crimson. "It's okay, James...but...jeez Louise...what the...I've never seen anything like that. Lisa knew that this was not doing James any good, so she added, "I'm sorry, James. You caught me by surprise. I had no idea that you were so large." Lisa paused..."Oh my fucking lord. I'm sorry James, I didn't mean to lose control, but your penis...it is hard as a rock. You could hang clothes off of it. But what gives? It can't be because of me. We're working, remember?" "Lisa, James said, his face still crimson. Now that she's seen his cock he supposed that the worst is over. No need to be shy now. He no longer felt shame in having his enormous erection on display to his co-worker. "I'm burning up," he said. "I am so charged I can't get rid of my boner. It feels like there is a steel rod inside of it. No matter how hard I try not to think about it I can't get it to go down. This has never happened to me before. It feels like jolts of electricity are pouring through my body. My penis is so hard that it feels like it might break off." Lisa was amused but tried not to show it. What a story this would be for her girlfriends. "James," she said, "what I think you should do is walk out into the main area and try not to think about it. I'll stay here for a few minutes. My presence probably isn't helping to make your boner go away. As soon as you go out there just remember that all of the men you see are gay. That will probably turn you off and, hopefully, make your boner disappear." Did Lisa really say 'boner'? Mr. Penis thought so, and for a moment James felt he had reached the point of no return and was going to spurt, but he hurriedly walked around in small circles, hoping that the movement would help. But all it did was make his erection more noticeable. There's no way to hide a 14 inch boner, especially when it is sticking straight out. Not used to having his erection go outwards, James figured that, since it was so extra-hard, the added weight was forcing it down from its usual upright position. James left the locker area. Outside was a large common area with tables and chairs, and there were men drinking and talking in small circles. All of them were naked. James burned with a mixture of shame and indignation. He could sense that the eyes of everyone were on him or, more specifically, his massive piece of manhood that was on display for everyone's viewing enjoyment. Even Hammerhead Billy would be impressed with what I got, thought James suddenly. Whoa, what am I thinking? Don't think about Hammerhead, try not and notice all the penises on display. Ah, there was Stacy conversing with a couple of naked men, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. Mr. Penis was leading James to the area where she was standing, but James' brain over-ruled. He'd have to repair the damage done with Stacy later. Right now he needed some relief. His cock was starting to spasm. James knew that he could not hold out much longer. Then it hit him. Why not find the bathroom and do a quick jerk off. Maybe if he ejaculated, maybe if he unloaded a few blasts of semen then Mr. Penis would relax and James could carry out his assignment. James was here to observe others, not the other way around, but everyone was taking notice of the newest member with the raging hard-on. Every step James took brought him closer to the center of the room. Ever step saw Mr. Penis bounce with rage. Help me, it cried out to James. I'm overloaded. I'm full. I need to release some pressure or else there's going to be trouble. James noticed that even Stacy had been distracted by his situation and looked away from her conversation to stare in wonder at the 'lead pipe' that seemed to be attached to James' crotch. That sent James over the edge, Stacy admiring his massive cock. That's it, he thought, I'm about to cum. I need to get to a bathroom right away. He changed direction and went off to the side, figuring that's where the bathrooms were. But before he took more than a few steps his progress was impeded by a nude man. "High, I'm Tim," said the nude member of the bathhouse. "I see you're happy to be here, big guy. If you want..." "No, that's okay," interrupted James. "I need to find a bathroom." James resumed his search, but it dawned on him that it was not before he had checked out Tim's package. Not bad, he thought. It was huge, as least not by James' standards, but it probably topped out at about 9 inches when fully hard. It was semi-hard now, and the top third of Tim's penis was bent in a downward turn, while the remainder of his rod stuck out in a straight line. A bathroom was not plainly visible, but James did see a small room that appeared empty, so he went in. It was warm and humid and smelled of eucalyptus, and James remembered that Ms. Duncan had mentioned a eucalyptus room to him. James at down and leaned back. The warmth felt good. It seemed to agree with Mr. Penis. Maybe he could ride out the storm. James' mind raced. He thought about Billy and Tim and their penises. What is wrong with me, he asked. I am not gay. I don't care about their cocks. He forced himself to think about something else, and his mind wandered down memory lane, to about 10 years ago, when darling , little, young, high-school sophomore Kristie first tricked him into becoming a nudist. How embarrassed he was then. He thought about how she and her friend Tonya had tried on different outfits they had bought, allowing James to catch a glimpse at their firm, almost naked bodies in the process. James of course was buck naked at the time, him being a "nudist" and all, and it just was a trick by Kristie to see how hard James' penis could get. God how he was turned on by Kristy. Mr. Penis began to twitch again. Okay, James thought, got to stop thinking about Kristy. But once your mind starts to wander it is hard to force the direction it will take. James closed his eyes and tried to relax. Kristy's mother popped into his mind. She had played along with the joke, and delighted in giving James the nudist handshake. Mrs. Hill, Kristy's mom, evolved into Ms. Duncan, and James thought about the ample cleavage. What he would do right now to have those wonderful breasts wrapped about his cock. Mr. Penis twitched some more. James could feel the blood rushing through his loins. Next it was the vision of Lisa in her leopard skin print underwear came into James' mind. Man was she stacked. Okay Mr. Penis, James thought, I know you want some action. Here, let me just you just a little bit. Oh, that feels good. Mr. Penis' temperature was rising. Mr. Penis was getting warmer. James removed his hand and very gently touched his massive hard-on a just little with his fingers. He playfully bounced it up and down, but then abruptly stopped...no accidents until he could find a bathroom, okay Mr. Penis. Besides, it wouldn't look good if he messed up the eucalyptus room, especially on his first day here, especially when he was supposed to be working. The smell of eucalyptus was strong. James relaxed. Though his eyes were closed he thought he could detect Stacy's voice from the room outside. My god, what a perfectly sweet, delightful angel she was. Her short blond hair...her beautiful round pixie face...her luscious breasts...her thong panties...oh my... James began to absent-mindedly bounce Mr. Penis up and down with the palm of his hand. It felt so good. Stacy...he absolutely had to have her meet up with Mr. Penis. That's what Mr. Penis was telling him to do, begging him to do. Okay Mr. Penis, just a few gentle strokes. That would be okay, won't it? James couldn't get Stacy out of his mind. She looked so cute. It should be Stacy's hand playing with Mr. Penis. She wouldn't be fiddlin' and diddlin' with Mr. Penis the way James was doing. No, Stacy would wrap the big sausage firmly in her hand and jerk it like there was no tomorrow. James stroked Mr. Penis a little harder. Just a little harder. Damn, it felt so hot. He couldn't wait for Stacy's hand to replace his. James groaned, his body began to convulse a little. He could feel his blood rise inside his cock. Just a few more strokes, he thought. Come on Mr. Penis, work with me. But James went one stroke too far and Mr. Penis was now beyond his control. James let out a few gasps; he knew that he couldn't hold back. But he didn't want to...Mr. Penis was begging for relief. With a loud scream and several bodily convulsions, Mr. Penis announced his arrival on the scene. Wave after wave of warm semen began to shoot out of the little opening. James was conscious of his hand getting sticky with the burning love juice. James grunted and groaned for what seemed an eternity. His body heaved and heaved. Twenty, perhaps thirty seconds passed before the eruptions stopped. And when it was over, James slumped back against the wall. He was totally spent. He was breathing heavy, but with the quiet satisfaction of getting not what he wanted, but what he needed. James was in a blissful state, but to his chagrin and shock he suddenly heard applause and loud hoots of laugher. Astounded, he opened his eyes and saw about ten naked men staring at him. Some of them were in a state of arousal themselves; after the show that James had just put on who could blame them. Oh no, he could see Lisa standing in the middle of the crowd. That she was in her underwear, standing among a bunch of naked men, with boners or semi-boners flapping about, seemed perfectly natural to her. So that's what it had come down to. James suddenly felt embarrassed beyond belief. What the hell had just happened? It got worse, at the back of the crowd she saw a girl. He couldn't see her face, as she was blocked by taller men who were standing in front of her, but the black panties and black bra gave away her identity. Oh god, even Stacy saw me, James thought to himself. He hung his head in shame. How was he going to get out of this predicament? James - 10 Years After Pt. 03 James hung his head in dejected shame. Here he was on assignment, with orders to remain low-key, and he had just become the center of attention, jerking off in front of a group of onlookers as he did. Those onlookers included his co-worker, Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski, and James was sure that she'd never let him live it down. But at the moment Lisa had other things to think about. This idiot, this pervert, James, might have just blown their cover. She had to think fast. Lisa was a 'towel' girl, an employee of the bathhouse, as far as everyone was concerned, and so she used that status to break the long awkward silence that had followed James' massive ejaculation. "Sir," she said in a stern voice. "You can't do that here. You'll have to come with me." Lisa entered the eucalyptus room where James had spurted his man juice all over the floor. "C'mon, give him a break," one of the naked men said. Lisa was surrounded by ten or so naked men. Healthy, fit and firm naked men, some with ripped abs, some with large penis, and some with larger penises, all of whom were in reasonably good shape. Even the men who were not hugely endowed still had reasonably sized penises. None had anything to be ashamed about. There wasn't a shorty among them. Lisa knew, because she had checked them all out. In a way it was part of her job. She was there to see if any of the patrons were having unprotected sex, and by sizing out their penises Lisa could gauge who the most likely candidates were. Police work was all about narrowing down the possibilities, or so she rationalized her voyeuristic behavior Men who visit bathhouses had a lot of pride, Lisa thought. They were all competing against one another in some way, and so they had to be fit. And at this moment it seemed perfectly normal for a healthy, buxom, twenty eight year old woman to be in the company of naked men, even one who was clad only in a matching bra and panty ensemble of leopard skin print, topped off by sheer pink lace that was designed to barely cover her nipples and butt cheeks. It was not meant to be worn in a public setting, but Lisa did not foresee that when she had gotten dressed that morning. Under ordinary circumstances it would have been humiliating for her to be seen by strange men in her underwear, but these circumstances were far from ordinary. At the bathhouse all of the male patrons were buck naked, unashamedly so, and the female towel girls were all wearing their undies, so Lisa had quickly shed her inhibitions. "He'll get a break all right," said Lisa. She grabbed James by the hand. "Ew," she shrieked, you're covered with cum!" Lisa rubbed her hand against James' chest to remove the sticky, wet goo. She was about to grab his other hand when she got an idea. "C'mon," she said, reaching down to grab James' swollen penis. It was sticky and wet too, but Lisa didn't mind. All she knew was that she had her hand on a 14 inch piece man-meat that, despite a recent mammoth ejaculation, hadn't shrunk too much. It was still about 12 inches and holding fast, she thought, quickly using her feminine instinct to take an imaginary measurement. James leaped up off the bench. "Ow, you're hurting me," he said. "Don't yank so hard." But when Lisa turned to leave the eucalyptus room James had no choice but to quicken his pace to keep up with her. How the hell did it ever get to this, he asked himself? James had always been shy. He had never even seen a naked woman until he was twenty, nor had a woman seen him naked. But then a clothing mishap put him in an awkward situation, and James was manipulated into believing that by pretending to be a nudist he could justify his nakedness without offending anyone. It was all Kristy's idea; beautiful, sweet, young, enthusiastic, mischievous Kristy. She had gotten her sister Lori, James' girlfriend, to play along, and before James fully realized the ramifications of his decision, he had been paraded nude in front of Kristy's friends, Lori's friends, their mother, and dozens of other woman. And the situation kept escalating. Several weeks later and James figured that half the women in town had seen him naked, and the other half had at least heard about it, and they all heard about his giant member, his egg-sized balls and the enormous spurts of semen he sent spewing whenever he ejaculated. That was another thing. Lori and Kristy had contrived situations where it seemed perfectly normal for James to jack-off in front of them and their friends. James went along, mainly because he didn't see any way out of it. He loved Lori dearly and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. But over time common sense got hold of him, and he was so ashamed of his behavior that he didn't even want to leave his house and be seen in public. James had been scared of women back then. He wasn't sure why, but he loved to admire them from afar, preferably when they were wearing short miniskirts. Legs were James' favorite part of the female anatomy, but what he really loved the most was seeing an 'accidental' glimpse of their panties that was always lurking. The more unaware the woman was of it the better. And if he happened to catch a particularly beautiful woman off-guard and saw the magic 'triangle', it became masturbation fodder for his monster beast. But the tables had turned on him. Instead of being the voyeur, he had become the target. He had gone from hunter to prey. It had gotten so bad that he eventually decided to leave town and relocate to another city where nobody knew of his gigantic penis and exhibitionist past. Lisa and James passed by the group of naked men who had first been drawn to the room by James loud, uncontrollable groans. They had seen James convulse, spasm and spurt. But rather than be disgusted by it, they were thrilled. The new boy at the club had wagged his weenie for all of them to see. As far as they were concerned, it was done purposely, as a way for the James to show off his stuff, sort of like an initiation ritual. Besides, it wasn't just any penis that was on display, it was an enormous beast. Not just in length but in width too. It was perfectly proportioned, almost a perfect cock. James' penis head was round and smooth, his shaft was hugely veined, looking like a road map, and it stuck out like a flagpole when James had first sauntered into the lounge room, announcing his arrival on the stage, as it were. There wasn't a man present who wouldn't have loved to change places with Lisa at that very moment, seeing that she had the monster dong firmly in her grip. The men stood back to clear a path. They formed two lines, like a guard of honor, with penises raised in a semi-erect salute, as Lisa, with James in tow, passed through. At the end of the line was Tim. He was totally erect, and that bend in his cock that Lisa had noticed earlier was more prominent. His shaft was long and straight, for the first 5 or 6 inches or so, but then it took a downward turn, at about a forty-five degree angle, for the remaining 2 inches or thereabouts, plus the cock-head. So Tim was about a 9 incher, Lisa thought. Not bad. "Sure, keep him for yourself," Tim said, sarcastically, as Lisa and James walked by. A brief pause, and, "hey, I'm coming with you," and Tim rushed to join Lisa and her captive as they strode towards the locker room. James was acutely aware that his ejaculation didn't do too much to relieve the stress on Mr. Penis, and even though Lisa's grip was causing him pain, it still felt erotic. James could sense the blood rushing through his member. He still felt flushed and warm all over. His body was tingling and he had broken into a sweat. His cock was firming up again. Usually an ejaculation was enough to quiet it down, but not today, and James had no idea why his Mr. Penis was acting so strange. Lisa noticed it too. "Damn you, James, she said angrily, releasing his cock. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and the release of James' penis saw it flap twice before stiffening into a full boner and sticking straight out again. James' earlier jerk-off didn't seem to have lessened his agony. "James," she cried, "I don't know what we're going to do with you. Here, lie down on the bench." James did as he was told, and laid down on the wooden bench that ran the length of the wall and faced the lockers. "I'm not feeling too good Lisa. I don't know what's come over me. My body feels like it's on fire, and my cock...damn, my cock, is aching like there's no tomorrow. I need a release. My cock wants to jump out of its skin...I..." "Just relax," said Tim. "Everything will be all right." James had lost all of his inhibitions by now, and he made no attempt to cover his swollen member. Tim wasn't complaining; in fact, his own junk had been responding to the view, much to his delight, Tim was now as boned-up as James. Lisa had gone to the shower area and returned with a wet towel that she had soaked in the sink. "Here, James," she said. "Place this over your forehead." James didn't respond, but just laid there. Every few seconds he started to move his hand down to where Mr. Penis was, but then stopped, afraid of what might happen. But it was obvious that his giant cock was agitated. It twitched; it was begging for attention. In a prone position, James' giant cock had succumbed to the laws of gravity and was now resting on his torso. Lisa gently placed the wet towel over James forehead and unfolded it a little so that it also covered his eyes and nose. That will block out the light, Lisa thought. She couldn't help but be amused that her co-worker from the vice squad was lying there naked on the bench with a towel over his face, his gigantic cock erect and tantalizing. James was oblivious to how he looked. He just prayed that Mr. Penis wouldn't explode by spontaneous combustion. He tried to block everything out. Lisa, meanwhile, had been monitoring Tim's penis situation. She wondered if his boner was her doing or James'. Although in her heart of hearts she knew it was James and his throbbing penis that had captivated Tim, perhaps she could make a convert. Tim was standing behind her as she had placed the towel over James' head, and now she took one step back and brushed against Tim's manhood with her pantied bottom. Lisa noticed with satisfaction that it had remained hard. "Hey Tim," she said softly, so as not to disturb James, "wanna take a walk on the wild side." Tim's bent penis had aroused Lisa's curiosity, not to mention her ardor. She wondered what it would feel like inside her pussy. Tim knew what she meant by 'walking on the wild side'. He'd been around the block a few times and was willing to try anything, and he very gently lowered Lisa's panties until they fell to her ankles. Lisa adroitly stepped out of them without missing a beat. Tim placed his finger into Lisa's vagina and moved it around a bit. He wasn't completely certain of what to expect, but he could feel moisture on his fingers, which he assumed meant that Lisa was getting aroused. Lisa placed her right hand on the wooden bench for balance just beyond where James' body rested. She lifted her shapely butt and with her other hand she reached between her legs and grabbed Tim's cock and guided into place. Tim began to pump her, but after about a minute or so he lost his erection. It was still semi-hard, but not hard enough to jam into Lisa's vagina with any impact. He withdrew his bent thing and gave it a few jerks. It was slippery, doused with Lisa's secretions. Try and he might, he could not get his cock any harder. "That's okay," Lisa said. "Don't worry about it." Not all experiments work, she thought to herself. She turned her attention to James, who was barely moving, except for his extremely erect and pulsating penis. What a thing of beauty, Lisa thought. "James," she said, placing her hand on his chest. "Are you feeling better?" James groaned, but Lisa thought that his groans were sounding less desperate. "How would you like it if I played with your pee-pee?" James felt unable to resist or even answer her. He just groaned again and Lisa took her index finger and rubbed it very gently along James' massive shaft. She crept in closer and blew on it. Her hot breath struck Mr. Penis like a fire-bolt and it immediately popped up and then back down. She could tell that it was getting even stiffer, if such a thing was possible. It was as tightly wound as a rubber band. She could feel the tension inside James' penis, even with just one finger on it. "James," she said, "would it be okay if I kissed it?" Without using her hands she lowered her head and, barely making contact with his cock-head, she gave it a tender kiss. She then took her tongue and licked the base of his cock-head. Lisa would have preferred to lick the under top-side of the cock-head, as she knew that it was much more sensitive, but that would have involved lifting his penis up, and she didn't want to touch it, at least not now. James was in ecstasy, although Lisa could not have known it, as his face remained hidden under the towel. But she could logically assume it, based on the reaction from James' penis. It loved being kissed and it loved being licked. It twitched and bounced and appeared to be self-controlled, beyond the reach of its master who lay prone on the bench. Tim liked what he saw. He went around to the other side of the bench, opposite Lisa, eager for a closer look. "James," she cooed," would you like me to suck on your penis?" It flapped its approval, which Lisa took as a 'yes'. She ever so gently lifted it up, just using her forefinger and thumb. James' cock was dripping with pre-cum. It drooled out in slow drops. Tim, meanwhile, looked like a hungry man who hadn't eaten in days. "Okay, James," Lisa said, "I'm going to put it in my mouth." She tilted the mammoth member in Tim's direction and smiled, and Tim didn't need to be told twice what that meant. He gently took hold of James' cock, and Lisa removed her finger and thumb at about the same time. "Slowly," Lisa mouthed to Tim. Tim began to lick James' penis from the tip of his cock-head to the base of the shaft. He greedily swallowed James pre-cum, which was still oozing out of the slit at the top of his engorged penis. "Oh...oh...that feels good," James moaned. "Oh yeah...Lisa...oh my god...that's the best tongue job I've ever had!" Tim increased his exertions and he lowered his mouth onto James enormous dong and began to suck for all he was worth. "Do you like that, baby," Lisa asked? "Oh, do I ever...oh...oh..." James didn't wonder how Lisa could be talking to him while she was sucking on his cock, but neither did he care. All he knew was that Mr. Penis was going to be getting some relief soon, very, very soon. And from his co-worker, Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski! The woman who inadvertently teased him with her short skits, who made it uncomfortable for James to wear pants when they were together in the office. Lisa shouldn't be allowed to hang around donkey-dicks unless they were unconstrained by clothing. Giant cocks needed freedom to bounce around and twitch unfettered, such was the impact that she had on men. But James' penis was unfettered and unconstrained at the moment. It was free to flap about and spasm and convulse and twitch and do all the things that it needed to do. "Lisa," James groaned harder and louder. "Oh yes...what a blow job...you're the best...I can't take much more...oh...oh...oh my god...I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming...OH MY FUCKING LORD!" At that Tim removed James' penis from his mouth and gave it a few jerks and watched with delight as a steady stream of cum flowed through the air. The first blast slid rapidly down the shaft of James' penis onto Tim's hand, like molten lava from a volcano, but the second blast shot through the air and landed on the towel that was covering James' face. Wave after wave of sperm kept shooting out, and James cried out in ecstasy with each blast, his body writhing excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes," he shrieked, keeping time with the eruptions. Eventually the eruptions stopped, James's body stopped rocking and he lay there breathless, heaving and gasping. "Oh my god," he said. "Lisa, that was fantastic!" James removed the towel from his face. Lisa was standing above him on one side of the wooden bench. From this angle James could see right up between her legs. In all the excitement, Lisa had forgotten that she had previously removed her panties. Wow, thought James. He had a clear, unimpeded view of her cunt lips, and he also noted that she had shaved her pubic hair. This made James happy, in a weird sort of way. If she's gonna see me naked, he thought, better I should see her too. "Lisa," James moaned. That's all he could say. "Lisa." Lisa followed James's eyes and realized that they were fixated on her vagina. She cared, but not enough to make a move to put her panties back on. "James, are you feeling better," she asked? James took a deep breath. "That was a great cum and all...I mean, I really needed it, but damn, my cock still aches. I'm telling you, it feels like it's gonna break away from my balls and fall off." "James," Lisa said, slightly amazed that James' penis was still elongated and firm after the way he had nearly burst his gut shooting out gobs of semen that would have filled a bucket, "why don't you take a shower and get cleaned up. Preferably a cold shower," she said with some amusement. "Maybe that will make your big thing go down. Tim here can show you where the shower is." James didn't even realize that Tim was still in the room, not that it mattered. Half the members in the place had already seen him beat-off, so it was no big deal if Tim watched him as he was getting a blow job. "Yeah, c'mon with me, big guy," Tim chuckled. "Let's get you cleaned up." James turned on the water and began to rinse himself. He noticed that Tim remained there, watching him as he lathered soap over his chest. The showers were partitioned, with two shower heads and, presumably, accommodated two bathers. There was a row of partitioned shower heads that faced each, separated by a narrow corridor. It afforded some privacy, but not a lot. "Hey, I didn't see any towels," James said to him, feeling a little uncomfortable at being watched. "I'll go get you one," Tim said, Meanwhile, Ms. Victoria Duncan was in the process of hiring another towel girl. She had explained the job duties, and the girl seemed interested, saying that she could use some extra money and, besides, it wouldn't hurt to be working around naked men, even if they were gay. In fact, that might be better, as they wouldn't be pawing at her. Good answer, though Ms. Duncan, because most men would be pawing at her. The girl who she was interviewing was about twenty-five years old with long, straight blond hair, an hourglass figure, and long-stemmed, tanned legs. She was a looker, the bathhouse proprietor said to herself. "When can you start," she asked? "I don't know...how about right now?" Ms. Duncan beamed. "You are wearing underwear, aren't you?" "Of course." "Great, then you can start right now." And Kristy received the explanation about the towel girl uniforms that hadn't arrived on time. "Oh that's okay," Kristy had replied. "It's kind of a turn-on being in my underwear, if you know what I mean." "Ms. Duncan did know what she meant, or at least she used to and, hopefully, with any luck, she'd know again someday. Victoria Duncan had been married three times, each time marrying up. Her first husband had worked for the water department. Husband number two was a stockbroker and husband number three was a banker. Generous alimony had allowed her to open this bathhouse, which was officially called VMBH, which stood for 'Victoria's Male Bathhouse'. A discreet sign in front was all anyone saw. Anybody driving by would have no idea what went on behind those walls. If you are going to do something do it right, was her motto, and Victoria had splurged on the place, creating the highest level of comfort, figuring that she would attract a high-powered clientele. There were a lot of gay men in Los Angeles who were very successful, with lots of income. AIDS had shut down many of the lower-class establishments, which served mainly as brothels, but VMBH was a high class place. It's location, on the Sunset Strip in West Hollywood, smack dab in the gay mecca of Los Angeles, lured in many customers. Victoria quickly decided that it would be a member-only establishment. Word-of-mouth spread, and within a year she had over two hundred members. Every now and then a member asked if he could bring a guest with him. Ms. Duncan didn't like that, fearing where it would lead, which is when she came up with the idea of hiring towel boys. "Let them work here as an attendant," she would say, when anyone asked about the guest policy. That seemed like a good compromise, but it eventually led to a lot of sex taking place on the premises. Victoria was hardly a prude. Live and let live, she thought, but if the sex inside the club got out of hand then it would attract the wrong kind of people and who knows what else. The vice squad had recently paid her a visit. That's when she had gotten the idea of hiring girls to work as attendants. She had tried towel boys, now she would have towel girls. James - 10 Years After Pt. 03 Kristy, meanwhile, had been concerned about James, feeling a little guilty of spiking his water bottle with Viagra. She now realized that it was a cruel trick to play on him, but it was too late to do anything about it. Kristy knew that effect Viagra would have on James' penis. It would drive him crazy. He'll be fucking a dog if he gets a chance, Kristy thought...unless...unless... Kristy decided that she would go down to the bathhouse and apply for a job as towel girl. James had told her in vivid detail about his job assignment, and a miffed and jealous Kristy had chafed at the thought of her boyfriend being naked in front of other woman. Once upon a time she was thrilled beyond belief at that prospect, but that's when James was her sister Lori's boyfriend. Now James was her boyfriend. But this is what led to the Viagra. Maybe Kristy wouldn't get hired, but it was worth a try. She felt she had to do something. Kristy emerged from the change room clad only in a white lacey-patterned bra and white cotton panties. She appeared completely as ease, which helped to alleviate Ms. Duncan's concerns, about her being clad only in her underwear. "Come dearie," she said, opening the door to the member's locker room. It was empty. In the adjacent room she could hear running water. "That's the shower room," she said to Kristie. They went into the main lounge area and Kristy saw about a dozen or so men. Two were sitting on towels on bamboo lounge chairs, watching a video on a big-screen TV. A couple of them were milling about, deep in conversation. Other men were entering and exiting the room, going to and from the many rooms that led off from the lounge area. All were stark naked and appeared completely unconcerned about their nude state. Kristy thought she had just taken a trip to heaven, and she didn't even have to die! "Oh, there's Stacy," Ms. Duncan said, referring to the physically fit, athletically built girl wearing a black bra and panties. Some towels were draped over her arms, and she was engaged in conversation with two men. "Wow," Kristy said, slightly laughing. "They grow them big here." Ms. Duncan saw the object of Kristy's awe. "Dear, don't feel awkward, I don't blame you. That's Billy. We call him hammerhead. That's his nickname." "I had no idea they made them that big," Kristy said, laughing in disbelief. Billy was bigger than James, much bigger. Kristy had a hard time wrapping that concept around her brain. "You work here long enough and you'll see every size and shape there is. You will become a penis expert...I know what you're thinking, and its all-right to look. The men here are all proud of their bodies." "That's good to know," said Kristy. "Let's go meet your co-worker," Ms. Duncan said, walking towards Stacy. Kristy followed. "Stacy, this is Kristy. She's just starting." "High," Stacy said coolly. Dyke, was Kristy's first thought, noticing Stacy's short, straight hair that extended just below her face, her non-descript underwear, and her athletically built frame. Stacy took one look at Kristy; seemingly elegant, with long blond hair and perfect feminine figure, her tanned legs and lacey bra...and the first thought that came into Stacy's mind was 'princess', followed by 'bitch'. Stacy also noticed that Kristy had a wandering eye, checking out not only Billy's package, but diverting her eyes to check out the bodies of the other bathhouse members as they came into view. And when Stacy referred to 'bodies', she really meant penises. Stacy knew that she herself was quite attractive too, but she was short, barely registering five feet, and Stacy was immediately jealous of the statuesque Kristy, at least when compared to herself, who stood at least six inches taller. Right then Tim showed up. "Hey, um, get I get a towel? There's someone talking a shower and there were no towels on the shelf." "Timmy," said Ms. Duncan in mock-admonishment at Tim's semi-erect manhood, "you look happy today." Kristy giggled. "Ms. Duncan..." "Victoria," she said. "Victoria," replied Tim, " in all the months that I've been coming here, today is the best day ever." "I'll take care of that" said Stacy, in reference to the towel needs of a member in the shower. She was only too happy to get away from this presumably stuck-up bitch of a co-worker named Kristy. James had finished showering and was waiting for Tim to return with a towel. He left the partitioned shower stall and stood in the open area in front of the showers, near the entrance to the room. He was dripping wet and a little chilled, but it felt good. The air was warm. For the last thirty seconds or so of the shower James had turned off the hot water and allowed the cold water to reach every area of his body, including Mr. Penis. It helped a little, and as James stood there he noticed that his monster organ had receded a little. It wasn't a totally flaccid 9 inches like he had been hoping for - it probably lay between 10 and 11 inches - but some of the fire had gone out of his body. While James assumed that the worst was over, he still felt a tingling sensation in his cock, and he feared that it wouldn't take much for it to get rock-hard again. Thus it was such to his chagrin that James saw the black bra and panty clad women enter the shower area, because he knew that if anyone could get him rock hard again it was her. Stacy hesitated when she saw that it was James who needed the towel. She did take some satisfaction however in seeing him naked and vulnerable. Being clothed in front of a naked man was empowering, even if she was clothed only in her undies. At least they weren't too revealing. Her panties might have been thong, but they covered all that was necessary and, besides, she was proud of her firm, muscular butt that had nary a trace of fat to it. Being clothed in front of a naked man gave her confidence. Stacy felt that she had the upper hand. "Here you go," she said, tossing him a towel, stopping about five feet from where James was standing. "And don't shake that thing at me, either," she said, sternly. Truth be told, Stacy did take it as a compliment - an unwanted compliment perhaps, but a compliment nonetheless - that James' penis had begun to stiffen and harden as he stood facing her. The fact that it was really big didn't hurt either, but Stacy had grown used to seeing large penises. After all, this was the domain of Billy the hammerhead, but Billy's never got as erect as James', and it didn't stick straight out either, like a baseball bat or something. "Look, Stacy...I'm sorry about earlier. I know we got off to a bad start...I don't know what came over me. I'm not usually like that. But...but my penis...well, I don't know how to explain this, but it feels weird. There's like a burning sensation running through it. It feels heavy...like it might break off from my body...it's like there is this big weight pressed against it that I can't see, and this weight is causing tension, a lot of tension. I don't know how to explain it, it...its never happened before...but if I don't get some relief..." "You don't look good, James," Stacy said. "You testicles too, they look swollen." "They do?" James gingerly grabbed Mr. Penis and pulled it upward. With his other hand he cupped his balls and brought them outward. "Oh no, that's their normal size," he said. "Normal? That's normal? Wow, I don't know how you can even stand upright with those things." Stacy couldn't figure James out. While she didn't like the uncouth pass that he had made at her earlier, she had to admit that he was the first man who had made a pass at her since she had begun work at the bathhouse. She must have encountered over a hundred men by now, but only James had come on to her. "James," she asked, are you straight or are you gay?" James's stifled his natural inclination. After all, he was on a work assignment. "Uh...I'm a little confused about my sexuality." It seemed like a pretty good answer. Stacy stared at James up and down, from head to toe. "Let me see your eyes," she said. James leaned his head down and Stacy took a step forward to peer in at them, but in doing so her thigh came into contact with Mr. Penis. She made no attempt to move, unconcerned, and she remained unconcerned when James' cock bounced up at the contact, flopped back down, before settling against the smooth skin of her upper thigh. It made brief contact with the cloth material of her panties and for a brief moment James thought that orgasm number three had reached the point of no return. His penis had touched panties. How he longed to stick Mr. Penis inside Stacy's panties, nestling it between her butt and the material. The feel of the panties would be so erotic. James summoned his strength to remain calm. He would be mortified if he had a sudden explosion. Stacy tooknotice James's discomfort. "Your eyes look a little red," she said. "You know, back when I was a freshman in college I had a sugar daddy. He was in his fifties and he used to take Viagra before we had sex." "Where do you go to school," James interrupted? "UCLA." "Really," James replied. "I graduated from there five years ago." This could have been a casual, normal conversation between a man and a women, the kind that takes place a million times a day in a coffee-shop, or a library, except that it was taking place in a bathhouse, and it seemed perfectly normal for the woman to be clad only in her underwear and the man to be naked as the day he was born, a man with a stiff erection; and they both acted like there was nothing wrong with this scenario. "Like I was saying, my sugar daddy used to take viagra. His eyes looked the same way that yours do now. And he used to stay rock hard, even after we fucked a couple of times. He would say that his penis felt like it was on fire and that it felt heavy, just like you're saying now." "You don't think..." "What, that you took Viagra? It would explain a lot of things." Mr. Penis reared up in approval at Stacy's use of the word 'fucking', and he loved it when she said 'penis'. James could feel the blood engorged in his penis shaft. He took a couple of deep breaths. "How long does this Viagra last," he asked? "A couple of hours, but usually after a few orgasms the effects start to wear off." "Well, I've had two orgasms, but I'm as stiff as ever." "I can see that. But you're younger. Maybe you need three or four orgasms, or even ten. I don't know what happens when a man your age takes Viagra." Suddenly James had the urge to pee. He asked Stacy where the restroom was and she said, "follow me." The urinal was a long extended trough, long enough for ten men to urinate at the same time. It was an old-fashioned horse trough. "Ms. Duncan said that she put it in at the request of some of the members," Stacy said, by way of explanation. She could see that James was a little uncomfortable at using it. But the urge to pee became stronger, and James turned to face the long, communal urinal. "Can a man have a little privacy," he pleaded. "Sorry, Stacy said, and she turned to leave. But after talking about five or six steps back she stopped and turned around. For some unknown reason she felt compelled to watch. It wasn't easy to pee with a full raging hard-on. James jiggled his cock a little in an attempt to coax the urine out of it. It took longer than expected, but finally the fluid began to flow. First in a small stream and then steadier. "Hey, aim for the urinal, not the wall above it." "I thought you weren't watching," James said, but it was too late to stop, as he was now in full pee mode, and it was too late to be embarrassed. "It's tough to control your urine when you have an erection. I can't get it to face downward. Perhaps if I took a step back." Stacy felt the stirrings of an arousal as she watched the fluid flow out of James' cock-head. Even better was the way that James manipulated his massive, hard penis while doing so. She said seen a lot in her relatively short twenty years, but never had she seen a man urinate before, and she found it arousing. James stroked his cock to get the remaining liquid out, and shook it a few more times to make sure that he had gotten it all. He turned to face Stacy. "You know, once you've seen a man pee there's not much left to the imagination. Once he would have been mortified for a woman to have watched him do that, but not today. James - 10 Years After Pt. 04 A few minutes after Stacy had left for the shower area Tim decided to walk back there to see what was going on. His semi-hard pecker was still longing to play in the company of the bathhouse's newest addition. James giant cock had felt good inside his mouth. It was firm and hard, just the way Tim liked it. And his ejaculation, my god, what a show-stopper! That James didn't know it, that he thought it was the towel girl, Lisa, who had sucked him off, only added to Tim's enjoyment. He could sense that James was shy and he realized the need to take things slow. Arriving at the shower area, Tim saw James and Stacy engaged in conversation. James' mammoth penis was still sticking out in total erectness. Man, what a stud pony, Tim thought. He never lets up. Stacy the towel girl would have no chance with the new boy-toy, James. Once she left then he, Tim, would move in for the kill. Be patient, he thought to himself, playfully toying with his own almost fully erect penis. Stacy, meanwhile, had just witnessed James' peeing. One hasn't lived, she thought, until one sees a man with a rock-hard 14 inch member struggling to get the urine to flow out of his enormous cock head. And the way his balls tightened as this was going on. And the look of contentment on his face. But the best part of watching James pee was the voyeuristic aspect of it; James was oblivious to being watched, at least at first, and Stacy also loved it when she saw how comfortable he was once he realized that his peeing was being observed by a hot twenty year old woman wearing just a bra and a thong panty. This could be a special day, Stacy thought. "James, Stacy said, still wearing a smile on her face, "I had hoped that urinating would relieve some of the stress on your thing, but I see that this is not so. What are you going to do?" "I don't know," he said in a plaintive wail. "This has been the worst day of my life. Even worse when I was forced to pretend that I was a nudist." "What? When did that happen?" Stacy was intrigued. James told her the entire story, of how his girlfriend's sister had persuaded him to pretend that he was a nudist, and how his girlfriend and her mother, once they were made aware of the situation, did everything in their power to tease James mercilessly, contriving situations for James to appear naked in front of their friends, even convincing a doctor who was to give James a physical that she should instruct James to masturbate on a daily basis, and that Lori, James' girlfriend, should not only supervise the masturbation, but that she should administer it herself. James was very naïve in those days. Lori had been his first girlfriend and he was afraid of losing her should she discover the truth, which was that he wasn't a nudist and, in fact, was shamed and humiliated at the naked situations he kept finding himself in. The entire time that James and Lori were together they never had sex. Lori told James that she was saving herself for marriage. James had never even seen her naked, but Lori was able to trick James into being naked in public at every turn, and she took the masturbation therapy ordered by the doctor, even further, by having James jack-off in front of her friends as often as she could place him in the right situation, which was frequently. It had been so traumatic for him that he was insecure around woman and even now, ten years later, the thought of having intercourse with a girl was scary and threatening. He was content with hand jobs and masturbation. "No wonder you're confused about your sexuality," Stacy commiserated, once James had finished his tale of woe. "But I can understand what motivated your girlfriend. I mean, look at you. James, your penis is very big. Girls like that." James blushed. "I know," he said, making it sound like a burden. "Bu please, Stacy", he begged, "don't start on me. This is not a good time. Being near you is making my cock...I mean, I can feel the blood rising, or something...I think I could cum at any moment, and your teasing is not helping. Stacy pinned some loose strands of hair behind her ear. Her hair was always falling down and getting into her face, as it was too short to stay permanently pinned behind her ears. James found the image very alluring. She seemed so nonchalant when she did it. Stacy had style. That was it. That was the subtle pretext of his lust for her. James had been unable to define it, until now. Her movements were so fluid, so natural, that something as trivial as pinning her hair back took on additional meaning. But was James thinking from the heart or from his Viagra-impacted boner? "How many times have you had intercourse, James," Stacy asked, unaware of James' current innermost thoughts? "With a woman," she added. "Only with a woman, I'll have you know. I've never been in any kind of sexual situation with a man until today. I've had sex with a woman twice, although neither time was very good. I was so scared that I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so I rushed, and I came as quickly as I could. I didn't know how to please a woman...I still don't...all I could think about was having an orgasm so that I could get out of there as quickly as possible. I was so ashamed afterwards that I never saw either girl again." Stacy tried hard not to focus of James astonishing erection, but it was hard not to. She didn't want to be like all the previous women James had known who took advantage of his innocence and used him for their own enjoyment. But a girl, any girl, had her limits. Stacy could only stare at James' rigid boner for so long without thinking about how to use it to her advantage. It was only natural. You would think that working at a bathhouse, surrounded by naked men, would have made Stacy jaded about the male anatomy. And, in a way, it had. But James was an exception. His innocence about his giant member, and the effect it had on woman, was endearing. James's cock appeared to have a mind of its own, as if it were beyond his control. It was funny. It was funny and cute. It was funny and cute, and it was very appealing. James' cock kept twitching as he faced Stacy. It reminded her of a bucking horse trying to get out of the chute, flailing uncontrollably as James did his best to cope with it. The beast was chomping at the bit to explode in a powerful eruption. Stacy could sense that. If James' penis would only get soft perhaps she could focus better on James the man, rather that treating him like a piece of meat. Stacy was also beginning to feel sorry for James. He wasn't such a bad guy, she thought. What happened earlier in the day was not his fault; it was the Viagra that he had unknowingly ingested which turned him into something that was out of character for him. Stacy was also acutely aware of the dampness at the bottom of her panties. To thine own self be true, she thought, and she quickly accepted the undeniable fact that seeing James in this condition was a once in a lifetime opportunity that might never happen again. Stacy was no virgin. She didn't sleep around a lot, but she liked good sex, and if she played her cards right...well, the possibilities were endless. Besides, she reasoned, it might be therapeutic for James to discover the joys of a woman. "James, come with me," she said. James obediently followed Stacy, his 14 inch beanpole leading the way in front of him. Each step made his penis throb and ache more than the previous step had. It was so heavy and so hard that it flailed with each movement of his walking. And each time it bounced downward James felt a tightening sensation in his loins, which kept increasing in intensity. Following Stacy the way he was allowed him a great vantage point for studying her tight and firm, cute little butt cheeks that were protruding from her thong and tantalizingly so. Mr. Penis roared with approval. For a moment James thought he was going to lose it; he stopped, and with one hand he held on to the wall for support. "James, are you going to make it?" Stacy turned and faced him. The head of his giant penis was a lot redder in color than the shaft and she saw that a little bit of liquid was seeping out of the opening at the top of his cock head. Pre-cum, she thought James caught his breath. "Yeah, I think I' gonna be okay, I'm gonna make it, but...oh oh...wait...oh no...damn...OH NO...AARRGGHH". It was a good thing that James had one hand on the wall for support, for his knees buckled and his body shook violently. A huge load of semen shot out. Stacy should have stepped to one side, but she didn't, and a wet, warm sticky splash of James' love juice hit her on the abdomen with such force that it stung a little as it bounced off of her. "Stacy, your thong...you're so hot...I can't help it...AARRGGHH". Another blast of semen, and another and another, about ten in all, blasted out of James' erect penis as if shot out of a cannon, and splattered on the floor. Stacy watched intently, transfixed. James' semen felt warm on her abdomen. She touched it with her hand and brought it up to her nose so she could smell it. James whimpered with satisfaction and sat down on the floor. He leaned back on the wall. Mr. Penis dangled enticingly between his legs, slightly shrunken and damp, with sperm still draining down its sides. A minute or two passed in silence. "I'm so sorry, Stacy," James finally said, "but I don't think I've ever been so turned on in all my life. You are unbelievable. Sometimes my cock goes off on its own...I wish it didn't...please don't be offended. I really like you and I don't want to turn you off...it must be the Viagra or something." That sealed the deal as far as Stacy was concerned. He was so cute, so openly honest, just like a little child. "Is it going to get hard again," she asked inquisitively? It better, she thought, otherwise her plans would go to waste. Stacy would take care of her little boy with his not-so-little penis. She knelt down on the floor and embraced James' cock with her hands. The still-warm stickiness felt gooey but nice. "Stand up," she ordered. James did as he was told. With one hand Stacy cupped James' massive balls. She felt each one individually, giving them a playful modest squeeze with her thumb and finger. It didn't quite hurt and it didn't quite tickle, and James felt his body convulse just a little. Stacy grabbed James' cock with her other hand and placed it in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, so as to not allow it to make contact with her lips or tongue, and she instead raked his shaft with her teeth. She didn't do this for long, because within twenty seconds or so Stacy felt her mouth filling up, and soon it was impossible to avoid making contact with Mr. Penis with her lips and mouth wall. The thing had swelled up again. Stacy took it out of her mouth and admired her work. She gingerly scratched the underside of his cock-head with her fingernail right where it meets the shaft. There was a little triangle of skin discoloration at that very spot; the sweet spot, as she knew it. James' shaft was in full raging boner mode. "Yes, I think everything will be okay," Stacy said. "How many orgasms is that again today, three?" Stacy and James resumed their walk. His cock was as firm as it had ever been. They turned a corner and went down a dimly lit hallway. There was a door. Stacy punched in a pass-code and opened the door. "You have to be a member for 6 months before they give you a code for this room," was all she said. "Where are we?" "This is the grotto." "This is nice," James replied. The first thing he noticed was the feel of the spongy floor on his bare feet. It was a little soft and it had some give to it, but it felt very comfortable. The walls were painted in a tropical motif, with palm trees, flowers and, off in the distance, the ocean. James could even hear water gurgling from somewhere. He looked up and saw that a stream of soothing, warm water flowed through the room from above, like a fountain. It created a mist that filled the room. Everything was designed to create a romantic mood, and with good success too. "Okay, James. Just listen to Stacy and everything will be all-right." "What are you going to do," he stammered? "Never mind that. I want you to lie down on the floor." Stacy took a towel that she had been carrying and placed it on the floor. She faced James as she bent down to do so, and James got a clear view of her cleavage. Mr. Penis was loving it. James lied down on the towel, and his erect penis, which had been sticking straight out, fell against his body with a loud slap. "Now what," he gulped? Without saying a word, Stacy lowered her panties, again showing James even more cleavage, as she stepped out of them. I guess that conservative black bra isn't as concealing as she thinks, James thought to himself with glee. Ordinarily at this junction Mr. Penis would begin to get scared and start to retreat, but not this time. Stacy touched her vagina with her fingers. Was it moist enough to accept the massive cock? She decided that it was. "James, all you have to do is lie back and enjoy the ride," she announced. "I'll do all the work. I just want you to relax and not think of anything." And with that she slowly lowered herself down and, using one hand, she slowly lifted James' penis and carefully entered it between her cunt lips. Stacy rode him slowly at first, taking just a little bit of the cock, for it took a few moments for her cunt to realize the magnitude of the task she was asking it to do. Stacy slowly increased her rhythm, and soon was bouncing up and down at a faster and faster pace. James was lost in the moment. Mr. Penis felt like it had entered a world of make-believe, a world that was of a soft, silky, velvet-like texture. Stacy's vagina embraced James cock, and he felt like his penis was gripped by a steel caged vise. It was rubbing the side of his shaft, increasing in friction, and his cock-head was straining to go deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no end; it was a void, like being in space. Stacy began riding him as fast and as forcefully as she could. James was suddenly aware of space closing in on him. A vagina had its limits, and James had reached it. James looked up at Stacy. For once he could see the look of ecstasy on a woman's face. Stacy's eyes had rolled to the back of her head. She looked catatonic. She was moaning, she was yelping, almost crying, in orgasmic enjoyment. This ain't so bad, James thought, and not much longer after he thought that then a wave of electricity pored through his cock. It twitched, and his whole body convulsed. James knew how this particular story would end. "Stacy, Stacy," he cried. "I'm gonna cum." "Keep pumping" she moaned, making it sound like a command. Wave after wave of semen poured out of James' cock. James kept groaning, his sounds sounding very similar to Stacy's. They were groaning in rhythm. James couldn't count the number of spasms, but he could feel the hot juice flowing down to the base of his cock and on to his balls. It felt good. "Stay hard," Stacy begged. "Stay hard for me...please...oh...oh..." Maybe it was the Viagra talking, because James' erection showed no signs of abating. Mr. Penis remained rock-hard. James' cock felt taut and wired inside the velvety, warm liquid cocoon of Stacy's womanhood. Stacy kept riding the wild bull. She had lost count of her orgasms. She and James had settled into a comfortable rhythm and were both lost in the moment. This was as close to pure ecstasy as one could get! Tim, meanwhile, had seen them enter the grotto. There was only one reason to go in there, so he knew what was going to occur. He waited a few minutes and then he punch-coded his way inside the room. So engrossed were Stacy and James in their passion that they scarcely took notice of the intruder. Tim's cock grew hard and firm as he listed to their lovemaking sounds. He stroked himself furiously, and soon he had a full erection. He had watched with desire as James had cried out in frenzy upon reaching his first orgasm, having shot his load of cum inside Stacy's vagina. They were both still going strong, as if that ejaculation had never happened. Stacy was violently bouncing up on down on James' shaft, with no end in sight. This guy is superman, Tim thought. And then, hey, why not a threesome? Tim walked over and stood over James head from behind, facing Stacy. She saw him, but was so lost in her own world that she scarcely knew, or cared, what his motives were. Tim next stepped around in front of James. He too was lost in the grip of a sex-force that seemed beyond his control. Tim lowered himself in front of where Stacy was bouncing up and down, pounding her fists into James's stomach, crying out in a wail that bordered on dementia. Tim's cock was now in position, just a foot above James' face. James was moaning too, and his mouth was slightly open so as to allow an escape outlet for his heavy breathing. Tim took his own penis by the hand and lowered it into James' open mouth. James offered no resistance. At some level James was aware of what Tim was doing, but he was so imprisoned by his own lust that he couldn't focus on Tim. He was oblivious, or at least unconcerned, with the knowledge that an erect penis was popping in and out of his mouth. He just didn't care; it was Stacy dominated his thoughts, so he willingly accepted and swallowed Tim's 9 inch member and allowed his mouth to be used as a penis receptacle. Ms. Duncan was continuing her tour of the facility with the new towel girl, Kristy. They were in the shower area. By this time a couple of the shower stalls were in use and Ms. Duncan thought it prudent to allow the men their privacy. "Come with me, Kristy, I want to show you where we keep the towels." They turned down the corridor at whose end lay the grotto, but stopping well before they reached it. "In these cupboards we keep the towels," Ms. Duncan said, opening and closing the cupboard doors. They turned to leave. "That's odd, that door ought to be closed. Kristy, be a good girl and close that door at the end of the hall. Kristy did as she was told and walked the twenty paces or thereabouts to the door at the end of the corridor. She could hear moaning from inside the room. Curious, she peaked inside to see what was happening. What she saw freaked her out. It was her boyfriend, James, with that dyke bitch, Stacy, riding his monster cock for all it was worth. Not only that, but her boyfriend was giving a blowjob to a man, and it looked like he was enjoying it! As fate would have it, Kristy had entered the room just as James was reaching a second climax, and Kristy was subjected to hearing James cry out his eternal love to Stacy, as his orgasm enveloped his body. "James, she shrieked, "how could you!" James looked up in shock. "Kristy? What the..." Stacy was still riding James' cock, riding it like a demon, with all the intensity she could muster. She was vaguely aware of someone else's presence in the room, but she didn't deduce that it was the princess bitch Kristy, who now ran out of the room as fast as she could. James wanted to run after her, but with his penis still in the grasp of Stacy's vagina, and with Tim's knees perched on James' shoulders, he was pinned. James just laid back and concentrated on pleasing Stacy. This was a new sensation for him, and he could tell that Mr. Penis loved being sheltered by the warm, liquid velvet of Stacy's vagina. James might have been distracted just a little by the Kristy-induced drama, but Tim's penis wasn't, and with a few grunts and a few jerks Tim was able to announce his climax via a deposit of warm male love-juice that sprayed onto James' face. Some of it got onto James' tongue. It tasted salty. But James was not thinking about Tim's penis. And the two orgasms he had inside Stacy's cunt had taken the edge off of his horniness. Kristy was soon on his mind. Did what he thought had just happened really happen, or was it a dream? James had been so lost in ecstasy that he wasn't sure. James - 10 Years After Pt. 04 Tim got off of James and stood up, with a content look on his face. He felt a little sheepish to have taken advantage of the situation, and now that he had satisfied his lust he saw no reason to hang around. He left Stacy and James to themselves in the misty, romantic grotto. Mr. Penis began to soften ever so slightly. James was aware of it first, and soon Stacy was too, but James' cock had done its job, it had done the heavy lifting, so-to-speak. Stacy was practically overcome with satisfaction. She collapsed and fell forward onto James chest, purring like a kitten with sated delight. Her breathing was heavy and James was amazed at how spent she was. Just like himself, he thought, after one of his typical ejaculations. Did he just please a woman? He smiled at the thought. And you know what? While sucking on a penis wasn't his cup of tea, James took satisfaction knowing that he had contributed to the sexual needs of another person. He was so overwhelmed by his coupling with Stacy that nothing else mattered, and giving Tim a blow job was not the end of the world. It wasn't like James had craved Tim's penis. He could have done without it, but it was forced on him, it wasn't his decision. James wasn't gay, or even bi-sexual. His penis had cried out for Stacy and Stacy only. After leaving the grotto Tim had run into Ms. Duncan, who had a bewildered look on her face. "What happened in there," she asked him?" "Oh, nothing...just a little fun between consenting adults." Tim, did you at least wear a condom?" Veronica, it was just a blowjob. That's all." James and Stacy didn't move for several minutes. She rested her exhausted body on top of his. "James, she said after a while, "you were brilliant. That was the best sex I have ever had. See, you had no reason to be scared of women." She slid off to the side and rested her head on his chest. With one hand she scratched her finger nails over his nipples, with the other she reached down James body and gratefully caressed his penis which was now covered in the goo that had been generated by both hers and his secretions. She shook it back and forth, from side to side. She used her hand to express her love to James' penis, even though his erection had disappeared. "James, look," she said, smiling. "You're a softie!" "Thank god," he uttered, too spent to even care. "How many orgasms did you have?" "I think I had two with you just now, and three before." "So it took five orgasms for the Viagra to wear off." "I guess. Just be careful, Stacy. Your hand is like magic. You keep playing with Mr. Penis and it will probably get hard again." "Mr. Penis," she asked? "Is that what you call it? How cute." She turned her head to gaze at the slayed beast. "How are you feeling, Mr. Penis," she cooed? Did you shoot out enough sperm for one day?" She fondled and then lifted James' penis to examine it more closely. After all, this was the first time she had seen it soft, and it was still imposing. "This thing is really big," she said, laughing. And she kissed it. "But it looks so pretty when it is soft." "Stacy," asked James, "will you do me a favor? Could you remove your bra? I really want to see your luscious breasts." While Stacy's breasts were about the same size as Kristy's, Stacy was shorter and so her breasts, by comparison, seemed larger in proportion. "I don't know. Aren't you afraid of what it might do to Mr. Penis?" "I don't care about Mr. Penis right now," said James. "If he gets hard I'll whack him off, but you're breasts...wow, they are luscious. Stacy removed her bra and slid her breasts down onto James' face. He grabbed them with both hands, feeling their glandular flesh, and he devoured her nipples with his mouth. "Wow," was all James could say. Stacy took her bra and wrapped it around James 10 inch penis shaft, right under the cock-head. It wasn't 9 inches, as it would have been were James totally flaccid, but Mr. Penis was fairly close to being Mr. Softie, about as close as it had been since James had entered the bathhouse. "You can get keep the bra as a present," Stacy said. "Uh, don't you need it for you job?" "Oh yeah, that's right." And they both laughed. James suddenly remembered that he too had a job. "I suppose we ought to get out of here so you can return to work. Ms. Duncan must be wondering what happened to you." Every person has a sexual fantasy, and Kristy was no different. In her most re-occurring one Kristy was a queen living in ancient times. She sat on a golden throne that was perched on the shoulders of four muscular male slaves, who were all naked. They had huge penises, naturally, which flopped like pendulums through the air as they struggled under the burden of carrying their Queen on her heavy golden chair. The destination was the royal bath. The men would stop before a small bathing pool of water that was big enough to accommodate Queen Kristy and her hand-maidens, who were there waiting for her. The naked slaves would lower the golden throne to the ground, and Kristy would step out. The maidens next took the slaves by the hand and placed them around the pool. They would then blindfold them, as the men were not allowed to see their queen while she bathed naked. Large fans were placed in their hands and the muscular naked men with the big dicks would use the fans to send a breeze into the pool as the hand-maidens bathed their Queen. Eventually one of the hand-maidens would stick her tongue into Kristy's vagina, and shortly thereafter Kristy was moaning with orgasmic delight. Sometimes a rebellious slave, overcome by passion, would rip off his blindfold and sexually ravage the Queen. His penis resembled closely that of Kristy's own personal boy-toy, James. Half crying, and still burning with rage, Kristy ran out into the main lounge area. While furious at James, she slowly had come to the realization that it was her own fault. First it was 'I should have gotten here sooner', but eventually Kristy came to accept that 'maybe I shouldn't have mixed the Viagra into his water bottle'. What bothered her more than anything though was that it was the dyke Stacy who had lured James into her lair, and had trapped the sexually innocent dupe into satisfying her perverse needs. Seeing a cock in James' mouth didn't bother her as much. Kristy admired her figure in on the many mirrors that filled the bathhouse. No, she wasn't worried about a cock; she could compete against that. James was no homo, of that she was certain. But Stacy was real competition. Maybe James felt more comfortable with a dyke. Okay, maybe she wasn't a real dyke, but her pussy must be stretched out real bad if she could fit James' cock inside of it? That made her a tramp, in Kristy's eyes. James' cock would rip her own insides apart, Kristy thought, but at the same time she saw how much pleasure it gave him. And once James had discovered the delights of a woman's pussy, how much longer would he be content with just a blow job or masturbating in front of his girlfriend. This was serious, Kristy realized. For the first time since she had been in Los Angeles she felt that she was engaged in a contest for James' affection. She wasn't feeling too good about things, when she was conscious of a man's voice, asking if she could get him a drink. He was watching a video on the large TV. It was pornographic, and for a moment Kristy gaped with disbelief at the five men on the screen who were having a 'circle jerk', that is, sitting on chairs in a circle and having a masturbation contest while facing each other. The best part of the video for Stacy was that there were a group of women, all clothed, who were standing behind the men, watching the contest. The jerkies, if that was a real term, were all big-boned men, and Kristy had a sudden fantasy of James being one of them. Maybe James would like to be involved in a circle jerk in front of Stacy and her girlfriends from nursing school. Perhaps Kristy needed to spice up their love life if she was going to keep him away from the clutches of evil Stacy. Kristy wasn't sure where the bar was located so she strode off in search of it. The first room she came to was the Jacuzzi room. It was a small room whose space was virtually swallowed up by the Jacuzzi pool. The pool dimensions were probably ten feet long and ten feet wide On three sides there was barely enough space to stand, and the fourth side had about seven or eight feet of space in front of it, in between the pool and the entrance to the room. This is cozy, she thought. There were a group of men in the pool, just talking, as far as she could tell. "High guys," she said. "I was looking for the wet bar," and she turned to leave. "Wait, don't go yet." Kristy stopped and faced the men in the pool. They were kind of cute, not that it mattered. The men asked who she was, and she introduced herself to them. They engaged in small talk, but no matter one's sexual orientation, it was hard not to take a liking to this bubbly free-spirited woman with the tall shapely legs who was clad only in a white bra and white panties. The water in the pool came up to the men's chest, and it was fairly light and transparent water at that. Kristy was a natural voyeur, and she made no secret of looking down into the water to see what was below. That the men were naked she knew. But she was fairly certain that they had erections, which intrigued her to no end. Perhaps it was the realization of having seen James having sex with someone other than herself, perhaps it was due to the pornographic video she had just seen, perhaps she was projecting her vulnerability into an abstract form of expression, but for whatever the reason, Kristy began to think about the slaves and the Queen's bathing ritual. "I have an idea," she said to the men, "but only if you're willing." James - 10 Years After Pt. 05 James returned to the main lounge. His penis was at ease, resting comfortably. It had shrunk to 9 inches and being a softie never felt as good as it did right now. The Viagra had worn off; either that or the five orgasms had worked it out of his system. And another thing. James was no longer shy about wandering about nude in the bathhouse in front of all the naked men and the partially clothed towel girls, or even the amply endowed Ms. Duncan. Mr. Penis was still bigger than most cocks, even at 9 inches, so he was getting more than a few stares, but James didn't mind. He felt rejuvenated and liberated, proud of his manhood. Showing it off was no longer a big deal. Odd how he squirmed in naked embarrassment ten years ago when Lori and Kristy had paraded him around, pretending to being a nudist. But that was due to the deception. James felt a lot more comfortable without clothes, at least physically. It gave Mr. Penis more room to swing and move. And now, psychologically-speaking, a nudist lifestyle didn't seem so bad. In the back of James' mind he had a recollection of having seen Kristy. How odd that she would show up as he was being ridden by Stacy. Did it even really happen? It couldn't have been Kristy, could it? Maybe the Viagra caused him to hallucinate. James shrugged it off. No way could Kristy have been here. He saw Lisa at the other end of the room and saddled up to her. He had no objections to dangling his large, flaccid member in front of her penetrating eyes. Why should he? She had earlier given him a blowjob; orgasm number two, if he recalled correctly. "James," she said, "where have you been? Have you found anything going on?" Lisa was quite aware of James' drooping manhood. It was hanging low, halfway down his thigh. It was the first thing she had noticed. It certainly looked a lot less threatening than it did before, when it was a raging 14 inch fire-hose. But it was still a thing of beauty. It really did look like a baby's arm, making a fist. "Nope," James replied, "I think the place is clean; so far, anyway." What he neglected to say of course was that the only unprotected sex he witnessed was the one in which he was a participant. "This place is dull, if you ask me," Lisa replied. "Though, see those two men over there? That's pretty hot." Lisa discreetly pointed put two men who were watching a video while sitting side by side on a couch, giving each other a hand job. "You know, Lisa, I bet that if any sex is going on it would be in one of these private rooms." "Why don't you go and take a look around back there and see what you can see." "What are you going to do," James asked? "I don't know, I think I'll watch the video for a while and see if those two lovebirds take it into a private area. I'll linger behind and then follow them. They might be out first violators." James glanced over at the video. It showed a man lying on a bed, masturbating. "I think I know why you want to watch the video for a while," he said to Lisa, winking. "Go, will you," she implored. "Let me do my job." There sure where a lot of rooms. James went down the corridor that ran adjacent to the main lounge. There were several entrances and exits from the lounge, and the corridors ran along all four sides of the room. One could do a loop around the entire lounge by following the corridors. There must have been private twenty rooms in all. Seeing nothing, James turned the corner and began walking down another corridor. He passed a steam room, and he also walked by the sauna room to. Each room was occupied by several of the members, but no sexual activity was taking place. James kept walking. As he neared the end of the corridor he could hear voices off in the distance. He turned the corner and saw a small group of men standing at the entrance to another room. They were whooping it up, as whatever it was they were seeing, it was giving them great pleasure. One of the men was even pulling on his penis, trying to get it hard. James strode up to the room. "Hey, what's up," he asked? "Check it out", one of the men said. I didn't know that we had initiation rites." "What?" "Yeah, check it out," and the man stepped back so James could move in for a closer look. Inside the room were a group of men, five it all, standing in a circle, surrounding someone who was writhing on the floor, and they were all jerking off. Whoever was lying on the floor seemed to be enjoying the ritual. Wait, that looks like a woman on the floor. James stepped inside the entranceway to the Jacuzzi room. While doing so his penis actually made contact with another man, but James' curiosity allowed him to ignore it. He no longer felt threatened by being naked in a gay bathhouse, amidst all the other naked men. That poor girl, he thought. He saw the white panties, and he saw that her hand had slipped inside her panties, and she was massaging herself furiously. At that moment one of the masturbators climaxed, shooting his load of sperm onto the girl. She seemed to be enjoying it. The man who had just shot his spunk stepped aside and said, "next." There were certainly enough men about, so it wouldn't be difficult to find a volunteer. James debated whether he should move in. After all, he was working undercover, and what better way to fit in then to take part in the general activities of the place? Masturbation was safe sex, and Mr. Penis could always use a workout. But a shift in the men's positioning afforded James a clear view of the woman's face. "KRISTY...what the" Kristy didn't even look up; she was lost in her own passion. Queen Kristy was being ravaged by her naked male slaves, and the fantasy was slowly bringing her to orgasmic delight. James recoiled. He stood there for a moment, watching. Then he stepped back outside the room and into the corridor, alongside a few of the other men, who were enjoying the show. His heart dropped. It was not a hallucination. Kristy really did see him in the grotto, and now she was having her revenge. What to do? What to do? James was still on assignment. He hadn't blown his cover...yet. If he stepped in and 'rescued' Kristy from the circle jerk then he risked his cover. Besides, it didn't look as if Kristy wanted to be rescued. James stood there for a minute wondering what to do. The whole gamut of emotions raced through him. He felt guilty of course, as it was certainly his fault that Kristy was in the situation she found herself in. Billy the hammerhead came bouncing over to the Jacuzzi room while James was dealing with his dilemma. Billy peered inside the room, saw what was going on, liked what he saw, stroked his man-meat for a moment or two, and then took a step inside the room to wait his turn in the queue. James kept his eye on Billy. He heard the groans of the men who were jerking off, he heard the excited voices of the watchers, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Billy, whose cock was starting to get hard. He was really packing some wood, James thought. There was no doubt who the king cock of this bathhouse was. A few minutes passed and Billy was at the head of the queue. This had been going on for about 10 minutes at least; James didn't know how long it had been going on before he discovered. He had no idea how many men had ejaculated on to Kristy's elegant, voluptuous body. James was bothered by it, but felt powerless to stop it which, in a way, meant that he had no objection to it. He started to feel even more guilt. Most likely it was the sight of Billy's cock, virtually now erect in its splendor. He had to be at least 16 inches; it was way bigger than James', and one could not tell whether Billy was even at full mast. His cock-head was bigger than some men's penises! A space opened up and Billy greedily moved in to take his place in the circle. He was waving his thing, twisting it around, showboating for anyone who was watching. Billy always attracted a crowd, even when he wasn't doing anything as public and demonstrative as what he was now about to do. But the thought of Billy using Kristy for his own pleasure riled James. I guess one could say that James was a little jealous, or else he feared that Kristy might have found herself a new penis to play with, one that made even the horse-hung James feel insecure. James spontaneously burst into action. "Hey, leave her alone," James shouted, bursting into the room and grabbing Billy by the arm. "What's it to you," Billy demanded "Just leave her alone...okay?" Well, sonny boy, why don't you mind you own business and leave old hammerhead here to do his thing?" Billy brushed off James' arm, but James didn't accept the brush-off. He grabbed Billy by the arm and wrenched him away from the circle. Billy responded by using both hands to shove James, who stumbled back out into the corridor. Billy followed, and the two men began to wrestle. Suddenly there was an event going on that was of more interest than the circle jerk. James and Billy were rolling around on the floor. The narrowness of the corridor made movement difficult, but their momentum took them back through one of the entrances into the main lounge. A crowd formed to watch. Billy had the upper hand at first. He managed to pin James on the floor, and was able to place his knees on James' shoulders, rendering him immobile. Billy took his big cock, which really was about as close to a lethal weapon as one could find inside the bathhouse, and began to smack James across the face with it...once, twice, even three times. James was still immobilized. Billy then tried to stick his mammoth sausage into James' mouth, with some success. "Suck on this, bitch," he sneered. Billy managed to get a few inches of his meat inside James mouth. James was none too happy. I already had one cock in my mouth today and I'll be damned if I allow another one, he thought. He chomped down with his teeth and bit Billy's penis with all his might. Billy recoiled and yelped in pain, loosening the grip he that had on James, who needed only a small opening to reverse Billy's advantage. Using his police training, he soon managed to pile-drive Billy on to the floor, face-down. Had James a rope he could have hog-tied Billy, but he didn't, so he slipped one hand under Billy's neck, and with his other hand he grabbed Billy's leg and brought it up to his lower back. James' knee was firmly positioned in the small of Billy's back; the hammerhead was defeated. "What is going on," demanded Ms. Duncan, who had been attracted by the noise and left her office to investigate? With Billy face down on the floor and James mounted on him with one knee, his penis was perfectly situated for Ms. Duncan's inspection, but she didn't have time to admire the view, even if most everyone else in the room begged to differ. Sputtering at first, not knowing what to say, Ms. Duncan finally gained her composure. "You, and you," she said, pointing to the two combatants, "I want to see you in my office right now. And you too, missy," she added, seeing Kristy standing amongst the crowd of onlookers. She wasn't sure what Kristy's role had been in this, but she recognized semen splatterings when she saw them, and Kristy was drenched with cum. "I'm very disappointed at both of you," Veronica Duncan said to the two men, once everyone was inside her office. "It's not James' fault," interrupted Kristy, "it's mine." "How so?" "He's my boyfriend." After a moment's pause, Ms. Duncan said, "you're fired. "But it's because of the Viagra." "The what?" "Viagra," said Kristy. "I put some in James' drink before he got here. Ms. Duncan shook her head. "And I thought hiring girls was a good idea," she muttered. "What led to the fight," she then asked? "I will not permit such behavior at my place." Billy, who was standing next to James during Ms. Duncan's admonishment, next put his arm around James and said, "Veronica, I'm sorry about what happened, but we're all good friends here, right?' James nodded in agreement, and Billy, out of nowhere, said "on guard!" With that he took his hammer and began smacking Mr. Penis. James quickly responded, and the two men were soon having a playful sword fight. James looked down at Billy' penis. His cock-head had an enormous slit at the top, as befitting a penis of such magnitude. His cock-head was extremely wide, and on top of such a slender shaft. It really did look like a hammerhead shark, James thought to himself. Ms. Duncan had to admit to herself that the incident was about to have a happy ending. Kristy was also pleased by the conciliation, especially the mock cock-fight. "I have an idea," she said, and whispered into Ms. Duncan's ear. Before the men knew it, they were standing back-to-back. "Now each walk five paces," Ms. Duncan instructed. The two men obeyed and then turned to face each other. "Okay, when I say go I want you begin jerking." James and Billy stood poised as ready combatants. "It's Hammerhead versus Seabiscuit," she announced. "No, wait...James...I have a better nickname for you. From now on you're Bigfoot." "Bigfoot, he asked?" "I love it," announced Kristy, excitedly. Ms. Duncan gave the signal, and the clash of the titanic cocks commenced. It wasn't really a fair fight, as Mr. Penis was weary from its earlier workouts. But James was a trooper and he would not back down from the challenge. He grabbed his 9" inch member and it quickly became 12 inches...13 inches...and almost got to 14 inches, which was the maximum length. Billy meanwhile had risen to full mast, and Kristy stood there in mouth-wide shock at the massive cock. She was used to seeing big penises, being James' girlfriend and all, but Billy's thing took it to another level. Ms. Duncan too was amazed, but she managed to keep her decorum, as befitting her status. After a few minutes Billy was breathing heavy and it was clear that he was going to ejaculate first. With a loud yell he spilled his seed in a blast that shot across at his adversary, landing on James' legs. James, meanwhile, kept jerking, although he was finding it difficult get to that stage where orgasm becomes inevitable. Billy kept jerking and spurting. His stroking had now become irregular, using different speeds and rotations to coax all of the sperm out of his hammer. By the time he had finished the open floor space between himself and James was a virtual puddle of love-juice. James's legs had been on the receiving end of many blasts before the velocity decreased, but he made no attempt to stand back. No, James stood there and took his punishment as a man. Ms. Duncan turned to Kristy and suggested that she give her boyfriend a helping hand. Once Billy had won the contest, Ms. Duncan simply wanted it to end; the thrill was over. But James was so intent on fulfilling what was expected of him that he refused to stop jerking. Perhaps Kristy could speed things up. "I'll show you how you do it," she said, smiling and looking right into James' eyes. Now ordinarily Kristy would have savored the moment, but subtlety at right now was redundant. She grabbed Mr. Penis and shook it and stroked it as if her life depended on it. James' massive shaft responded to her familiar hands, and within a few minutes James was writhing and moaning. When he finally shot his load it only landed about a foot in front of where he was standing. And his eruptions were no match for Billy's in terms of output. Mr. Penis was indeed worn out. Ms. Duncan was satisfied and declared Billy the winner. But Kristy was still fired. Not that it mattered; she was only doing it as a lark, to keep an eye on James. She knew that Viagra would be too much of a good thing, especially for a horn-dog like James. Later that evening James sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, naked as usual. Kristy was at the other end, facing him. She had on a short denim miniskirt, and she tried to make it appear that it was by accident that her panties peeked out for James' enjoyment. Mr. Penis was stirring ever so slightly, but it would take a lot of effort to get his full attention, certainly more than just a little panty peek. Kristy had explained her reasoning for the circle jerk. James fucking Stacy, James showing off his big manhood to anyone and everyone, the circle jerk video she had seen, and even her own fantasy about the naked slaves. "I'd like to be one of those slaves," James commented once she had finished. And he then told her of his sexual fantasies, the deepest, darkest ideas that he had never before articulated. "There was once a show on TV called the Brady Bunch," he said. "It's still on in re-runs. There were two girls, Marcia and Jan Brady, who wore the shortest skirts you could imagine. They were really hot, especially Marcia. And very often there was an upskirt scene. The way they made skirts in those days, it was harder to cover things up. About once about every three or four episodes you caught a glimpse of their panties. Sometimes it was for an instant but other times it was for a few seconds. And they didn't re-shoot the scene. They left it in! Unbelievable! And even on the shows that didn't show an upskirt, you were so close to seeing one that it was almost as good as if you did see one! I used to get so rock hard that I had to beat off as soon as the show was over. I cannot tell you how many times I masturbated over Marcia and Jan Brady. Kristy listened intently. She needed to know all of James' sexual quirks if she was going to keep him happy. Now that James had discovered the joys of fucking she knew that she had to elevate her game. Talking about the Brady Bunch had stirred Mr. Penis from his slumber, and it was now starting to stiffen. James rubbed it absent-mindedly. "You've come a long way from pretending to be a nudist," Kristy said. "You used to get so embarrassed; that was half the fun!' "You know, Kristy, I don't think nudity is so bad. I was embarrassed then because I was naked against my will." "But you loved it when there were pretty girls checking you out." "That's true." "And you loved it when they were dressed sexy, like the time my friend and I were trying on clothes for you, and we accidentally let you see us in our underwear, although it wasn't really accidental." "But that was then," James said. "Today I wouldn't even mind going to a nudist camp or something like that. "But James, if we did that than everyone would be naked, including the woman." "Hmmn, that's right." "You like it more when you are naked and the women are wearing short skirts. Am I right big boy?" "Well...I guess you are right," he replied. Thinking about it made Mr. Penis jump out a little between James' legs. "Come on, big boy," Kristy teased. "Why don't you shake that big thing for me?" And James did as he was ordered, and began to stroke his giant cock, not furiously, but steadily. Kristy knew that she hadn't lost her hold over James, but she readily accepted that she had to work a little harder at keeping him aroused. Sex can become boring once it becomes repetitive, so Kristy began to think of all the other scenarios that might be available for her. James was easy to manage once you understood what motivated Mr. Penis. And she smiled a little as James pulled on his penis with a little more motivation. This chapter has come to end, but it is quite likely that James' adventures have only just begun. Working undercover in the Vice Squad creates a lot of opportunities, not to mention Kristy's mischievous imagination. James It was a cold night, I didn’t want to go crawl into my own bed, so I slipped into bed with James, naked. I knew that by now he would have the whole bed warmed up. So I curled up next to him, knowing he wouldn’t wake. I have been living with James and my mom for more than three years now. James is my stepdad, and very sexy. My mom and dad divorced about eight years ago, when I was eleven. Then about four years ago mom met James and they got married. James is about ten years younger then my mom, and about seventeen years older then me. It is a little odd, but it works for them, and I really love him. We get along so well. I think I am a little mean to him though, I flirt and tease him constantly. I wanted him, and I was trying to show him. I would prance around in nothing up my bra and panties, or I would go topless. I knew I turned him on, but he would never do anything about it. That night that I curled up to James my mom was out of town, there was a family party going on, but I had a final that I had to take, and James couldn’t get off work. So mom went by herself. I curled up to James, and to my surprise he turned over and asked what had take me so long. I looked up at his eyes to see if he was really up or dreaming. His eyes were open, and he was staring me in the face. “How did you know I would climb in bed with you?” “I turned down the heat, so it would be cold, and I know how much you hate cold beds.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing James had set this up. Did this mean he wanted me as well? He must have seen the question in my eye, because he then started telling me how much he had wanted me since the first time he saw me, but always behaved himself. That is why he was waiting for me naked. He didn’t want to push me if I didn’t really want it. Last week he was doing some stuff for my mom and had to go in my room and saw my journal laying open on the bed, and so he read what was there. Of course it was about him, it usually was, I had written, that he was sexy and that I really wished that he would just do me. I knew I turned him on, it showed, by the bulge in his pants. He knew that I would be out late tonight, and that if he turned the heater down enough, I would get into bed with him. He was right, I did, and now I was going to get what I wanted from him. Before he had the chance to say anything else, I turned on top of him and kissed him deeply. I wanted him, I have wanted him for three years, and know I was going to get what I wanted. I pushed my body into his as I kissed him, it felt so good to feel his warm body against my cool skin. He wrapped his arms around me, and held me tighter as our kiss became more passionate. When our kiss broke, he told me I was beautiful, and loved me more then he had ever dared tell me. He always loved it when I walked around topless, he told me my breast were perfect, nice size (36 C), and firm, with wonderful nipples. With that he turned over on top of me and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I almost came from the roughness of his sucking. When he was finished with the right one, he did the same to the left, only this time he was squeezing and pinching the right, I started moaning, James started sucking even harder, soon I was cumming. Without waiting for me to calm down James kept going, he kissed his way down my stomach, until he reached my shaven pussy, which was so wet, that my juices were running down my crack, and landing in a pool underneath me. James then sucked my clit into his mouth, more gently then he had my nipples. He let my clit go and started to run his tongue up and down the opening of my cunt, before he plunged it as deep as his tongue would go. Soon he was screwing me with his tongue and I was grinding my pussy into his face. I was cumming again, this time I was moaning so loud I thought the neighbors could hear us. James then got off me, and put the head of his penis at the opening of my cunt, just like he had done with his tongue. “Tell me what you want Lisa.” “I want you, James.” “That isn’t good enough, I want you to tell me what you want.” “I want you to shove that big thick cock, into my dripping wet pussy, and then I want you t to screw me like nobody else has ever tried.” With that he shoved is eight and half inch cock into all the way to the hilt. I just about screamed, but he felt good inside of me. This is truly want I wanted. James then started to pump in and out of my body at such a rapid pace I though that I would be torn in half. Soon, he was playing with my clit as he pumped himself in and out of my body. Before I knew it, I was cumming once again. This time James came with me. When he pulled out, I moved to him and starting sucking him off. While I did this he moved so that we were in a 69 position, and started to clean me out. When I was done cleaning him off he was hard again. He gently took me and lay me down, he asked if I had ever been screwed like that, I told him no, and that it felt great. He then told me he wasn’t done yet. He gently kissed my mouth, and made his way down my neck, when he kissed my neck it made me moan it felt so wonderful, he made is way down to my breasts again, this time gently sucking on them and gently massaging them, this too felt wonderful. It was such a sharp contrast to what we had just done. He continued working his way down my body, he went all the way to my knees then came back up to the inside of my thighs, where he started to lick and kiss my thighs so gently that is almost tickled. When he got to my pussy he started to gently massage my clit, and slowly sucked it into his mouth where he started to play with it, bring on a whole new sensation, it felt so wonderful that I started to cum again. I never wanted this to stop. He released my clit, and I let out a moan of disappointment, but soon he was licking my pussy lips, and gently tonguing my pussy, making me wet once again. James took his penis, and gently pushed it into me. This time making sure not to hurt me. This time he wanted me to have as much pleasure as I possibly could. It felt so good to feel him pulling in and out of me at such a gentle speed. He did start going faster, but it was still nowhere near the frantic speed of before. I was able to meet his speed, and again we came together. James pulled out and cuddled up with me, and asked me which I enjoyed more. I told him that I liked them both, but the second brought me more pleasure even though I came more the first time. He asked if anyone had ever done me with such lust as the first or with such a gentleness as the second. I told him no, and that I was glad that it was him that was to show me both. That night we fell asleep in each others arms and spent the next three nights together enjoying the company of the other until my mom came home. We never told her about what happened or about any other time she went out of town. James and I are now closer then ever and mom would never guess why. James Well, I am the most liberal guy on this planet, ain't no doubt! James is the guy that saved my life, hell I would be dead except for him, and there is no doubt about that at all. I was underwater, this guy climbed inside my Corvette and held my head above water for more than an hour while rescue arrived... Just a stupid damn wreck, they all are... That should have been the end of that, but I just HAD to go over there to say thanks...I did that, his dumpy wife, a good 30 pounds extra floating around, just had to have my phone number. Like an idiot, I gave it to her.. I forgot all that, but she didn't, she called and Lee was home... So when I rolled in one night from my work at the Massage Therapy School where I teach, here sat Lee and Kathy, a nice chubby housewife type right down to the one-piece bathing suit that was intended to help hide the few extra rolls of flab..I did take a good look at her boobs, one thing she did have was quite a set on her! "Must be at least 44's" I thought. But hell, I didn't care, I took a quick shower and joined them on the deck by the hot tub. We just chatted, mostly BS, having a day. Then the doorbell rang, James, of course. Now James and I had met three times before, the day at his house, then he had called to take me to lunch. When he dropped by the College one day as I was getting off work, he was beginning to irritate me. Every single time it came down to a conversation about his "strain" of holding my head out of the water, how he had, "Jumped into the water with no thought for himself" and how it was a "good thing he had worked out and built up his arms" to handle the load.....just FUCK...He pissed me off every time he came close.... Still, I was dead but for this asshole, what do I do? So I just hunkered down and sort of took it, hoping against hope that it will all fade away, and I can just say thank you and it's over.. I knew goddam good and well that I could just dump this butthead in an arm wrestling match, if we ever got into a fight he had maybe 4 seconds to think about it, no matter...I had no choice...So I was nice.. The conversation started to swing towards the day of the accident, I got up and excused myself and went into the kitchen to fix some drinks and snacks. Well, Lee didn't read me right. We live an open lifestyle, and she must have figured that a bit of fun for the evening would be OK with me. She had been checking James out, I had to admit he was a nice looking guy, and in shape. Just something about him drove me nuts. I walked back out on the deck and James was leaning on Lee with a liplock and had his hand in her blouse and I just blew my stack! So I walked over and grabbed him, gave him a bit of a shove and down he went. Next thing I knew we were going at it, I grabbed him and got a bloody nose for my efforts, then I tried to kick him and got a sore leg, finally we ended up on the floor and I have no idea how he ended up on top. I got a sore ear out of that, and a couple of short clips to the face, nothing serious, but those pile up. Now I was really mad, so I used a couple of dirty tricks I learned in the military, and missed with all of them. This guy was starting to really piss me off, besides, it was starting to hurt! So I floated a left hand at him, and turned my hip at the same time. That was an obvious telegraph of a sidekick, I saw his hands drop to block it. Instead I popped him straight down the middle with an unexpected right hand, right on the button! He went down and there wasn't anything left in him. Lee was yelling at me, so was Kathy. Hell, I really didn't want to hurt the guy, but I don't back down very easy. I finally settled down, told Lee to shut the hell up, and went off to the other room to pout a bit and feel bad about bonking the guy. Next thing I knew, here was Kathy. She came up to me, slid up against me, and said, "You are the first man to ever beat James".... \ I thought about that for just a second, hell he was easy, if I had simply tried to kill him it would have been lots faster, but I was trying to win without hurting him. that ain't easy.. Then her hands went down the front of my pants and I sorta went whoops! I mean, when a lady reaches in the pants in a situation like this, things come right up, let's face it, the blood is boiling. I just sorta leaned back against a pair of very soft and full breasts, and let her do her thing. Of course, about that time Lee walked in, saw what Kathy was doing (I was innocent) and she went all into a snit fit about how I could do shit like this but she couldn't... Oh well, we been fighting a bit lately, something about 12 goddam MONTHS of her gone all the time to school, becoming a Doctor.. I finally just threw up my hands and told her, "Hey, you want to go be with James, go be with James, I will be up in the loft fucking Kathy!" Lee stormed out, so I took Kathy by the hand and up to the loft we went, where I proceeded to strip her naked and take out all of my anger on her, which she really didn't mind a bit....She had a huge mass of pubic hair, the feeling was different and exciting. I am used to little strips or bikini cuts or nothing at all. So a big mass of bush was a nice change. I have to admit, even a bit chubby she was fine, I melted into her like I hadn't done with anyone in a long time. She was panting and getting nice and sloppy wet, so I just sort of wallowed in those huge tits for awhile. Kathy somehow got my pants undone, she was kind of tugging and jerking at my clothes. Finally I sprang free, and I was hard as a rock! "Jesus!" she muttered, wrapping her hand around me. There wasn't any way I could get any harder, I would bust something! No messing around, she wanted me in her, and there was no bones about it. So I just jumped on and went to work...Her breasts were the softest I can remember feeling, and in my practice, I have felt a lot of them! I remember sliding inside her, then suddenly being clamped down on like I had just stuck my cock in a vacuum cleaner, damn it felt good! I was fucking James's wife, hell with him. I was more than a little pissed off at him, my nose and head was still sore! Then all I could think of was the soft feel of this earthy hot woman. She was a little overweight, somehow that just made her naked body mold against mine. So we were kind of squirming against each other instead of my pounding away, the sensation was unique. I was still hard as a baseball bat, my cock was moving her insides around pretty good! Her head was back, eyes glazed, mouth open. I felt those big soft tits mashed against my chest and my mood went from angry to lost in the moment. I felt the waves of pleasure start to pour over her, and myself begin to go with her. Just as I was coming in a way that only Lee can usually make me do, it hit me that that asshole James just might be down there fucking Lee! I really didn't get any pleasure out of that thought, I really didn't like the guy.... Finally Kathy and I were done. I went downstairs to see what was going on, Lee was sitting by the pool, an unhappy look on her face...No sign of James. I asked her what happened. She said they had talked a bit. She said he really wasn't that bad of a guy, just a little insecure. It was just that for the first time in his life he had done something that mattered and was important, (Yeah, saved my life) he didn't mean to be abrasive and go on and on about it. Suddenly I felt guilty as hell. I had no idea what to say or do. I asked her where he went, she said he had just excused himself and left. I looked at Lee, saw the hurt in her eyes, and I reached out and grabbed her, she cried for a bit, saying she was sorry for yelling at me.. I just held her until she came back to normal....As we settled in, Kathy came downstairs, she looked at the two of us, then smiled. "Don't worry about James", she said..(I really wasn't too worried)...Then she looked at me and said, "Thanks!", and she was gone.... James James settled down in front of the television and pressed the play button on the video remote. The screen flickered to life and he leaned forward as the young Asian woman in the picture knelt in front of the older stud, unzipping his pants and sliding her long slender fingers inside. Her bright red lips parted and she fished his thick cock out of his pants, sliding the head straight into her mouth and sucking noisily. Slowly she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, until James was sure that the head had to be in her throat, and then drew back, leaving her lipstick smeared along the guy's shaft. James dropped his hand to his own crotch and squeezed the bulge of his cock through the material as he watched the girl swallow the guy's length again. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she moved her head back and forth, her lips working frantically as his cock swelled in her mouth. He groaned softly to himself as his hand cupped his own swelling cock and he imagined his wife, Lucy, copying the woman's technique and deep-throating him. Just as he woman in the video drew her head back and stood up ready to straddle the stud and guide his slippery cock deep into her pussy, James' doorbell rang, the harsh buzz ripping through his fantasy. He waited for a moment, trusting that the caller would leave but the doorbell buzzed again. Reluctantly, James punched the 'stop' button on the remote and heaved himself up off the couch. Cursing softly under his breath he walked down the hallway to his front door. He knew that it would not, could not be Lucy, because she was visiting an old school friend over a hundred miles away. It was the friend's wedding and Lucy had been invited. James had managed to avoid the invitation, mainly because he did not get on with the friend at all. He opened the door and found Sharon, Lucy's mother, on the doorstep. She had a large, bulging, bag in one hand and was just lifting the other to press the doorbell again. As the door opened, she looked up and smiled. He could smell a faint scent of alcohol, underneath the smell of her perfume and wondered why she had been drinking at seven in the evening. She did not appear to be drunk, in fact she was rock-steady on her feet, but the smell of gin was quite noticeable. James moved back from the door and Sharon stepped inside, sliding past him and sashaying into the lounge. She flopped onto the couch opposite the television, catching the remote for the video as she bounced onto the cushions. The tape started to play, and Sharon just watched as the young Asian woman lowered herself onto her partners massively erect cock. As he heard the video start up, James dashed into the room, hoping to grab the remote and turn the tape off before Sharon realised what was happening. His footsteps stuttered to a halt as he saw the screen and he desperately hunted for an excuse to talk his way out of the situation. Then he noticed the rapt expression on her face and the way her lips were parted, the tip of her tongue peeking out to moisten them. Suddenly she whirled around to face him and blushing furiously she punched the stop button on the remote. “Does Lucy know?” she asked, trying to maintain an icy coolness to her voice. James just shook his head and tried to find some words to explain away the video. Nothing would come to mind partly because he was still stunned at being caught out but partly due to the dawning realisation that Sharon was starting to turn him on. He looked at her moist lips and imagined them sealed around the head of his cock. The image was too vivid for him to ignore and he felt the tell-tale jerking in his pants, signalling that he was getting turned on. Sharon looked at him and then let her eyes travel down his slim body until they came to rest on the bulge in the front of his pants. She swallowed, nervously, at the sight of his bulging cock making the material bulge towards her. James just watched her, taking in the shimmering, ash-blonde hair that fell in a cascade of silvery silk, half way down her back. The silk of her blouse barely concealed the points of her nipples, pressed hard against the material. Her waist, though a little thickened by age and bearing a daughter, was still slender and the slight curve of her belly just excited him more. He could see her long, elegantly tapered calves, shimmering in silk stockings, beneath the hem of her skirt. “What do you think she would do, if she found out?” Sharon queried. “I don’t know, I think she would probably be really upset.” James muttered. “Then we’ll have to make sure she doesn’t find out.” Sharon continued, grinning. Sharon slowly stood up and moved closer to James, until he could smell the tang of her excited pussy. Reaching up, she slowly began to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time, to reveal a silk basque, with half cups cradling her rounded, swollen bosom. Her erect nipples were showing, just above the lace trim on the top of the cups and James reached out to touch them, feeling them press against his palms like plugs of hard rubber. He closed his fingers on the smooth, creamy flesh squeezing them until Sharon gasped and harsh red handprints stood out on the curve of her breasts. Sharon pushed by James, trailing her hands slowly across the front of his pants and squeezing the bulge of his cock. Speechlessly, James followed her up the stairs and into his bedroom. As soon as they were in the room, Sharon pushed the door closed and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles and kicking it away. The silk blouse followed as she stood in front of James in her expensive lingerie. The basque was complimented by a tiny pair of panties in matching light blue silk and, clipped to the suspenders were shimmering black silk stockings. “I knew that Lucy was away tonight,” purred Sharon, “and I thought that we should get to know each other a little better.” James just stood still as she stepped closer to him and unfastened his pants pushing them down, over the bulge of his cock. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, opening the material to expose his sculpted chest, running her fingers through the soft thatch of hair, until she could brush her fingertips over the hard point of his erect nipple. She ducked her head, ever so slightly, and took the hard nub in her mouth, nipping gently and blowing across the sensitive flesh, making him gasp. James pushed Sharon backwards until she sprawled across his bed, her legs spread, showing the damp gusset of her panties. Reaching down he tore them to the side and exposed her dripping, shaved pussy. Pushing his briefs down and stepping out of them he straddled her belly, his cock pointing towards her mouth. Sharon moaned in a delightful mixture of anticipation tinged with fear as he yanked the cups of her basque down to free her breasts. She could feel the heat of his cock as he guided the head between her swollen breasts and the harsh rasp of his palms against her tender skin when he squeezed them together around the shaft of his cock. Lifting her head, she opened her mouth and took the tip of his swollen cock between her lips. James thrust his hips forwards, jabbing his cock into her warm mouth. Sharon sealed her lips around his shaft, just behind the rim of his cock head and sucked, slowly but firmly. James could feel his cock aching as she sucked him to the back of her throat and swirled her tongue over and around the head. James pulled his cock back, watching it slide out of the round ‘O’ of her mouth, smeared with her spit and lipstick. Kneeling between her thighs, he grabbed her legs behind the knees and spread them wide, pushing her knees back until she could feel the tendons tighten painfully. She opened her mouth to protest but, at the exact moment she tried to speak, James pressed the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy and rammed it forcefully into her dripping cunt. Sharon was wracked by spasms as her pussy contracted around his cock and she gushed hot, sweet cum over her thighs. James began to slide his cock in and out of Sharon’s pussy closing his eyes and concentrating on the feeling of heat and slippery wetness as he drove his cock into her loose passage. The room was filled with the wet slap of his balls against the cheeks of her ass and the wet slurping sounds as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. Sharon shuddered and thrashed her head from side to side on the pillow as he pounded his cock violently into her pussy, so deep that the tip banged against the entrance to her womb. Sharon thought her belly was turning to jelly as he plundered her pussy with his ravening cock. James slid his cock out of Sharon’s pussy, leaving a slimy trail of her own cum across the back of her thigh and between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned as she felt her pussy tighten on emptiness and then shook her head violently as James ease his cock between the cheeks of her ass and pushed against the tightly clenched opening to her back passage. “James, no, please NOOO!” Sharon screamed hoarsely, as she felt the pressure of his cock against her clenched asshole, “STOP! You can’t do that, I don’t do that, It’s dirty.” James covered her mouth with his hand and pushed his cock a little further into her tight asshole. The friction against his cock was intense, almost burning, as he pressed onward, the head of his cock stretching her slowly and, from the tears in her eyes, painfully. Sharon’s eyes widened and a scream bubbled against James’ hand as the head of his cock slipped inside her ass. The scream died away to a surprised whimper as James’ cock slowly slid deeper and deeper into her back passage. “Oh GOD!” Sharon whimpered, “You’re making me so horny.” “Shall I stop? Do you want me to pull my cock out of your ass and leave you to put your clothes back on?” James asked her. “Please, no, I’ll do anything you want, but please let me cum!” Sharon moaned “You want me to fuck your ass?” James probed, “Tell me.” “Yes, fuck my ass, ram your cock into my asshole!” she begged. James pinned her to the bed and rammed his cock viciously into her tender ass. She felt the burning of his first thrusts subside into warmth that spread into her belly and pussy, making it ooze juices that trickled onto his cock and eased its way into her bowel. Gradually he speeded up his thrusts, forcing his cock deeper and harder into her ass, making Sharon grunt and groan like a rutting animal. She felt his cock stiffen and swell inside her ass and realised that he was going to shoot thick wads of cum into her bowel. James grunted and thrust hard, pinning her down and making her eyes widen in pain. Then she felt his cock jerk as his tight balls emptied themselves into her ass, filling her with hot, stinging spurts of his slimy cum. She felt his cock softening gradually and slipping out of her tender ass. James straightened up, drawing the tip of his cock from inside her asshole, making her whimper as the filthy mixture oozed out of her asshole, between her cheeks to pool on the bed. Her ass felt as though it was gaping wide and she knew she looked like a total slut as she lay on her son’s bed. James flopped beside her, panting and breathing heavily. Sharon heaved herself off the bed and padded into the bathroom. Soaking a cloth in cool water, she slowly wiped herself clean, gently wiping her anus and flinching a little as the rough cloth dragged against the bruised ring of muscle. She looked on the radiator for a towel and then opened the linen cupboard. Pulling out a towel from the stack, she noticed a large carrier bag stuffed down beside the pile of towels. She recognised the logo as belonging to a shop in town that sold lingerie and sex toys. Curious about her daughter and son’s sexual tastes, although she was fairly sure that James had fucked Lucy’s ass in addition to her own. She opened the bag and found a jumble of leather straps, connected to a large, double headed dildo. Tipping it out, she discovered a bottle of lubricant and four polaroids of James and Lucy. She looked at them with interest, seeing Lucy in the middle of pushing one end of the dildo into her pussy, with some difficulty from the way her pussy was stretched and the look on her face. The second picture showed Lucy naked with the dildo fastened so that it stuck out, as though she had a cock. Even in the Polaroid, Sharon could see that Lucy’s nipples were hard and swollen. The third showed James on his hands and knees while Lucy was pushing the dildo deep into his ass. The last one in the series had James on his back, spurting thick cum over Lucy’s breasts as she pinned him to the bed with the dildo buried in his ass. Sharon could feel herself blushing crimson and a familiar feeling of wetness in her pussy as she looked at the pictures. Almost without realising what she was doing, Sharon picked up the dildo and began rubbing the bulbous head back and forth along the lips of her swollen, tender pussy. With a low groan, she pushed the thick rubber cock slowly into her pussy, stretching it tighter and tighter. When it was only halfway in she wondered how on Earth Lucy could fit the monster inside her. Remembering the expression in the picture, she realised that Lucy must feel almost split in to with this toy buried in her pussy. Taking a deep, shuddering, breath, Sharon pressed harder and felt the cool rubber slide right into her, the cold leather pressing against her dripping pubes. Sharon fiddled with the straps for a moment, until she had secured the dildo firmly in her pussy, the other end waving a little as she moved. She realised that every movement would be echoed by movements of the end of the dildo buried in her pussy, teasing and tormenting her. She walked slowly down the landing, the cock waggling gently with every step and moving inside her. By the time she reached the bedroom door again, her pussy was creaming all over the plastic buried in it and she could feel the movements with every step she took. James was still lying on the bed and she stood, for a moment, looking down at him as he lay, still flushed, naked and vulnerable. She reached down and pushed his legs wide and then guided the end of the dildo against the brown star of his asshole. She squirted the slippery lube onto the cock and between the cheeks of his ass and then rammed hard, forcing the rubber deep into his ass in one thrust. This was almost her own undoing as the movement forced the other and of the dildo hard into her pussy and against the neck of her womb. The movement inside her made her cum, gushing down her thighs as though she had wet herself. It felt so good to be filled with a hard rod that Sharon could not stoop herself from thrusting into James with stabbing strokes, going further and further into his anus with every stroke. James groaned, whether from pain of pleasure Sharon did not care, she just continued to pound into his ass. The thrusting rubbed the dildo against her clit and, suddenly, she just could not stand any more of the stimulation. With a shriek and buckling of her knees she came, almost collapsing on James, just as his cock spurted weekly, emptying the last drops of cum onto Sharon’s belly. Sharon slipped out of James’ ass, and lay panting next to him. “This will be our little secret” Sharon murmured in his ear, “and remember Lucy asks me make sure you’re ok when she’s away, so we’ll be having a lot more fun like this.” James I was in the office finishing up some odds and ends, it had been a long day, and I was taking a leave of absence for the next two months. I had a lot happen all at the same time, a death in the family, my husband and I were temporarily separated, not to mention that I had been working 12 hour days for the last three weeks. I was the last one in the office, and it was quite, and most of the lights were already off. Everything was quite, and slightly eerie, I hate being by myself. So I put my iPod on, and kept doing what I needed to do. I was feeling slightly bummed because nobody had really said anything to me about me leaving. So I worked harder to get everything done so nobody would need to call me tomorrow. Even though I knew that as soon as I walked in my front door, my phone would be turned off. As I worked on of my favorite bands started playing in my ear. I blocked out everything else and just listened to the song, letting the words float around in my head. I close my eyes, and swallow back the tears that are creeping into my eyes. All of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder, I almost jumped out of skin. I turned around to face James, the IT guy who had come back in to finish a project that was suppose to take him most of the night. I took my headphone out, and told him that he had just scared me half to death. He said he wasn't trying to do that, he just needed to know how much longer I was going to be so he could start on his stuff. I told him that I should be done in about 10 minutes. At that he turned around and walked toward his office. I went back to work and finish what had to be done. Once I was finished I made sure all my stuff I needed to take with me was gathered up, then I walked to James' office and told him that I was done, and that I was also leaving. He then asked me if I was alright. I told him I was fine. He said that it had looked as though I was about to cry when he was at my desk. I told him that it had been a rough week, but I was alright. He said that if I wanted, he was a good listener, and wouldn't mind the company while he did his work. After debating in my head what to do, I decided that there was no harm telling him what had happened. I first explained that a distant family member had died, so most my relatives had been around a lot lately and family is family. They poke and prod, telling me what I should or shouldn't do, all in the name of love, or at least that is what they always tell me. I also explained that my husband and I had recently decided to take a break, so that we could work things out. I was still mad at him for not wanting to listen to my feelings about everything. I think he just wanted to go bang his secretary with out feeling bad. I often felt that he had walked out years ago, and was just there to make me feel better, the only problem was we hadn't had sex in almost a year, and he never wanted to be around me. I knew that it was over, and that he wasn't coming back. As I explained all this, James stood there looking me in the eyes. I couldn't help but get lost in his deep brown eyes that matched his skin. He was gorgeous, and toned. I had often wondered what it would feel like if he just wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a hug. Before I could saying anything, James had done just that. He was hugging me. It felt so warm, and I felt as though I could just stay there all day. Unable to hold it back anymore I cried, I cried for my self, for the loss of my husband, for the loss of some relative I barely knew. Embarrassed I started to pull away from him. He just held on tighter, and told me that it was ok to cry, and if I didn't let it out now, it would just eat at me until I did. So I just stood there in his arms crying, but at least grateful that someone was listening to me. When I finally quit crying, James asked me if I felt better. I told him I did, and thanked him for listening to me. He told me it wasn't a problem and said that if I ever needed someone to talk to again, or someone's shoulder to cry on, he was willing. I thanked him, and told him that I had better get going. He asked me if I was planning on being at work on Monday, I told him that I wasn't, and that I had the next two months off. He said that he would miss me, and that he would talk to me later. Without another thought to it, I went back to my desk grabbed my things, and left. I drove home listening to the radio, I wasn't really paying attention, it was just on for the noise. I was grateful that James had been so willing to listen, and that I had gotten everything out. It seemed like it had been a long time since I had really talked to anybody and told them how I felt. Before I knew where I was, I was home. I am not sure how I got there, or how long I had been sitting in the driveway. So I parked my car, and walked into the house, grateful to finally be home. As soon as I got in the house I checked the answering machine to make sure nobody called, then went to the bedroom, where I stripped out of my work clothes and then put on my pajama's, just and old t-shirt and some cotton shorts. I then curled up on my couch in the living room, and turned on the tv, before long I had fallen asleep. I had started dreaming of James, the softness of his hug, and the warmth of his words. When I stood next to him, I must look like a ghost, because of how fair I am, and how dark he is. The deeper my sleep became the more fitful it became. I woke up around 1:00am, and decided I had better move to my bed. My sheets felt cool against my skin, and the bed was soft and inviting. I was soon asleep, again I dreamt of James. My alarm clock and woke me up, I had forgot to turn it off again. I tried to turn over and go back to sleep, but it just wasn't working out for me. So I got up, showered and dressed, and was figuring out what to do for breakfast when my cell phone rang. I had forgotten to turn it off. I looked at the Caller ID, and noticed it was James. Thinking I had forgotten to log out, I decided to answer it. He was calling to make sure I had gotten home ok, and that I was doing alright. I told him I had made it home fine, and that I was doing a lot better then last night. He told me he was glad, but wanted to see it for himself, and told me to meet him for breakfast at a coffee shop down the street. I hung up the phone feeling almost giddy. James had called me, to talk to me. I grabbed my purse, and keys and left. I had managed to get there in just a minute or two, I was actually excited to see him. When I got there it was easy to spot him, he was sitting at a table in the corner. He stood up when he saw me walk in, and I could feel myself blush. James was not a tall man, but he wasn't short either. He was broad shouldered, and had probably spent all his free time in the gym working out. He told me that I looked better, but looked as though I hadn't slept. I told him that I hadn't slept very well, but I felt a lot better, and thanked him again for listening. Again he told me it wasn't a problem, and he was glad to help. He said that he could never stand it when a pretty woman cried. I started blushing and looked down at the table. It had been years since my husband and said anything that sweet. He put his finger under my chin, and lifted my face so that I was looking him in the eye, and then told me that he meant what he had just said. As I started to mumble thank you, he kissed me. I felt as if my head was spinning, I didn't know if I was dreaming again, or if this was real. He broke the kiss, and said he hated to do this to me, but he had to leave. He promised me that he would see me again before Monday. With that he walked out of the store, and left. I sat there stunned not sure what had just happened. I sat there wondering if I just cheated on my husband. Then I remember he had walked out on me for someone else. I was not going to feel bad about this, I wanted it. I had to do some shopping, I had no groceries in my house, and I was tried of eating out. On my way to the store on a whim I decided to get some new underwear, and a few toys. I hadn't bought toys in a while, I just used what I had. I walked in to the lingerie store and found a cute black lace bra and panty set, I also found a lavender satin set that complimented my skin tone. So I bought both sets, with James in mind. I then went to the adult store and found some dildo's that were suppose to be life like, and some nipple teasers. My nipples are a major hot spot for me, I loved to have them played with. I finally made my way to the grocery store and bought enough food for about two weeks. I went home I took the new toys and underwear in to the house first, then went and brought in all the groceries. Once all the groceries were in the house I went and found my new black lace set. I put them on, and then wearing only my underwear I put away the groceries. As I put everything away I wondered if James would enjoy the view. By the time the groceries were put away I was so wet, my panties were soaked. So I tried out my new toy, the dildo was a little larger then I was use to, so I slowly worked it in, it felt so good to my pussy. Soon I was pumping it in and out of my pussy with such furry, the entire time wishing it was James that was inside of me. My orgasm washed over me, I sat there only partly satisfied, I wanted James and I knew that was going to be the only way I would be totally satisfied. After my little play session, I called James and asked if he had time to come over to my house for dinner. He said that he would be there. I went to work on dinner, and my plan as soon as I hung up with him. Dinner was going to be easy, I was just going to cook a creamy pesto with chicken and penne noodles. As soon as the sauce was done, I went to work on my plan. I wanted to make tonight, a night that James would never forget. At 7 o'clock, James showed up, looking so good. I invited him in, and told him that dinner was ready, and to just sit in the dining room, and that I would be out in just a second. He did as I had asked, and I went into my bedroom, and changed into a sexy dress that I have. Then I walked into the dining room. His eyes glued to me, and I felt my pussy tingle. We ate dinner, and talked, and laughed it felt good to just be with someone. When we finished dinner, I got up and went and got his plate, bending down just enough to let him see down my dress. I put the plates in the sink, then walked back into the dining room. When I got to the sink, I felt his arms wrap around me, and pull me into his chest. I felt safe, and loved the feel of his warmth . He then turned me around then he started to kiss me, deep and hard. I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. James reached around me and unzipped my dress, and with that I stood before him in my new lavender underwear. He looked at my body, and told me I was beautiful. I blushed, that was something that I hadn't heard for a while, and doubted a little. He must have seen the doubt in my eye because, he told me he meant it, then he picked me up like I was a feather, and told me he was going to show me that he meant it. He then walked toward my bedroom. On the bed were a new set of satin sheets, James laid me down on the bed, and started to kiss me slow and deep. He said that tonight he was going to show me what it meant to have a black man. With that he slowly started kissing my shoulder, and worked his way down my arm, when he got to my fingers he started to suck on each one, it was such an erotic feeling. I could feel my panties soaking through. He repeated the process with my other arm. Then he started to kiss my neck, it started to give me goose bumps, I hadn't felt this way in years. He worked his way down my neck to my bra, then kissed my stomach working is way down to my panties. When he got there, I heard him take in a deep breath, then he let out a sound of satisfaction, as if he were happy that I was wet. Then he started to work his way down my legs, and did the same thing with my toes that he had done with my fingers, it was so awesome, I couldn't believe it. When he was done with my toes, he came back up to my face, and started sucking on my ears, it felt unbelievable. I wanted him so bad, I could see the bulge in his pants. I reached over and lifted his shirt over his head. I told him he was a little over dressed. I then undid his pants, he stood up and his pants fell around his ankles, then he stepped out of them. He then slid his boxers to the floor by his pants. Standing next the bed I had a perfect view of his large cock. He was probably close to 9 inches long and about two inches thick. I got wet just thinking about it. Before I knew what I was doing I was taking his cock in my mouth, I have never really enjoyed sucking cock, so I was surprised at my self when I did it. As soon as I put it in my mouth he got harder. I took as much of it as I could into my mouth and I keep working him. Just before he was ready to explode he pulled out of my mouth and told me not yet. He then gently pushed me back on to the bed, and then took my right nipple into his mouth, and starting sucking it gently at first then with more urgency, just when I thought I was going to come he switched nipples and did the same with the left as he had just done with the right. By the time he was done with that I was ready to scream with pleasure. I felt the head of his cock at my waiting wet pussy. I opened my pussy to him, and he slowly and gently slid his cock in. He was bigger then I was use to, so he was going very slow. Once he was in completely, he slowly started to glide in and out of my pussy, and with each thrust he went a little faster, until he was pounding me, and I could feel his balls slapping my butt. I met each of this thrusts with just as much vigor as he had. I loved the feel of his hard shaft in my pussy. We both came at the same time. My orgasm was the biggest I had ever experienced, and he came for what seemed like several minutes. With that he collapsed on top of me. With in minutes we were both asleep exhausted. I woke up a few hours later to James once again sucking on my nipples, this time he did not do it gently, he was very rough, but it felt good. I was wet as soon as he started sucking so hard. He pulled me out of bed and pulled me into the shower, and turned the water on. He then started to scrub my body, making sure every inch of me was clean. He started with my head and worked his way down to my feet. He avoided my pussy, but scrubbed everywhere else. Once he had rinsed me off, he told me to put my leg up, that he was now going go clean my pussy. I did as he asked, and then he started to clean my pussy with his tongue. The feel of his tongue on my clitoris made me shiver with enjoyment. He worked his tongue around all over, and I was grateful to have him do it, I greedily pushed my pussy on to his face wanting more. He stopped and told me it wasn't time for me to cum again. I was slightly disappointed but grateful, because I wanted the chance to have him inside me again. Standing in the hot shower, he pulled me to him and started kissing my neck and then down my chest. Once again sucking on my nipples with such urgency. I couldn't help but love it, and I could feel my pussy dripping from the attention. I pushed his head into my breast hoping that he would suck it harder. When he stopped sucking my nipple he turned me around and had me bend over. Once I had done that he entered me from behind. He entered slow, but when he felt how went I was he began to pound into to me again, I wasn't expecting the force so I let out a gasp. He grabbed my hips and began to push and pull me off of him. Once I got the rhythm down, he started to play with my nipples, tugging at them, and twisting them. When he did that I couldn't hold it any longer and I came. Shortly after my orgasm started, he came too. He turned off the water, and dried me off with a towel, then dried himself off. I was weak from having an orgasm standing up so he helped me to the bed, where I collapsed for the second time that night. I must have fallen asleep because then next thing I knew is I was waking up to the sun shining in my window. I was expecting to find James in bed with me still, but he wasn't there. I was very disappointed. So I got up put my robe on and walked to the kitchen. To my wonderful surprise James was still there. He had started to make breakfast. When I walked in, he told me that he was going to cook me breakfast because I was going to need the energy for what he had planned for me today. James All people in this story are 18 or over * James Porter was tired of being a virgin. Here he was a grown man -- twenty-four -- and the closest he ever got to getting laid was feeling up Valerie Martino. But Valerie came from a strict Catholic family and she was adamant that she would not have sex until she was married. She'd even signed a parish-sponsored purity pact with God, which James, who was also raised Catholic, thought was ludicrous. Valerie moved away to go to college. James never found out which one. She never said goodbye; one day she was there, the next she wasn't. Her parents always hung up on him when he called her home. The last time, her father threatened to have him arrested. He never called the Martino home again. James didn't think he was bad looking. He'd measured his erect penis several times. A little over seven inches. He showered daily, wore deodorant, and sometimes wore cologne. He had a good job and wore nice clothes. He implored an attractive (but unfortunately married) female co-worker to bluntly tell him, as a woman, if she saw anything wrong with him. "Nothing as far as I can tell," she said confused. What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought. He had grown tired of masturbating to Internet porn. Then he came across Literotica.com. James was stunned. These are ordinary people writing sex stories and getting published online for the world to see! He became an avid reader of the site. He fantasized himself in raunchy adventure after raunchy adventure as he masturbated to orgasm. Then he came up with a plan. Wait a sec! There has to be thousands of female members around the country. This is Chicago. There has to be at least one horny woman in this fucking city on the site who is willing. Later that night, he decided on a plan. He would write a story about his frustrations. He would create a fictional character which was him. He registered at the website, and for five days, he wrote and rewrote and rewrote. Every one of his sexual frustrations were poured into the six-page story. Once a volunteer editor proofread it and her suggestions were implemented, he submitted it. The lady even gave him words of encouragement, adding that if the pic he'd sent her was real, she'd gladly "pop his man cherry" and extended an invitation for him to "cum down south." "I don't have the money to fly up there," she said. "It sucks because I'd love to cum to/for you." A few days later, the sad story of William Adams of Chicago went up on the Literotica site. And although he was not religious anymore, he prayed. After two days, he'd gotten a few positive comments on his story and his writing ability. But they were from guys saying they could sympathize with William. Then a poster sent him a private message. And it was a woman! ChicagoVixenV was her username. She said she loved the story! He thanked her in his reply. Then he got another private message. In many ways, my frustrations were worse than yours. I won't go into details yet. I was a virgin until I was nineteen. I saved myself for marriage. Then I got married. And within six months, I found that the bastard I'd saved myself for was cheating on me! I dumped him and I got the marriage annulled. As soon as it was official, I whored out like crazy for over two years. I love all kinds of sex, but now I'm responsible with it. If being a virgin is your problem, I'd like to help you. But I think that's just the tip of the iceberg. And I think I can help there, too. I'm serious... "William." In confidence, I'm giving you my cell phone number. Call me. -- V James was stunned, but wary. Why did she put his false name in quotes? He held his iPhone and stared at it for over three minutes like it would answer back to him. Oh, to hell with it! No risk, no reward, he thought as he nervously dialed the number. A sexy-sounding female voice answered. "Hello?" "H-hello, is this ChicagoVixenV?" he asked. "William?" said the voice after a few seconds of hesitation. James suddenly felt... Uneasy? No, that wasn't it. Something was... He couldn't think of the appropriate word. "Y-yeah. Actually, it's James." "Call me Val. Everyone does," she said. "Okay... Val," replied James. "Is this on the up-and-up?" "Yes, James," said the mystery woman. "Entirely." "Why?" he asked. "There are several reasons. I'll let you know one right now: because I want to." she said. "And what're the others?" he urged. "You'll see. Now, do you know where Holiday Inn Midway is?" she asked. "Y-yes," he said. "Good. Get over here," she said firmly. "Wait! Y-you're there? Val, are you a..." "Prostitute?" the voice on the other end of the phone sighed and hesitated. "No. There will be no money changing hands, James." "Sorry, Val. I-I-I..." he stuttered. "It's alright, James. Just calm down. I know all of this sounds bizarre. But there's a reason for it," she said. "Give your name -- your real name -- at the desk and ask for the key to room 335. They'll know they can give it to you. Just calm down and drive safely." He sighed. "Okay. I'll see you shortly, Val," he said with a dry mouth. "See you soon, my love," said Val, her voice becoming strangely emotional emotional again. Before he hung up, James could have sworn he could've heard crying. En route to the hotel, he was certain this was a trap of some kind. But what if it wasn't? He arrived at the hotel within a half hour. James was still suspicious, but the lady at the desk immediately gave him the key and cheerily exhorted him to enjoy his stay with them. That remains to be seen, he said to himself. He thanked her. He rode the elevator up to the third floor and found room 335. He closed his eyes took a shuddering deep breath and knocked. "Come in, James," said the voice from behind the door. He opened it. The lights were off, but he could see her standing in silhouette against the window. She was backlit by Chicago's bright lights streaming through it. Although he could not see her face, her figure was clearly accented. He felt his penis hardening. "Thank you for coming, James," the woman said. "I've been wanting this for a very long time. Over five years, in fact." "Five years?" asked James in confusion. "W-who..." "Yes," she said. "Five years. And I'm sorry for what happened. When I read your Literotica story, it sounded familiar. And so here we are. I understand your sexual frustrations. If I didn't..." He interrupted. "Have we met?" A confused look was on his face. He could not shake the feeling that he had heard her voice somewhere before tonight. He heard the woman choke back tears "Do we know each other?" James demanded in a louder, firm voice. "Yes, James. We do," she said. And she walked to the wall and raised the lights. James' eyes went wide. And suddenly, the mystery was solved. "Valerie?" he said. "Oh my God!" She nodded. She'd been crying. "Oh my God!" he repeated. "You look incredible!" he gushed. "Thank you," said Valerie. "And you're still as handsome as ever." Tears began pouring down her face. "Hey... No," said James. He walked to her and they hugged. Valerie sobbed. "Don't cry, Valerie. What happened?" he asked. She sniffed back tears and after a minute of trying to compose herself, she began explaining. "I was brainwashed by priests and nuns and... I don't know... sexually ignorant people. My father sent me away to a private all-girls' college out west. He heard about us. He was always possessive. Mother finally divorced him about a year later. He said I had to go to the school or I was dead to him. Anyway, I left the school after I was almost raped -- by another girl of all things. I called my father. He didn't believe it and he accused me of being a whore and disowned me. We haven't spoken since." "How'd you make a living?" James asked. Valerie hesitated. "Anyway I could," she said. "But that's my burden. I wanted you, James, but..." She shook her head. James tearfully held her hands. "I still love you, Valerie. I've never stopped loving you. And whatever happened to you, I'll still love you. Just stop living in the past." They hugged again and cried for ten minutes. "So, do you still want me?" Valerie finally asked. "Yes," said James. "With all my heart. You're the only woman I've ever loved." They tore off each other's clothing and were nude in minutes. "Okay, James," said Valerie. "Time for you to go to school. You're going to learn to make love, not just fuck. You'll find I'm a very sexually -- charged -- woman." Valerie pulled James to the bed and pushed him down and kneeled in front of him. "If you cum fast, don't worry about it. It's normal," she said stroking him to erection. "We have all the time in the world, my love." And she took his throbbing penis all the way in her mouth. Greg was so shocked he couldn't talk. Within two minutes, he shuddered and roared. His cock erupted, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum down Valerie's throat. She took it all. "Oh my God, Val! Where...?" he finally asked. "Lots of places," she said. After he became hard again, James Porter learned the art of lovemaking under Valerie Martino's experienced tutelage. When he entered her tight vagina, he began crying again. Not out of pain. Not just out of relief. But of gratitude. His Valerie was back. It was a pact. He and his only true love would never be apart again. The following morning, while Valerie showered, he got on the Internet and found the name he was looking for. and made a phone call. A man answered. "Hello? Martino residence," he said. "Mr. Martino?" James began. "My name is James. We have something very important to discuss..." James, Amy, and I Amy and I had been lovers for quite some time. Our affair began on-line and at first it seemed as if it was a one-sided puppy love only on my part. I worshiped her from afar, but then we met and it turned into a torrid love affair. It's a long distance love affair, so we make due when we're apart through phone sex, cybering and camming. Physically we were very compatible. It just seemed to click when we met - the touching, hugging and kissing just seemed natural with her. I don't know what she saw in me, but I know what I saw in her. First off, she is beautiful. She has an angel's face, framed with beautiful blonde hair and topped off with a beautiful smile. She loves to laugh and you can tell that from her pictures and the slowly emerging laugh lines on her face. Whenever she enters a room the whole room lights up. She's got a sexy voluptuous body that's crammed into a nice tight package. 'Tis the season for naughty or nice and she is both - black panties with an angel's face. Me? I'd guess you'd have to say that some men as they get older they get better. I changed from a slight, less than physically imposing young man to a stocky well-built older gent. My laugh lines have long been emerged and for some odd reason, ladies seem to like me. I guess it's because I'm a good listener, a good dancer, a great cook and I just love women. Amy and I would steal away every chance we could and as luck would have it, our busy schedules intertwined and we were fortunate enough to find ourselves in the same big city - the Windy City, My Kind of Town. She was there for a conference as a keynote speaker on her internet business and I was there for a food show. We made sure that we were staying in the same hotel and had separate rooms to insure that we got our stories straight once we were back home. We stayed together each night. It was all I could think about all day when I was showing off my wares. I couldn't wait to get back to my room and spend the evening with her. The sex was awesome, but the best part was that I got to sleep with her. On Friday night we decided to go to a show together. A mutual friend was performing and we just had to catch his show. Our friend, James, is a school teacher by day and a smooth singing R&B performer by night. He knew we were in town and invited us to see him perform in a small blues club in the heart of the Second City about 2 blocks from where Amy and I were staying. I'm not a jealous man in any way, shape or form, but if I was I'd be jealous of James. Not because of his youth, of his good looks, or the way he talked to Amy on line. I'd be jealous because of the way Amy lit up when she talked about seeing him perform. I knew that jealousy would limit the possibilities and the possibilities were definitely there. Amy wanted to have a threesome. James had told us that the club would get pretty crowded so if we wanted good seats, we'd have to get there early. He said he was going to go on at 9 and would be performing for 3 hours or so. He also texted Amy that after performing he'd be pretty wired up and that he'd be raring to go. We got ready in our separate rooms and met up in the lobby just a little before 9. She was dressed for clubbing. She had on a pair of tight fitting slacks that were shiny, and showed off her sexy ass. Her shoes were amazing - a fun pair of zombie heels that emphasized her calf muscles through the tight pants and her black toe nail polish. She was wearing the sexiest turquoise blue corset that I had ever seen which showed off her cleavage. At the top of her cleavage was the key necklace that she wears that makes her look like a Penthouse Pet. I could barely speak when I saw her. I looked like a homeless person in comparison. "Cat got your tongue?" she chided me. "Holy shit, baby. You are fucking sensational." She just smiled and reached up to give me a kiss. I wanted to take her up to my room and tear into her. I slid my hand down her back and caressed her ass. "Not now, baby," she whispered in my ear. "You'll have plenty to do later." We walked the few blocks to the club hand in hand. The streets were teeming with people. The guys were ogling Amy and I felt like a proud peacock walking with her. She barely noticed anyone but me. We got to the club and there was a long line waiting to get in. I hadn't known that James was that popular. We headed toward the back of the line and heard the bouncer call out to us. "Amy? Brad?" We turned. He was beckoning us over. "James told us to be on the lookout for a spectacular pocket blonde. I didn't know what he meant until I saw you," he said to Amy. "He told us that you'd be with another dude and that we should treat you well." "Thanks," Amy said and flashed a big smile that melted the big brute. "Right this way." The club was like one of those old supper clubs, but modern. The bouncer took us to a table front and center that had been reserved just for us. The dance floor separated us from the stage. We got a couple of drinks and James came to our table. In his tuxedo with his tie undone, James looked the part of a dapper soul singer. Amy popped up from her chair and hugged him, then grabbed his face and gave him a big kiss. Every eye in the room was on them for the few seconds they were kissing. "Whoa, baby, you keep doing that and I won't be able to perform," James said. "You are stunning." He turned to me and said, "nice to meet you, Brad." I gave him a man hug and said, "likewise. Can't wait to see you perform." "Speaking of which, I need to go. I hope you like the show. Everything is on the house, by the way. You two are my special guests." You know that girl at the club that everyone watches every move she makes, not in a stalkerish way, but in a way that they just want to be with her or be like her? That describes Amy to a tee. James was mostly old school R&B, but the first number James sang was an uptempo dance song - Hot in Herre by Nelly - which he sang directly to Amy. She jumped out of her chair, grabbed my hand and we were dancing. She danced like the exotic dancer she once was and everyone wanted to be closer to her. I think most of the guys were hoping for a wardrobe malfunction. When a slow song came on, we danced as close as we possibly could. I'd kiss her every once once in a while and our hands roamed to wherever. And whenever. It was getting hot in there. During intermissions James would come over and sit with us, but then a slow song would come on and then he'd have his turn on the dance floor with her. They'd dance as close as Amy and I had been. His hands were roaming, too. People were watching with interest and curiosity. They were whispering, too. I could only smile knowing what I knew. After the show the plan was for James to come to the hotel. Amy had the extra key to my room and made a show of handing it to him and then kissed him. Everyone in the place was watching the three of us as we departed. She grabbed my hand and we walked the few blocks back. After we got to the hotel, she told me that she was going to take a shower and get into something more comfortable and she would see me in a little bit. I was glad she decided the festivities would be in my room. I had asked the concierge to pick up some stuff for me - some wine, plenty of water and some fresh fruit. I took a quick shower, shaved and changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. James came in a short time later with a small bag and headed to the shower. He helped himself to one of the waters and we watched sports highlights waiting for Amy's arrival. There was a knock on the door and both of us jumped up to answer the door. I got there first and opened the door. Amy was standing there with a silk, short, floral print kimono robe on and a pair of fluffy slippers. The robe was done so that her cleavage was showing and a little bit of butt cheek. It was extremely sexy and to think that she was walking around the hotel like that made me smile. She slid into the room and into my arms. She kissed me passionately, our tongues intertwined and I untied the robe and slid it off her shoulders. She released me and stepped over her robe and went to James. He grabbed her and kissed her hard. He expertly undid her bra while they were kissing, then he slid her panties off. She stepped out of them and the matching red bra and thong joined her robe and slippers in a heap on a floor. Amy had said that she wanted to do this. She wanted it to be hard and fast and as soon as she was in the room she was ready for business. She was standing there in front of us naked and was beckoning us to be in the same state. "Well, gentlemen, what are you waiting for?" It didn't take long for me and James to strip off our t-shirts and shorts. She looked down at us to see what she was in for. Then she reached over and started stroking our cocks with her tiny hands. "Mmmm..." I kissed her. James reached over and slid a finger into her pussy. "Baby, you are so wet," he whispered into her ear. He put his finger into his mouth and tasted her. "You taste so good," he said as he reinserted his finger back into her pussy. She rewarded him. She moved from kissing me to kissing him. I took my idle hands and slipped one to her perfect round ass and the other to her gorgeous breasts. I caressed her ass cheeks, and then slipped my finger inside her crack and to her butt hole. I felt a little bit of lube there. I heard her moan. She liked it. I inserted my finger into her hole and through the membrane separating her ass from her pussy I could feel James fingering her cunt. My dick was hardening thinking of me taking her ass with my cock instead of my finger. We ravaged her with our fingers for a few minutes as she kept kissing us. She stopped stroking us, but kept hold of our hard cocks. She was kissing me and James was fingering her furiously. She went limp, our fingers kept her up and she put her head on my shoulder. She started to shudder. Then she bit me on the shoulder. She started to come. "Oh fuck, James. Oh fuck, Brad. Oh my god. Holy fuck. Finger me. Keep fingering me. I am cumming so hard." She moved her head to James's neck and gave him a nibble on his neck. His fingers were furiously fucking her pussy and I could hear how wet she was. I kept my finger deep in her ass, not moving them, just feeling the finger fucking that James was giving her. "James, stop. Please. Stop. I need to get fucked." "OK, baby," and his fingers stopped, but he didn't pull out. "Take me to bed and fuck me. I want Brad in my pussy and James in my mouth." I pulled my finger out of her ass and James pulled his out of her pussy. She walked us over to the bed, leading us by our cocks. She let us go and spread herself face down on the bed. Her pussy was at the edge of the bed and her legs were spread wide. Her face was turned and her mouth was open and waiting for James to shove his cock in. I spanked her ass as James climbed into bed and lay down so his cock was right at her mouth. He grabbed it and held it an inch away from her mouth. "Is this what you want?" he asked her. "Do you want my cock?" It was the first time I had looked at his dick. It was about an inch bigger than mine and little bit thinner. The veins were jutting out as he grasped it. He had a diamond cutter in his hand. I spanked her again on the other cheek and grabbed her legs so she couldn't get to his cock. My dick twitched as I saw the red welts on her ass, and a cock so close to her mouth. I put my cock at the entrance of her pussy and rubbed it there. It was tantalizing. "Please, James. I want your cock in my mouth." She turned her head to me. "Please, fuck me, Brad," she pleaded. "I need both your cocks." "Where do you want my cock, baby?" "In me, Brad. In my pussy. Please." I didn't put it in her, instead, I rubbed it against her slick wetness. I could hardly stand it, but I teased her a bit more. "Where do you my cock?" James asked as he slid his cock across her lips. The contrast of his dark cock against her light skin was stark. "In my mouth, James. I need it," she wimpered. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" he asked. "Yes. I have been." I spanked her twice in quick succession and the head of my cock slipped inside her. I pulled it out and kept it at her opening. I slapped her one more time. She turned her head toward me. "Please." She was desperately pleading. "OK, baby," I said. She turned to James and opened her mouth wide for his cock. James fed her his dick and I shoved my cock all the way into her. Hard. He kept his cock at her mouth while I established the rhythm of fucking. I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her juices were dripping out of her pussy and I could hear my penis going in and out of her. I was fucking Amy as hard as I could and grasping on the tops of her sexy muscular legs and pulling her to me at the same time. James was fucking her mouth in the same rhythm. Her hair was a sexy mess and so was her makeup. She could not have been more beautiful at that moment. I was extremely ready to explode inside her. As much as I wanted to cum, this was all about her and her having her fantasy fulfilled. I kept fucking her as hard as I could - concentrating on not cumming. James looked at me and gave me the rotate sign. I nodded and pulled out of her and then switched spots with him. Amy was stunned for a second, until she felt James replace my cock with his and me sliding into her mouth. It was easy to get into the rhythm again. Her lips felt spectacular around my cock. Her juices were running into her own mouth. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and set it on her cheek. Her whole body was beginning to clench. She didn't have to tell us she was beginning to orgasm. Her body was telling us. James groaned and I knew he was cumming in her. He moaned, "Oh my fucking god. I am cumming so hard. Cum with me, baby." She responded, "cum in me, James. Brad. Cum in me. I want all your cum inside me." I put my cock back into her mouth; she grasped it and slid her small hand down the shaft. What remained was in down her throat. I looked down at her and couldn't hold back anymore. I shot my cum inside of her mouth. Finally. "Fuck, baby. That is so fucking hot. I am cumming, lover." I unleashed my cum and I could feel it spurt and spurt. I held her head down on my cock until I was finished. I felt used and felt like I had used her. She groaned and released my cock from her grasp. It slid out of her mouth and down her chin leaving a trail of cum behind. She laid her head back on the bed, a little bit of cum was oozing from her mouth. I lay down next to her, put my arm around her back and and kissed her. James pulled out and climbed into bed next to her. He put his hand on her ass and rubbed her red cheeks. He tenderly caressed her where I had spanked her. She had her eyes closed and a look of contentment on her face and she said, "Thank you, lovers." I had fallen asleep and I was dreaming. I was dreaming about sex. I was dreaming that someone was sucking me and playing with my cock. I was getting really hard and it felt really nice. Then the sucking stopped and I heard her say, "Brad? Wake up, Brad. Time for more fun." I looked down and there was Amy at my cock. She licked it up the shaft. It felt so incredibly good. Her tongue was like smooth velvet on my dick. She slid her tongue down my shaft. She was teasing me. "MMMM...baby. That feels really nice. I love my new alarm clock." Her hair was a little damp, so I figured out that she had already been in the shower. The water was running in the bathroom; James was in there now. "What's in store, today, Brad? Do you have plans to fulfill my other fantasy?" She was still slowly licking me. "Which other fantasy, baby?" I asked. "You know...the one I told you about." "Hmmm...I don't seem to recall." She moved her hand to my balls, "do you remember now?" She giggled almost menacingly as she asked. "Well, that's jarring my memory a little bit." "Remember what I want, now? That I want to be filled by two guys at once?" she asked and squeezed just a little." "Didn't we do that yesterday?" "You know what I mean, don't you? I want you to say it, Brad. Tell me what you and James are going to do to me today." She licked me from bottom to top. "Yeah, baby. We're going to double penetrate you. I'm going to fuck your ass while James is in your pussy," I said as James came out of the bathroom naked. "Oh my." "My turn to clean up," I said and climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom. "Don't start anything without me." I chided them. But I knew that they would be doing something when I came out of the bathroom. James, like all of us who met her and subscribed to her thread on that sexy forum, was a huge fan and was smitten with her. I knew that that were sparks between them, so even though I couldn't wait to get my hands on her again, I didn't rush through my business. In the bathroom, I turned on the water in the shower, made a small pot of coffee, took care of business, took a shower, and shaved. I toweled off, checked myself in the mirror and exited. ***** Want more? Send me feedback!