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The Headmaster's Office 07: Sundara

By: blin18





The Headmaster's Office 07: Sundara



"And then what?" Belinda asked breathlessly; I could feel her squirming in my arms and I was secretly pleased to be able to pay her back for the sexy stories she tells me.

"And I don't have any more," I said. "I don't know where to take it from there. I don't really want to fuck the store attendant. I'm not being prudish about it; it's just not as hot as having him look up my dress and I think it should finish on a high note."

I could almost hear Belinda thinking and I could certainly hear her breathing. The ring and little finger of my hand on her breast were touching her ribcage and I could feel her heart hammering nineteen to the dozen in there. This was confusing for me; what she said about not being an exhibitionist was true and I was wondering what part of my flashing fetish had her so worked up.

"In your fantasy," she began slowly, "would you bring a lover shopping with you?"

"Um?" I thought about it for a moment. "Is that so I'd have to be more discreet? I don't think so; it's hot because I'm being so brazen, not because I'm frightened of being discovered."

"What if the lover was watching you too?" she asked. "Because they wanted to see your pussy, and ..." she trailed off.

"And?" I encouraged her along.

"And maybe the lover's fantasy is to watch the clerk looking up your dress."

"That would be OK," I replied tentatively. Actually, that would be super hot; two people looking at me but the clerk doesn't know he is being watched. I wriggled tighter into Belinda's body.

"And the clerk is watching you, but nobody is watching the lover, except you of course," she went on, more confidently this time. "So she ..." she paused, "um, he or she is masturbating behind the shelves across the store, maybe flashing you too while you watch."

Oh my! What had I tapped into here?

"And then you leave the store," she continued, "all hot and frustrated and you go straight home and have explosive sex with the lover." She paused to let that bit sink in. "Is that finishing on a high note?"

Cuddled into me as she was, Belinda's head was right in front of my mouth; so she could certainly tell from my breathing what I thought about it. "Yes," I husked. "That is definitely finishing on a high note."

"You'd only need to change one thing," she whispered.

"What's that?"

"The lover wouldn't be able to see your pussy from across the store," she said. "So you might have to lose the pink panties."

I felt a shopping trip coming on. "Would that...," I had to clear my throat; God, why was my mouth so dry and my pussy so wet? "Would that qualify as a Special Occasion?" I asked, still wondering when I would get to see the new toy her mystery man had made for me.

Belinda didn't answer. She rolled over and pulled me close, one hand under the curve of my waist and the other stealing beneath my nightie. "We need new shoes for the Spring Ball," she whispered in my ear.

My mouth was so dry now I couldn't even swallow. "When?" I croaked as her fingers snaked under the waistband of my panties.

"Tomorrow after school," she replied.

We kissed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day of waiting.





The Headmaster's Office 07: Sundara



As he closed his fingers around my foot again, moving slowly and more firmly to avoid tickling me, I could see his eyelashes flicking upwards as he stole glances at my legs. Even though I had them together, the one resting on his leg was raised much higher and he could easily see all the way down the back of my thigh to my bottom.

Having desensitised my foot, he began massaging much more thoroughly, working his strong fingers down and between the long bones in my foot, warming up and stretching the muscles.

"Oh, that feels wonderful," I groaned. "You have such strong hands." What the fuck? I sound like my own B-grade porno fantasy. I leaned back against the wall and watched Rajit work his magic on my foot; at the same time checking for telltale movements in his crotch.

Another movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye. It was Belinda; she was still in the same place watching us, but now she was lifting her dress so that I could see her pussy. I nearly jumped when I realised that what I thought were the open, pink folds of her pussy, was in fact the pink saddle-shaped head of Ike; one half of Ike and Mike, our radio-linked vibrating plugs. Sneaky cow! She must have slipped it in back at the dorm. She was going to buzz herself to a climax here in the store and leave me high and dry ... OK, well ... not so dry, I guess.

I watched jealously as she pinched the base and began sliding Ike out of her pussy. Ike and Mike are shaped like bowling pins (thankfully much smaller); they have a narrow throat behind the saddle base and then widen out to about an inch diameter before tapering to a bullet nose at the tip. As she drew Ike out, I could see her tight inner lips clinging to its smooth barrel, as if reluctant to release it from their hot embrace. Belinda slowly fucked herself with the vibrator while with the other hand she held her dress up and lovingly fingered her clitoris, holding herself open so that I could see how hot and engorged she was.

It felt like I was burning up. All I wanted to do was to reach under my dress and finger myself, but I couldn't. Leaning my head back against the wall, I closed my eyes and moaned softly; for the pleasure of Rajit's warm touch on my foot, for the feeling of his hard cock twitching against my toe, and for the frustration and jealousy of Belinda masturbating in front of me.

With eyes closed and heart racing, I realised that the time had come. I opened my legs wider and -- just holding one side of my dress -- I allowed the other side to slide down my raised leg and pool in my lap. Unable to look, I waited for some type of feedback from Rajit to tell me that he could see me. After five seconds I felt no change, was he not watching? I was breathing in shallow gasps; I had to let him know how hot I was so I gave some voice to the pleasure that was filling my senses: "Oh, oh, mmmm."

I felt a jolt through Rajit's grip as he jumped. Bingo! We have a winner. Time for a reward: "Oh, that feels so nice," I breathed. "Please don't stop!" Then it was my turn for a reward when I felt the hard surge of his cock as he flexed it, pressing insistently against my toes. "Mmmm, yes," I husked, a smile pricking at the corners of my mouth.

With my head back and eyes closed, I hoped he was taking the opportunity for a long, hot look at my soaking slit; and if so, I needed to give him some warning so that I didn't catch him staring. "Oh, that was lovely," I said softly, moving my knees back together to block his view before I opened my eyes. "Thank you so much."

"Not at all, Rupali," he said. "Truly it was my pleasure." I bet it was. I sat up straight and smoothed my school dress down over my thighs again while he put the shoe back on.

He helped me up again and I gasped in surprise and wonder. "They feel exactly the same now!" I gave him my biggest smile.

"Try walking in them," he suggested.

I walked away from him between the racks, swinging my bottom slowly from side to side. At the end of the aisle I bent over with my legs straight and pretended to fuss with the laces, allowing my dress to ride up and cling around my bottom. I knew it wouldn't ride up far enough to show my pussy, but he didn't and I knew he would be watching closely.

I straightened up, turned around and walked back, holding his gaze with my eyes; loving the way the heels pushed my bum in and my breasts out, almost daring him to look down and admire them.

"How do you get the bows so perfect?" I asked.

"Aha!" he said. "It is a simple secret. Show me first how you tie them."

I looked at him, returning his smile and wondering what he was doing. Sitting again, I leaned down to tie the lace, but my long hair, which I had taken out of its pony tail after school, flopped forwards in my face. I reached back, gathered it into one hand and then saw an opportunity.

"Would you hold this for me, please Rajit?" I smiled.

I know boys like my hair; it's long and glossy and hangs in wavy black locks. I knew he would welcome the opportunity to touch it and feel the silky texture, but he would also have to reach behind me, and lean down with me, bringing our faces closer together. As I made the bow, I looked up into his eyes, little more than a foot away from mine. "Did I do it right?" I asked, evening out the loops.

Unlike his bow, mine hung vertically, one loop sitting high and the other low, spoiling the beauty of the shoes.

"Not quite," he said. "Start again and I will show you."

I pulled the knot open and untied the starting knot.

"Now slowly," he said as I began to re-tie the starting knot, "and stop! Tie that left-over-right instead of right-over-left."

"Um, I don't understand," I said.

He draped my hair over one shoulder and released it, and then leaning further down until our cheeks were almost touching, he closed his large hands around mine and swapped their positions so that the left lace overlaid the right one.

"There," he said, "left over right." I could smell his cologne, spicy and sensual, and it made my heart race yet again.

"Oh, I see," I breathed. With his lips so close to mine, I wanted to kiss, but instead I pretended to flick my hair out of the way and grazed my temple against his in a cat-like fashion.

I completed the bow and evened up the loops and ... it was perfect! I sat up and gave him my sunniest smile. "How did you do that?"

"You were making what is called a Granny Knot," he explained. "You used right-over-left for both the starting knot and the bow. Whichever way you do the bow, you need to do the starting knot the other way. It makes the bow sit straight and it does not come undone so easily, either."

"Thank you so much," I said, the gratitude I felt seemed out of proportion to his assistance, but I love lace-up and ankle strap shoes with bows so much and I'm so disappointed at how they look when I wear them with crooked bows. Looking down at my beautiful shoes, I felt about as sexy as a girl with no panties on can feel in a baggy school dress.

"Belinda! Come tell me what you think," I called. In a panic, she quickly slid the plug home in her pussy and dropped her hem before Rajit could turn around. Looking a little rosy in the cheeks, she came around to my aisle and caught my eye, silently admonishing me for spoiling her private toying session -- something for which I felt absolutely no guilt at all.

I gave my hips another twirl, flaring my dress out as Belinda inspected the shoes. "Wow!" she said. "Very sexy shoes, Roops. But I saw some boots you might like."

She went over to the boots and picked up a thigh-length leather boot with a platform, an enormous heel and -- you guessed it -- laces. She held it up against her body and stroked the leather, smiling at me with a pleading look in her eyes. I didn't need her to sell the idea; they were the sexiest footwear I think I've ever seen.

Trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, I asked: "What do you think, Rajit? Would they look nice on me?"

"Well, long boots are especially suited to long legs," he said, "so I believe that they would look very attractive indeed. However those heels are six inches and the platform is two inches, so I hope your date is over six-foot-six."

I didn't even know any boys that tall, but I didn't care. I wasn't seriously going to buy them, I just wanted to put them on and have Rajit lace me up.

"Then I guess my first stop with them will be a basketball game," I joked. "Can I try them on anyway?"

"Of course," he said, searching for a box in my size and then returning with it to my seat.

I quickly untied the pumps and slipped them off; I was so anxious for Rajit to start strapping me in to those sexy boots, I didn't even think about letting him take the other shoes off. Starting with the left one, he loosened the laces and held the mouth of the boot open for me. I lifted my knee much higher that was necessary, ostensibly looking at the boot but watching his eyes in my peripheral vision and sure enough, as soon as my hem passed his eye line, his eyes flicked from the boot up to my pussy.

I was now steaming hot and wide open and I felt like he could see all the way in to my molten core. My clitoris was aching to be touched, so I don't doubt that he could see it in all of its flaming glory. As I pushed into the boot, I conspired to make it more difficult than it really was; wriggling my hips and opening my legs wider so that he could see not just my pink centre but also the soft curves of my shaved labia and the small triangle of pubic hair that I wax on my mons pubis.

All too soon my leg was deep inside the boot and my pussy was hidden from sight once again. In what I hoped was anxiousness to see my engorged sex once again, Rajit fitted the other boot before lacing the first one. If anything, I made this one more of a difficult task; wriggling and pushing and opening my legs as before, but this time releasing my hem to hold the bench as I pushed into the boot, allowing the overhead lights to glint off my shining slit as I twisted and pushed my foot deeper into the sexy leather boot.

Finally both of them were on. My shallow breathing had degenerated to little more than panting; it was no longer enough for me to see him stealing glimpses at my incandescent womanhood; I needed him to touch me, to part my aching lips with his fingers, his tongue, his cock; hell, all three at once if he could manage it. I was well beyond the point of pulling down my hem and just left it pooled in my lap. With both feet on the floor again, I couldn't tell whether he could see me or not, but he had almost given up just glancing at my sex and was openly staring as I continued to hold my legs open for him, panting and almost moaning with primal need while he tightened the laces.





The Headmaster's Office 07: Sundara



Belinda was barely on her way back to us when I felt that familiar, irresistible pressure building inside me. I couldn't believe it -- I usually have to work so hard to come (well, Belinda does most of the heavy lifting) -- but Rajit had barely got his tongue into me and I was about to explode. I'm so glad I'm not a boy; as a girl, it's considered good form to come quickly provided you can back it up and come again when he does.

"Oh fuck," I cried through clenched teeth, twining my fingers into Rajit's short hair and pushing him deeper, "I'm coming!" That was really dirty talk for me; I like taking and I like fucking, but I'm a one-at-a-time kind of girl; I don't usually give much more than a 'Please' or a 'Yes' and Belinda is much the same, such is the life of sex in a dorm room with thin walls. Rajit seemed to like it though; he vocalised something into my pussy and redoubled his efforts, grinding his nose into my clitoris and straining deeper, flexing his tongue thick and thin as he licked and probed the walls of my love canal.

I have no idea what he was saying, maybe it was nothing, but the feeling was electric; his voice vibrated his nose and lips and those vibrations passed straight into my clit and pussy lips. The mounting heat inside me suddenly went volcanic and I was coming; bucking against his face and crying out for him to scream, yell, ... recite the fucking St Crispin's Day speech from Henry V for all I cared, but just keep doing that to my pussy while I fucked his face and came in his mouth.

After the first spasms had passed and I slipped into that long tingly descent from climax, I loosened my hold on his hair and let him get some oxygen, slowly grinding and pumping my hips against his lips and tongue, whispering 'Oh God, thank you' and other such, which is the usual limit of my sexy talk.

I was ready to lie back for a well earned rest, but I knew Belinda would have other plans ... and I suppose I owed Rajit a pretty vigorous cock sucking as well. Still kneeling over his face and catching my breath, I watched with curiosity as Belinda fished in her tote bag and pulled out what at first I thought was some kind of weird fusion cross between nunchucks and a boomerang.

She had brought it out upside down and once I mentally reoriented it, I felt another delicious flood of adrenaline hit and send my heart racing; it was the strapless strap-on dildo that her mystery man made for me. If Belinda brought it here, she must have at least suspected that I would go too far and end up fucking the shoe store guy; I felt a little hurt at this presumption but also a little giddy with love for her that she knew me so well.

Oh my God, this was a toy from a gothic torture fantasy! The reason I didn't recognise it at first was because it was three-pronged instead of two. The business end was pink and thick and very realistic; Belinda held it by the shaft and slid it through her closed fist for effect, revealing inch after inch of the most realistic, thick cock with bulging veins and a slight downwards curve. Six, then seven inches projecting from her tiny fist and it just kept on going!

Watching her play with it, I remembered that this was modelled on her mystery man; I don't know what was more shocking; wondering how I would fit this wonderful thick shaft in my pussy, or remembering that the real monster cock on which this was modelled had already been balls-deep inside me and filled me to overflowing with steaming jets of cum. Finally opening her fist and showing me the base, I could see that the entire thing was the length of Belinda's forearm, though thankfully not as thick. At the bottom it was similar to the one I bought for her; a U-bend into a shorter dildo that slid into the wearer's pussy and clamped down on her pubic bone, but this one had another attachment projecting behind that. It looked like a rattlesnake tail; another five inch dildo made up of progressively smaller balls all stuck together.

I recognised this from our internet shopping expeditions; while the middle dildo goes in the wearer's pussy, the rattle at the goes in her ass, ostensibly to provide stability (because you can close your sphincter on the joints between the balls to hold it in place) but it's also for pleasure if you were that way inclined. I didn't think Belinda was much that way inclined, but looking at the size of the weapon out the front, it needed all the stability she could muster. If that meant she had to shove that rattle all the way up her puckered little toochie in order to give me the fucking I had been dreaming of since the Fantasy Night adventure with her man, then I was OK with that.

And her heart went pitty-pat. I mean, I had heard that trite little phrase before but it took 18 years for me to really understand it. It wasn't ba-bump, ba-bump, BA-BUMP beating out of my chest; but looking at that shaft -- fuck, it had to be nine inches -- and knowing where it was going ... well my breathing had shallowed, my pussy was closing back up with apprehension, my pulse felt irregular ... ba-ba-da-bump, ba-ba-da-bump ... and -- even though I had just come -- I was as horny as all get-out.

I stood up, straddling Rajit's shoulders so that he could watch my pussy from beneath; that way he would be disinclined to run away.

"Where do you want me?" I asked Belinda; the royal court was now open and the Queen was presiding.

She looked me up and down and I followed her gaze; long, lean and sexy at six foot seven, naked from the waist down with six inch spike heels, legs splayed and shining black patent leather clinging to the long curves of my calves, white laces up the front finished with sexy bows at mid thigh; toned, brown muscles angling in to the smooth, pink perfection of my shaved pussy lips.

"You're kidding, right?" Belinda raised her eyebrows at me. She loves my long legs; crouching between them to lick me senseless, wrapped around her tiny body while she fucks me with Rawhide (the dorm's strappy strap-on), but most of all she likes to stand on a box and fuck me doggy style in front of a mirror where she can watch my full breasts swinging as she pounds me, running her fingers over my hips and down the sides of my thighs and -- when I'm ready -- reaching around and fingering my clitoris to make me come.

"Standing, right?"

"Right."

"Doggy." Statement, not a question.

"Smart girl."

"Mirror?"

"That would be lovely, thank you," she smiled at me, plucking Ike from her pussy before fitting the new toy. She first slid the anal dildo through her slit to lubricate it and then, with much less fuss and fanfare than I expected, she slipped it into her ass; one, two, three balls deep and then -- her eyes bulging with the sensation -- she pushed one more up there that was probably close to an inch in diameter.

Lying beneath me, Rajit had his head tipped backwards to watch this operation, getting a perfect view up Belinda's school dress from his position on the floor. He was speechless; hell, I was very near speechless: Belinda is beautiful; petite and blonde with elfin features, tiny girl-like hips, lovely C-cup breasts swelling behind her cute little green and white striped school dress ... which she now held up to show us her thick, bulging, nine inch cock; fully erect and curving up from her shaved pubis almost to her breasts.

It was perfectly colour matched to her pussy lips and as she stroked its long, hard surface in her fist, she looked for all the world like the love-child of Tinkerbell and a Satyr about to sink her unyielding shaft into some ripe, young, virgin. Well, two out three ain't bad.

I could also see some controls on the underside of the bridge between the first and second dildo; a red button and -- mysteriously, in my opinion -- a dial. I opened my mouth to ask her about them but then thought better of it. If it was a simple vibrator then I didn't want to know; it's a lovely feature, but I wanted cock, not a vibrator, and I didn't want to appear ungrateful by asking her not to use it. The alternative was that it was something different; I considered her mystery man's last two inventions -- a pressure-sensitive electric-shock orgasm machine and a matched set of radio-linked vibrators -- and the likelihood that this man had built a mere vibrator into a strapless strap-on seemed a lot less plausible. The big question was would it be better to know now or leave it for a surprise?

I like surprises.

"Can I suck Rajit while you fuck me?" I whispered in her ear, embarrassed by my own dirty talk even though I did it loud enough for him to hear.

"Of course you can, Roops," she assured me.

I looked down at Rajit again; he seemed very excited by this prospect. "And can he watch you make me come?" This time I whispered it softly; I don't know why but I feel like I should be ashamed of getting off on a cute guy watching me come.

In lieu of an answer, Belinda pulled the low bench away from the wall and positioned it end-on to the floor-length mirror.

"You," she pointed at Rajit, then at the bench. "On your back!"

In a blink Rajit was lying on his back on the bench with his feet near the mirror.

"Sorry, Roops," Belinda said, looking at me. "I guess he doesn't want his cock sucked."

Rajit nearly circumcised himself getting his zipper down and his cock out. It looked wonderful; six inches, not too thick with a slight upward curve. Belinda had been trying to teach me to swallow a cock; we had mixed success because most of the dildos in the dorm toy-box are too thick or too rigid. I watch with awe when she slides twelve inches of Silver the double-ended dildo down her throat so I vowed that if I could get Rajit to the back of my throat without gagging, then I would give this one a go.

I didn't need any directions from Belinda; I straddled the bench over Rajit's head and faced the mirror with my fuck-me boots and too-cool-for-school tube dress pulled up to my hips. I bent forward at the waist and unbuckled Rajit's pants; if I could swallow him then I wanted to go all the way down, not just to his zipper. While I was doing this, he reached up to thumb my pussy, getting my juices going again and ready for Belinda, who had lubed her long, thick cock and was stroking it through her closed fist as she climbed onto the bench behind Rajit's head, bringing her hips up to the level of mine.

There was certainly no need to stroke or suck Rajit to attention; that ship had sailed long ago. Taking hold of him at the base, I lifted his cock to my mouth, relishing the throbbing weight of it in my fingers. This was only my second blow job with a real cock and I felt nervous as I replayed all of Belinda's instructions in my mind: no teeth, bob / suck / tongue -- mix it up, no teeth, no jerking off with your hand (it's cheating porno bullshit, Belinda says), balls are in play -- but be gentle, no gagging ... and what was the last one? Oh yes; no teeth!

Take it slow, Rupali, I told myself. Relax. No need to gobble him all the way down in one bite.

One step at a time: a yummy bead of pre-cum on the tip; that would be for me, thank you very much. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue and stayed close so that he could feel my hot breath on his cock as I savoured the delicious saltiness and then swallowed with a satisfied sigh. Snaking out my tongue again, I teased him with a few slow circuits of his knob and tickled the vee-shaped seam on the underside, making him gasp and arch his hips upwards, desperate for me to take him into hot embrace of my mouth.

I felt Belinda push the lubed tip of her cock -- for that is how I had come to think of it -- into my slit, just the head nestled in my wet opening while she gripped the curve of my hips, readying and steadying to enter me. Looking up at the mirror in front of me, I caught her eye and she tipped me a wink before sliding a good six inches of her thick, rigid shaft into my pussy. I heard Rajit gasp as he watched; Belinda's cock was maybe a quarter-inch thicker than Rajit's, and in a single stroke she had just ploughed enough into me that would have sent him balls-deep.

Oh Sweetie, you ain't seen nothin' yet! She probably could have given me another one or two inches without hurting me, but if that monster was the same size as her mystery man, then I knew she would end up pounding the whole thing into me and have me begging for more. And this -- I reflected -- is my problem; although Rajit seemed like a lovely guy, I didn't see a potential relationship there because he wouldn't be able to satisfy me sexually ... except for his tongue ... hmmm, I needed to this one through some more.

Belinda set up a rhythm of lovely, long, slow stokes into my pussy; still only giving me six inches, maybe to tease me with the promise of more and maybe to tease Rajit and make him think that was all I could take. With her thick cock pleasuring my pussy, I relaxed to the task in front of me and took Rajit into my mouth; just sliding his shaft though my lips to lubricate him and get a feel for his length and shape.

Belinda had a lot of fucking ahead of her to make me come, so I took it slow with Rajit as well; progressing from a dozen strokes with just my lips to some feather-light tonguing around the head and down the shaft, then I moved on to tracing the length of the cum-vein down the underside of his rod. I had a moment of panic when he twined his fingers through my long hair, afraid that he would force me down onto his cock; but he just followed my movements, gently stroking my hair and scalp with his fingertips.

Gaining more confidence, I gave him a gentle suck; holding and then increasing the pressure as I drew him out, then allowing the built up suction to pull him back inside. I felt his cock heave as his fingers tightened on my scalp and I was worried that I had gone too hard too soon, but he just groaned and stroked the nape of my neck with his thumbs, encouraging me to continue. Which I did. With great pleasure.

With my tongue and hard palate wrapped tightly around his manhood, I was able to get a better feel for his length; a bit over half way brought him to my soft palate and I could go almost an inch further before I felt his knob in uncomfortably close-quarters near the entrance to my throat. I tried to concentrate on Belinda's training; she said to embrace the contact on your soft palate, that trying to open up wider and avoid contact was what made you gag. "Do you gag when you swallow food?" she would ask rhetorically; the lesson being that it was all in your head (pun not intended). If your throat thought that what you were putting in there was going all the way down then it didn't have a problem. The trick -- she explained -- was to move the head to the back of your mouth, quickly swallow it down, and then keep swallowing to override the gag reflex while you brought it back out again.

It seemed so simple in theory.

I wasn't ready to swallow him yet, but I experimented by taking him a bit deeper; moving his knob to the entrance of my throat and then swallowing to cut him off as I drew him out. After half a dozen practice runs, I had him moaning and confidently probing the tight opening, his knob throbbing thickly as he flexed it; and with almost five inches of hard cock between my jaws, I was delighted to realise that I was little more than an inch away from my first balls-deep blow job. Belinda will be so proud of me.

And speaking of Belinda, I could feel her getting a better grip on my hips and understood that I was about earn some more of her thick shaft. Pulling back on Rajit's cock to suck and swirl my tongue around the head, I braced myself for the onslaught.

"Ready babe?"

"Mmmm hmmm!" I agreed around my mouthful.

She drove into me as far as she could go and finally, tantalizingly touched down on my cervix. Oh, the feeling of all that cock in my love canal was exquisite, but still Belinda had more to give because I couldn't yet feel her hips touching my bottom. Moaning on his cock, I heard a whisper of awe from Rajit as Belinda ground against my cervix, pushing and releasing, stretching me and delivering a breathtaking feeling of fullness until I finally felt her pubis press against my bottom.

Deep penetration could be uncomfortable with the 18" double-ended dildo in the dorm toybox; although flexible, its tip is quite hard and un-cocklike and you need to push gently. The tip of Belinda's new weapon was soft and comfortable like a real knob and tickled deliciously at my innermost regions. Now fully stretched, I felt her pull half way out and although I braced for impact, there is no way I could have prepared for what happened next.

She drove firmly back into me without pulling the stroke and -- as her hips slapped against my ass and she touched down on my cervix wall -- I felt her cock flex and heave, bulging inside me and distending my labia as she pulled it thickly back out. I squealed on Rajit's cock, initially stunned and disbelieving, thinking it must have been my imagination, but at the same time the waning shockwave of pleasure in my core told me that something very real had happened.

Belinda didn't wait for me to recover; after she slapped into me she pulled out and drove straight back in again, slapping my ass and setting off the same flex and bulge and shockwave as before; identical right down to the muffled squeal. With a mouthful of hard cock and my head spinning with the glorious pounding Belinda was delivering to my pussy, I finally realised what was happening; it was her mystery-man's mad invention, he had created a dildo that flexed just like a real cock when you drove it hard into your pussy; the trigger was probably in the soft tip.

"Forgot to warn me about that, did you Blinny?" I asked breathlessly, popping up from Rajit's cock.

"Oh, you can feel it can you?" she said with disingenuous glee in her voice; I think she was enjoying this invention nearly as much as me. "It's only on three; he said that should be about 'normal'."

She was still pounding me and setting off little shockwaves of pleasure as her cock bulged thickly inside me. "Three!" I exclaimed, overawed that something this delicious had settings. "What does it go up to?"

"What does it go up to, Rajit?" Belinda asked; I was watching her fuck me in the mirror and she had a wicked grin on her face.

"Ummm," he began, and Belinda paused for him to study the control panel beneath the dildo. "Oh my," he gulped. "Rupali, have you seen This Is Spinal Tap?"

I felt a hot, erotic shiver course through me.

"ELEVEN!" I cried. What was her mystery man thinking? "The fucking sadist! Jesus, he'll pop me like a balloon!"

"Hey," laughed Belinda, resuming her fucking while she raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror. "If you can't take any more then we'll just leave it on three," one ... two ... three count, "Princess!"

Challenge accepted. "Rajit, my love," I said. "Would you be a dear and turn Belinda's cock up to six, please?"

"I would enjoy that very much," he said.

"Don't press the red button," instructed Belinda. What the fuck was the red button? A thermonuclear warhead? Oh, little did I know.

He released my head and I felt him fumbling with the controls for a moment; I kissed and licked his dick as a reward, but waited pensively to see what kind of carnage I had invited upon my pussy before I took him back in my mouth. I needn't have worried too much; Belinda picked up her rhythm again and -- although the throbs of her cock were definitely stronger -- they were nothing like twice as big as before ... thank goodness.

The most noticeable difference was that the surges in her girth lasted longer; she was able to pull almost all the way back out to the tip before I felt her cock relax back down to its modestly thick natural cross section. Between the shockwave of the throb and the ecstatic pulling sensation as she dragged that bulging shaft through my clinging labia, I could feel a wonderful tingling that I knew would soon build to an orgasm; a rare thing for me without Belinda fingers or tongue on my clitoris.




The Headmaster's Office 07: Sundara



I wanted Rajit to cum in my mouth while I climaxed, so I went back to work on his hard shaft with renewed vigour; sucking him in deeply and swallowing over his knob as it neared the back of my throat. His fingers tensed in my hair and his hips arched into me, telling me that right there -- or deeper -- was exactly where he wanted to be. I didn't know how to make him cum, but I figured that he was a guy after all, can't they cum whenever they damned well please? Hopefully all I really needed to do was pleasure him and let him know when I was ready; if he wanted synchronised orgasms then I would trust him to organise it himself.

Moaning softly but urgently to let him know that Belinda was bringing me along, I kept swallowing and sucking and bobbing on his cock. Belatedly remembering Belinda's lessons, I cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them gently, the surge of his manhood in my mouth told me that this was a welcome development.

Had I thought my orgasm was a long way away? The pounding in my pussy was relentless; Belinda's throbbing, bulging cock was stretching me and building up an undeniable hot pressure deep inside my pussy and with some panic I felt the inescapable engine of climax firing up and revving in my core. Now or never, Rupali; all that practice swallowing was about to be put to the test. With Belinda's instructions ringing in my ears -- don't think about it; just move it back and down the hatch -- I did exactly that: one last practice swallow over the head and then I slid him smoothly into my throat, swallowing again and again so that I never had the opportunity to gag.

Rajit cried out in pleasure and tried valiantly not to buck against my face; I quickly drew him out again, every nerve ending tingling with my mounting orgasm and the excitement of my first deep throat success. Taking him out of my mouth for a moment, I cried out "Eleven!" and sucked him back inside, gasping and vocalising my imminent climax as I drove him straight down my throat again, holding him there and swallowing as I moaned and squeezed his balls.

Belinda didn't slow down and I could feel Rajit desperately fumbling with the dildo's controls around my pussy while he pumped his hips up into my face. I heard a couple of ratcheting clicks and the next time Belinda's hips slapped my ass her cock detonated in my pussy; expanding not just at the end but all the way down it length, stretching my poor pussy lips mercilessly as it bucked against my cervix like a shotgun recoil.

As she withdrew, her cock was so thick she had to brace against my hips to pull it against the clinging friction of my pussy. She could only get it half way before she gave up and pushed back inside, setting off another detonation that had me screaming at the peak of my climax with Rajit's cock down my throat and his pubis pressed into my chin.

I felt his balls throb massively in my hand and then he was coming too and crying out with the ecstasy of release. I felt my upper lip buzz with the vibration of his cum pumping through that wonderful bulging vein and then he was emptying jet after jet of hot seed down my throat. Wanting to taste him and feel him coming in my mouth, I swallowed again and pulled him out to half way, sucking and squeezing and milking the last few pumps from his dick as my own climax finally crested and began to cycle down.

"Rajit?" Belinda directed forcefully. "Red button."

Uh oh. He knew better than to disobey that voice and so did I. Belinda stopped pumping and held her massive shaft deep inside me, and with Rajit's cock still held half in my mouth delivering weak, reflexive, throbs, I felt some inexorable doomsday mechanism charge up in Belinda's mad inventor's cock from hell.

It started with a low frequency vibration in the base of the device near my clitoris, or around where a guys balls would be fucking me doggy like this, and it picked up in intensity until my clit was singing in harmony. Then it extended down just the underside of the shaft, the vibration entering me down its length like a second cock, slowly at first and then racing to the end deep in my womanhood. From there the vibration exploded out from just the underside to the entire knob and I finally understood what was happening; this gigantic, beautiful, cock was coming inside me!

My own orgasm cycled back up with the excitement of having this cock erupt in my depths and I was crying out again with renewed ecstasy when the vibrations in the knob morphed into wonderful, searing heat which then flooded back down the length of the shaft to warm my already incandescent labia. In my mind's eye I had no trouble at all imagining that heat to be thick gouts of cum pouring into me and -- with nowhere to go -- flooding back though my canal, spilling out my entrance and coating the balls of my assailant; who in this instance was ironically a 4'11" and three-quarter schoolgirl with no balls at all.

Disengaging from Rajit's cock, I cried as wave upon wave pleasure rocked me, leaving me dizzy and weak at the knees and using Belinda's shaft to help hold me upright on my beautiful spike heels. Finally spent, Belinda withdrew and I collapsed down to the bench, my bare bottom sitting behind Rajit's head allowing him to get up, looking amazedly for a mess on his slacks before realising that I hadn't spilled a single drop.

Belinda climbed around me and straddled my lap; the dildos in her pussy and ass suspended in the gap between my thighs while the main weapon pressed uncomfortably between our bellies as we hugged and I whispered my thanks in her ear.

"Nice present?"

"Nice present," I agreed.

"Well," she said. "You named the last three toys," referring to Ike and Mike the plugs and Spike the other staples strap-on. "What are you going to call this one?"

What can you call something that big and commanding? Goliath?

"Well," I replied, "apart from your mystery man, there's only one thing I know that can match it for size and scare factor and I saw you-know-who adjusting it in his pants at the back of assembly today." A look of confusion crossed Belinda's face. "So I'm calling it The Gallows Pole."

She gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes lighting up with fear and surprise. "What?" she blurted. "How did you ...?"

It took a moment to register because her response didn't seem to make sense, and then ...

"Oh my God!" I breathed. "You're fucking the headmaster!"

Belinda didn't say anything; she just sat on my lap staring wildly into my eyes with her hand still over her mouth. And then a new realisation hit me: if Mr Gallows -- the headmaster -- was her mystery man, then ... that night in the dorm ...

"Oh my God! The headmaster fucked me too!"

My heart was racing. I looked down at the cock between us, the headmaster's cock, still hot and stiff and glistening with my juices. As beautiful as it was, it wasn't enough.

"I want him to do it again."





Sunday



Roger came home drunk that night. He had been coughing up blood for two days and he knew that the end was near. Although he had taken fairly good care of himself, there were things he couldn't forsee.

His wife had left him quickly and silently ten years ago and he had never heard from her since. Her not was short and to the point when he came home from work. "I do not love you and I never have. Goodbye, Roger."

He didn't think of her too much these days, but he dreamt of her often.

His children were the only ones who kept him going. Ecco, nineteen, and Dane, sixteen. Although he hated working long hours, his children understood. Ecco had learned many things on her own when her mother left and he felt terrible that he hadn't been there for her. Dane, on the other hand, hadn't changed at all and he took faith that his father would always be there since his mother wasn't.

He had difficulty opening the door, but he managed. He saw dane laying on the floor of the family room. He was there every Sunday night afte watching Nosferatu. Dane figured it annoyed his sister, Ecco, but she loved that film in truth and allowed him a little spite in a normally well behaved repartee between brother and sister.

As Roger tried to climb the stairs, he remembered Ecco was in her room alseep. He had to shush himself on several occasions because he was afraid that he would wake her.

In truth, she was already awake. His car alerting her like it did every time he came home. She was scared. She had never seen her father drunk before, but she knew that was what his problem was. He didn't drink in all the time she could remember so she became frightened. If he had never been drunk at home before, what else would he do?

She had been close to drifting off when there was a knock at her door followed by her father shushing himself again. She pretended she was sleeping, hoping that he would go away. She didn't want to see him that way. When she didn't answer, he opened the door quietly as he could and crept in. He came to her bed and stumbled himself to the floor beside her.

He stared at his beautiful daughter and thought about how much he loved her. He stroked her hair, touched her arm, and thought about how nice she smelled. Like her mother.

He felt his cock stirring as he watched her move sleepily. She turned over to face him fully, lips parted slightly.

She waited for him to leave and pretended to sleep. She could smell the liquor on his breath, his musky cologne drowned by the mask of sour mash whiskey. His hands were so hot on her cool skin. She tingled as he stroked her arm and tugged lightly on her earring.

What was he doing? What did he want? She couldn't figure what he was up to. 

"Ecco. Ecco, wake up a bit."

"Mmmm, wha' daddd...."

"Ecco, let me lay next to you for a bit."

"What's wrong daddyyy..."

"Daddy feel a little lonely. You don't mind if he feels better with you, do you?"

"Mmmmmm, whatever makes you happy, dad...goodnight."

Roger took his shirt and jacket off as he flipped off his shoes. He settled into her bed as she moved to the side. He was so hot on her skin, but she didn't dare complain. He put his nose in her hair and sniffed deeply, hoping to hold her scent in his mind forever.

He wasn't mindful of where is cock was and Ecco felt it poking at her back. Roger held her so tightly that she thought he was going to absorb her. When she tried to move a bit to get some air, he moaned and pumped his cock against her.

She felt too good to him. He couldn't help but respond as she ground against him. She just didn't know what she had been doing to him. For the past three years she had blossomed into a voluptuous and stunning woman. He wondered with a little envy if anyone had sampled what she had to offer.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, daddy. Go to sleep, you need some rest."

She was dismissing him! He wanted to tell her how proud he was of her and all she could think of was sleep!

"Oh, is that how it's going to be? Turn and look at me, girl."

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"I think you know."

"I don't, really. What is wrong?"

"You are. And you are going to change right now." He tossed her blankets to the floor and raised to his knees. She was too stunned by his actions to move and she bit her lip to keep quiet. She didn't want to wake Dane.

Roger leaned over and ripped at her night shirt. She clung to his hands, trying to keep him from stripping her, but he was too strong. She struggled to keep her shirt on, but he flipped her over with the force of tearing it from her.

She tried to get off the bed and run, but he grabbed her and flung her back down. She kicked out and fought against him. He grew tired to restaining her and held her wrists over her head with one hand. She tugged to get loose but his grip pinched the harder she fought. She decided to kick more hoping it would break the spell he was under. It proved useless. He dodged her feet and managed to pin her down with his body. All she could do was strain against him and squeeze him between her thighs. Both efforts seemed to increase his desire. 

"Don't, don't...sshhhhh, don't. Ecco, don't. Settle down, baby." He smiled as she let loose one more time and lifted her hips hoping to throw him off. All she did to him was make it easier for him to hold her down.

"Baby, I love you." He let his head rest on her shoulder. "I love you." He looked at her neck and kissed her lightly. Her indrawn breath gave him mixed signals and he kissed her again.

Her father's kisses confused her. She knew it was wrong. He didn't understand what he was doing. She wanted to get away, but she couldn't just leave him like that. He needed her understanding. Something was hurting him inside and she had to help him.

"Please, Dad, don't do this." He kissed up her jaw and to her ear. She wept silent tears of confusion. "Please, I..I'll do anything if you'll stop scaring me!" She couldn't get more words out with her father's mouth on hers. He pushed hard against her lips prying them with his tongue. He squeezed harder on her wrists to get her to open her mouth. SHe did and he moaned into her, kissing her deeper. She didn't fight him, he was too too strong. 

"Please baby, it's been so long since...I've had someone with me. I have to do this."

"No, you don't."

"I have to. I won't hurt you, I promise." She sighed with relief when he eased some of his weight off her only to gasp when he wrenched his zip down. She could feel him against her thigh, so warm and hard. She struggled a bit and he ripped her panties off, the fabric burning her skin.

"Daddy, please..." He took no notice of her pleadings. All she could do was watch his face as he took in her body in the moonlight. He smiled as he rubbed his member over her full mound, making her shiver. He took a nipple in his mouth and suckled. It tasted so good to him, her sweet young skin.

While she was distracted, he slipped a finger into her to feel her wetness. Her fear and confusion left her soaking under him. He drew in a quick breath and put his head at her entry. Taking a few test pumps, he eased in as far as she could let him. Her pussy was so small, it hurt him. He could tell that she was hurting too. She held her breath and shut her eyes with each entry hoping it would be the last.

"Baby, you feel so good to me. Love me. Open up. Put your legs around me. Please baby, I love you." She did as she was told, gripping him tightly with her legs on his hips. Her effort made him slide in more, her pain becoming unbearable. "Oh, yes. Like that, I love it." He rolled his hips higher and harder, wanting to have al of her that night.

"Aaaahhhhh, Daddyyyyy, no...." He pushed into her with all he had and felt her ripping open. he stopped and looked at her, disbelief colouring his face. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he fell silent. What had he done to his daughter?

"Oh, baby, I didn't know. Forgive me." He just stared into her eyes wanting to see her face, wanting her to see his shame.

She stared back at him. What could she do? He was still in her and she felt that there was no more pain.

"Dad.."

"Yes, my sweet child?" She took his face in her hands and kissed his mouth. He didn't know what to do, so he let her kiss him. She kissed him deeper, moving her tongue in his mouth like he had done to her.

"Baby, what..."

"It's too late now, daddy. And I do love you." She held him snug against her and ground her hips into his. "Love me."

He didn't need to hear any more. He moved in her again, slowly at first and then faster as his lust caught him. Each stroke made her cry out to him. He watched her beneath him, her writhing body sending electricity through him.

"Ohhh, yeah, aaahhhhh, yes pleaseeee, oh God, daddy, fuuuccckkkkk mmmmeeeee!" She screamed to him as he fucked her, his daughter. "Aaahhhh, harder, please. Fuck me more, ooohhh that is so gggoooodddddd!"

She thrashed under him, her body uncontrollable with desire for her father. His own body had betrayed him that night and he was enjoying her. He growled and grunted as he plowed her supple body with his thick cock, the itch of his oncoming orgasm twitching his balls.

"Fuck, baby, I want to come in you. Fuck!! Take my seed, take my come!"

"Come in me, daddy! I want to feel you in me. Make me pregnant daddy!"

That was all he could take. He let loose a roar and filled his daughter's womb with his sperm. It felt so wonderful as he pumped her full as she clawed at his back. SHe bucked hard beneath him, wanting every last drop. Finally her legs fell from him and he rolled to her side. Their sweat and sex intermingled as a powerful sedative gently lulling them to sleep.

As Roger held her he fell to sleep dreaming of the future. He looked so peaceful to her. She climbed out of bed and picked up his clothes, taking his pants and leaving his shorts on.

When she was through straightening up she went back to bed and covered her father. She donned another shirt and laid next to him, listening to his heartbeat. She fell to sleep thinking about what she had done. She loved her father and he loved her. Now it was up to them. 

After all, there was always Monday.



Sunday



It is Sunday. Mid-afternoon, I'm guessing, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blinds. 

I've just returned from the bath. My skin is cool and still a little damp. I'm laying on my side... my right side. Naked. Freshly shaven.

You are behind me. Rubbing my neck and shoulders. Pressing firmly with your large, spread hands. Applying pressure with your thumbs. You are pressed up against me – completely – from your feet to your hips. Our bodies molded together.

My thighs are squeezed gently around your semi-sleeping cock. Legs crossed at the knee. This is nice... 

But nice is not quite what I am in the mood for. 

I smile to myself. And purr. I push just a little more firmly back and down. I feel you begin to stir, harden. I purr a little louder.

I'm pleased and relieved. 

I was fully expecting you to say you had to get up.

Another squeeze of the thighs: this time not quite so gently. And I start to feel your pulse: vibrate, flicker -- resonate in my clit as you harden against me. Each beat bringing us – swelling us both – more fully toward each other. Increasing the pressure. Eliminating the unwanted space between us.

I place one hand beneath you. Firmly. Flattening the length of your hardened shaft – pressing it up flat against me. Carefully positioning you between my lips. Spreading myself around you. 

Much better. 

I begin moving now – slowly, back and forth – holding you in place, rubbing myself against you.

Your hands – massaging my neck and shoulders – stop in place occasionally, as you become distracted. The massage I'm now giving you – decidedly more interesting than the one you are giving me. 

I'm moving slowly. Deliberately. Making you wet with me. Sliding along your shaft, squeezing you tightly against me. 

A tiny, barely audible moan escapes my lips. 

Your distraction is complete now.

I feel your hands slide from my neck, shoulders, trailing down my back and onto my hips. They rest there -- still for a moment -- as you shift yourself, move in... press your chest tightly against my back, bury your face into my hair. I hear you breathe in deeply. Hear you groan low – deep in your throat – almost a growl. 

And with that, I feel your hands tighten abruptly, grasping my hips with all their strength – pressing in hard and pulling me down forcefully against you. Your knees pinned in against the back of mine. 

I look down and see the head of your cock between my legs. It is wet from me. It is so swollen – the dark purple a violent contrast to the soft white thighs it throbs between. Your skin – stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at me for attention... having been left out of most of the warm sliding. 

I push forward enough to hold it firmly against my swollen clit: rocking back and forth. Bringing another low guttural growl to your throat. Yes. It is definitely a growl now. 

My eyes are closed. But I am envisioning what your swollen head looks like now – rubbing back and forth against my clit, between my lips, getting wet, throbbing in perfect time to the pulse you feel between my legs. That pulse is getting faster. You hear my breathing begin to match it: heavier, more urgent – in synch with my rocking. Locked in with your heart pounding. 

Picturing you sliding against me. Aching to bend and push you into me. Feeling and hearing the pounding in my head: red and black flashes behind my closed eyes. Dizzy. Wanting. 

Thankfully, you're not going to make me wait.

Your hands suddenly push in against my hips – take them firmly in your grasp – lift me forward and up in one swift, powerful, fluid motion. Just as swiftly – you bring me back down: hard and forcefully... pulling me down onto your fully ready, splendidly rearing, gloriously upright cock.

You hold me there. Hard. Feeling me shutter – my body reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.

You move your hands then – sliding your arms through on each side of me and bending them upward, so that your hands come to rest: one on each of my shoulders. You grab onto them roughly and buck your hips up violently against me – pulling me down onto you by the shoulders while pushing up with your hips. 

I begin to move up – nearly off of you – with each upwards push of your hips: only to be thrust back down quickly again by your hands – heavy on my shoulders with all of your force behind them. Slamming me onto you and you into me.

I feel your teeth graze the back of my neck. I hear that low biting growl again. I feel your thrusts become more rhythmic, deliberate, deeper, longer – telling me you are getting close... too close, too soon.

In a rather frantic attempt at distraction, I reach down between my legs and grab you firmly by the balls. Pulling them up towards me – suddenly, feeling them in my hand, I long to discover the secret to having them inside me too. 

I adore your balls. Have I ever told you this?

I feel the pressure building in you. Sense your urgency. Knowing now – in my own distraction -- my grasp on your balls is tighter than it should be. I feel your teeth clutch at my neck. And hear a far more serious growl escape from your throat. It sends me over the edge. 

I take this as a challenge. I won't let you cum without me. 

I peel your hand from its grip on my shoulder and force it down firmly between my legs, pushing it flat, holding it hard against my aching clit while I rise and fall back onto you –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding you. 

Rubbing against your hand. Delirious. Frantic. Out of myself. 

Wrapping you in violent, repeated contractions as I begin to cum. 

Each clutch now met with a force of your own, as you explode into me. One hand now on my head – fist full of my hair – pulling me down onto you, hard, with each hot flooding burst. Your low growls are now roars – burning into the back of my neck, branding me. The hand that was between my legs: now clutching my right breast. Smearing it with warm wet cum – yours and mine. 

In a fraction of a second, a million dark thoughts race through your head – pounding disjointed distorted flashes. 

The thought that my skin – liquid, cool velvet, stolen angel's flesh – has annihilated all desire to ever run your hands over any others skin. The heat that holds you inside me – electric, wet, searing heat – will render you indifferent to the clutch of all women. A tightness forms like a knot in your chest. Your breath sucked from you into the siren's song you imagine you hear in the cries of ecstasy pouring from my open mouth. Part of you wants to die. Part of you wants to choke me: destroy the demon, the temptress, your test... your whore. Succubus who lured you from your quiet comfortable safe place at your sleeping true love's side to drown you painfully and torturously slowly in her vast, cold, dark, cavernously vacuous heart. Part of you wants to stop time completely: freeze in this moment, stretch out this ecstasy. Stand on the very edge of climax for an eternity. Fucking me just like this without end – in your own personal, custom-designed, wonderfully painful, purgatory. But the rest of you – the best of you – longs to be able to pull from me without leaving my body. To lower yourself – slowly and silently – to bury your face between my thighs, breathe in deeply and call this home for the rest of your days. All else disappears. All pressures. All demands on your time. All needs. All gone. Nothing else exists. Even we two are reduced to the simplest, most perfect alliance: your mouth, my cunt. Blanketed in the knowledge that you can crawl to the place you call home and be safe, warm, protected, wanted. Nothing else matters... Nothing else exists. 

Peace returns -- washing over you in a flood of warmth.

Your lungs fill again with air.

I feel your grip – on both my hair and my breast – give way, loosen, relax, slide. A haunting sound -- disturbingly similar to a death rattle – releases from my chest as you release me. Strangely, it brings you comfort.

Quiet.

You sigh. 

You fall heavily into me. Dead weight. 

I am comfortable under you. I have no desire to move.

* * * *

But one of us will break the silence or make the slightest shift in position, alter weight distribution. Yes – fools that we are – one of us will make a mistake that changes the air in the room. 

The change that always wakes the rest of the world.

* * * *



Sunday



"Honey, I've been thinking..."

This is one of the phrases that instantly gets a husband's attention. It sits right up there with "honey we have to talk" which means "I'm pissed off at you, or "I've done something you won't like," or "does this dress look good on me" which is always an attempt to either get you to tell her she's the most gorgeous hunk of woman you know or to see if you will really tell her what you think. Sorry guys, no way to win your way out o f this trap. Either suck it up and hope since you have a 50/50 shot at glory, or go with guile and say "oh sweetie, it looks as good as it ever did." There is also the "if you love me....." Clause which means she knows you'll object but she wants you to do it anyway, "the I just did this for you so..." Request which means she knows she is asking a lot, but wants to make it look smaller by mentioning something she has done in a pre-emptive trade. Or my personal favorite, the ever irresistible "I'll make it worth your while" which is always accompanied by a flash of boob or leg, or if it is really a big deal, a grope and a kiss. With tongue.

Of course, most of those are easy to handle. I have difficulty with "Honey I've been thinking." I could probably defuse the issue behind the statement by saying that thing that first pops into my mind, "Congratulations dear, there is a first time for everything." However, I don't like sleeping on the couch, so I am very good at holding my tongue. 

This time I should have said it. I should have short circuited what she was about to say, because her big idea pretty well disintegrated my interest in sleeping with her anyway. Yeah the couch looks good to me today.

"Our life has changed so much. The kids are out on their own, we are financially secure, we have no worries. But still we are locked into the routines we built over the last 25 years. Get up, go to work, come home, make dinner, kiss goodnight, go to sleep, repeat the next day. I want something exciting in my world."

I mulled it over. I considered our routines. I suggested travellling more on the weekends. Day trips to nearby attractions could be fun. I suggested adding to our subscriptions to the ballet which she loves, and our local baseball team, which I love. I suggested buying a boat or a motorcycle, tennis lessons, dance lessons, joining a bowling league, taking garden tours or doing book exchanges. These are all things we had either dreamed about or dallied in during our life together, so I thought I could rekindle some interests to spice up a life that had my lovely lady in the doldrums. My suggestions failed. Each and every one crashed and burned, until I suggested instead of kissing every night and having sex once every week or two, we have sex every night and kiss goodnight every week or two. I was kidding and let her know that.

"Actually, what I had in mind is something along those lines."

Imagine my surprise.

"Honey, we're 48 years old. We have sex once every week or two. I know you'd like more, but it's just so....so boring."

Imagine my surprise.

"You've been the only man I have ever loved, and always will be, so I don't want you to get all huffy, I want you to hear me out."

This couldn't be good. Diana never beat around the bush, she always went right to the point. Something big was really brewing in her pretty little head.

"You are also the only man I ever made love to, and that has me curious. I find myself wondering what's out there? You've always made me happy in bed, but Denise says...."

There it Was. Denise. I might have known. She was crazy. She was fun too, but crazy. She was game for anything that involved either nudity or sex. She was only a half a year out of her third marriage, and was hot on the prowl for candidates for loser #4. She had profited well from each divorce, and had a lovely little mansion on 5 acres by the country club along with a bank account nearly as large. She had 3 kids, one by each husband, all receiving child support from their wealthy dads.

Denise had been to every nude beach in the country and many abroad. She knew the most swinging cruises, the hottest clubs, the sexiest fashions. She was that girl who could wear 6" stilettos to the church picnic without any one batting an eye. She oozed lust, and she was my wife's best friend.

".....and I'm doing myself a great wrong if I don't sample some other guys before I get too old. So, what I propose is that I start going out with Denise on Friday nights and explore her world. This is the perfect time, before I start looking all old and saggy baggy, but since the kids are gone there will be no one to hurt."

No one to hurt. My stomach was about to project lunch all over the living room, but there was no one to hurt? "What about me?"

"Oh honey, Denise said you might feel jealous, but remember, I only love you, and I only ever will. But you were experienced with other girls before we met, so you know what the field is like. I only know you! Don't I deserve to taste some other flavor s?"

"Diana, what happens if you like one of these other flavors so much you can't give it up. What if you come to love someone else? What happens to me? I have everything to lose if you do this, and so do you! We have a perfect life, and in a couple years we will both retire. We can travel, we can explore, and do it together. We are right on the verge of our golden years, when we can rekindle those intense feeling we had as kids, before our kids came along and put us into parent mode. What's in this for me? You know even in a no fault state, the man gets raped in a divorce, if I even considered...."

"No, no, no, you don't understand. I don't ever want to divorce you, I want to keep you! Honey, I want those golden years to be amazing too! And even though Denise says I could really set myself up well financially with a couple of divorces, I can't imagine not spending my old age with you! I knew you'd come up with this angle, because you always think of everything, and in your shoes, it would be the first argument I made. So I had Bobbi write up a contract for us spelling out clearly what would happen if we did divorce. Now remember, I don't want that at all, this is just to ease your mind."

I read the contract. Bobbi was good, funny thing is she is my partner! We run a solid little two person firm that gives our clients excellent general legal care, specializing in nothing, but practicing everything. Bobbi took good care of me in this contract. The division of property left my wife the house and contents, but gave me our ski condo, the beach house and my fishing cabin. That was a financial wash, so no complaints. Diana made a good salary, and always wanted to keep her own money. We would keep our own bank and investment accounts, and we each had our own retirement, so that would all remain intact...to each his own. I had paid off the mortgage two years ago, so there would be no spousal maintenance, and the kids had college funds that would easily get them through undergrad and pay a good chunk of grad school if they chose to go. It was actually very neat and clean, and I would not get raped. 

Bobbi deserved a thank you lunch. However there would be a significant bit of questioning as to why she couldn't have given me a heads up. Sure there was client confidentiality, but we were partners....wasn't there a conflict of interest? I reasoned there was, but Bobbi had protected my interests in this too, so I'd let her off the hook. Maybe even upgrade that lunch to dinner....shit! 

Bobbi and I were awesome partners at work, but we spent every unguarded moment we had flirting like adolescent idiots! Wait a minute, That's it! What the hell was I doing asking Diana "What about me?" I should have been asking myself that question. Bobbi flirts with me. Clients flirt with me. Neighbors flirt with me. Women at the country club flirt with me. Hell, her best friend Denise openly propositions me right in front of Diana. 

Ok, wifey wants to play with fresh meat? Let her. She wants to see what's out there? Fine. She wants to compare me to other guys? Ok. I'm not sure she realized what she was doing by dropping me into such a target rich environment. I'm not sure she realized Bobbi's contract was written in such a way that the door was open for me to go out on the prowl too. I signed each copy right below her name, and smiled like the cat that got the cream. Without a word, I handed her a copy, and slid mine into my file cabinet, which I discreetly locked.

"Ok babe. You are a free woman. From here on out, you can play as you wish. I only ask two things. No playing in our room. We need to keep a bed for you and me alone. And no sloppy seconds. I want a full 48 hours between your last fuck and our next fuck. Fair enough?"

"Oooooh, Teddy, I love when you talk dirty. But remember, we won't be fucking, we'll be making love!"

"No Diana. Making love is for two people who love each other, and only each other. If you start making love, it will be with someone else, and that will be the end of us. As long as this relationship we share is open, we will be fucking."

"No baby, you misunderstood! Part of the whole cuckolding culture is the loving re-connection when the woman comes home and makes love to her husband. And Sloppy seconds is a big part of that! You have to accept my extra marital activities to show me you love me enough to let me explore, knowing I will come back to you."

"Cuckolding culture? No Hun, that's not how this will work. Read your contract carefully. There is nothing in there that spells out our relationship as a cuckold marriage. A cuckold is a man whose wife has sex with other men, while he stays home faithful or celebate. Sorry Dear, I couldn't stomach that. As a matter of fact, I almost hurled my lunch when you first suggested stepping out today. A hotwife is a woman who has sex with other men, while her husband knows and often participates. I have no interest in sharing you while I am there watching. What your contract described was an open marriage. We are both free to fuck around as much as we like, and there weren't many rules or guidelines attached to your agreement. So yeah, we are both unrestricted free agents."

She picked up her contract and carefully re-read it. As the realization of what she had done set in, her shoulders slumped. I knew the seeds of curiosity had already taken root in her mind. I also knew she was considering abandoning the idea, since it wasn't quite what she planned. But her curiosities had grown to the point they needed exploration. If she didn't do it this way, she was bound to cheat on me sooner or later. But now there were new seeds growing too. Now she too had something to lose. She too had to risk me finding someone else I might love. She too was risking everything.

The doorbell rang. She slid out of my study to answer it, and I followed. Denise breezed into the door.

"So did he go for it?"

Diana glanced my way. Denise followed her glance and turned to face me.

"So Denise, you are taking my wife from me every Friday night?"

Denise was on the spot. I guess she expected me to be gone, fuming and stewing about what I was going to do with Diana's proposal. She didnt say a word, she only nodded.

"It's gonna cost you."

Diana and Denise both got to be surprised this time.

"If you get her Fridays, I get you Sunday."

The ladies were dumbfounded. I took Denise's head in my hands and drew her to me to kiss. I kissed her deeply and passionately. I didn't even look at Diana. I picked Denise up, and carried her into my study where I bent her over the padded arm of my leather couch and fucked her silly. 

We were in the study for two hours straight, devouring each other. Diana was right, a bit of fresh meat was inspiring, and lit a spark in me that hadn't seen daylight since high school. My dick sprang back to life again and again. Denise was quite vocal, and in les than an hour I heard Diana's car start and she pulled out. I didn't pull out. Not once. When my wife returned, Denise was showered and dressed, and I was grilling steaks.

Neither Denise nor I could get Diana to talk over dinner. But the two of us enjoyed an endless stream of discourse. When it was time to go, I kissed Denise ever so gently, in just that special way that always made Diana melt.

"See you next Sunday," I said.

"No, I'll see you Friday when I pick Diana up for girls night."

"Maybe, but you never know, I may have a date."

She grinned, and left. I grinned, and headed to watch the Sunday night game. Diana cried as she did dishes. She reached for me in bed. I held her close. She wanted more, but I reminded her, there needed to be a 48 hour cushion to avoid sloppy seconds. She rolled over.

Monday

Diana left for work early, as usual. She was a real estate agent, and early birds got the worm. She left me coffee and breakfast, as usual. The paper was on the table, as usual. Everything was as usual, except the smile on my face. I had to hand it to my wife, a little extramarital action did leave me with a spring in my step. Still, I wished it had been her giving me that spring. I loved my wife. Denise felt good for sure. The woman could fuck like crazy, but nothing compared to making love to "the one." I may have turned the tables on Diana, but I didn't like it. I wanted a one man woman, like I had always had.

Bobbi was grinning from ear to ear when I strolled into the office. I told her the entire tale, and then I asked her to dinner. She said she knew I'd pick up on the opening she left me with the contract language, and giggled like a school girl when I told her about Denise. She liked my sloppy second rule, and the rule keeping our bed sacred. She accepted the dinner offer, but on the condition we go that night. We left work together.

Dinner was great. Desserts were fantastic. The wines were amazing. And Bobbi was hot. We went back to her place and fucked for hours. Again I rebounded like a teenager. As we lay in bed panting she told me that she didnt want this to become a regular thing, but that she had fantasizes being with me for years. 

"There were days the bulge in your pants was so tempting, I wanted you so badly. But your marriage was so important to you, I never would have done anything about it. I know you love Diana, but when she came up with this hare brained idea, I couldn't resist, if just for my one chance to have you. Teddy, tomorrow we go back to being friends and partners, but tonight, I loved being your woman. You know something, there are very few guys with a dick that size. Even if Diana finds a well endowed guy, the chances of her finding one bigger than you are slim to none. And you know how to use it too. All that and a love like you have for her? She'll be back."

"Maybe Bobbi, but if she waits too long, there may not be a me to come back to."

"Baby, if that happens, I want first dibs. I told Diana she was crazy to do this, you were too good a catch to release back into the wild. If she is out of the picture, you're mine."

We kissed, I went home. Diana was asleep, so I showered and slept in the guest room. She was however, waiting for me at breakfast.

Tuesday

"So Denise tells me you are the best fuck she ever had. I never knew size was such an issue until she told me to explore. That was the reason behind all of this. I told her sex had become boring and there were nights I just wanted you to finish and get off. I didn't feel like the work was worth the result. Today she told me I'm an idiot. Any woman who could get a guy with a cock like yours should be sucking and fucking him every chance she gets just to make sure she keeps him forever. She also told me that if I did lose you, she intended to make you #4 even if it meant losing her fortune to YOU in a divorce. Teddy, can we abandon this thing. It was really stupid. I just couldn't handle you making love to Denise, and suddenly saw what I asked of you in a different light."

At first I wanted to snatch up her offer. But I needed to make sure those curiosities were dead and gone. Besides, I was kind of on a roll. After years of making love once every week or two, I had gotten laid twice in two days. Denise was a tiny brown haired beauty, and was a sexual dynamo who moved like she could read a partner's mind. Bobbi is a tall voluptuous blonde whose pussy tastes like butter and whose tits feel like heaven. Yeah, Pandora's box was wide open, and I wanted to play in it. Pandora was hot.

"Diana, there was a reason behind all of this. You had a desire that you couldn't keep down, you had to act on it. That desire is gonna come back, and eventually you'll give in and cheat on me. I much prefer it this way, honest and above board. So go out and get your samples. Get this out of your system and see how I measure up. If you follow through this month and find that you still miss me, and want to go back to it being just the two of us, we'll do it together. But put this thing to rest first. I don't want to hear about it later if you give it up. And if we go back and I catch you cheating, I will divorce you and use that contract against you as my big hammer."

She reluctantly agreed. That night she reached for me again. But it still hadn't been over 48 hours since I had Denise screaming in the study, and the news about Bobbi floored her. She sniffed herself to sleep again, with my off limits body spooning her. Maybe Thursday night.

Wednesday.

This is golf day. I only work mornings on Wednesdays, then in good weather head off to play 9. This wasn't however, a good weather day. However when one man's rain sadly robs him of a day on the links, another's gets him into his sexy neighbor's pants. 

I saw Carla's SUV on the shoulder, and pulled over. Her tire was flat, and she was struggling with the jack. I jumped out to help her and in short order, had her ready to roll. We were both soaked, and she insisted I follow her home for a hot cup of Joe and lunch. I did.

She made shitty coffee. But what was notable was this woman's body. She took off her blazer as soon as the coffee maker was doing its thing, and my mouth must have dropped open. Her white blouse clung to her with the rain, and had soaked her through and through. I could clearly see the intricate lace pattern on a very sexy bra. I knew there was not much more to it than the light delicate lace, as also clearly visible were her exquisite breasts.

"Down boy. You're a married man."

I laughed. I laughed some more. My belly laughed. Well, I had a pretty flat belly, I keep myself in shape. But if I were fat I would have broken things. When I got control, I explained my wife's foolish plan. Carla laughed then. She too had a flat stomach, so her belly didnt jiggle, though would have if she wasn't in shape. Those tits however heaved and ho'd with every breath. She too got control. Do you know how amazing a woman feels when her skin is wet? I was kind of all over her. But it was mutual. We ripped off our soaking clothing and raced to her shower. We warmed up under the steaming water. Then we warmed up in her bed. We warmed up in the shower again. Then I got dressed to go home. Carla hadn't had sex in months, since her divorce. 

"Teddy, I hope you and Diana get on track, I mean I like you both a lot. You are sweet neighbors. But if something goes wrong, please think of me. I could really go for a guy like you. Thats both a request and an offer. This is me begging. As long as you and she are open....please come fuck me every chance you get?"

I didn't say no.

Diana was waiting for me. I was late for dinner, but it was ok. she hadnt made anything. We had a lovely conversation, and she confided that she hade made her first conquest. She was very disappointed though. 

She had shown him a house, and he made an offer. They had gotten busy on the phone, and by the end of the day, the owner had accepted a bid, and the deal was all but done. They had concluded most of the leg work in the business center at his hotel, then celebrated with drinks....her treat. He invited her to continue with champagne in his room. She told him she had enough champagne, she just wanted to fuck. I told you she liked the direct approach.




Sunday



Apparently so did he. As soon as they got in the room, they frantically stripped each other. He pushed her onto the bed and ate her pussy. He was apparently not skilled, and had no clue to her hotspots. She loved oral sex with me, and this felt so wrong to her. She tried to envision sexy things, to feel passion with him, but there was none. Finally he tired, and moved up to fuck her.

"Teddy, he was so small. He was only maybe 7" long and thin. I could barely feel him! The sex was so terrible. When I came home I was so mad at myself. I thought I finally had a stud, but I didn't come close to cumming. He was so proud he lasted so long, he began to trash talk you. 'Ever get fucked that long?' 'How do you like that cock?' 'Hubby can't touch you where I do, can he?' He even continued after he came. Finally I told him to shut up about you. I told him you were 10" long, and thick, and that he didnt have anything on you. I told him you even knew I fucked around, so he hadn't even won anything. He looked so sad, so I told him he was really cute, and I loved our time together, then wished him all the best in his move. I even suggested he bring his wife to dinner, maybe we could swap. You should have seen him stammer!"

We had a chuckle about that, the first good moment we shared. She knew I had been with Carla. My car was parked there when she passed the house, and since it was just across the street and down two doors, she saw me leave to come home.

"I want you back. Now I have to wait until Friday just to get my shot to win you. This really isn't fair."

"Husband comes home every day for years to his wife. He provides for her. He mows the lawn and acts as a garden slave. He holds her hand when her mother dies, she holds his when its his dad. They bring each other chicken soup when the are sick, and they share chores and responsibilities with their kids. He is there every day. Suddenly wife says that's boring, you keep taking care of the every every day bullshit, I'm going to fuck someone else for kicks since your are too worn out from everyday stuff to interest me. Diana, that's what's unfair."

"I want you back."

"You haven't lost me. But one schmuck isn't a real sample. Go scratch your itch. And you are mistaken. Friday will be 48 hours from Carla, but one of us is sure to get lucky Friday night, and I have a standing date Sunday with Denise. Looks like next Tuesday's your day."

"We'll see."

She was smirking. 

Thursday

I had been fucked raw three days out of the last four. I had three women tell me if my marriage didn't work out, they'd be waiting. I had a wife come to her senses, but still wasn't in a position to be believed or trusted as my one and only. I think I needed a break. I got kind of lucky though. Just as we were about to close up shop that evening, a woman walked in. Bobbi had an appointment to pick up her car from the repair shop, so I agreed to handle he prospective client. Mary, our office manager and paralegal par excellence had left hours earlier, which left me alone with a tall, dark haired, olive skinned beauty. She removed her coat to my delight. She was wearing a skin tight turtleneck sweater dress, cut just high enough to give a glimpse of the lace tops of her stockings. High heels rounded out the look so well, it only took a little while before I was caught in her deep dark eyes. 

"I came for advice in a domestic matter," she said in the sexiest, sultriest alto I had ever heard."

"My advice is to divorce him and run away with me," I deadpanned right back.

She continued to hold my eyes with hers, until I saw them begin to twinkle. Se began to giggle and soon we were both laughing. I told her I was just about to leave, but if she hadn't eaten yet, we could talk over dinner. She took me up on it.

We discussed her case. She suspected her husband of cheating, but couldn't prove it.she was terribly upset about the situation, and wanted to protect herself in case he suddenly left her. I gave her some advice about protecting her financial assets, closing joint credit lines, withdrawing half of their joint savings, putting the money in her own account, and hiding some of her family heirlooms like jewelry, art and silver where he couldn't get them. I told her how to monitor his activities by hiding a GPS in his car, activating the people finders on their iPads and phones, and even monitoring phone use. I turned her on to a detective agency, in case she wanted to bug her house, or their cars, or have him followed. I advised her to line up a friend or relative to stay with, in case things got bad, and suggested she start keeping a daily journal of the things causing her suspicion. 

"How do you feel about revenge sex?"

She reached across the table and took my hand as she said this. With her other hand she undid another button on her shirt, revealing even more of her ample cleavage. 

I grasped the offered hand in both of mine.

"I feel it is a flattering offer, and a particularly tempting prospect, given I am currently having my own marital challenges. But as of now, though you haven't officially retained me, you are my client, and being a party to your revenge sex Is a conflict of interest."

"You're fired."

I had to laugh at that. My groin reacted too, and I could feel that familiar hardening flow of blood surging into a steadily erecting cock. 

"Then I have nothing to lose. But before we go, I want you to be sure it is what you really want. Revenge sex feels good up front, but tomorrow morning it could leave you feeling guilty that you are as bad as your husband. And if you find out you are wrong about his cheating, there is no going back. You would be responsible for causing the rift in your marriage, and potentially be the offending party in a divorce action that he files. Is that what you want?"

Her heavy sigh answered my question. I studied her beautiful face as she pondered her next move.

"Can I please hire you back."

"I'd be honored."

"But if I do wind up divorcing him, and your marriage doesn't improve, we are fucking every night for a month when it's over."

"I'll consider that your retainer."

I left the pub feeling pretty good about myself. I was proud to have handled that with integrity and class. I stopped at the store on the way home to pick up a bottle of wine or two. Hey, I was going to spend a night in, I might as well imbibe a little. As I unloved my car after completing my purchase, I was surprised by a familiar voice.

"So Denise tells me you and Diana have a new arrangement, and that she never had anyone fuck her like you did."

I turned around to see Tina grinning at me. Tina was one of Denise and Diane's friends. She was as wild as Denise, but played much harder to get. She was the kind of girl who would drop her panties for anyone, as long as they spoiled her rotten first. No, not just dinner and expensive dates. Jewelry had to be involved. Or expensive shoes, furs, paintings. You could date Tina all year, but those panties didn't come off before you took her on a shopping spree or offered her a box containing pearls or diamonds set in something.

I'm sure the dress she was wearing cost at least a grand, though it was missing fabric at both the hem and necklines. Her shoes were no doubt in a similar price range, and there was no question their heels were worth each cent as they raised her ass and calves in such a sexy way. Diamond earrings, pearls around the neck, and a boob job hat was probably worth as much as my car rounded out the look. Yeah, I was getting hard again, and this time the only conflict of interest was whether she'd be more interested in the Ritz or the Hilton.

"Well Tina, I guess only she would know that for sure. I guess she also told you about my wife's brilliant idea that our marriage should be open after all these years."

"Yes, Teddy, she did. So since you are kinda free to....play. How about playing with me."

"Hun, it's your reputation."

"My reputation? Baby, I'm no more wild than Denise, and you started with her. What is so different about me?"

"We'll Tina, you told me all about your habit last summer. You string guys along until they are totally hooked on the idea of sleeping with you, then it's off to Tiffany's or Nieman Marcus for some high end shopping before they get to close the deal. I'm just not willing to leave you tribute like your dates usually do. So if you want to find out if Denise's story was accurate, you'll follow me to the Hilton now. When we get there, you will give me your pearls and your diamond earrings as my tribute, and then I will spend all night solving whatever curiosities you may have. "

She hesitated, and clutched her pearls. They were really quite beautiful, and sat enticingly on her ample, if surgically enhanced bosom.

"It's a one time offer Tina. I seem to generate a great deal of interest as an available single, and don't plan to look you up or consider you again if you reject me. Denise may end our arrangement any day, so my freedom is essentially limited, and I'm not wasting a night of it."

She lifted the pearls over her head and handed them over. They were really lovely. And the diamonds followed.

"If you are as hot as Denise says, you can keep the shoes too. And if you keep me interested through breakfast, my panties as well."

The Hilton was quite comfortable. Breakfast was delicious. I could get used to eggs benedict with a side of well fucked pussy. I checked out carrying Tina's shoes, and with her very aromatic panties in my pocket. I was quite late to work, but had no early appointments. There were a dozen messages on my phone from Diane. I texted I was ok, and would see her this weekend. Bobbi loved the story, and was quick to point out I was now 

Friday

I went home late. Diane had already left with Denise and Tina for their girls night out. Diane left a note for me. She was quite upset that I didn't come home last night, and that I wasn't there to see her off. She felt I wasn't supporting her needs at all in this project, and that we needed t have a serious talk when she came home. Since I didn't have the courtesy to call her last night, I shouldn't expect her to call tonight. She hoped I liked being in the dark about my spouse's whereabouts, but turn about was fair play, and I needed to learn my lesson.

Well, she certainly told me! Now I could look forward to a night of hanging around the house, pacing the floor, anxious about the outcome of her date. Oh sure. Years of marriage, and my one woman had kept me satisfied. Once every week, maybe, we would make love. It was perfect for me. Now 5 different women in 5 nights. All of them all over me, most of them offering to take Diane's place if this experiment resulted in a break up. Now that I knew variety was indeed the spice of life, there was no way in hell I was going to waste my Friday night pining for the only woman who had rejected me this past week.

Ironic huh, the love of my life was now the only woman who had rejected me. Sleeping with her now seemed a distant memory. If I had my way, it was about to become at least 48 hours more distant. I was going out.

I went into the city. My kids had turned me on to alternative rock music, and there was a concert featuring three great bands at Radio City. I ponied up for a great seat, and plopped my ass in the first row of the balcony, on the aisle. I was quickly surrounded by a group of hot twenty something kids. Well. Yes, they were adults, but they were my kids age, so they were kids to me.

Of course I got some ribbing about being out of place, but the chick who teased me about missing the Guy Lombardo concert by a couple of decades had such a cute smile, I couldn't risk smiling back. Of course when the first band stoked it up, and I stood up singing and dancing along (yeah I knew every word to every song all of the bands would play that night) I reached a new level of cool. Of course buying a round of brews helped. And when they passed a funny cigarette my way, I didn't turn it down. Somehow I wound up dancing the night away in the aisles with all of them, and when we left, the Guy Lombardo girl grabbed me by the arm declaring I was coming with them.

"I'm too old to party with you guys."

"I know, but we figure you're good for at least another round."

I was. And I was good for another. And one more. The guys eventually paired off with girls, but there were fewer males than females in the herd that night. By the time the 4th round arrived, there were three of us. At least the rounds were progressively cheaper.

After the first sip, Guy Lombardo girl looked at me, grabbed my face and pulled me into a deep luscious kiss. She tasted of margaritas. Her friend declared that she deserved attention, and when the first girl broke her lip lock, the second picked up where she left off. 

That set a time for the night. Their apartment was only a block away. I don't remember the walk there. I do remember clothing flying off bodies, and the bodies hey flew off were incredible. I had forgotten how soft and supple young skin could be. But there was plenty of it to bring back my memories. I was a bit concerned that old reliable might falter, after all, it had been ten inches deep in 5 different women over the last 5 nights. And now faced with two insatiable pretty young things.....but reliable it was. I was told I didn't rebound as fast as the guys they were used to, but my stamina was something they could get used to. By the next morning we were sore, sticky, stinky and smiling. A shower solved the sticky and stinky parts. Time would solve the sore. The smiles would last a long time.

As I was leaving I found Tina's gifts in my pockets. No not the panties, I left them at home on the kitchen table for Diane to find. The earrings looked great on Guy Lombardo girl, and the pearls on her friend though. Seemed appropriate. I was now a sexual Robin Hood, fucking away from the rich and giving to the young and needy. Jewelry does go along way though. They convinced me to spend Saturday strolling through museums and Central Park, and Saturday night at a blues bar in Brooklyn followed by another night of exhaustive fucking. I kissed then goodbye late Sunday morning and headed home to see....

Yeah, bet you thought I was going to say Diane, didn't you. No way. Sunday was Denise's day. I wasn't sure what I felt about Diane just then. She was more than a roommate. i certainly loved her still. we had shared a life time together, raising kids, spending great times and helping each other through bad. But when it came to "inserting tab A into slot B" as the directions read, my tab A wasn't interested in her slot B. as a matter of fact, slots C and D held very little allure either. I just didn't feel prone to considering her a sexual partner. Could it be my wife's desire to experiment and open up our relationship had put her squarely in the "friend zone?"

She was waiting in the living room when I got home. Apparently all was not sweet in CandyLand. Diane was quite upset I wasn't home all day Saturday, and had been stewing in her own anger since she got home Friday night.

"You have some serious fucking explaining to do."

"We'll hello to you too! And how was your weekend?"

"I got laid Thursday and Friday night thank you very much. And I finally found a man who knew how to handle a woman if you'd like to know. I really wanted to share my feelings with you, but you weren't home. What the fuck are you playing with!?"

"Girls."

Well that was pretty clear, and actually quite direct. Diane flew off the handle, blithering a line of shit about how this was supposed to go. I didn't really listen, but she was on a roll. There was something about the natural course of cuckoldry and how it was supposed to draw us closer together by talking our experiences through when they were over and how I was supposed to be at home wondering about her to build the anticipation of our reconnecting and our lovemaking wold be so much stronger and and and and and. Ladies take a note from me. It doesn't take many "ands" until you've entirely lost your male audience. In fact the husband handbook instructs us to begin thinking about something entirely independent of you by the second "and" while being cautious to insert a judicious "yes dear" no less than every 90 seconds to refuel your resolve, and to get your point across long enough for us to complete an entire daydream. Preferably involving someone with large bosoms, long legs, and hair cascading over both as she lies back naked beside us in bed....wait. Sorry, I guess I got distracted. See, even writing that string of "ands" is enough to put a guy in "yes dear" land. 

But during this particular oratory of ands, what brought me back to the conversation were the "You were supposed tos." Now if there is any catch phrase mentioned in the Husband Handbook that can counteract a string of "ands" it is "you were supposed to." Now there are several acceptable responses to a "you were supposed to" argument. A guy can choose to ignore it and drop back into his blissful dream world where a very young Audrey Hepburn is luring him to her lair where she will finally reveal her perfect body for his delights. Not a bad choice. Or he can choose a stronger response challenging the wife's assertion that she had a reason to expect him to follow her wish, like "Since when was I supposed to...." which casts doubt on her assertion of authority by denying any agreement which would capitulate control, Or "when did we decide to..." which reclaims his share of the decision making partnership, a prime bargaining chip recommended to women by the Idiots Guide To Controlling and "And" Ignoring Spouse. Progressively more assertive responses range from the "I never said" which is always guaranteed to start a losing argument (because she has the video tape), "There is no way I was ever going to" which may be an argument-ending shot if delivered in an aggressive tone (but also may mean an end to sex for at least a month), or you can just use that simple utterance that men have relied on since Cro Magnon days when dealing with a difficult wife: "I am so upset at your assertion that you have the right to determine what I am supposed to do, I don't care about sex, cooking or anything else you might bring to this relationship, if you don't shut up now I am feeding your entire shoe collection to my dog, Bruno." That day, i chose to use that classic two word version of the last sentiment..."Fuck You."

Diane was a bit taken aback. I don't think she gauged this encounter any better than she gauged my reaction to her decision to cuckold me. I wonder how she thought this attempt to regain an upper hand in this situation by nagging or badgering me would work any better than her declaration that she was dissolving our exclusive relationship arrangement had gone the week before. 

I watched the wheels turn in my wife's head. I watched her realize she had nothing to argue with. She had wanted to step out so badly, she had tried to wrap herself in a legal agreement for protection against losing everything in a divorce. She had lost control exactly where she sought to gain it, by failing to ration my access to sex and guarantee my status as a wimpy reluctant cuckold, pining away for her charms. Meanwhile she had discovered that the man she was tired of was full of qualities other women wanted. The last bargaining chip, his supply of access to sex which was supposed to become supremely valuable due to her rationing, was suddenly available to him every day, from a variety of sources. 

At the same time, her access to the tender loving sessions with him were no longer available to her but being sampled to great delight by friends, neighbors and strangers half her age. To make matters worse, his new lovers all managed to let her know how jealous they were that she had enjoyed a monopoly on a man like him all those years. He heard about his gentle touch, his handsome face, his strong arms, his wonderful cock, his patience in bed, his intuitive way of giving them what they needed, his endurance as a lover. They had even marveled at his virility. Imagine a man his age, every night this week he spent a vigorous night in bed with another hungry woman. The last two nights in a row spent with two girls half his age, yet here he was ready for his Sunday afternoon date with her best friend. 




Sunday



"Can we reconsider?"

"I'm listening."

"I was wrong."

"Ya think?"

"You're not going to let me get off easily are you."

"Not a chance. This is kind of a big deal."

She stopped to think. I knew she was on the right track. I knew she was ready to propose returning to where we were before she decided we had to talk. However, there was no way I was going back to exactly where we were before. Hell if this could happen once with no warning, what might happen in the future with no warning. 

"I imagine you are worried about our future. After all, you didn't expect this, and..."

There they came again. The"ands." She was on a roll too. But I have to admit, the "ands" all connected things that reflected my valid concerns last week when she brought this hair brained scheme up. So I kept he movie stars and supermodels out of my mind, and heard every word.

"....and if we can burn that contract, I'll agree to a new one that says anything you want to say if you'll take me back as your only woman like we were before."

I sat there and considered what she said. At least I made it look as if I was considering it. Of course I wanted her back as my only woman. That's all I ever wanted. I know, I should have been hurt by what she had done....I was hurt. I just wasn't hurt that bad. I mean I was helped by Denise, Bobbi, Carla, my olive skinned client, Tina, Guy Lombardo girl and her friend. Yeah a week of nightly pussy with seven different sexy women will apply a lot of balm to a broken heart. But I planned to make Diane work for this.

"Blow jobs on demand, in whatever position strikes my fancy, wherever I say unless it involves public embarrassment or danger."

She blinked. Oral sex wasn't her favorite, unless she received it. Her head bowed down and a very meek Denise voice replied "done."

"To completion if I wish, without complaint or second thought. I will cum in your mouth, on your tits, on your ass, on your belly, in your hand, and you will swallow it if I wish, every time I ask."

She never swallowed. Never. It wasn't about the taste. Since it came out of the same body opening, she equated ejaculation with urination. Cumming in her mouth or on her body was equivalent to urinating in her or on her. I never figured out how she justified allowing me to cum in her pussy with that theory in her head, but now was not the time to bring up that distinction. 

"I agree."

"Your ass is open for play time. It is available to me for whatever I wish, unless you are sick or are experiencing any kind of discomfort unrelated to sexual contact."

She was a "my ass is an exit only" kind of girl. I really wasn't interested in anal sex either, so this clause would be a big deal to her. But she was true to her word. She was going to agree to anything. Before I was done, she had agreed to wear ultra sexy costumes for Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's Day, St Patrick's, July 4th, Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and my birthday. I originally proposed Rosh Hashana and Chinese New Year as well, but pulled them off this table when she objected on the grounds that those weren't holidays we ever celebrated. We werent Jewish or Chinese after all. 

She did agree to sleep naked every Friday night no matter how cold if I provided an electric blanket in the winter, to wear a French Maid's costume to clean house every Saturday morning as long as I shared the chores with her, to serve me and my friends drinks and snacks dressed in a little black dress with CFM heels and lace top stockings on Super Bowl Sunday and the first game of the World Series, to remove one article of clothing every hour of any long car trips while I was driving, to sunbathe topless on our back deck to ensure a no tan line look, to keep her entire body smooth and hair free except her head (didn't think she'd go for that, so it was a throw away like Rosh Hashana, but she didnt object so hey, why not?). She also agreed to wear thongs unless she had a discomfort issue like a yeast invasion (yes I meant the choice of word. Her infections were an invasion of my sex life, so to me it was a yeast invasion), thigh highs instead of stockings unless the temperature was below 40* F when she could wear tights, to exercise at least 5 days a week, to take cooking classes and be naked except or an apron when she cooked just for the two of us, and to shut up and drop any argument on my word. Yeah I did lay it on thick. However the actual contract read differently. 15 minutes after agreeing to basically be my sex slave until we died, I placed this contract in her hands.

We the undersigned hereby agree:

1) to love each other completely, totally and exclusively until the day we die. 

2) that the events of the past week are hereby forgiven, but never forgotten as they stand as a warning of what we both have to lose. 

3) that in the future, if either party seeks to step out of the boundaries of our relationship as defined by our original marriage vows, and discussion with the other spouse does not find resolution, they will either a) drop all suggestion of their offending action immediately or b) leave the marriage immediately, sacrificing all claims to the wealth, property and emotional and financial benefits of their home, to follow the disputed pursuit.

My signature already graced the document.

Diane read it carefully, fully expecting it to be full of the legal traps Bobbi had planted in our existing agreement. Of course there were none. She read it again, I'm sure in the disbelief that I had not laid claim to her promises of swallowing blow jobs and anal sex every night. No traps, no sex slave. It actually only asked for what we had always had, except the third clause that required communication about anything that strayed from the norm, including involving others in our love life. It also included protection for honoring our original vows. 

"So you don't want me in thongs and thigh highs every day?"

"Well yeah, actually I do. But I want a gold mine and the fountain of youth in the back yard too."

"And anal sex?"

"What and get shit in my dick? No thanks," I laughed.

"So you'll take me back?"

"Yes, but only you. No one else belongs in our sex life."

"I'll make it up to you, Ted."

"Only by going back to being my loving lady."

"No baby, I'll be better...."

"No! There isn't anything to make up. Clause 2: you are forgiven. I'll tell you whatever you want to know about the women I was with this week. Anything you ask, I will answer, after we sign. Just don't ask what you don't want to hear, because you forgive me the same way as soon as you agree to clause 2. For the record, I don't ever want to know about your adventures. I don't even want to know who they are."

"You don't care?"

"Oh yes I care! I'd probably kill them though. So keep me out of jail and them it of the hospital, or the morgue. I don't want to know. If I know them, warn them to be afraid, and never let me know. Don't smirk, don't gossip, don't even flirt with you."

"Are you serious!? You have to be kidding me, now you are jealous!? All week I have been hoping for your faced to crack, for you to react with a little bit of jealousy. Ok, Ted, I was stupid to start this thing, it you didn't even fight for me. Now you tell me you are jealous!?"

"Diane, it's different now. Now I want to keep you. Whatever was going on in your mind is over. Now you are mine. Last week, I believed you wanted to be someone else's. I wasn't going to fight for someone who didn't want me. When I fucked Denise, I was getting a start on replacing you. I didn't want Denise, but I did want to explore every shape, size and type of woman before settling down with a new wife. I sampled 7. Two might have been candidates in your absence, but no one compares to you. Now that you want to be with me from here to eternity, I will fight any fight for you."

She signed right then. Good timing, huh?

"So Teddy, do you think you could take me up and show me just what I've been missing?"

"Depends Hun, first you have to toss your old contract in the fireplace, mine is already there. Then light it."

She went upstairs and got her copy. God bless Bobbi, she had probably saved our marriage with that beautiful, clever document. She lit the starter log, and soon that chapter of our lives was ash.

"Now, Ted. Can we go upstairs and make love."

I laughed. It wasn't a funny laugh, or the sarcastic laugh I'd used so much this week. I was actually giggling with the irony.

"No Hun, we're still in the 48 hour cool down period between...."

I didn't get to finish. Well, actually I did finish something. She ripped my clothes off and pulled me to the floor. Nature took its course, and in another brilliant stroke of timing, I finished just a couple of seconds after she did. Now every time she says "honey, I've been thinking" I quickly answer "if it isn't about going to bed with me, keep it the fuck to yourself." I know, it is not an approved response from the Husband Handbook, but it works for me.



Sunday Afternoon



On Sundays he always wore panties. If he planned on spending the afternoon alone, he'd get out and wear the rest of the clothes – pantyhose, pumps, a skirt, blouse, bra and a slip – but either way – women or men's clothes – he always wore a pair of women's panties on Sunday. It was a little strange, but it aroused him and at the same time, at least he'd tell himself, it gave him a better idea of what women felt like when they were wearing everything society told them they should wear.

This Sunday he chose a pink cotton thong. It barely contained his cock and balls, but it really wasn't made to do that, anyway. It felt nice, he thought as he pulled it on that morning, especially the strap that ran up the crack of his ass.

Laurie watched as Greg pulled on the pink thong. She knew that Greg wore women's underwear, and sometimes dressed completely in women's clothes. He'd told her one night, after a few too many drinks. She didn't normally watch him, but for some reason she was horny that Sunday, and had glanced out the window just as he was starting to dress. His curtains were open more than they should be. Fascinated, and more than a little aroused, she watched as he put on the thong, and then the rest of his clothes. He left. On Sundays, she knew, he liked to go out for breakfast.

She'd met Greg shortly after he moved into the building when she'd bought a new chair and he saw her struggling with it in the elevator. He'd helped her get it into her apartment and over the course of time they'd become friends. They'd even exchanged keys to their apartments, so that if one of them got locked out, they had an easy way to get in. Over the three years they had known each other, they'd gone out a few times, but nothing really had developed.

So, they were friends and neighbors. But Laurie had always thought Greg was pretty good looking, and he'd starred in a few of her fantasies. Greg was six foot, blonde, and kept himself in pretty good shape. She'd been ready to go to bed with him since the first time they met, but it had never happened. 

Laurie had always been naturally slim and had taken to wearing her dark brown hair fairly short recently. It was just easier to take care of that way. But she had another reason for wearing her hair short, as well.

While she thought that Greg had never gone out in public dressed as a woman, Laurie did enjoy going out in public dressed as a man. She'd even bought a "packer," a life-like non-erect rubber penis that she could wear so that it would look like she had a cock. About once a month she'd go away for a weekend, checking into a motel in another city. After she checked in she'd strap down her already small breasts (34A) with an ace bandage, change into her men's clothes, comb her hair in a more masculine style, and go out. She didn't do anything stupid like hang out in cheap bars or bad parts of town, but she would go to malls and movies and eat alone in restaurants. If anyone asked her name she'd say Larry. It fascinated her how differently people treated her when she was in her male role. It freed her in some ways. At night she'd go back to her motel, read cheap porn novels and masturbate. She figured that was what most men alone in motel rooms did. When she came, she came hard and long. 

But one night she ran into an old girlfriend from high school. And her friend had recognized her. After she got past the embarrassment, they'd ended up back in her friend's hotel room. And things happened, things that, well, that's when Laurie had her first experience with a strap-on. In both roles.

Laurie had wanted to go away that weekend, but a last minute Saturday-morning event at work had stopped her. But dressing and acting like a man was still in her mind. And Greg being in panties put an idea in her head. Today, Laurie decided, she was going to change her relationship with Greg.

The package had come earlier that week. It came in a plain wrapper. It was something she'd wanted for a while, but didn't really know what she was going to do with once she got it, unless she ran into that old friend one weekend. She'd spent too much on it, but sometimes you had to do that, she'd rationalized. After all, it wasn't that strange a thing to have. And it would be interesting to have it on her next weekend trip.

What had come in the package was a strap-on – a dildo and a harness for her to wear so that she could have the equivalent of an erect penis. She'd actually purchased a fairly elaborate one – it not only had a dildo shaped like a penis that hung in front of her, it also had a second place that held another dildo in either her vagina or anus. When she first saw it in the catalog it had intrigued her. When she finally decided to buy it Laurie had told herself that having a penis in front of her really was definitely exciting, but having something inside her at the same time might be a lot more fun.

Anyway, that Sunday morning she'd looked out of her window and seen into Greg's bedroom as he was stepping into the panties. He really needed to know that she could see so much.

Laurie cleaned her apartment up a bit and got things ready. Greg usually got back around 11 and she was watching when he came back into his apartment. Since it was gray and rainy, she'd hoped he planned to stay in and change into his women's clothes. She was in luck – as soon as he came back in he did. He put on a pink bra that kind of matched the thong he was wearing, a white blouse and a blue skirt. She was a little surprised to see him put on some navy blue pumps, but they went with the outfit. The only thing missing was a wig. She had her excuse.

Laurie watched as Greg went into the living room and switched on the TV. He sat down in front of his computer. It was now or never, she thought. Laurie went her room, put on a pair of loose khakis and a man's t-shirt, picked up a blonde wig she had bought a few years ago for a party, and walked out of her apartment. She wasn't wearing a bra, but the t-shirt was loose enough to hide her hardening nipples.

Like most Sundays, no one was around. She went down the stairs and around the corner to Greg's front door. She stood there for a second, took a deep breathe. This was where she had to get things right. If she hesitated, it would be all over and very embarrassing. But, if she was in command, it was going to be a very good afternoon.

Laurie put her key in the lock, turned it, and let herself into Greg's apartment. Quickly she walked into the living room. She saw he was looking at a picture of a woman wearing a strap-on. It was perfect. He turned around, a shocked, scared look on his face.

"It would work much better if you'd wear a wig," Laurie said to Greg, tossing it at him. "You look pretty good in those clothes, but the short hair is a giveaway."

"What are you doing here?" Greg asked. He was beet red, embarrassed, but a little annoyed, too. 

"Just like you, I like to change things around a bit sometimes," Laurie replied. "So that's what we're going to do this afternoon. Do as I say and you'll have a good time."

She was a bit surprised at herself. Normally she was far from aggressive. Normally, the game she was going to play this afternoon was about as far from her personality as she could imagine. But she was horny, had a new toy, and had wanted to fuck Greg for two years now. Today was it. Even if it was all turned around.

"Put the wig on."

"What?"

"Put the wig on. We're going out."

"No!" Greg was terrified. Wearing women's clothes around his apartment was one thing. What if someone outside saw him? And recognized him? It was bad enough that Laurie knew. 

"Nobody's around," Laurie said. "Just out of here and up to my apartment. Here, let me help."She took the wig and fitted it over his head. Except for the Adam's apple, he could pass. Even his breasts looked real.

"What are you stuffed with?" she asked him, taking him by the hand and leading him to the door. He was a little wobbly on his heels, but he'd make it.

"Umm, they're silicon. They make them for cross-dressers. I just ..." his voice trailed off. How weird was it that an otherwise normal, heterosexual man liked to wear women's clothes and had spent money on prosthetic breasts. What was Laurie thinking, anyway?

They walked out of the apartment, around the corner, and up the stairs. Nobody saw them and they got into Laurie's apartment both a little out of breath.

"Ok," Greg said, still nervous but now a bit curious, too. "What is this all about?"

"You told me you like to dress in women's clothes," Laurie said. "I like to dress as a man. I also want to fuck you. So today I'm going to make you more of a woman, and I'm going to fuck you. Do as you're told and we'll have a good time."

"Yes, ma'am," Greg said. This was not the Laurie he knew. What was next?

"Stay here for a minute. Get on your hands and knees. I'll be right back."

Greg watched as Laurie left the room. She was wearing khaki pants, a white t-shirt and sandals. He could see she wore no bra under the t-shirt. Her hips twitched a little, and he noticed how nice and tight her ass was. He got down on his hands and knees. 

Laurie came back a moment later. She pushed his head down into the carpet and flipped his skirt up over his back, exposing his muscular ass.

"Nice," she said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Gregg felt Laurie flip his skirt up over his back and then pull the band of his thong aside, and her finger, cold with something, probing at his asshole and then entering it.

"Relax!" she demanded. He tried.

Laurie slipped her finger a little deeper into Greg's anus, spreading the lubricant around. She pulled her finger out and quickly replaced it with the nozzle of the enema. Slowly, she squeezed the liquid into him.

"What the!" Greg exclaimed.

"You've got to be nice and clean for me. Keep your head down and hold this in for a little while."

She emptied the enema into him and slowly pulled the nozzle from his ass. It really was a nice ass, she thought. It will be fun to fuck it.

"Now, just let it work a little. Keep your head down and your butt up."

Greg did as he was told. He could see that Laurie was standing just in front of him. He concentrated on keeping his anus closed. He felt really full.

Laurie looked down on Greg. With the wig on, from this angle, he really did look like a big woman. She slipped one foot out of a sandal, and then the other. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought to herself.

She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and then dropped it on top of the sandals, then slipped her shorts off and added them to the pile.

"Keep your head down!" she ordered Gregg, catching him starting to look up at her.

Gregg put his head back on the floor. The enema rumbled a little inside him. He'd always thought Laurie was cute, but seeing her in her underwear turned him on a bit. She had a small, but really nice body. Now, with his head down, all he could see was the pile of her clothes. It was all he could do not to look up. A small pair of men's jockey shorts dropped in front of his face. The musky smell of an excited woman hit his nose. 

Laurie turned and started to leave the room, heading for her bedroom. She turned back and looked at her neighbor as he submissively kneeled on the floor. 

"Go to the bathroom and empty yourself. Keep your clothes on. When you're done, come back in here and stand at attention.

Greg got up, straining to hold his anus shut. He saw Laurie walking into the bedroom. She had no tan lines. His cock started to get hard.

Laurie went into her bedroom and closed the door. Her toy box was sitting on her bed, and she opened it. Her new toy was there on top, and she picked it up. Holding the harness in front of her, she stepped into it, spread some lubricant on the smaller dildo and slipped into her vagina. She adjusted the straps so everything was firmly in place. The larger dildo jutted from her crotch, black and menacing and lifelike, right down to the balls. Laurie felt her small, brown nipples harden even more and her pussy contract a little around the dildo inside her.

Greg emptied himself, then got up and washed his hands carefully, dried them, adjusted his clothes and walked back into the living room. His cock was hard, and he could feel its tip pushing out over the waistband of his thong.

He gasped when Laurie walked back into the room – and it wasn't just because of the 8 inch dildo jutting from her crotch. Naked, she wasn't just cute, she was gorgeous. She had an all-over tan and her skin looked soft and smooth. Her breasts were small and perky, capped with slightly darker small brown nipples. They were long and hard. Behind the harness he could see that her pussy was shaved naked. His penis jerked. In her hand was a tube of lubricant, and with the other hand she was smearing it all over the dildo. His ass clenched shut, knowing what was coming.

Laurie was equally pleased with the way Gregg looked. She could see his cock tenting his skirt out a little. The breasts he had chosen were in proportion to his body, so they looked fairly real. He wasn't a pretty woman, but if he shaved closely and put on some makeup he might be able to pass. Her pussy twitched a little. This was going to be fun.

"Get on you hands and knees," she demanded.

Gregg did as he was told. 

Laurie looked at her neighbor, then stepped up behind him and knelt between his legs.

"Relax, big guy," she said to Gregg. "This is going to be fun."

She flipped his skirt up over his back and, once again, pulled the strap of his thong to the side. 

"Pull yourself open," she commanded.

Gregg reached back behind himself and pulled his ass cheeks open. His face was pressed into the floor.

Laurie put a generous dollop of lube on her finger and pushed it into Gregg's ass, wiggling it around so his sphincters would relax. She knew she could get him to relax his voluntary sphincter, but the involuntary one, just inside his anus, needed a little stimulation. She pulled her finger out, put some more lube onto it and the finger next to it, and pushed them back into Gregg's ass. She felt him relaxing a little bit.

"Ok," she said. "Here I come. Relax. Tell me if it hurts too much and I'll wait."

She carefully positioned the dildo against his anus, shuffled forward a bit, and pushed with her hips, guiding the dildo into him with one hand.

"Oh god," Gregg moaned, feeling the invading dildo push his sphincter open. It burned a little, but it felt good, too.

Laurie pushed in deeper. From her experience with Claire, and, she admitted to herself, a few college boyfriends, she knew that this first bit wasn't too bad. The hard part was coming – getting over the flange around the head of the realistic dildo. It was pretty big. She pushed her hips forward a little more.

The dildo really hurt now, but Gregg was determined not to say anything. It had to feel better soon. If she'd just get it into him all the way. He pushed back a little against her.

At the same moment Laurie was pushing her hips forward again, and suddenly she found herself pressed firmly against Gregg's ass, the dildo buried in him as deeply as it would go.

"Oh fuck, yesss," he hissed. How could this feel so good? He felt full, stretched open, and really, really good.

"Do you really like it?" Laurie asked. She was a little surprised and she wondered if this was the first dildo up Gregg's ass. She even wondered a little if he'd had a cock up there. She'd dropped her dominant act and was concerned.

"Oh god, it's feels good. Fuck me, Laurie, fuck me."

"Ok, Gregg," she said. She pulled her hips back and watched as the dildo slipped back. Just before it pulled out, she reversed direction and pushed back in. The dildo in her pussy moved a little and she became aware of how the harness and the dildos were working together to stimulate her as well. 

Slowly they developed a rhythm, Laurie pushing in as Gregg pushed back, both of them pulling apart, and then reversing direction. The dildo inside her squirmed around, stimulating but not satisfying her. Laurie increased her speed.

Faster and faster she pushed into Gregg's ass, trying to find the stimulation she needed to come. She heard Gregg's moans, but they didn't matter. This thing felt good, but her clit wasn't getting enough attention. She pushed harder, burying herself in Gregg's ass, then rubbing around in circles, trying to get the smooth leather of the harness to rub against her clit. 

"Oh fuck!" Gregg yelled. "I'm going to come!"

The dildo in his ass was pushing against something (he figured out later it was his prostate) and he could feel himself getting close. His panties were rubbing a little against his cock, but Laurie hadn't touched him, and he hadn't touched himself. But if she would just keep thrusting and squirming a little more...

"Really," Laurie said. "Do you like this?" she asked, pushing hard into him and moving her hips in a circle.

"Oh gee, oh gee, oh gee...huuuh, huuuh, huuuh, huuh, huuh, huuh....COMING!" Gregg grunted. He felt the semen rush up the length of his cock and spurt out of him, soaking his skirt and dripping onto the floor.

Laurie just kept pushing. She was close, but she knew this wasn't going to make her come. Gregg was panting. Ok, she thought to herself, he's good, now it's my turn.

She pulled out of Gregg's ass with a moist noise and stood up. She saw his anus gape open and slowly start to close. Quickly she unstrapped the harness, pulled the dildo from inside her, and let the whole contraption fall to the floor.

"Roll over!" she commanded Gregg. He did as he was told.

Laurie straddled Gregg's chest and lowered herself over him, positioning herself above his face.

"Eat me," she demanded. "Make me cum." And she pushed her pussy down over Gregg's mouth and nose.

Gregg did as he was told. He stuck his tongue out and started licking her pussy, searching for her clit. Laurie was rubbing against him, smearing her musky juices all over his face.

"Lick me, slut!" Laurie demanded. "Make me come, now!"

Gregg licked harder, then pushed his tongue as far as he could into Laurie's vagina. She squirmed around. He could barely breathe.

"My clit, do my clit," she demanded. Her body was on fire. Her nipples ached and she could feel her juices flowing out of her. She didn't get this aroused often, and she new if Gregg would just suck and lick her clitoris she's have a really good orgasm. She pulled and tugged at her nipples, feeling the stimulation rush through her tiny breasts and down to her crotch.

Gregg reached up and grabbed Laurie's butt, holding her still so he could find her clit. Finally he found it – he could feel the hard little nub. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it.

"That's it, that's it," Laurie moaned. "Just like that."

As Gregg flicked and licked and sucked at her clit, Laurie kept tugging on her nipples, pulling and stretching them and her small breasts out from her body, and then letting them snap back into place.

"Hoo, hooo, hooo," Laurie started breathing hard. She was close now. She reached down and grabbed Gregg's hands and pressed them over her breasts. He started massaging them, still licking and sucking her clit. 

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo." Her breath came faster and faster. She was really close. Her groin felt heavy and congested and her muscles were tightening.

Gregg sucked Laurie's clit as hard as he could into his mouth, held it taught with his lips, and flicked his tongue, hard, back and forth across it.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, HOO, HOO, HOOO! HOOO! HOOO!" Her groin couldn't get any fuller, her muscles any tighter. She was there, she was there, it was coming. "HOOO! HOO! HOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Laurie was almost screaming as she came, pushing herself hard down against Gregg's face. Her body shook and trembled. She felt her juices gush out of her with each contraction of her orgasm, flooding down over Gregg. It went on and on, seemingly forever.




Sunday Afternoon



You knock on the door already damp from thinking about it all day. Your sundress flowing with the breeze, the warmth across your pussy. Is it the air or your heat you feel. She opens the door and invites you in, the cool contrast causing your nipples to harden, or were they already? She offers you a drink but you step over in front of me as I sit on the couch. You lean in and leave your scent on my check as your kiss lingers. I lean up and run my fingertips up the back of your calves across the back of your thighs. I can feel the goose bumps as they raise on your legs. I slide your dress up to discover you have not worn any panties. I lean in and take in your aroma, already starting to get heavier in anticipation. You feel my breath on your skin and run your fingers through my hair. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see her sitting on the couch watching us, her fingers slipping up and down her bare legs. I pull you closer and you take the hint and step up on the couch straddling me. I ease my hands up to your ass and direct you to my lips. My tongue slips out as I get my first taste of you. I flick it across your clit and you push further into me. Your lips part as I push my tongue further, deeper. Up and down you I lick, each time across your clit. After a few strokes I pull your hardening clit between my lips and suck on it my tongue teasing and playing with you. Your hands push harder as I suck harder, pulling your clit free and exposing the most sensitive parts to my probing tongue. 

As I continue to focus on your clit, my tongue slipping back and inside you occasionally, you feel her hair on the back of your legs. You look back to see her pull my hardening cock out and take it in her mouth. She helps me out of my shorts as I reach up to squeeze your breasts. I take each nipple and twirl it between my finger and thumb. You push your pussy up and down my face trying to force me to push you over that edge. I pull hard on your clit, pulling it between my teeth letting it just scrape as I let it slide out, then back in. I suck it hard and deep as I can and trap it there with my teeth just holding it while my tongue searches every millimeter of it, tasting and teasing as you try to press it deeper in my mouth. You are now so wet you are leaking onto my chin and the taste and smell just serve for me to extend my attack on your little hard button. I let you go only long enough to tell you that I want you to cum on my face. Back into your slick, wet pussy my face goes, teasing you more, probing, sucking until you can't stand to be touched. 

As I release your clit you start to slide down, her taking the hint and moving everything but her hand as she holds me in place, slowly stroking my cock. My hands slide up your body as you slip down mine until I slide your dress the rest of the way off your body. My lips reach out and trap one of your nipples, licking it and trapping it with my teeth just like I did your clit. I hold you there, your hands on my shoulders, mine on your hips as I take one then the other hard nipple. You are just far enough down that you feel her rubbing just the head of my cock against the lips of your pussy. Wet from her mouth, stroking you, her hand guiding it. Slowly I let you slide down more her pointing that hard dick at your waiting, wanting pussy. I look up into your eyes as you ease down millimeter at a time until at last I feel the full weight of you and you feel yourself resting firmly in my lap, your wetness leaking onto my thigh. 

My hands grip your thighs as I move your body back and forth on my cock, you slightly pulling up each time I push you back feeling the base of my cock run across the front of your pussy and your clit. You feel her hands on the back of your neck as she moves your hair and leans to whisper in your ear, "Fuck my husband's hard dick till you cum."

She retreats to the side of us to sit and watch me sliding in and out of you. You see her watching where we are joined and rubbing her pussy as she can hear how wet you are as our body move apart and then together. My hands move up to grasp your tits and play with your nipples as you start to bounce in my lap. Your pussy slapping the base of my cock as you ride. Her fingers dance on her clit as she watches and listens to us til she slides over and kisses me. 

She reaches around and strokes her fingers across my tightening balls and then up your back to push your breast closer to my mouth. I take the hint and suck one nipple in and run the flat of my tongue across it, your hands holding the back of my head there then moving me to the other one, back and forth between them. Your pussy so hot and wet as I feel the cool air each time you pull off only to feel that heat envelope me again. She runs her nails up the inside of my thigh across my balls then back down the other. 

She leans in beside you and ask you, "Does it feel good to have that hard cock in you?" All you can do is moan in reply. I move my hands back to your hips and start raising you up and dropping you on my cock, hearing how wet we have become. I can smell the sex in the air and it just fuels my fire. Harder you bounce, me lifting and you pushing off my shoulders as you look down in my eyes to see the lust and the desire to drive you over the edge, to have you cum on my cock as told to do. You hear her moan as she has retreated to watch more, and see that our play has made her leak her wetness out between her lips only to rub it on her clit.

"Yes," she says "fuck him." 

Then looks at me "Fuck her, make her cum." 

I grab your hips tight and pull you down hard, stopping at full impalement. You start to move your hips but I hold tight. You want to keep going but I won't let you. 

I look into your eyes and tell you "Not yet, I want to get deeper."

I lift you up and take you around to the side of the couch my hands on your ass directing your movements. I slide my hand from your ass up to your neck and direct you over the back of the couch. I feel her up against me rubbing her nipples on my back as she reaches around to guide me back inside you. As her fingers slip away I drive in full and hard. You look back over your shoulder as I grip your hips and pull you back to meet my thrust. 

"I can go like this for hours, can you take it that long?" At least that is what I believe, until that is, I feel her fingernails down across my back, my ass, then cupping my balls, all pulled up tight. My cock buried in you, her tits against my back, hand on my balls, you looking at me asking for more...



Sunday Afternoon



I'd woken up feeling sick and with a hard on. Last night I'd found out that my Dad was having an affair with my mate's mum, and then I'd fucked her. The whole thing disgusted me but I couldn't get the picture of her covered in my muck, her fat tits on show and her cunt flaps pouting for the world to see out of my head. I had a quick wank and then got up.

Dad was in the kitchen doing a fry up and Mum was hanging some washing out in the garden. 

"Morning son, did you have a good time at Mark's party?"

"Yeah it was OK, got back about 2, nothing very wild."

"Good, you've got an appetite for breakfast then?"

"Oh yeah, I worked up one of those! I was in the lounge when you're mobile was beeping away. You got plenty of messages."

"Did I?" he seemed a bit worried, "I didn't see any this morning."

"No, I read them and deleted them, they were quite interesting though."

"You've got no business going through my phone son."

Then it came out, I couldn't help it, "And you've got no business fucking Mark's mum."

I could see him thinking about what to say next but Mum came in through the door so there was no chance for him to say anything. I certainly wasn't going to say anything to her so we left it and had a nice family breakfast. Those big juicy tits of Mrs Lewis kept coming into my head though and I knew that as much as it pissed me off what she was doing with my Dad, if she came here now, I'd take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her.

Dad and I watched a bit of cricket on the TV. Mum kept coming in and out of the room so it wasn't the best way to have a conversation but he managed to explain that Lorna, Mark's mum, had been going through a rough patch after her husband had died. He'd comforted her and one thing had led to another. It was a shit excuse really but I knew what those tits felt like and how tight her cunt was and what a dirty cow she was when she was getting fucked and I couldn't help but understand how it had happened. I also explained what I'd done the previous night and the state I'd left her in. He didn't say it but I could see he was thinking, "Good lad."

We stopped watching cricket to sit down to lunch. It was something I really missed being at college, good food and finding out what the family had been up to. Then it happened. My mobile beeped and so did Dad's. We both reached for our phones and Mum said how rude people were these days reading texts at the dinner table. She had no idea how rude it was. I didn't recognise the number because it wasn't stored in my phone but when I opened it I knew exactly who it was from. I'd know that foaming gash anywhere. Lorna must have got my number from Mark. 

From the look on his face, Dad must have been looking at the same photo. She was on her back with her legs wide open, holding her twat flaps apart with her forefinger and middle finger like a fucking porn star. She must have had a cushion or something in the small of her back because her arse was raised up enough that you could see her arsehole. I got a boner straight away. I stared at the photo for a while before reading the text message that accompanied it, "I want you both at the same time."

"What a fucking slag," I thought. 

I looked over at Dad, I couldn't read his reaction but I realised that I still had a lob on in my pants.

"You want to share the rest of the spuds, son?"

"Er, I'm not sure if I'm hungry enough."

"Well they taste good." He winked at my Mum. 

What a bastard, her thinking how charming he was for complimenting her cooking while he was really just seeing if I wanted to share his slag.

I was unsure, I'd seen plenty of threesomes in porno but I wasn't sure if I could do it with another cock there, never mind my Dad's. 

Our phones went again simultaneously, "You can take turns in my shithole." 

That was all it took. 

"You fancy going out for a couple of pints Dad?"

"Sure, let's go."

We finished lunch at top speed and headed for the front door. I was doing my best to cover the hard on in my jeans and I noticed that I wasn't the only one.

We got in Dad's car, "you sure you want to do this?" he asked. 

My heart was beating like I'd just beat the world record at 100 metres, "Yeah, let's do it." He got his phone and dialled her number. 

"Lorna?... We're on our way now you dirty little bitch... I hear you got a bit of a seeing to last night."

I whispered to put her on speakerphone.

"I got my fanny fucked and a filthy facial, he's as dirty as you."

Me and Dad grinned at each other. "Tell me what you're doing now," he demanded.

We listened as we pulled out of the drive. Mum was waving us off, I had no scruples.

"I'm in the same position as the photo I sent you but I've got two fingers up my cunt and my thumb on my clit."

"You fucking slag, stick one up your arsehole, get it ready for us."

"Jesus," I thought. I was listening to my Dad have phone sex with some slut, sat it the front of the car on a fairly busy road and all I wanted to do was get my cock out and have a wank. The thought of her laying there fingering her arsehole was making my cock fucking ache. Fortunately we weren't too far away. 

"I take it you've got an empty house for a couple of hours," Dad said.

"For 5 hours, can you both manage that long?"

Dad laughed, "You cheeky fucking bitch, you'll be ruined well before 5 hours... We're nearly there, get your slaggy gear on."

We parked a good way down the road so that no-one would recognise the car outside her house. We virtually ran to her front door; partly so fewer people would see us and partly because we both had rock hard cocks and needed to get fucking. When we got to the front door it was slightly open.

Dad led the way up the stairs. We'd both been in this house before but for different reasons. We got to her bedroom, I could hear her working her slit before we even walked in.

She was on the bed. I gazed at her from head to toe. She seemed a lot more classy and a lot less desperate than the last time I had seen her. Her shoulder length brown hair looked conservative but the basque she was wearing was anything but. She was in fucking good shape anyway but this thing held her stomach in and pushed her tits right up and out. A thong barely covered her pussy, her lips pouting either side of the material. The slut look was set off perfectly by thigh boots, shiny black thigh boots.

"I want you to strip for me," she said. 

I'm not shy about my body but stripping with my Dad in the room seemed a bit weird. I remembered she had said were pretty similar in the body hair and dick department so I concentrated on her and started undoing my shirt. I could see from the corner of my eye that Dad was doing the same. She looked wanton as she watched us strip and at the same time peeled the tiny thong off herself. Her hand went between her legs and she gave herself a rub. 

"Spread it," Dad ordered. 

I had a feeling this going to be a bit of a rough session as she put both hands between her legs and held her cunt wide open for us to inspect, it was a lot wetter than it had been when she'd taken the photo earlier.

"Keep stripping," she said. 

We were both down to our pants and I was just wondering why Dad was wearing expensive Emporio Armani briefs on a Sunday afternoon when Lorna got on all fours facing away from us. I hadn't noticed before but there was something in her arsehole. She turned her head round to look at us both as she squeezed the butt plug out and in. She did it a few times, really slowly before squeezing the whole thing out with a plop onto the bed. Getting back into her original position, she reached for the plug, licked it and told us to get our dicks out before putting the whole slimy thing in her gob. There was no hesitation, the dicks came out.

We moved over to the bed. Lorna didn't move, arse in the air ready to receive us. I was happy to get my hands on her arse again and Dad looked as though he knew the terrain well; I wondered how many times he'd fucked her. I squeezed her arse with one hand and my other moved to the slit of her hairless pussy. Dad's did the same so we effectively opened her up, working as a team so we could see right up her pink hole. I slid a finger into her cunthole, she was fucking soaking. I pulled out and moved it to her bumhole, she was still gaping form the buttplug so I slipped it in easily up to the knuckle. 

I asked Dad, "have you tapped this before?" 

He shook his head, "she's only let me finger it before, you?" 

"No," I replied, "didn't even get a blow job." 

He laughed and said we'd have to change that.

I kept working on her arsehole as Dad fingered her twat and rubbed on her clit. She was going wild and could barely talk she was so short of breath. 

"Finger my arse together?" 

Dad laughed at her, "You want us both to finger your fucking shithole you dirty fucking cunt." 

Until today I'd never even heard him say 'fuck' I was shocked at the filth he was shouting but it didn't do anything to dampen my boner; it just made me feel even more like an animal. We did as she asked and each placed the tip of a middle finger on her anus. We pushed in together; her ring piece offering a lot more resistance to the double fingering. Me and Dad had always got along OK before but we never really had a great bond; finding myself with him knuckle deep up some bird's shitpipe changed that.

"I think she's ready for a bit now," he said. 

He slapped her cunt hard with the palm of his hand; the amount of juice that came off confirmed that he was right. I lay on the bed under her body and lined my dick up with her mouth. I got a tit in each hand and gave them a working, rubbing her nipples on my bollocks while she sucked on my cock. She must have sucked quite a few dicks in her time and it felt fucking great. One minute she was licking my bell end and spitting on it, the next she'd swallow my shaft right down. Meanwhile Dad was giving her cunt a pounding; from behind he must have looked like a dog humping a bitch, I don't know how he kept his balance but he even managed to get a hand round to rub her clit.

"Fuck her face lad, put some effort into it," he laughed, "I'm going to pot the brown."

I pulled Lorna's head up so I could see her face as Dad shoved his dick up her arsehole. I held her round the back of her neck, my thumbs on her chin; her soft heavy tits were resting on my cock. I could tell when her shithole been breached because her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened. I was mesmerised by the slutty look of satisfaction mixed with pain her face. The buggering that Dad was giving her was getting more and more intense, I'd never even fucked a cunt as hard as he was plowing her arse. Tears were rolling down her face but she didn't want it to stop. I moved by head towards her and snogged her deep. The bed was shaking like fuck, I could feel the vibrations in my bollocks and on my bell end with each thrust Dad gave her tight hole.

Still holding Lorna by the back of her neck, I pushed her towards my cock. She resumed the blow job but I was hornier than that. I followed Dad's advice and held the back of her head with both hands. Holding her tight so her head wouldn't move, I thrust my hips, banging my dick right down her throat. The relentless pounding she was taking in her arsehole and the filthy gagging sounds coming from her throat was too much for me and I unloaded right inside her gob. I didn't know if her neighbours were in but I've never made so much noise when I've cum before and I didn't fucking give a shit. I kept her head in position for a couple of minutes, she could have drowned the amount of spunk I shot. 

"Nice one son but this position is killing my fucking thighs, can we move round a bit." 

I laughed and went off to have a piss.

When I got back I didn't even consider putting my pants back on, I just sat bollock naked in a chair opposite the bed and enjoyed the show. Dad was on his back and Lorna was riding him, his dick was still up her arse and he was milking her tits hard. I got hold of my cock and starting wanking myself back to hardness. 

"Open her cunt up Dad, I wanna see right up her." 

His hands went down and split her twat wide open, my cock stiffened straight away. He banged away at her arse for a few minutes while I watched and wanked. 

"You'd better have your turn Chris before I lose my fucking load in here." 

He slid himself up the bed a bit and Lorna turned over on all fours and presented me with her sloppy arsehole.

I never thought the sight of my Dad getting a blow job would be one for the wankbank but it looked fucking amazing. If I thought I'd been rough it was nothing. He pinched her nose so she couldn't breathe, slapped his dick hard on her face and even rubbed his arsehole across her face. I looked down, her brown fuckhole was already gaping and fucking ruined, but I was going to have a go on it anyway. I slapped by bell end between her cunt and arse a couple of times and then rammed my dick up her twat. Giving it a few strokes, I got my dick nicely covered in pussy slime. Then I went for it. Holding an arse cheek in each hand, I nudged my prick up her browneye. The noise was fucking obscene and that, along with the sight of her noshing my Dad deep, encouraged me to give it to her hard. My hands slipped to her hips and I grabbed her hard, pulling her on to my cock. 

I couldn't hold it in much longer and I could feel my bollocks tighten for the second time. 

Dad must have sensed me slowing, "double facial Chris." 

We switched positions, me and Dad either side of her, wanking in her face, taking turns to slap our helmets on her tongue. I turned my head and caught sight of the whole scene in the mirror, the view was straight up her thighs, two soggy fuckholes, above that she was mauling her own tits hard. I could feel myself cumming, moved back slightly and fired a massive load all over her face. The last bit of my spunk hit her face as Dad started to unload his muck. She was covered, it was dripping off her face, on to her tits, all over her bed; she looked ruined.

"We've still got time for a pint," Dad said. 

We pulled our clothes on and headed for the door. Just before we left, I pulled my phone out and took a photo of her spunky face. Dad did the same and then put his phone between her legs, "Smile."



Sunday Afternoon



Slowly she collapsed, falling over on her side. She felt Gregg's arm move around her, and she snuggled against him.

Thirty minutes later they woke up, disentangling themselves from each other. Gregg's blouse was stained with Laurie's juices and his skirt with his semen.

Gregg helped Laurie stand up.

"You have too many clothes on," the naked woman said.

She helped Gregg undress, and when he was a naked as she, led him into her bedroom. They made love for the rest of the afternoon. Three weeks later they went away for the weekend. They took their outfits, and Laurie's toy box. 



Sunday Afternoon



It was Sunday afternoon at the library. Ellen, the library's director, paused to watch her young page struggle with rearranging the furniture in the new teen area. Getting things set up was hard work and it was a good thing they had come in when the library was closed. They needed the extra time and the activity would have disturbed the patrons during normal hours.

Zoe's 18 year old face was flushed with exertion. Her long, blonde, hair, carefully tied back earlier in the day, was coming loose. She was wearing jeans and a baggy flannel shirt. Ellen smiled to herself. She felt like a dirty old woman, but she was enjoying the way the jeans stretched tightly across Zoe's tight little butt when she bent over. 

Something was going on with Zoe, though. She seemed preoccupied. Her normal youthful energy and enthusiasm seemed tempered somehow and her lovely eyes lacked their normal sparkle. 

"Time for a break! You've been working hard, sweetie." Ellen smiled. 

Zoe sighed and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her flannel shirt, revealing a sleeveless top underneath. "I'm dying!" She pulled the shirt off and flung it on a nearby chair, then plopped down on the couch. "I think we're doing pretty good."

"I think so, too." Ellen smiled and handed Zoe one of the cold drinks she had just pulled out of the cooler. "You deserve a rest! Mind if I join you?" The teen smiled and scooted over to one side. Ellen sat down close to her. The fragrance of Zoe's body splash mingled with the scent of warm skin and a little perspiration greeted her nostrils.

They were silent as they savored the cold drinks and caught their breath. Ellen spoke first. "Are you OK, Zoe? You seem quiet today like something's on your mind."

Zoe tensed and shifted her position. "I'm OK...." she said rather unconvincingly. 

Ellen allowed a long silence to follow. Then she spoke softly. "I'm not going to cross examine you, Zoe, but I'd be glad to listen if you want to talk."

Zoe made no immediate reply. Then she sucked in her breath, closed her eyes and laid her head back on the sofa. "Just guys. Sometimes I don't get them. Girls seem easier to get along with. Am I just weird or something?"

Ellen's eyes rested momentarily on Zoe's supple young breasts clearly outlined by the tightly stretched sleeveless top. She touched her shoulder lightly. "You're not weird, sweetie. It really doesn't change even when you get older."

Ellen began to gently rub the teen's shoulder. "You are really tense."

Zoe sighed. "I know. That feels good."

"Turn around a little so I can get both of your shoulders." Zoe changed her position so her back was to Ellen. Ellen continued to massage her neck and shoulders, enjoying the soft warmth of her skin. "So tell me about this guy."

Zoe finished her story. "Can you believe that? See what I mean, a girl would never do that."

Ellen paused before she replied. "You know, Zoe, you're very smart and very pretty. You deserve better. I wouldn't worry too much about him. A lot of people are like that. There's a lot of guys, and, for that matter, girls, who'd love to go out with you."

It took a moment for Ellen's statement to sink in. Zoe took a deep breath. "What do you mean, girls?

"Like you said, girls and guys and different. There's good things about going out with both." Ellen continued to massage the girl's shoulders, feeling her tense a little. "The differences are nice, actually."

Zoe was unable to control her youthful bluntness. Her eyes were wide. "Have you ever done that? I mean do you go out with guys AND GIRLS?"

Ellen smiled and spoke carefully. "Yes I have."

Her eyes rested on the young, flushed face. It was evident Zoe was dying to find out more, but having great difficulty getting the questions she wanted to ask out of her mouth. "What do you mean...uh.....I guess....I don't understand about nice and different.....oh.....I don't know what I'm saying!"

"Nice in a different way. " Ellen responded as though the teen had phrased a coherent question. She knew what Zoe wanted to know. "Girls are softer. They do things a little differently.....They smell different. They don't kiss in quite like guys do. You know most girls, wonder about it at some time or another. I really wouldn't mind talking about it some more if you like."

Zoe was hanging intently on every word. Ellen watched her young eyes. She sensed they were at a crossroads. Would Zoe open up and share her thoughts or would she get scared and pull back? It was an emotional mine field. Ellen very much wanted to earn Zoe's respect and friendship. She wished there had been an older woman to talk to her when she was that age. Ellen sensed the need to remain silent and not push Zoe into a reply.

Zoe relieved her tension by sighing then mumbling something about her hair driving her nuts. She reached behind her and released her long blonde hair. shaking her head to let it fall into place and brush her shoulders. "I like it when you rub my shoulders, They really are kind of stiff." she said softly. Ellen resumed rubbing her shoulders and they were both silent for awhile. "How can kissing be that different?" "Well, girls are usually more into kissing than guys. Their lips are softer and their skin smells different... And I think they are more gentle, too." Zoe was deep in thought. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I'd really never thought about it quite in that way." She let out her breath, the movement of air causing a couple of strands of her blonde hair to lift gently from her forehead and then fall back into place. "It's really hard for me to imagine it exactly....just talking about it, you know. " She closed her eyes. "I'm really curious about how it feels. Do you think that's a little weird."

"Of course not, sweetie. Perfectly normal. There's nothing wrong with thinking about anything you want to think about. Besides, if it's something you really want to try sometime, you'll know......and I'm sure you'll get the chance."

Zoe turned suddenly as if trying to say something quickly before she changed her mind. " Would you show me....I mean about the kissing? You're really nice and I think it would be better to do it with someone I trusted. I mean doesn't that make sense?" She looked so vulnerable. Her face was flushed and her eyes dropped to the floor.

Ellen's heart beat faster. She took a deep breath to make sure she was still thinking clearly. "Sure, I'd be glad to, Zoe...but I want you to be sure you're OK about it...you know, comfortable with it.....and if it bothers you at any point that you tell me." She studied Zoe's face for a reaction. Her young lips were dry. She moistened them then pressed them together. She then looked up and smiled.

Her eyes met Ellen's. "You said I'd know a little while ago. I think I do know... I guess I'm ready if you don't think I'm being stupid or something." There was a sparkle in her eyes. Her young face looked lovely. She still seemed very open and vulnerable. Ellen brushed her soft, blonde hair back from her face and bent toward her. It made her smile when Zoe closed her eyes tightly and raised her face, pursing her lips slightly.

"Just relax, " said Ellen in a whisper. She was close enough to Zoe now to smell her skin......the fragrance of her body splash mingled with the warm, slight perspiration scent from the afternoon's hard work. Ellen placed her hand on Zoe's soft cheek and caressed her ear gently. Then she leaned forward and brushed her lips across Zoe's, just barely grazing them. Zoe's face moved toward hers. "Still OK?"

Zoe nodded emphatically then moved her lips toward Ellen's voice, her eyes still closed tightly. She was so close now, Ellen could feel her warm, soft breath. This time she kissed Zoe's lips then gently pressed her lips against Zoe's, holding them there. The teen parted her sweet, young lips slightly...inviting another kiss.

Ellen tentatively flicked her tongue across Zoe's waiting lips. They parted even further this time. The young girl was breathing harder and Ellen let her tongue slide between them, seeking out the teen's tongue. A sweet little whimper escaped Zoe's lips. Ellen broke the kiss. "Are you doing OK, sweetie?" Zoe whimpered again. She slid her hand behind Ellen's head and pressed it forward, forcing their lips together.

Ellen was satisfied now that Zoe was ready, willing and comfortable. More assertively, this time, she parted the teen's lips with her tongue and eagerly sought out her tongue. Ellen was breathing harder now and she could feel her heart pounding. Zoe was an eager pupil. She began making love to the young girl's mouth...probing....tasting....exploring......just like Ellen imagined doing to her little sex.

Ellen pulled her close now...feeling the young, firm breasts pushed against her full, womanly ones. She loved holding the teen close to her. Ellen continued kissing Zoe for awhile until she paused for a breath, her lips red and swollen. "Oh it is different....and very nice." gasped Zoe between breaths. "Can we do it some more?"

"Sure. Remember how I told you a woman feels different?" She took Zoe's hand. It felt small, soft and warm. Without a word, Ellen unbuttoned about half the small buttons trailing down her top. It was evident she wasn't wearing a bra. "Let me show you." She slid the teen's fingers inside the gaping top. 

At first Zoe left her hand where Ellen placed it. Then she tentatively began to move her little fingers. She slid her hand down Ellen's full, womanly breast then bravely cupped it. Zoe's touch sent shivers up Ellen's spine. "I like the way it feels, she whispered breathlessly. It's so soft and warm." She squeezed it gently. Her finger strayed over Ellen's big, hard nipple. Zoe giggled. "Wow, it's really big. I think it likes me touching it." "I think it does, too!" Ellen grinned. Zoe took to her task with youthful enthusiasm....squeezing....caressing....pinching the big nipple and rolling it between her slim fingers. Ellen was aching with desire and unable to sit still. "Maybe it would help if I got rid of this silly top."

Zoe eagerly reached her free hand out to help. "I'd like to see them better. I can't really see what they look like very well." Her arousal was making her less shy. With Zoe's help, Ellen slid the top over her head. The teen stared wide-eyed at Ellen's big breasts. She couldn't resist resuming her grabbing, squeezing and caressing. 

Ellen was light headed. Her heart was pounding and her breathing ragged. Zoe's touch was driving her crazy. She was hot and wet and frustrated. "You know, Zoe, it would only be fair if you let me see you too. You're so pretty. Would that be OK?"

Zoe drew back her body but she continued to explore Ellen's breasts. "I guess that's OK..." She sounded a little doubtful. "I don't know why you'd want to see them though. They're so small compared to yours...sort of embarrassing....."

Ellen smiled. "I'll bet the senior class wouldn't agree with that assessment at all." She placed her hands on Zoe's waist and started gently pulling the tail of her top out of the tight jeans. Then her fingers slid up underneath feeling the smooth warmth of Zoe's skin...her side...the flat tummy. Slowly but deliberately, Ellen pulled the knit top up until it came to rest under Zoe's arms. She couldn't wait to get it off yet she didn't want to frighten the teen. Ellen felt the excitement well up in her as Zoe automatically lifted her arms. The top slid over Zoe's head and outstretched arms. Her blonde hair was mussed, her face flushed, and her expression was a bit sheepish.

Ellen made no effort to avert her gaze. She let her eyes travel over the flat, adolescent tummy and up the creamy, pale white skin. Zoe was wearing a lacy little stretch bra that nicely cupped her firm, navel orange size breasts. The bra seemed rather precariously fastened in the front. She could see Zoe's breasts moving gently up and down with her breathing. The hard little nipples were pressed against the flimsy material. 

Ellen bent forward now. She was so close she could inhale the scent of Zoe's skin. Her fingers trembled as she brushed the fastener lightly then let them rest there for a moment. "Oh sweetie......you're so pretty...are you sure you feel OK about this?" Zoe whimpered and shook her head vigorously. In an instant, the fastener was released and the firm, young breasts tumbled out. For a few moments, Ellen could only stare at the lovely porcelain skin. It was so pale and fair it was almost translucent. She could see some of the veins under the surface. Zoe's nipples were small but quite stiff. Ellen yearned to coax them a bit.

Zoe mistook Ellen's pause of admiration for disapproval. "I know they are kinda small compared to yours. Do you think they're OK?"

"Oh, Zoe, they are so lovely." A little moan escaped Ellen's lips. She cupped one of the teen's breasts, feeling its supple weight. Then she rolled the little hard nipple between her fingers and pinched it a bit. "Mmmmm, Zoe....." Ellen bent forward now and pressed her face between the firm, young breasts, hungrily exploring the soft skin with her tongue and letting her full, womanly breasts rest on the girl. She just had to suckle one of those sweet little tits. 

Ellen teased and sucked the little nipple to hardness again. Zoe's skin tasted sweet and just slightly salty. Ellen felt she had died and gone to heaven. She just couldn't get enough of those tits! Zoe whimpered and her face glowed with pleasure.

The heat of Ellen's desire boiled over. Her fingers slid down Zoe's flat, teen tummy and found the fastener on her jeans. Zoe liked tight jeans and it was a bit of a challenge to release that top button. At last it came free and the zipper surrendered easily. Ellen could see the white, cotton panties and a few stray, blonde curls peeking out from the waistband. Without prompting, Zoe lifted her tight little ass enough to help Ellen slide down her jeans to just below her knees.

Zoe's thighs were pale and creamy smooth. Her muscles were well defined. Ellen could see the white thong clinging to her little sex. She was obviously wet and the material outlined her mound and lips. Zoe was barefoot and wriggling her toes with pleasure. Ellen's fingers explored the silken skin and slid the jeans down those young, muscular legs. Her calves were firm and her toes painted and lovely. Ellen couldn't resist pausing to suck those sweet, wiggly little toes for a few moments. Then she showered Zoe's satin skin with kisses, making a trail up her calves again and pausing at mid-thigh. 

Ellen inhaled, savoring the scent of the soap on Zoe's skin, mingling with the fragrance of her hot, little sex. She couldn't help showering Zoe's flat tummy with soft kisses again and teasing her navel with the tip of her tongue. The teen was squirming with pleasure and occasionally emitting a delightful little squeal of delight. The stray blond curls looked incredibly enticing.

Her fingers trembled, as Ellen slid down the panties, revealing a triangle of soft, wet, blonde curls. Zoe's pink lips were visible through the curls, swollen and slick with her nectar. Ellen wanted to grab those supple young ass cheeks and pull that sweet pussy to her lips. Zoe's face was flushed.

Ellen bent forward and kissed Zoe's flat, youthful tummy working her way down the pale little trail of blonde hair. Her fragrance was intoxicating and Ellen let her tongue brush those succulent lips. She wanted to take this girl and she wanted to do it now.

Ellen's eager tongue probed Zoe's wetness, pushing the tender lips apart and seeking out the teenager's aching clit. She loved sucking licking the young pussy....probing....tasting.....fucking the girl with her tongue. Zoe had never felt anything like that and was soon coming with a lot of squirming and noise. Such delicious little squeals of delight!

Now Ellen wanted Zoe's tight little ass. She ran her finger gently down the crack letting her finger rest on her little pink pucker. Zoe didn't object or tense up and Ellen pressed her finger gently against the tight opening. It was difficult at first and required gentleness and patience as she stretched the young girl's pucker. One finger.....then two.....and such nice moves!

Ellen slid her fingers in and out of Zoe's ass while she tongued the teenager's clit. Zoe was hers now and she knew the teen was about to explode with pleasure. Her sweet body trembled with each touch. She could feel Zoe's little sphincter squeeze her fingers tightly as her body begain to ripple with her orgasm. He dainty toes were curled and her body started shaking. The air was filled with her delightful little moans and squeals and other animal-like sounds. She tried to lift her ass off the couch, but Ellen would not let go. Zoe was practically screaming now as another surge passed through her body.

Then it was over. Ellen wrapped her arms around the trembling teen and held her tightly. Zoe rested her head on Ellen's chest and smiled. She closed her eyes and snuggled against Ellen's breasts.



Sunday Afternoon



I was sitting on the couch backwards, leaning over the back and digging around on the desk. The cool autumn breeze came in through the screen door, delicate afternoon sunlight playing through the swaying vertical blinds.

"It's not here," I said. "I can't find the cable." I rested back on my heels and looked at her. She was distracted, running her hand over my thigh, which was stretched taut and bulged because of how I sat.

"Mmm," she said. "I like this muscle." I smiled. I know her moods well, and I could tell she was becoming aroused. I flexed my leg slightly.

"Is it turning you on?" I asked, half joking. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side in that cute, pretend shy way she has. Her lip curled in a sexy smile.

"Maybe," she said, indicating a small amount with her thumb and forefinger. The long, smooth white flesh of her neck was exposed to me and I leaned in, kissing it. I pressed myself into her and moved around her neck with my mouth, gently biting and sucking, licking. She always laughs about how wet it is when I'm done with it, but she loves it. I can't resist that little valley between her neck and shoulder, where it dips a little bit. I can feel it calling to me, and I cover her with kisses.

She pressed her cheek against mine and kissed my earlobe. Her thick, beautiful chestnut hair swept against my face. I've always been a lover of beautiful hair, and hers is the most amazing I have ever seen. Thick and strong, beautiful brown, I love the way it smells and feels. She has it pulled back in a ponytail, and this burgundy, elastic band thing pulled back over her scalp. It's ridiculously cute and every time I see her wearing it my heart rate increases.

Her kisses are very tender, very sweet. She is so affectionate. 

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" I asked. I can feel her blush a little bit. So many times together, and she still gets a little sheepish about it. She nods sweetly. I held her hand as I stood up, and pulled her up after me. I followed her down the hallway to the bedroom, watching her plump, shapely ass wiggle as she walked. I slapped it sharply and she hooted in surprise.

Once in the bedroom, she quickly stripped off her clothes and slid under the sheets. I followed suit and cozied up next to her. Her flesh was cool and soft. I love the way her hips feel under my roving hands. They're always moving, I can't get enough of the feel of her. She loves the way I squeeze her butt and as I do she presses herself up against me. God, she's driving me crazy today. I don't know what it is, but she is driving me wild.

I struggled for a moment with her bra -- I've removed these things a thousand times, but I can never seem to get the hang of it, and just when I think I'm getting better, I get tangled up in another one and embarass myself. It takes me a minute but I finally get the thing off. Her breasts are wonderful, soft mounds of pale flesh, capped with nipples that I love so much. They're perfect, chewable little brownish nubs. I leaned over and sucked the left one into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue. Her eyes closed and she leaned back, sighing and smiling.

I slipped my hand down between her legs and cupped her sex. She hasn't shaved it in a while, and that's okay, I love that. It's very womanly, shaved pussy is a little weird to me. It's good for oral, I guess, but I like the way her hair feels between my fingers, the way it hides her little treasures. I dig my fingers in and apply gentle pressure to her clitoris. I know just the way she likes to be touched. I started rubbing it in small circles. Her back arched and she sighed again.

Her body felt amazing, writhing up against me. I was rock hard, unbelievably turned on. She's so sexy, and just for me. She told me before that I'm the only man who could ever get her off, and I know all the tricks to her, all the pieces to her sexy little puzzle.

I tried to move from her nipple up to her neck, once, because I love kissing her neck. But she protested, imploring me to return my attentions to the hard pebble of flesh, so I did. I lowered my head to the one on the right, and she reached up to squeeze her left one. Watching her pinch and pull it turned me on so much; she never really did that before, and seeing her so aroused was really getting me worked up.

My hand moved faster, crushing her tiny clit. Her breathing quickened and her body tightened, and I knew her orgasm was coming. I love getting her off. Suddenly she stopped.

"Wait!" she said, breathlessly. "Wait, wait." I stopped, thinking something was wrong. "Put your cock in me." I grinned, taken aback. She wasn't usually this direct, but I love it when she is. Without hesitating I got up over her, spreading her legs apart with my knees. She reached down and grabbed me, directing my hardness into her.

Her pussy was incredibly tight, tighter than I had ever felt it before. Her face and chest wer flushed. It took a bit of effort but I finally got inside her. I started working it back and forth, in and out. Her eyes were closed and a wide smile spread across her face. She rested her hands behind her head. Her breathing stayed quick.

"Are you going to come?" I asked. Usually the only way she comes when we fuck is when she's on top, but she was giving all the signs now, and I was excited.

"I want to," she said. "Sit up." I sat up and rested on my knees, holding onto her thighs. She started rubbing her clitoris. I reached out, balance carefully, and grabbed her nipples, pinching and squeezing. "Deeper!" she said. I pushed into her as far as I could go. After a moment she stopped rubbing, and the look came over her face. I knew what was going to happen.

Her breath caught in her throat and her whole body stiffened. I could see it building up inside of her. It broke, like flood waters bursting through a dam. I grinned, driving my cock in and out as hard as I could. She moaned and writhed, coming on my dick. She bucked her hips once and it popped out. Briefly, before I shoved it back in, I marvelled at it; my erection was bigger than I'd ever seen it, deep burgundy, the huge head purple and throbbing. It was a sight to behold.

I slammed it back into her. Her orgasm had stopped, but as I worked her pussy another one started coming on. She had that look on her face that she gets, like she was watching a plane crash. 

"Oh God!" she cried. Her whole body started shaking, and her pussy squeezed my dick. I felt my orgasm start down in the base of my sack, like a freight train barreling down the track. I relaxed and let it happen, feeling her muscles spasm around my cock. "Oh God! Oh God!" she kept repeating. Her voice cracked as she yelled.

Finally I came, shooting my hot load in her tight pussy, pump after pump. She bore down and came again, her body vibrating like a violin string. I growled with the force of my orgasm, my face centimeters from hers. She opened her eyes and stared into mine: she loves watching me cum inside her. I kept going, thrusting it into her for as long as I could, pressing against her and going as deep as it would reach.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She was still moaning, body occasionally twitching. Her vaginal muscles fluttered around my deflating cock. After a few minutes I felt it squeeze out of her and I rolled off to the side, keeping my arms wrapped around her. She was so warm and soft. I rubbed her thigh and leg, still pressed up against her wonderful body. She feels so incredible.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she answered. "You're my favorite." We laid there under the window, holding each other as the sun died and the night came on.



Sunday Afternoon



It's finally Sunday, my day for rest and relaxation before I go back to work again on Monday. I had gotten up early to clean up a little before my wife woke up; she had a lot of her family over last night for cake and drinks.

It's noon now, and it's still a bit chilly outside, so I head up to my 'office' which is mostly where I play video games. I pour myself a glass of Chivas, my favorite blended Scotch, and turn on my Playstation 3. I decide to work on Final Fantasy 13, as I pull on my surround sound headphones and sink into my favorite chair.

I've been playing for about an hour or so, making my way through Cocoon and enjoying my Scotch. Out of nowhere, I feel my headphones being carefully slid down off my ears onto my shoulders. My wife, Erica, must have slipped in, as my back is to the door. She leans close to my ear and whispers "I would suggest pausing that for a few minutes" before running her tongue along my ear lobe and pulling it into her mouth. I smell her Vera Wang perfume as she runs her hands through my thick hair. Her heels click against the hardwood floor as she walks around to the front of me, blocking my view of the television. Her beautiful thick body nicely fills a pair of violet satin boy cut panties. My eyes follow her legs down to my favorite pair of black Mary Jane heels. Her black knee-high stockings cling tightly to her calves. 

She slowly squats down and shifts onto her knees. My eyes lock on the knot of the tie that I wore last night, which she is now wearing along with my thin white button-down shirt. It's tied at the bottom letting her lightly tanned stomach show. Her bleached-blonde hair has been pulled into pigtails which just about touch her shoulders.

I manage to get around to hitting the pause button on my Dual Shock 3 controller as she unbuttons my jeans and slips a hand inside to feel my cock which is already rock hard. You can see the excitement in her eyes as she tugs on my jeans. I lift my ass out of the chair a bit and she tugs the jeans down to my knees. She pushes them down to my ankles and then does the same with my boxers. She gently runs her black fingernails along my inner thigh until her fingers wrap around my solid dick. 

She pushes my throbbing cock up towards my stomach and leans in to lick from the bottom of my shaft all the way up to the head. I watch as all seven and a half inches disappear into her glossy ruby red lips. I hear a slight gag just before she slowly pulls her mouth off of my cock, leaving it covered in a thick layer of saliva. A thin streak of mascara runs down her cheek as she gives my slippery dick a few strokes with her hand. She smiles as I grab her tie and start to untie it. Just as it comes free she leans down again and takes my cock into her mouth.

She sucks gently at first, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft slowly. A slight slurping noise escapes her lips each time she reaches the top. I put my hand on the back of her head and guide her head all the way down. I hold her head down for a few seconds as she sucks and then let her go. She comes up, gasping for air as a few more streaks of mascara run down her face. She goes back in, this time aggressively, as she sucks harder and goes deeper. Saliva runs down my shaft and the slurping and sucking noises intensify. 

My thighs tense up and my knees start quivering as her unrelenting mouth surrounds my cock. I grab her pigtails and use them to pull her head off my throbbing dick. "Please let me taste your cum, baby" she begs. She starts slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I reach up and quickly pull the shirt apart. I can hear the buttons bounce around room as I look at her freshly exposed D cup breasts. She fondles them and runs her pink tongue around her swollen red lips while staring right into my eyes. "Please fuck my dirty little mouth" she pleads. Her pouty face quickly turns to one of joy as I grab her pigtails again and pull her head down into my lap. 

I pull her head down as I thrust up with my hips. Slowly at first, but before long I am fucking her face the same way I fuck her tight pink pussy. She sucks harder as my legs quiver. "Oh God, I'm cum!" I exclaim. The sucking gets even harder as I give one final tug on her pigtails and I shoot my cum deep into her mouth. I move my hand to the back of her head, to keep it in place as my cum sneaks out of her mouth and down my shaft. I feel her swallow the cum still in her mouth as I slump back into my chair. She licks the remaining cum off of my shaft before coming up and giving me a big smile. She licked her lips one last time to make sure she got it all before giving me a quick kiss on the lips. 

Erica stood up and walked over to my desk, her boobs jiggled with each loud step she took. She opened the drawer and pulled out my bottle of Chivas and refilled my empty glass. After putting it back, she knelt down and picked up my controller and handed it back to me. She turned around and strutted out of the room in the sexiest manner possible, leaving me pant-less and amazed at what had just happened.



Sunday Afternoon



It was like any other Sunday afternoon. Jonathan was out with the boys, playing football, which left me with the very mundane chores. Laundry and cleaning. The sunlight washed into the bedroom, making the white décor sparkle even brighter. I grabbed a handful of fresh bedding and shook out the sheets. The feeling of the fresh cotton felt cool and comforting against my skin. I spread the sheet out over the bed, watching the cover fall gently against the mattress when a familiar itch began to quell inside. I went over to open the window and let in the summer breeze.

I leaned into the rush of fresh air, feeling it wash over my face and breasts. My white tank top scooped low enough to expose my braless cleavage. I ran my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, hardening my nipples in the process. My eyes fluttered open and sudden shock gripped me. Across the way, Mr. Samson gazed at me from his open window next door; a wry smile played upon his face. He stood there naked except for his blue boxer briefs while his right hand cradled what was obviously already a full erection. I watched his hand grip his shaft, the outline of the head clearly visible and straining against the confines of the fabric. Another moment passed before I realized my mouth was hanging open. I snapped my jaw shut. The gentle shake of his shoulders revealed he was amused by my reaction. My cheeks grew hot and I felt my stomach flutter. I should feel appalled. Why don't I just return to my chores? Jonathan could be home any moment.

Suddenly, I realized I didn't care. All that mattered was the growing heat between my legs and the sudden opportunity for release. I narrowed my eyes and licked my lips. I slowly slid the straps of my tank top off of my shoulders, letting the material hang off my hardened nipples. Mr. Samson gripped his cock even tighter, rubbing the fabric slowly and firmly. I nodded my approval and slid my tank top to my waist. I reached up and caressed my bare breasts, juggling their weight in my hands. I lifted one gently to my mouth and allowed my tongue to massage my right nipple. More waves of pleasure coursed through my body as I watched my neighbor becoming more aroused by the moment. I dropped both my breasts, letting them bounce against my chest. I bounced up and down a few more times, enjoying the feeling of their fullness slap gently against my body. Mr. Samson seemed to enjoy this immensely and began to pull down his boxers. He rubbed the tip of his cock with one hand and gripped his balls with the other, the wry smile never leaving his face.

I leaned back against the bed, the cool sheets offsetting the heat radiating from my skin. I reached for the button to my jeans and slid them off in one motion, exposing my sheer pink panties, my freshly waxed pussy visible through the fabric. I took one finger and began to rub my slit over my panties. The next time I looked up Mr. Samson's boxer briefs were gone. He proudly gripped his 7-inch hard on, stroking it slowly. Sunlight reflected off the fresh pre-cum that had collected on the head of his cock. I wanted so badly to taste him, to feel his thick cum coating the inside of my mouth. I slide off the remaining garment and spread my legs wide, exposing myself completely.

I licked my middle finger and ran it gently over my nearly bare slit, my pussy already slick with my juices. A soft, but audible moan escaped my lips as I continued to tease myself. Across the way, Mr. Samson was still slowly fisting his dick, now using the ample pre-cum to coat and lubricate himself. I watched, enraptured by its beautiful structure and how badly I wanted it to fill me. Taking my nipple into my mouth again, I suckled earnestly at my own breast while I fingered my snatch. My dirty, nasty little snatch. Using my fore and middle fingers in a V-shape, I spread my lips apart, exposing the core of my womanhood, letting him imagine what it would be like to fuck my velvet-soft pussy. In turn I imagined what it would be like to feel the tip of his cock pressed against my vulva, begging for a taste. To feel his head spread apart my lips, slide inside me and crash into my cervix over and over again.

Heat rose from the tips of my toes and washed through my body. So close, so close... I let my lips go and returned to concentrate on my clit, now engorged and oh-so-sensitive. I used my wetness to slide the tip of my finger effortlessly over the hood, pulling back the skin to expose the little rosebud. I released my nipple from my mouth in an effort to moan loudly and looked up to see Mr. Samson pumping his cock vigorously. He grunted, his body heaving, sweat trickling down his chest. He was waiting for me to come...

I devoted myself to his release. By now I rubbed my clit with complete abandon, relishing in my imminent orgasm. I bounced up and down on the edge of the bed, longing to feel my heavy breasts bounce against one another. Suddenly, I felt the familiar aura of an oncoming orgasm. I tapped my finger against my clit, and worked circles around it as I watched my handsome neighbor jerk off to my efforts. I released a muffled groan as the first wave hit me. My legs spasmed and I lifted them off the floor and splayed them wide for my audience. More waves coursed through me as I screamed and writhed against the bed. Through screams I could hear the final groans of excitement as Mr. Samson began to release his cum all over his chest and stomach. I watched as he sprayed his load over his torso, his cock jerking in time to my moans.

I felt the warm glow of my orgasm begin to subside only to be replaced by the warmth of satisfaction. Stroking my bare breasts and stomach, I lingered against the bed for a while longer. I looked out the window to see my audience still gazing through my window and returned his smile. He gave me a respectful salute and turned to resume his normal Sunday activities. I basked in post-orgasmic bliss, hoping that this would be an activity I could add to my Sunday agenda.



Sunday Afternoon



Hi guys, This is my first submission, and I'm a little nervous even posting this. But I'll admit that I always get so turned on hearing all the naughty deliciousness on this site, so I finally gave in to the temptation to share. 

The story behind this audio? My boyfriend and I were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon watching movies...naked. We usually never get through a whole movie, and this Sunday was no exception. He is quite fond of sucking my perky titties and that never fails to make my pussy drip. I wasn't expecting him to record what transpired next, but when he sent me the audio clip later in the day, my pussy got wet all over again as I listened. 

Always happy to receive a rock hard cock stuffed deep in my pussy, and this orgasm was fucking fantastic. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

Little Miss Mami 

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Sunday Afternoon Alone



A Lazy Sunday Afternoon…

It was a cold and cloudy Sunday afternoon. She had been restless all morning and tried unsuccessfully to concentrate on reading a book and watching a movie. Subconsciously she knew what the problem was but she was hoping it would go away...NOT! Sexual gratification is a strong force, particularly with someone who felt things as intensely as she did. 

Her appetite for sexual gratification had been increased recently, much to her surprise. Since her last relationship ended she hadn't been sexually active and with the exception of an occasional session of masturbation with the shower massage, her feelings of passion had been dormant. Then, quite unexpectedly he came into her world and through his words alone had revived in her a need that at times was unbearable. With him, her orgasms were more intense than she ever remembered and she was delighted that she could please him too. Thoughts of those conversations were haunting her today and try as she might, she couldn't put them out of her head. 

She decided to try and take a nap...perhaps sleep would bring her peace. NOT! As soon as she fell asleep she started to dream about him and the images were very graphic. Before she knew it she was fingering her pussy and woke up feeling the wetness on her fingers. There was no stopping now. Quickly she reached over to the night stand drawer and got out her dildo and vibrator. Her hands were trembling as she slipped the large pink colored cock into her dripping wet pussy. How she wished it was him and images of what he would be doing if he were there were flashing through her mind. 

With the cock in her cunt she reached around and put her finger in her ass. It wasn't the same as when he did it (NOTHING was that good!!!) but she was so horny she simply had to fuck herself as completely as possible. Her clit was so hard now that it was hurting so she touched it with the vibrator and almost instantly felt herself cumming. Her moans could wake the dead! It had been so long since she had done this that the climax went on for what seemed like hours. She pumped her hips and writhed on the bed in pleasure. But she still found herself wishing so much he were here..or at least on the phone to cum with her. 

She loved their phone conversations. They weren't the "real thing" of course but masturbating together with him made her orgasms so much more pleasurable. Knowing he was listening to the sucking sound her pussy made when she pushed the dildo in and out, hearing him tell her what he would do if he were there, imagining how his cock looked as it was getting hard...all this was such a turn on. Usually he made sure she climaxed first and then she would work on giving him pleasure. She described in detail how she would slip her finger in his ass while she was sucking his dick and licking the tip while she caressed his full balls in her hand. She told him how hard her nipples were and explained how she would make them slippery with his pre cum and then squeeze his cock between them so he could fuck her tits. Each time he thrust his hard prick forward she would lick the end of it with her waiting tongue. After she heard his moans of pleasure she was so turned on that she usually had another orgasm. Even though he was exhausted he unselfishly talked to her while she fingered her pussy and had one last wave of ecstasy. 

Thinking about their phone sex turned her on again. Her pussy was still very wet so she finger fucked herself and pretended he was watching. She knew how that turned him on and she loved to tease him. She turned over on her side and gently slipped the dildo in her ass...the feeling was overwhelming! (One of the things he did that turned her on the most was butt fuck her.) Then she put the vibrator on her clit and felt her body preparing for another round of intense pleasure. Her moans were not human...she was taken to another level where nothing mattered except the throbbing of her cunt. 

How he would love this if he were here! 

Finally she was exhausted...her pussy was actually sore from the stimulation. However, she wasn't complaining. Her only complaint was that he wasn't here to enjoy it and she knew that if he had been, everything would have been even more intense than it was. Could she have stood more??? She was willing to risk it... 

As she drifted off into a very relaxed nap she wondered if he might have been thinking about her today...she hoped so and she also hoped it wouldn't be long before they could give each other pleasure as they had before. 



Sunday Afternoon at Home



“I swear,” Jessie muttered. “This thing hates me.” She smacked the monitor like that was going to make a difference. Glancing up with a wry grin at the rumble of laughter that came from the doorway of their home office, she saw her handsome husband leaning against the doorframe. “What are you laughing at?” she half teased as she gladly got up, pushing away the computer chair with a slight kick.

“Is that mean ass thing getting the best of you again?” Todd teased, his brown eases glittering in amusement.

“It hates me,” she wailed, puckering up teasingly as if she would cry.

“Awww,” came his reply as strong hands reached out to pull Jessie close. Jessie couldn’t hide the grin that flickered over her lips and Todd instantly knew that she knew exactly what she was doing as he felt his wife’s slender arms wrap around him. “Brat,” he whispered into her hair.

Jessie batted her eyelashes sweetly at him.

“You think that will work?” Todd shot back, one of his eyebrows shooting up as he gazed down at her.

“I hope so,” she teased.

“It will, damn it,” he half swore and then broke into laughter as his lovely bride tried her best innocent smile on him. “You knew it would.”

“Well,” she laughed softly, pressing into the strong body that was her husband. “It was just a hunch.”

Todd grinned and suddenly kissed her hard, his lips crushing fiercely against hers. He was rewarded with Jessie’s soft moan and the grip of her fingers into his shirt as she leaned into him. He growled into the recesses of her sweet mouth before he suddenly grabbed her, half dragging her into the living room to throw her succulent body over the arm of his chair. 

Jessie cried out in surprise and groaned in absolute lust as she suddenly found herself face down over the thick arm of his chair, knowing what was to come. Her auburn hair streamed down loosely into her now flushed face as her heart-shaped ass was presented beautifully beneath the short skirt she had on to him. In one swift motion, she felt her skirt thrown up over her ass and her thong from Victoria’s Secret ripped off her in one sharp movement. “OH!” she cried out, jerked back a bit at the ferocity of it.

“Hush, my slut,” her husband commanded as the sting of his hand resounded on her tight ass. Todd grinned, knowing she would obey, seeing the shiver of delight ripple down her exposed flesh as his strong hands ripped away the unwanted material and lowered his jeans, his hard cock springing free. 

Jessie’s flat belly was thrust forward into the arm of his chair as she felt him position his cock at her weeping slit and then slammed it into the moist depths of her cunt. She cried out, blue eyes widening in lust as his strong fingers tightly wrapped in her long hair, snapping her head back to expose the beautiful line of her neck. Long lashes fluttered down as his teeth bit down into soft yielding flesh, marking her as his and pushed back eagerly against his as his cock unmercifully raped her cunt, her movements matching his as if he couldn’t get deep enough or fuck her hard enough to her satisfaction.

Todd slammed his cock into his wife’s beautiful cunt as he continued to ravish the flesh of her neck, feeling her shudder in absolute ecstasy as they raked over her skin. He loved the way she trembled beneath his lips in a display of wanton lust. Her juices were leaking out to run down her shifting thighs and he slammed his hips forward to send her into the arm of the chair.

Jessie screamed out in both surprise and delight as his free hand suddenly lifted and came down hard on her ass in a stinging caress. The loud {SMACK!} reverberated through the room as her clit throbbed against the brusque material of the rigid char arm beneath her. Jessie dug her nails into the arm of the chair as her clit burned and throbbed. Her husband’s cock was rubbing against it with each savage thrust, driving her insane with wanton need. With her hair streaming in a wild array around shaking shoulders and flushed flesh, she pushed back for more, fighting to withstand the strength of his onslaughts as her walls began to collapse and milk his throbbing cock. Her teeth bit down into the moist softness of her lips as she fought the raging need to cum.

Todd pulled harder on his wife’s soft tresses, his breath caressed hotly over her ear as he leaned into her, biting her earlobe as he growled out, “Cum, slut … NOW!”

Jessie cried out as his hand yanked her head back again, eyes widening in absolute lust as his words rang clear in her ear, sending an electric shock down to her clit causing her walls to collapse in a shudder of need. Suddenly she was cumming hard over his flesh as she screamed out his name. “Oh, Todd! Oooooo, yesss!!”

That was enough to send her husband over the edge, feeling his wife’s hot nectar flood his cock and released a flood of hot cum into her shuddering cunt. The thick ropes bathed her walls as the pulsing of his cock sent her over the edge again. Her screams of release caused him to growl out again as another orgasm ripped hard through her. “CUM!” he commanded.

Jessie shuddered uncontrollably, her whole body quaking as another spasm rocketed through her, sending a flood of warm oozing honey over her husband’s cock that was working in and out of her like a piston. “Ohhhhhh!” she moaned as he continued to thrust into her as he emptied. She jerked suddenly as he reached beneath her to push in on her belly. He knew just how to trigger her multiple orgasms and the strength of his hand pushing into her belly pushed her over the edge. One orgasm after another ripped through her as she heard him command her to cum yet again. She was breathless as she panted in ecstasy, thrashing as his hand pressed deep and yet another wave of lust washed over her. The walls of her cunt tried desperately to grab hold of his thick rod as she coated it yet again in thick creamy juices. God, the things he did to her! She couldn’t stop cumming and he damn well knew it!

Jessie shuddered helplessly, moaning uncontrollably as her body was ignited in an uncontrollable flash of light, bathing her husband in her cum. Soft, pitiful whimpers began to fill the air as her body continued to jerk and spasm beneath her husband’s hard body as she collapses over the arm of the chair. Her voice tried to lift beyond the cries of passion that continued to erupt from her throat as she began to weep. “Please Todd … mercy!”

But Todd only pushed harder on her belly one last time, sending a final orgasm ripping through the woman he loved. He could feel her coat his cock in sweet honey cream as he commanded in a deep voice, “Cum! NOW!”

Jessie screamed out as silver tears sprang to her luminous blue eyes, her body responding reflexively to the sound of his voice. She shuddered helplessly beneath him, her thick sweet juices running out of her well-fucked hole as she melted beneath him in a pile of wanton lust.

Todd slowly pulled his cock from her with a soft popping sound. His own knees were weak and shaking as he turned to sit heavily into the chair, pulling his wife around and into his lap.

Jessie whimpered as she felt him pull out, her cum spilling out of her still spasming cunt and almost collapsed in a heap on the floor before being captured in the strength of her husband’s arms. She trembled almost violently in his arms as she fell against his chest, gasping for breath. She could feel his heart thundering in his chest as he pulled her close in a tight embrace, mini orgasms continuing to ripple through her.

“Mmmmm … damn!” he whispered into her hair, tightening his arms around his beautiful wife.

Jessie trembled uncontrollably against him as tears of relief began to slowly slip down her cheeks from the strength of her response. She shuddered in his arms as her fingers clung in desperation to the man she loved. “Oh god, Todd,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered, pulling her closer.



Sunday Afternoon at the Mall



Sunday afternoons at the mall is what the major used to call a "target rich environment." On this particular Sunday, the mall parking lot was full of cars and women of all shapes, sizes and colors were strolling to and fro the mammoth complex of retail therapy. 

The outside lot, sprawling and open, was more trafficked by the few mall security people working on Sundays, so I headed for the parking garage. It was either six or seven levels connecting shoppers to the more expensive stores. It too was crowded and I had to drive up to level five before seeing an open parking space. 

Like I said, the place was crawling with tail and it would only be a matter of time before I would find a suitable target. By the end of the third trip around the garage I had found what looked like my first real target of the day. She was parked near the back of the level about ten or so spaces from the pack of cars gathered near the walkway. I guessed she didn't want someone to hit her new car. She sat in the driver's seat with the engine off talking on a cell phone. 

I whipped the truck around and pulled into the next row of parking spaces, between her car and door, and waited. After a few minutes, a she got out of the car. She was bumping up against menopause, maybe forty-five. I could tell by the car, how she was dressed, and her manner that she was a professional woman. She trotted toward the store entrance, still yapping away on the phone. I hopped out of the truck and walked toward to same entrance, making sure to not to be noticed. Cause of the way she was dressed, I thought she might be going to work but after following her for a few minutes I convinced that she was there to shop. 

I tailed her for a few more minutes until she headed for women's underwear and then I took a flyby and headed back toward the exit. She didn't notice me because she was looking down into her purse when I walked by. I got a good look at her face and was impressed with her smooth caramel colored complexion and painted red lips. I had fucked a couple of black whores when I was in the army but never in civilian life. Here was a chance to fuck an upscale black bitch. 

She had bought a pair of pantyhose. I trailed her through the store until she stopped in the hosiery section. I knew then she wasn't going to work and I would be waiting for her when she came out. 

Twenty minutes later she was walking out of the store with one small bag in her right hand and her purse in the other. I had moved the truck so that her car was a few spaces closer to the store entrance from mine. She wasn't in much hurry and I enjoyed watching her saunter toward her car. As she walked, her long red skirt swayed back and forth. 

I slipped out the door and waited for her to get to the drivers side door. I listened for the sound of her heels. I heard the beep as she unlocked the door and waited for the heels noise to stop. When it did, it was time to make my move. My timing was perfect. Just as she swung open the door, I jabbed the starter gun in her back and said "Not say a word, that's a gun in your back." 

She jerked away but grabbed her by the arm. 

"Don't be stupid bitch! I'll blow your brains out." I ordered her to get in the car. Again she hesitated, looking around for someone to signal but there was no one. 

"Get in!" I barked and I pushed her down into the driver's seat. 

I followed in after her, forcing her over the arm rest and into the passenger seat. She reached for the door handle and tried to get out the passenger side door, but I put the gun to head and ordered her to shut the door or else. She did. I still remember that looked on her face as she looked at my face for the first time. I could see the fear in her eyes. It was the same look I would see in the chickens my dad would butcher. 

I had to be quick, so I took the keys for her and cranked up the engine. She struggled and even screamed "HELP!" I grabbed her by her hair and pushed her head into her lap. Our tussling caused her to scream louder, but there wasn't anyone around to hear. We struggled for a few seconds but I tied her hands behind her back and I slide some tape over her mouth, shutting her up for good. 

Then it was time to go. I again pushed her head down into her lap and down slowly out the mall and out to the freeway. Careful to avoid trucks and tall SUV's which could look down into the car, I drove 60 mph the entire way. She struggled but my grip on the back of her jacket kept in her place. 

"We're here!" I said and released my grip on her collar. 

She popped up like a top and looked around the empty parking lot. We were the only car on the level. I found this abandoned parking garage downtown perfect for my "activities" and used it a couple times before. We were on the 8th floor and I could count on it being totally deserted. 

I grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. "Let's see who we've got here." I said. 

"Patricia, huh? Do people call you Pat?" I asked. 

She didn't respond. 

"I'll call you Pat. Is that alright Pat?"

She had $45 dollars in her wallet. I took it. 

"I hope you don't mind Pat? Do you mind?" I asked. 

She again did not respond but was wrestling with her restraints. 

I watched for a few seconds and chuckled. "You're not going anywhere, Pat, not until I'm finished with you." 

She flinched as I caressed her face. "Here is deal Pat. If you wanna get out of here alive, you're gonna do what I say. If you don't, I make sure they never find your body. But hey, if you be a good little girl, I promise not to hurt you. Do you promise Pat?"

She looked at me with those large brown eyes, which were filling with tears. She sat still for a few seconds before nodding her agreement. I asked again just to be sure. She agreed again. 

Her eyes widened and she whimpered as I opened her blazer. It was red, with gold buttons. I remaindered her of her promise and the consequences. Under her blazer was a red silk blouse. It was a pull-over thing with no buttons. 

"You are dressed nice today, Pat. What's the special occasion?" I asked. 

"You have very firm breasts. Do you mind if I touch them?" 

She shrieked loudly and twisted her body back and forth as I fondled and squeezed her tits. They were indeed firm and each was more than a handful. As I played with them, I could feel her nipples harden under my touch. She wiggled and twisted, moaning and groaning in the tape. Then I used both hands rubbing, squeezing, pulling, and pinching her globes until I was satisfied. 

"What are you hiding under that long skirt?" I asked sliding a finger down a pleat of a skirt. She was defenseless to stop me as I reeled up her ankle length red skirt. 

"Nice knees." I said as my hand massaged her knee and then slide up her soft thigh. I rubbed her pantyhose encased knees and calves. Pat was hiding a pair of very firm shapely legs under that skirt. I made a point of making sure not to neglect them. 

She was wearing nude pantyhose and I was glad about it. I have always loved the silky, yet course texture against my hands and body. Also, the combination of her brown skin and the silky garment added to my arousal. 

"Oh, that's nice." I said as my hand found her crotch, the gusset of her pantyhose and her silk panties. I could feel her womanhood hiding underneath her underclothes. She wiggled and twisted uncomfortably like she was sitting on a hot griddle and that made her molesting even more arousing. I rubbed her pussy and used my index finger to message to poke around her asshole. 

When I was finished rubbing on her twat, ass and legs, I was ready for the main event. I pushed her into the seat, as she had wiggled so that he back was against the door, and reclined it as far back as it would go. Knowing what was coming she started struggling and screaming, but I forced my way on top of her, pinning her into the passenger seat. She offered token resistance but that didn't stop me from forcing my way between her legs. I raised her legs in the air and placed red high heel feet on the dash board. She yelped and shouted and I tore open the crotch of her pantyhose. I tore off her black silk panties, pushed down my sweats and guided my rock hard cock toward the promise land. 

Pat grunted and groaned when I stuck my head in her warm, tight cunt and then howled in pain when I my shaft disappeared inside her. She bucked her hips letting me get even deeper. She was a tight fit at first but loosened as began to fuck her. I went really hard at first. I pumped her hard, so hard that the car was rocking back and forth and I thought about putting on the emergency brake. 

Pat bobbed back and forth underneath me, groaning and moaning. I grabbed her legs, pushed her down in the seat some and pinned her knees against her chest so that her heels were resting on my shoulders. I put my dick back in her vagina and fucked her as hard as I could until I came. My hips were rocking against hers and then her hips were rocking with mine. Her moans became deeper and longer and I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. After a few seconds, her body shuttered and went suddenly limp. A few seconds later, I came inside her, planting my seed deep in her womb. She groaned as I filled her with my cum. When I finished, I withdrew from her and lay still on her belly. She didn't struggle and by then had stopped crying. I could feel her heart beating quickly against my chest. A few minutes passed and I gathered my strength. I moved her hands to the side, and widened the tear in her pantyhose. 

I put her ankles back on my shoulders and bent her forward. I guided my cock to a spot just south of pussy. Her body tensed up as my cock slide between her cheeks and pressed against her asshole. It was still wet from the earlier session so I didn't to lube it. I told her to relax and that it wouldn't hurt. I wanted to force the fit of my cock in her to feel her anus strain. But I couldn't. The tension left her body and my cock head slipped easily into her butt. She grunted wildly and tensed up again. I knew it was her first time for anal sex. I pushed hard stretching her asshole to fit my shaft. Pat and I groaned loudly as I penetrated her rectum. Then I was inside her I started working my dick back and forth in her asshole. She was so tight and I was happy to be the first man to put his cock in her round plump ass. I don't think she like this as much as she liked the virginal sex as she had a pained tortured look on her face the whole time. Still, to me it was off the charts, a ten-out-of-ten. Unfortunately, it didn't take much back and forth, before I emptied my load this time for the last time. 

This time when I finished I knew it was time to go. I rolled into the drivers' seat and she rolled away from me and twisted into a fetal position. I said my goodbyes and thanked her for being such a good sport and loosened the bounds on her wrists. I figured it would take her about ten minutes to get free of them. 

I ran down the stairs toward the street, stopping to examine my clothes. My black sweats hid the semen and other stains. Once on the street, I walked normally across the street to the library, taking the side entrance where there was no camera or attendant. I grabbed a book at sat by a window overlooking the garage. I stayed there for exactly an hour and caught the bus to the light-rail station. As the bus was pulling away from the library, I saw Pat's car slowly turning from the garage onto the street and speed off toward the south-side of town. Before sundown, I was back at the mall, this time to pick up my truck and head home. There were only six days until the next Sunday.



Sunday Afternoon Delight



Sunday afternoons are usually filled with wholesome family activities, this one, however was filled with everything butt.

It was summer, it was hot and it was just before graduation. We did not have anything left to do at university but enjoy the last few days with saying farewell to varsity friends and organise our moves back to wherever we came from. My room in our student house was close to empty as the movers had come the previous day and I was left with a mattress on the floor and my suitcase already packed. I should have been gone already, but was clinging to my last few varsity days. Not ready to go and accept it was finally over. 

Raine and I had been texting each other regularly, as we were friends as well as fuck buddies. "How are you? It is too hot to do anything." Soon turned more interesting as texting inevitably always led to sexting when Raine was involved. I was at home alone with nothing to do and feeling bored and horny. 

We had always been quite adventurous, experimenting with a range of sexual peccadilloes. I had many firsts with him. Our most recent experimenting was anal. We had been indulging in a little anal play, playing with fingers, rubbing and the like, but that had been about as we ever went before I usually chickened out and we just fucked like rabbits.

I had been playing with my ass by myself. Masturbating with my vibrator in my pussy and a finger playing with my ass, rubbing around my anus and occasionally entering my butt. I loved it, but it was still to afraid to have someone shove a hard cock up my ass.

I wanted to try it, but I was scared of the pain that I imagined would go with it, but I was also intrigued as it felt so very good to have something inside my ass while my pussy was being fucked. Feeling full, and the subsequent orgasms were mind alteringly awesome. 

I was lying on my bed sexting Raine, we were talking about my ass and the fact that he wanted to be in it. I told him I was playing with my pussy, I was dripping wet with excitement. Not actively trying to cum, just rubbing my pussy and pinching my nipples occasionally. Just feeling hot and horny. We were playing a simon says type game. He would tell me to do something and I would then do it and send him a photo as proof. He told me to pinch my nipples until they were hard and I sent him the proof, he then told me to shave my pussy and after some time in the bathroom I sent him a picture of my freshly shaved, puffy, pussy lips. He told me to stick my fingers as deep as I can into my pussy and I very happily obliged, and the photo followed. He told me to play with my vibrator and make it wet and shiny with my juices, but not cum. A very hard task, but one I accomplished and sent him the proof of the wet, sticky, shiny vibrator. He then told me to clean it with my tongue, licking my own wetness off the vibrator. I did this with pleasure. I was beyond horny by now, I had been entertaining myself for quite some time and was nowhere near being told to cum.

My next task was to stuff two fingers in my butt. Not a problem by myself as I had been playing with my ass, but he wanted proof. My ass was so wet from my pussy juices flowing out of me and down my crack, and also my occasional ass fingering over the last hour or so. It was hard not to rub and occasionally enter my super slick ass. I wanted to show him my fingers stuffed into me. I slid one finger into my my ass slowly. It was very hot and oh so tight, I didn't think another finger would go in, but I was so horny and so wet the second finger slid in with surprising ease. I was the biggestt my ass had ever been stretched open and it felt amazing. I sent him a photo, that took a few shots to get just right along with an invitation to come to my house quickly. He replied " I am on my way, while you wait you should have an orgasm, but just one." I stuffed a finger in my ass and rubbed my clit in frenzy, I needed to come so badly. The orgasm was fantastic and took the edge off, but I knew more was to come. 

I decided that my ass would survive the onslaught of a penis if it could survive my fingers and I should try everything, well at least once. And I really needed to be fucked.

I put on a loose fitting dress from the floor to meet him at the door. We were barely inside and the door shut when we started kissing and grabbing at each other, making our way towards my bedroom. The dress was back on the floor and I was bare-assed naked in a matter of moments after his arrival. We had to be fairly quiet, didn't want the whole house to know I was getting my hole filled. I took off his shirt and undid his belt and pants, pushed it to the floor. I couldn't wait to get at him.

We were on my bed and I rubbed my face all over the bulge in his undies before taking them off. He was hard and straining to get out of the fun-spoiling underwear. We, very quickly got rid of the last thing standing between myself and his cock and I took it in my mouth immediately, trying to swallow it all at the first go. I pulled the beautiful cock out of my mouth and sucked around the head, licking and sucking him into my mouth, then small kisses down the shaft to his sack, up again and sucking on the head. I slipped my fingers down to muy pussy and could feel myself gushing even more. I sucked hard, then just lapped at the head of Raine's penis till he started to moan a little and his beautiful cock was leaking slippery pre-cum all over my tongue. I lapped it up, wanting more. Did I mention I love sucking cock? Well, I do. I love how hot it is and how hard the cock feels in my mouth and the soft skin, so slippery when covered in saliva or pussy juice.

We had to change position, so I could still suck on him, but also give him access to my dripping before, but now running-down-my-legs-wet pussy. He slid a finger into me and commented that he had never felt me that wet before, grinning and saying we should play the 'simon-says' game more often. Whole hearted agreement. I was happy as can be, I had a beautiful penis in my mouth and two fingers rubbing my clit, then my g-spot, my anus and sometimes finger fucking me hard or slowly penetrating my ass. Heaven.

He stopped abruptly. "I need to fuck you now" was like music to my ears. He slid into me, that glorious first slide into your hungry-to-be-fucked pussy is magical. Just layed on top of me for a moment. He knew how I loved that initial fitting of pussy to cock, then started thrusting into me with long, slow thrusts. Taking his sweet time and slowly driving me crazy with the need to be fucked hard and fast. I tried to speed up, humped up against him, but he held me down, smiled and told me to be patient. He had a plan.

I was beside myself with need when he told me to turn over, and I presented my ass to him. It was slippery from my earlier exploits, and his, but not slippery enough. He came prepared and fished some lube from his pants and inserted the tube into my pussy and squirted some into me, as if I wasn't wet enough. He then slid his cock into me again and fucked me from behind with his fingers dancing over my clit, it was beautiful. Cock in my pussy, he then squirted some of the ice cold lube right onto my anus and rubbed my ass for a moment before thrusting into me again. I barely noticed as he slid a finger into my ass mid-thrust, and another followed soon after. I was fast approaching orgasm again, but I was not going to have one yet.

He pulled out of me and pressed his cock to my ass rubbing it over my anus a few times, he was slippery from the mixture of lube and pussy juice. I was very nervous, but so horny and excited. "Just push back when I push into you, it will hurt, but not for long" and with those words he started applying pressure to my very wet hole. I could feel my muscles resisting and then pushed back into him, it hurt badly until the head of that beautiful cock slid past the first muscles into me and then he stopped. I got used to the stretched feeling and pushed back into him a little more, it hurt each time, but less than the first pop. Slowly we worked his cock up into my ass.

When his pelvis touched my body, and every single centimetre of penis was embedded in my ass I asked him to just stop for a moment so I can get used to the feeling of having my ass full and stretched open. It felt amazing, but also dirty. 

I moved forward a little to test if it will hurt, the pain was almost completely gone and I pulled off Raine's cock a little more, stopped and he then thrust into me. It was brilliant. Slowly at first, but then speeding up. My ass felt amazing being filled over and over again. He stopped thrusting into me and asked where I kept the vibrator from the afternoon's pictures. I grabbed it from under my pillow, without having him pull out of my ass. He immediately shoved the vibrator into my pussy and I found yet another sensation I adored. His cock was up my ass, vibrator in my pussy and I came. I came and came and came. The orgasm blew through my mind and left me feeling slightly weak, but I didn't want him to stop before he came inside of me. 

I fucked back against him to make him come inside of me. That's it. I was addicted.



Sunday Afternoon Football



My favorite time of year has to be fall. I love the smells, the cooler weather, the look. But most of all I love football. There is something so primal about curly up on the couch on Sunday afternoons and watching football all day. I don’t care who’s playing. I’ll watch all games, picking a favorite to cheer for that day. My latest boyfriend, TJ, was just getting to know this side of me. We’d been dating since March. He’d gotten glimpses of my football obsession when pre-season started but it was the first weekend in September when he really got indoctrinated. For the first two weekends of the season, he sat back, watching and listening. I’d look over and he’d be smiling at me. It was about to get better.

The third weekend, we were watching football at his place. TJ has an amazing flat screen tv. Sunday afternoon, I showed up on his doorstep in faded blue jeans and a Tampa Bay Bucs jersey. We settled on his couch, soda in my hand, beer in his. The game started. My choice for today’s game - Tampa Bay. TJ took Green Bay. When I watch football, I get competitive. TJ teased me, prodding me, that Green Bay was going to kill Tampa. I didn’t back down, touting the Bucs defense.  As TJ reached for his beer, he smiled at me, “Wanna make it more interesting?”

“Whatta ya have in mind?” Mentally, I counted in my head how much money I had in my wallet and car. 

“Let’s put your mouth behind your team. If Green Bay scores, you give me a blow job.” TJ sat back, looking at me, waiting.

This was not what I had expected but it definitely would make the game more interesting. “What if Tampa scores? What do I get?”

TJ grinned. “If Tampa scores, I’ll lick you. How bout it? Are you in?”

I felt a shiver wash over me. Talk about being behind your team. “What the hell. I’m in.”

We sat back, both of us waiting for the first score. The first series went quickly. Tampa, three and out. Green Bay took the punt. Favre moved them down the field to the ten yard line. I thought this was it. Suddenly, Derrick Brooks jumped in, intercepted and ran back to the fifty. Again, we went back and forth, each team moving up and down the field but without scoring. As the first quarter came to and end, neither team had scored. Both TJ and I were wound tight. I could see a bulge in his sweats, the anticipation was getting at him. For myself, I knew my panties were damp. As the second quarter started, Brett Favre threw the ball down field. I held my breath as Driver’s feet touched down in the end zone, the ball tucked in his arms. Green Bay had scored first. 

TJ whooped and sat back. “Time to pay up.” 

I watched as the extra point was kicked and good. Standing, I stood in front of TJ. Slowly I knelt. I pulled at the elastic around his waist, pulling his sweats down. I tossed them to the side. Next, I reached up and took hold of his boxers. Pulling them down and off, I looked back at TJ. His cock was hard and standing straight at attention. I looked over my shoulder as I heard the kick off. Tampa had the ball. Spreading TJ’s legs, I crawled between them. Looking up at him, I wrapped my hand gently around the base of his cock and squeezed. TJ jumped and moaned. Leaning over, I licked the underside of his dick, sliding my tongue up and down his length, getting him wet and slick. TJ moaned as my lips closed around the tip of his cock and pushed down. 

I listened to the game in the background as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, sucking and nibbling on him. TJ was moaning, thrusting his cock upwards into my throat. My fingers worked the base of his cock, stroking and squeezing him. TJ’s hands wound themselves in my hair as he pushed my head down on his lap. I rolled my mouth around him, sucking hard and fast. I tasted the first drop of cum and sucked harder. Wrapping my hands around his balls, I sucked hard on his tip and pulled his orgasm from him. My mouth filled with his cream as he moaned and pushed upwards. I sucked, swallowing every last drop. 

Sitting back on my knees, I licked my lips. I looked over at the tv and saw Tampa Bay moving down field. I wished for a score. My pussy was dripping from the blow job. I crawled up on the couch and looked over at TJ. His cock was limp in his lap. He left it uncovered. I watched him throbbing. He smiled at me, “God, I love Green Bay.”

The second quarter moved on, neither team doing much. As the second quarter came to a close, Favre again made a long throw, this time finding Driver just on the three yard line. The next play, a hand off to Green for a touchdown. TJ leaned back, his hand gripping his cock, stroking his growing dick. “You lose again.”

I looked at the tv and then back at TJ. Sitting up on my knees, I leaned over, resting my arm on the couch. TJ’s cock was semi-limp and growing harder by the second. This time, I used only my mouth, not my hands. Sliding my mouth down around his cock, I sucked slowly this time. Twisting my mouth, I moved up and down on his shaft, pulling him hard into my mouth. TJ moaned and pushed upwards. His hands moved down and cupped my jean-covered ass, squeezing firmly. I moaned over his cock. Sliding my mouth up and down, I used my teeth against him, scraping up the side of his cock. TJ was panting, moaning, begging me to suck harder. My hair fell down, covering my face as I sucked on his dick. TJ’s cock was hard as a rock in my mouth as I listened to the half time commentary. 

Sucking harder, I pulled TJ into my mouth and then plunged down on him again. The tip of his cock touched and bounced away from my throat. I sucked harder, pulling, twisting. I tasted his cum again and squeezed the head of his cock with my lips. TJ moaned and burst in my mouth, filling me with his warm cum. I sucked, swallowing.

Sitting back up, I smiled and told him Tampa better score soon. TJ grinned and said he hoped Favre had one more in him cause he sure did. We sat back, watching the start of the second half. On the third play of the third quarter, Brad Johnson found Keyshawn Johnson and scored their first touch down. I looked over at TJ, “My turn. On your knees.”

TJ smiled and I knew he was looking forward to this. He knelt in front of me, telling me stand up. Standing, I looked down and watched as TJ slowly unzipped my jeans and pushed them down. I shivered in anticipation. Stepping out of them, I started to slide my panties down. TJ stopped me, “Leave them. For now.”

I sat back down and TJ slowly ran his hands up my thighs. My panties were wet, dripping. Biting my lower lip, I waited for TJ. I looked up at the game and watched a punt as TJ’s lips touched the inside of my right thigh. I moaned as the tip of his finger rubbed against my panties, pushing them against my lips. Slowly, TJ’s finger rubbing my slit, pushing my panties further aside with each stroke. I watched Keyshawn grab a ball out of the air as TJ’s tongue touched my pussy. Moaning, I closed my eyes and leaned back. TJ’s tongue circled my clit and then moved down to lick me slowly. Moaning, I writhed in place. TJ clasp my thighs in his hands, holding me still. His tongue pushed inside me, parting my lips, and sliding up and down. My pussy was dripping with each movement. I felt my orgasm building. As I begged him to make me cum, I felt my clit hardened, my pussy tighten. TJ slipped a finger inside me just as his mouth closed over my clit and I exploded in orgasm, shaking and moaning. TJ kept licking, sucking, drinking my juices. 

As TJ sat back on the couch, his cock hard between his legs again, I leaned back and smiled. This was exactly how football Sunday should be. We watched the game, waiting for the next score. We didn’t have to wait long. Green Bay scored a third time, taking a forty yard run in for a touchdown. This time, TJ stood and positioned himself in front of me. Reaching up, I took his cock in my hands, stroking him. I couldn’t believe how hard he was, even after coming twice already. 

TJ crawled up on the couch, his hands braced on the wall behind the couch. Reaching up, I took TJ’s hard rod in my mouth, closing my lips around him and sucking hard. Wrapping my arms around him, I grabbed his ass and pushed him into my mouth. As TJ fucked my face, I sucked harder and harder. I wanted him to cum fast. I wanted to prove I could make him cum fast. Rolling my tongue around him, I closed my lips, pushing my cheeks in as I sucked him. TJ was thrusting his cock into my mouth, pulling out and pushing back in, literally fucking my mouth. My fingers played with his balls, squeezing and tugging gently on them. TJ was moaning. I felt his cock getting harder and harder, building to an orgasm, but TJ was holding back. I knew just what to do.

Slipping my finger in my mouth, I sucked it and then took his cock back between my lips. As I sucked him, my hands moved around to his ass again. As my teeth bit gently down on the tip of his cock, I pushed my finger slowly into his tight ass. TJ moaned, threw his head back and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. As my finger worked deeper into his ass, TJ thrust his cock further down my throat. Suddenly, TJ moaned loud, and filled my mouth with his third load of cream. 

As TJ crawled down off the couch, he smiled at me. I sat back, feeling my pussy tingling again, wanting to be touched again. Another couple of minutes passed. The fourth quarter was starting as Tampa Bay ran in for another touchdown. This time, I stood and slipped my panties off. TJ pushed me back into the corner of the couch, opening my legs. Where the first time had been slow and easy, this time, TJ was aggressive. His mouth covered my pussy, sucking my nether lips into his mouth. I moaned and pushed up. Using two fingers to hold me open, TJ flicked his tongue up and down, around and around, my pussy and my clit. He ate me with an appetite I couldn’t resist. I was moaning, thrashing on the couch. 

TJ’s lips wrapped themselves around my hard clit, sucking as he slipped two fingers deep inside me. I was thrusting up to his mouth, begging him to eat me, to lick my fucking pussy. As his tongue was buried deep inside me, Tampa Bay intercepted Favre, running it back for a touchdown. TJ looked up at the tv then back at me. “Defensive touchdown. This calls for something different.”

Standing, TJ flipped me over, my ass in the air, my hands braced on the couch. I looked over my shoulder and couldn’t believe TJ was hard again. I moaned and pushed backwards as TJ slid his cock against my pussy. Entering me slowly, TJ stretched my tight hole, filling me. I moaned, gripping the couch as he fucked me. TJ grabbed hold of my jersey with one hand, using it to ride me from behind. With his other hand, he reached around and slipped his finger inside my pussy along side his cock. I felt so full, but I was about to feel even fuller.

As TJ pounded my pussy, fucking me faster and faster, I felt him slid his finger over my tight little asshole. As the tip of his finger slid inside me, TJ thrust his cock harder and harder into my pussy. We were both moaning, nearly screaming. I looked over my shoulder, begging him to fuck me harder. TJ rammed his cock and his finger into my holes, filling me, telling me how tight my fucking pussy was, how tight my little ass was. I felt my orgasm build again. I told him I was going to cum all over his cock. He pounded me harder and I erupted in a huge orgasm. TJ thrust into my pussy a few more times and then filled me. Pulling out, I felt his warm cream drip onto my ass. I collapsed on the couch and TJ collapsed next to me. 

Panting, we smiled and watched the end of the game. As the second game was getting ready to start, I looked over at TJ. “I pick New York.” TJ’s eyes brightened and his cock twitched. “God bless Sunday football.”



Sunday Afternoon Fun



I've never done anything like this before... but a lust has been building up inside of me for quite some time. Hope you enjoy :-)

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Sunday Afternoon Tease



He hated not being with her.

A note signed by both of them, held to the refrigerator by a magnet in the shape of a heart summed it for both of them.

"Your ass is mine on Sundays" Shay. Rick. 

He knew she would be home tomorrow. But he would be at work and the day was going to be so long waiting to get to her.

" I love you Baby, call me at the office as soon as your plane hits Canadian soil..." that was the last thing he said to her at the end of their morning phone call on Sunday.

He decided to take it easy all day.

Early afternoon he had entertained himself as long as he could. He grabbed a book and a glass of red wine and stretched out on the sofa. Was not long and he was in a deep sleep.

He didn't even hear the key in the door.

Shay walked into the den and spotted him. She was not surprised to see him lying there naked with a book on his chest and his glasses on his forehead. That picture is one she carried with her in her mind when she had to be away from him.

She could watch him for hours. His chest rising and falling with such ease. That's the same chest that she had known to rise and fall so out of control when they would be sharing their bodies and their minds pleasing one another. She would hear him gasp and moan as he released his seed into her. He would push into her as he pulled her into him so she could feel every jolt of his cock as it unloaded deep inside her. He loved watching her face as she accepted his seed.

As she stood at the door way thinking of him, without realizing, she had stepped out of her pumps and had her blouse unbuttoned half way. She could feel her excitement between her legs. She was wet just thinking of time with him.

Before she knew it she was standing there naked.

She quietly walked to the sofa and knelt down beside it. She positioned herself so she was just in line with his limp cock. She loved seeing him soft. It was truly something to behold to see him become hard in front of her. His limp cock lying in a nest of hair at the base of his shaft. Two shaved balls added to the picture that made her mouth water. She wanted him in her mouth. Sucking and licking him into total and complete hard.

She grabbed her hair so it would not touch him when she placed her head over his body. 

She quickly scooped his limp cock up with her lips without even touching him. She felt his body jerk and heard a gasp from his mouth, followed by a relaxing sigh. He didn't say a word. His body was saying all that needed to be said to his lady.

His foreskin was laying on her tongue. She could feel the engorged head pushing it's way through the foreskin. She begin to suck. At first she could maneuver the skin around his flaccid cock with her tongue. But quickly, as he hardened, her mouth was full of solid meat. Her head began to bob in a rhythm that was accommodating to his moves. 

She felt his hand touch the back of her head lightly.

She felt as if her mouth was being stretched so much. He was so thick and hard.

She could taste him. His precum was there on her tongue. She continued to take him.

She placed her little hand at the base of his cock, she tightened her grip. Then placing her other hand on his swollen balls. They wanted to be emptied.

Shay knew his time was close. He pumped into her mouth with an animal like growl that increased her need for him.

As he begin to gasp, "Shay... Shay... of fuck Baby...Shay..." she knew it was time. 

She pulled off of his cock and stood.

He grabbed his hard cock and began to stroke it..." what are you doin Shay?" He asked without missing a stroke. And his breathing was all rushed. 

She loved him like that. 

She watched as he tugged uncontrollably on his hard cock and ground his ass into the sofa "Come here Baby", he summoned in a nasty little voice, reaching for her with his free hand. 

"Uh Uh", Shay replied in her horny little way. " I'm not here yet. You hold that till tomorrow after work..." 

She walked away to unpack.

Locking the bedroom door behind her.

~to be continued~