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Distracted

By: C_FRISKY



A friend commented in passing that she liked to watch her neighbor, across the street. I loved the idea and decided to write this story in response to her fantasy. Thanks for the kind encouragement.  "C_FRISKY"

Gazing through the living room window Karen observes the sight she has come to relish of late. Taking a perch on the arm of the couch she smiles and watches attentively the neighbor's movements as he performs his pre-run stretching exercises. It's so wonderful to have such a hunk as a neighbor, she thought. 

He continued to bend and massage his lower extremities. Good god! She thought, look at those buns. Reaching down, she places a finger at the opening of her vagina. Gently, she begins to rub the clitoris. Watching intently as her neighbor begins to run down the street, gracefully, powerfully surging with each stride, he passes out of sight. 

Karen closes her eyes and imagines the lithe body of her neighbor warm and covered with a fine mist of perspiration pressed against hers. She rubs her clit more vigorously now. A tingling sensation emanating from her center begins a cascade of warm convulsions surging through her. She falls back onto the couch in a fetal position, clutching her finger tightly to her with her thighs, mewing like a kitten. 

Crain had been distracted lately; his wife had been tied up out west with details on a property her company had bought for an expansion project. Running was the best medicine for these lengthy separations so he was running more than he usually did. At the three mile mark he decided to turn around and head back. 

He loved the neighborhood they had moved into last month. A big upgrade from where they had lived before. And the neighbors were all so nice it was hard to imagine a better place to live and work. 

Crain worked at home for the most part. His job allowed him to develop software at home with an occasional trip to attend a conference or to implement a software package. Running was his escape from all the pressures of a home office, and now an alternative to the loneliness of separation. 

Running into his driveway, he continues to walk around in a circle, hands-on-hips, to cool off. After a few moments he begins to stretch his leg muscles, continuing his cool down ritual. Looking up he notices the neighbor woman across the street peering through the window in his direction. With a smile he waves, then turns and heads for the house and a shower.

Watching her neighbor return from his run Karen was struck with how often he seemed to run. It didn't seem right for someone to run so much. And where had his pretty wife been? She hadn't seen her in days. Just then she saw him wave in her direction. A warm flush of embarrassment washed over her, she had been caught peeping. "Oh god!" She gasped to herself. "He must think I'm a snoop."

The following morning Karen waited for him to begin his pre-run warm up keeping just out of sight behind a sheer lace curtain. As he began, he glanced noticeably toward Karen's window several times. Did he know she was watching? She wondered. Did he know what she was doing every morning? She was so embarrassed by the thought of him aware of her voyeurism she was unable to enjoy herself as she usually did. Upset with this disaffection she sobbed quietly and turned away to sadly begin her day without sexual satisfaction for the first time in weeks.

Burying herself in her art work was what Karen did best and today she redoubled her effort. Born a natural artist she expressed herself best this way. Often reclusive, she would paint for hours before taking a break. Today was like this. She painted for hours before she noticed the natural light dimming, sighing she cleans her brushes and palette and wanders into the kitchen for something to eat. 

All day she had been haunted by her neighbor waving and smiling at her the previous day, wishing he hadn't seen her, hadn't ruined the private little moment that she had become so reliant on for her sexual release. Longingly, she sobbed herself to sleep in the empty clutches of her desires. 

Crain had seen his neighbor before; she was cute, a few years older than he was, but very attractive. He thought it odd that he had not seen her today. He regularly saw her in the window on the mornings he ran. Why did he think it odd? He wondered. He found himself longing for the sight of her. Wondering what she was doing, where she was, why she hadn't shown up this morning. "I need some new thoughts." He said out loud, shaking his head. "I'm missing a woman I haven't even met." I can't wait for the wife to get home. He thought, dreamily, sitting down to the computer to begin the day's work.

As the evening drew close Crain yawned, and stretched his arms upwards relieving the stress of sitting at the computer terminal for so long. Hitting the save button, he turned the monitor off and got up to fix dinner. Batching it was not much fun at dinner time. Loneliness stalked him relentlessly at times like this, the memories of his wife flooding back into his consciousness. How she could cook, he thought. Fixing a plate of cold-cuts he moved to the living room to watch TV and eat. Afterward he went to bed, lonely and despairing of the empty bed beside him.

Waking in the morning, Karen got up, showered, and made her way to the car in the garage to run the errands that had piled up these last few weeks. Off she went with a purposeful air about her movements. Expecting to take most of the day with the things she had wanted to accomplish, she lost the motivation to continue rather early, became despondent, and decided to return home at about ten o'clock. 

Turning onto the broad avenue that leads toward home, she spied someone clutching a leg and rolling in apparent agony beside the road. Just a glance as she passed made her heart stop, her face flushed with terror and her mind raced with excitement. Mashing fiercely on the brake she screeched to a stop, rammed the car into reverse and lurched to the curb in front of her neighbor, writhing in obvious pain. 

Crain did not immediately recognize his neighbor as she got out of her car to assist him. 

"Oh you poor thing. Are you hurt?" Karen cried out in horror, assuming the worse. 

"I've got a terrible cramp in my leg." Crain responded, with teeth clenched in agony.

"Let's get you home." She asserted, taking control now.

She helped him into the waiting car, and then sped him toward home. As she approached the house she pondered which drive she should pull into. At the last moment she swerved into her drive, slammed the car in park, and rushed to open his door. His pleading that he would be alright at his house was met with indifferent neglect. She pulled him by the arm into a standing position, placed his arm over her shoulders and wrapped her arm around his waist, and began to drag him, hobbling, into the living room of her home.

Once inside she helped him to an overstuffed chair and placed an ottoman under the affected leg. "What happened?" She asked, concerned.

"I've been running more than usual and I think I'm dehydrated." He groaned.

"I've seen you running all the time. That can't be good for you, can it?" She said without thinking.

"You see me running?" He asked confused.

"Oh! Well… I… don't see you all the time. Just when you leave and return… I mean…I don't watch you, I just happen to…" She stuttered. 

"Oh god how embarrassing this is. I have watched you, and I enjoy seeing you in the mornings." She finally admitted.

Crain chuckled. "Is that what you were doing the other day when I waved?"

"Yes." She mumbled, lowering her face.

He reached forward, placing his hand on her chin, raising it to look into her eyes. What he saw was beautiful woman who desperately needed to be loved. Forgetting his cramp for the moment he gently leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. In a swift but sure motion she grabbed his face with both hands and returned his kiss with one of her own, this time fully on the lips.

Karen put her right hand on the back of his neck, as Crain gripped her bra-less breast through the fine fabric of her blouse. Karen let out a moan, and said, "I can't believe this is happening. I am getting so excited." 

Moving her backward onto the futon couch Crain continued the kiss. She put her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, a woman who was in new territory and just letting things happen. She was really getting hot. And Crain was really primed. He was breathing heavy and groaning. She was clearly very willing, almost liquid in her motions. 

It only took a few seconds to make the futon couch into a bed. Karen pulled the pillows on the bed back, and sat down on the bed. Karen pulled her blouse over her head and shimmied out of her skirt. She put her arms around Crain. 

She smiled, and tilted her head up to be kissed and they fused together for a long searching, probing embrace. She reached around behind herself to prop herself up on the pillows. She turned to face Crain. He reached up and ran his hands up the back of her legs, from her knees up to her thighs. 

She shivered and quivered, clearly in need of major contact. Crain stood up, running his hands from her lower back up her sides and ending on her breasts. He reached down to her hips, and grabbed her underwear, and in one fast motion, pulled them off. Sliding his hands down over her stomach, and finally running them down onto her pubic bone. She moaned and her hands began to search frantically for his male member.

Crain put his hands on her breasts, and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her hands were desperately searching for his maleness. She was completely naked now, and she was lost in a haze. She was completely his to play with. She was not thinking at all. Crain sat back down on the bed, with her lying between his legs, her breasts jutting out. 

While she watched, Crain leaned slowly forward and kissed under her nipples. With one hand under each breast, he suckled the nipples gently. Karen began to moan and gasp. She put her head back against the pillow and moaned louder, as Crain sucked each nipple and pulled the other. 

He began going back and forth, faster and faster, and working her breasts with his hands. She was transported to another place, and she began to tremble. Crain guided her over the futon, and she hitched herself across the mattress, so that she was sitting with her legs under her. 

She looked at Crain and said, "Please take off your clothes." 

Crain was out of his shirt in seconds, and he stripped his shorts and shoes off, in one motion. His cock popped out, and he said, "Oh God, Karen, you are just so beautiful, so wonderful, I want you so much."

He scrambled across the mattress and his long cock bobbed as he moved. His cock was long, maybe 8 or 9 inches, and it stuck straight out from him. The head was very dark, a deep purple. Karen looked at it with hunger. As he got close to her, she reached out and gripped his cock tight. She put the other hand around his neck, and he kissed her mouth hungrily. They stayed in that kiss for an interminable time, their tongues searching each other, her hand slowly rotating and stretching the skin of his cock in long slow pulls.

As she started to caress his balls and he rubbed the inside of her thighs, they began to lose track of time, and their heat continued to increase. It was clear that she was boiling hot. Her legs were apart and his hand was slowly easing up to her silky pussy hair. As his hand finally reached her pussy, she sucked in her breath and cried out, "Oh, Yes, Crain, Oh please." 

He was still in no hurry, though, while he lightly danced his fingers across her pussy lips. He ran his hand back and forth, with his fleshy fingertips pressed up against her wetness. She had her knees spread apart and his cock grasped in her hand. She was pulling his cock skin all the way over the end of his cock and then pushing back against his pubic bone, with a thump. Each time she pumped, Crain let out a grunt. Her pubic bone was grinding against his hand. Her smell filled the room. It caused both Crain to flare his nostrils and to savor the scent.

She dropped back on the bed, rolled over on her side, and he scooted over so that he was facing her, his cock against her stomach. She hung on to his cock, and he reached around her waist and put his open hand on the swell of her ass, pulling her against him. 

His cock was poking into her stomach and she was now moving her hips with smooth, intense rolls, holding him to her stomach in her fist. Her right leg began to come up over his side, so that her pussy was wide open for his hand. She was the universal female asking to be fucked. She was saying, oh please mount me. I'm wide open. 

Crain slowed his own humping of her stomach, and captured her face with both hands, while she held him. Almost sitting up, he slowly lowered his face down onto hers, and kissed her tenderly. He gave her a long slow, tonguing of her lips and her mouth. He began to suck on her lips and run his tongue in and out of her. 

Her noises got louder. She began to rock and shake. Her pussy was still only lightly caressed by Crain. She was close to an orgasm. Her thigh muscles were jerking and jumping. 

While Crain was kissing her, she went wild and began thrusting wildly with her pussy. She made animal noises, high pitched female noises, sounding desperate, and then she screamed, coming before he could even get two fingers in. She came all at once, while Crain had his tongue down her throat, and was sliding his two fingers into her. Her back snapped into an arch, pulling her face away from Crain, and her pussy squeezed down on his hand like she was grabbing his finger. She bucked and cried out, "Yes, Oh God, that's so good. Ah! I'm coming." 

He held on to her pussy and forced both fingers all the way in while she was coming. She responded with another back snap and another cry. She was out of control, just one enormous orgasm. He thrust at her pussy, causing more little screams and jerks. Crain's other hand was massaging the spot above her pelvic bone. 

As she was coming, Crain slid down lower on the bed, so that his cock could get between her legs. His fingers were inside her convulsing pussy and Crain's long cock slipped down to press against her bottom. It was the most elemental sensation imaginable. She needed him very badly. 

She was completely soaked with sweat, and he was leaking precum fluid. Crain let out a huge moan. His cock was so incredibly hard. He pushed hard and his pubic bone crushed against her moist pussy. 

Everything in the general area of Karen's pussy was soaking wet. She was sweating enough that she was glistening. As Crain rested his cock head partway inside her, he ran his fingertips around her ass hole. Karen quivered, and jerked back toward the pillow. Without any hesitation, he slid a finger inside her ass. 

She made an approving noise. Then uttering, "Oh, yes, I can't believe this. Please do me good."

With her on her left side, and with her right leg over his side, it was easy for her to see he had yet to fully enter her. As he started to push, she was still relaxed from her orgasm, and she opened her ass up with no resistance. His finger went in easily, and she wriggled in pleasure. Crain thrust further into her pussy, and impaled her from behind with his finger. Karen was mindless. She had arrived in heaven. 

Crain couldn't get all the way in with one thrust, so he stopped and gave her a chance to adjust and to push with him. They gradually pushed together, and he gave little jerks as tremors passed through her crotch. She squirmed and rotated and pushed, gasping for air. When they finally were joined all the way, he shoved his finger in as well. 

In the reflection from the polished sideboard she could see the base of Crain's cock, bumping against the opening of her vagina. At last, Crain was deep inside Karen. She was impaled like never before. She was babbling, with a kind of guttural laughing. Kind of like a huffing, stuttering sound. 

She was wide open and totally at his mercy. She just hung on to Crain. Rather than thrust wildly, he continued to push steadily up inside her as far as he could reach, until she let out a deep groan. 

"Oh my god, please do me now. Please do me now." She pleaded.

Crain began a slow withdrawal, then began to slowly slide back in. It just seemed natural, and they each began slow undulations, alternating with slow pushes back and forth inside her. 

She was completely beyond thought. Just being impaled and getting fucked like never before in her life. She was beyond any previous self-restraint. She was blissful. All their smells were mingled together, into one tangy, sweet aroma. They just floated in a mutual sexual haze.

Crain was very happy, and his thrusts began to take on their own life. Karen felt it building, and so did Crain. She began to moan and Crain plunged faster and faster. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her teeth showing. Her breasts were bobbing, her back arched, as Crain plunged harder and harder. 

She was crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, ah." Her noises were getting higher pitched. 

They came for what seemed like several minutes, and they lay together, shaking and jerking. For a while, they lay motionless, just getting their composure. Crain withdrew, and let Karen fall back on the mattress. As she collapsed against the futon, Crain plopped out of her, with a trail of semen reaching from his softening cock head to her furry entry. 

He rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed him back passionately, with hunger. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and she was totally absorbed in her feelings. Crain flopped back and then rolled over to give her a second kiss, which she returned with the same hunger that she had just kissed him.

They pass out. 

Sometime in the afternoon Crain awoke to Karen enticing his male member to life once again. 'Once more into the breach' he thought, as he returned her love.

Later, as he readied for bed, the phone rang. Crain's wife sounded apologetic as she explained that unexpected complications were keeping her from returning on time. Crain was very understanding of her plight, and assured her he would be alright for a few more days. Smiling to himself, he was glad that she was delayed. He had found a distraction, a wonderful distraction indeed.

Distracted By the Tutor



Reader alert... in the interest of fair disclosure let me explain that while this is a gay male story please note that near the end readers will find a long row of ...........................

Beyond that point which comes halfway down on the second page the story takes a brief turn where it stops being a gay story. If readers do not wish to read anything other that gay material they should stop there and consider the story finished, judging it on the merits to that point.

I respect and appreciate my readers too much to sneak any surprises on you so please take this into account should you decide to read beyond the period line since it is different than the rest of the story. 

Thanks and enjoy. 

***

My mother thought she was doing me a favor by getting me a tutor, and in a way she did because I did raise my grade enough so that my Math score got decent enough for the rest of my really good grades to get me onto the honor roll. 

Most guys wanted a car or something lavish for their eighteenth birthday present but since Dad was gone it wasn't like we were all that flush. Besides, I don't know how Mom was even able to afford to pay for the tutor, but then again she had managed to stretch a buck well enough for us to live decently so I guess it's a talent.

The real favor was getting to meet Aaron, a bespectacled graduate student with skin of a mocha hue and a modest Afro, and although black folks were scarce in our neck of the woods back in the 70's somehow Mom had found this scholarly looking 25 year old African-American to mentor me. Mentor me, he did.

***

I sat in my room waiting for Aaron, my math tutor, and all I could hope for was that this second session wouldn't be as embarrassing as the initial one the week before was.

It was awkward from the start for me, because in our part of upstate New York, black people were rather scarce (and this was the early 1970's when the term black was usually used) and while I wasn't scared of Aaron, who was about my height and weight and almost as nerdy looking, he was different than the people I was used to.

For his part Aaron did his best to be pleasant and friendly, seeming to understand my nervousness, and he did a lot of touching while he worked with me. His hand on my arm or on my shoulder as he tried to get me to be less dense about Math was meant to support me but only made me more nervous.

It was around that time when I figured out that I wasn't like most of the other guys. I loved girls, or at least that was what I claimed, but the fact was that I liked girls well enough but when it came to being attracted to them they usually left me rather cold.

That wasn't the same as what I felt when an elderly man gave me a lift one day when I was hitchhiking. When I ended up at my destination later I knew my life would never be the same.

The problem was that not only was I not all that handsome and had definite issues regarding self-esteem when it came to my body, I was also shy. Painfully so, so while Aaron's hand on my neck kneading softly was meant to get me to relax, it did the opposite.

Still and all, things would have been different if Aaron's hadn't asked if I had another protractor. I told me I did and it was in the drawer he was sitting next to. When Aaron tried to open the drawer it stuck, as it was prone to do from time to time, but when it jerked open something from the back of the deep shelf slid forward.

"What the?" I heard Aaron say, and while I was deep in thought while trying to solve a problem I was working on, when I saw what Aaron had taken out of the drawer I freaked out.

"Here you go," Aaron chuckled as he handed me the protractor instead of the dog-eared paperback book he had found. 'Well well, Timmy. Your mother know about your reading tastes?"

"Let me have it," I said as I unsuccessfully reached for the book, but after a brief game of keep-away I gave up and pretended I didn't care, even making up some cockamamie story about finding the book and having no interest in the lurid contents.

In fact I had bought that book and another one like it as soon as I was old enough to legally get into a porn shop down in the city. The other book like it was gone forever, with me having "loaned" it to this guy in the neighborhood in exchange for him letting me suck his cock in the woods.

The one Aaron was holding, which was a paperback book with grainy black and white photos, had a brief story line that explained that these two guys were sailors who were "more than friends". That happened to be the title of the book but the pictures left no doubt the two guys were sure way more than friends.

The two guys were not very handsome but the pictures were pretty graphic and the way the pages were curling was a testimony to how much I had read the book and how much I had gotten for my money in buying it. The fact that one of the guys was black did not go unnoticed by Aaron either.

"I'm not a kid," I insisted when Aaron kept asking me if my Mom knew about my tastes. "I'm 18 you know."

"You don't look it, but what I meant is about her knowing that you're a homosexual," Aaron asked, and although I told him that it was just a coincidence that the people in the book were men and I really dug girls, the way he looked at me suggested he thought I was a full of shit as I truly was.

"Nothing wrong with it, you know," Aaron concluded as he leafed to the back of the book and handed it to be, adding, "Too bad they didn't use a brother with better equipment."

I didn't know what he meant by that because the black dude had a big penis - bigger than his white photo partner - but Aaron had moved on.

"You dig black guys?" Aaron asked. "Or, as your mother would say, Negroes?

"NO!" I said sharply, and he laughed at that response as well as my backtracking when I amended that to say that black guys were cool and all and mumbled more about my sexuality being misunderstood.

Our tutoring session ended shortly afterward, and after Aaron left I locked my bedroom door and did what I did best at that time, the fact that Aaron seemed to think I was gay not fazing me much at all.

***

The next tutoring session had me on pins and needles but it was all business, at least at the start. Aaron's tutoring efforts had been helping me start to catch on to some things that had eluded me up until then, and when I mentioned that success toward the end of the hour he just shrugged.

"It's why I'm here," Aaron said as he stood up and went over to my bookcase and looked at the titles. "You have any more porn, Timmy?"

"No," I said while my face burned.

"Too bad," Aaron replied as he pulled a book off the shelf and leafed through it.

It was then that I noticed something that would have been tough to miss with him standing a few feet in front of me like that.

Aaron was wearing snug fitting bell-bottom jeans, and while I had already noticed his butt before, this front angle was even more revealing, and it had me blowing my breath up my face to cool me off.

I could see his cock or the outline of it, and the bulge snaked down to the left of the fly of the denim and the inside of his thigh. I could even see the outline of the head of his dick, for crying-out-loud!

"Something wrong?" 

Aaron's voice snapped me out of my trance, and when I looked up and saw his bemused expression while glancing at me from over the book it was obvious that he was well aware of what I was staring at.

"Sorry," I mumbled while trying to go back to the problem on the book instead of Aaron.

"No you aren't," he chuckled.

"Those jeans - they don't leave much to the imagination," I explained.

"I guess you're right," Aaron agreed, but then after he put the book back he walked around the table and came up beside me. "I think your Mama got a look at it too. Maybe that's why she almost walked into the wall before when she let me in. Is this better? Oh, that's right. You aren't gay."

"What are trying to do?" I asked.

"Trying to reward you for your hard work," Aaron said. "You deserve a break, so if there's something you want to do, go ahead. I sure won't stop you."

"My Mom..."

"What about her?" Aaron asked. "She looks like she hasn't gotten some in a while but I was getting a vibe like you wanted something of mine." 

"But what if she comes in?"

"She won't. Besides, I locked the door."

"You did?" I asked, and when I looked around Aaron I could see that he had turned the lock. "I've only been with a few guys guys."

"Then I guess I'll be another of the guys," Aaron said as he stood there waiting for me to move.

I did eventually, swiveling in the chair and reaching up to fiddle with his belt, but Aaron stopped me and told me to unzip him and pulled it out through the fly.

"I'm not wearing underwear, so you should have no problem.

I nodded, although I didn't think it would be easy to take his stiff dick out like that. That wasn't the case though, because after I pulled the zipper down and reached in with the back of my hand brushing through his kinky pubic hair, I learned that he wasn't hard. Not even close.

That bulge I had been staring at was pretty flaccid, and after I grabbed the spongy shaft and coaxed it out of the snug confinement, what was hanging out of that open fly was close to 6" of thick ebony manhood, and who knows what more inside the jeans.

"Holy shit," I mumbled as I gawked at the imposing uncut cock with a mixture of fear and awe.

"It's just a cock," Aaron said with his hands on his hips. "You've got one too, don't you?"

"Not like this," I said in the understatement of the year as I looked at the fat vein that ran down the top of the shaft.

"Well, if all you're going to do is look at it..."

I nodded and reached up to take hold of it again, and as I raided it I couldn't get over how heavy it was. Rubbery too I discovered as I pulled on it gently and watched it stretch out even longer. Clearly, this monster was going to get even bigger when it got hard.

"That's it," Aaron sighed when I finally opened my mouth and took in the shrouded crown of his cock. "Look up at me Timmy."

I did as I was told, and Aaron smiled as he ran his hand through my hair and asked me whether black cock tastes different than white. I shook my head while he guided my face further down the shaft.

"That a boy. Suck that cock. Make it big and hard."

My lips had only managed to moisten about half of Aaron's tool, and as it swelled that percentage was going to go down. My lips were making the foreskin slide up and down as well, exposing the plump head which was the color of a plum and not too much smaller either.

In front of me was a little of Aaron's crinkly pubes and about half of his stiffening cock, but when I started to reach out to grab the veiny shaft he brushed my hand away.

"Just use your mouth Timmy," Aaron explained. "Gotta get going here so..."

With that Aaron held my head in his hands and started to thrust his lower torso at me, in effect fucking my skull.

"Aw!" he cried out, and then I felt him erupt in my mouth, spraying his load while his manhood pulsed and twitched away.

I managed not to choke on it and let the seed roll down my throat as he finally stopped cumming. I kept sucking on Aaron as he went limp in my mouth, only stopping when he pulled it out.

"Damn good for a novice," Aaron declared as he tucked his limp snake back in his jeans and patted me on the head. "You'll get better too with practice. Tomorrow night?"

"You going now?" I asked as I followed him to the door.

"Gotta run," he declared as he turned the knob, but stopped when he looked down and saw that the front of my slacks were tented out, and there was also a wet spot right at the end of the very modest tent. "Oh my, don't let your Mom see that. Here."

Aaron reached down and grabbed my boner through my slacks and briefs and squeezed it - hard.

"Little fella, huh Timmy?" Aaron chuckled, but I was too busy cumming to let the remark affect me.

I was almost doubled over as Aaron's hand seemed to be trying to crush my dick, and I fell up against him as an incredible orgasm roared through my loins and took an amazingly long time to end.

"You okay man?" Aaron asked as I straightened up and took his hand off of my crotch, looking down at the result of his touch. "Damn, you cum in quarts!"

I didn't know about the quart part but the front of my slacks now had a wet stain about the size of a dinner plate covering the front.

"Tomorrow dude," Aaron said, and with that he unlocked the door and left.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Wells," I heard Aaron exclaim. "Just finished up."

I exhaled, glad that Mom hadn't been a minute earlier, but as they chatted about my progress I realized that she was going to come in here next and the sight of me in these cum-soaked pants would be tough to explain.

Scrambling around the table, I managed to sit down behind the desk just in time before she popped in while she was exclaiming how happy she was to see I was making such improvement.

"My, it's musty in her," Mom sniffed as she inhaled the semen fumes of both of our orgasms, and as she went over to open the window she gushed about Aaron and how polite he was and not only handsome but so intelligent too for a Negro.

"Black, Mom," I corrected her after she dropped the n-word of the times - Negro. "If you have to call him anything besides Aaron for some reason." 

"I keep forgetting," Mom said as she left my room with her voice trailing away, "...Although he's not really black, he's more of a mahogany or maybe..."

"Good grief," I mumbled. "You're going to drive me crazy."

Then again, the more I thought about it, I was 18 and if I didn't like it I could leave. That financially unpleasant prospect put that thought out of my head, so as I peeled off my spunky slacks I let my mind go back to a far more pleasant thought. Aaron.

***

Under the covers I was having trouble sleeping. It had been one hell of a night, and what Aaron had said about tomorrow night had me wishing the clock would spin faster. Finally, not wanting to mess the sheets I climbed out of bed and retreated to the bathroom to get rid of my problem.

After locking the door, I dropped my pajamas and lifted the toilet seats like I had a thousand times before and took my erection in hand.

Little fella. That was what Aaron had called my dick when he had grabbed it but heck, I bet most of the world was little compared to what Aaron was blessed with. I wished I had seen him without his pants on so I could tell how big his cock was. He had to be 8 or 9 inches long, so compared to him I was small.

No, I admitted to myself as I looked down at what my thumb and index finger were holding. I was small period. Countless peeks in the showers at other guys back in high school and at urinals had made that pretty obvious, and my growing years had already passed. Que Sera Sera, I hummed while wishing I could be Aaron for a day at least.

I came picturing Aaron and that magnificent cock of his, and after I made sure that my mess was cleaned I flushed it down twice to make sure. Sleep came easy when I got back to my room.

***

Giving Aaron head became a regular part of our routine, the final act of our hour-long session, and as Aaron had predicted I got better each time. The affection however was one-sided. To put it bluntly, Aaron would come and go.

He did start taking his jeans off though, and that only made me hornier. His smooth ebony skin and the rippling muscles along his sleek torso was about as erotic as it got, and seeing all of those treasures was great eye candy for me.

Aaron had rather small balls though, not all that much different than mine. He did have a cock that was 9.83" long when erect however. I found that out one night when I asked him how long it was and he claimed he didn't know.

"Measure the thing if you want," Aaron suggested while waving at the many pieces of equipment there on the desk, so I did.

I announced the precise measurement, and instead of being happy he claimed that he was way bigger than that, proving my suspicion that he knew the dimensions of his cock all along and simply got off having me measure him and then my oohing and ahhing all over it, which I was glad to do. 

"Here," Aaron said while squeezing the base of his dick and straining so hard the head was looking ready to pop. "There you go! 11 inches!"

"That's cheating," I said.

"Bullshit. How big is yours, Timmy?"

"About 6"," I claimed.

"Bullshit."

"You never saw it. Heck, you only touched it through my pants that one time," I reminded Aaron.

"Didn't feel like no 6"," Aaron maintained.

"How come you never touch me?" I asked, and the question seemed to shock Aaron because I wanted him to do to me what I enjoyed doing to him. "I mean really touch me."

"You're just a kid."

"I'm 18."

"You aren't really my type, Timmy. No offense. You're a good looking dude and I like you but just not that way. I dig guys more like - me I guess."

"You mean black guys or guys with big cocks?"

"Black guys," Aaron said in a matter-of-fact manner. "Black guys and white women."

"Oh. You like girls too."

"Sure. You said you did too right? Just personal preference."

"I was hoping that we would become - you know?"

"Afraid not, besides, I won't be going here much more. Tomorrow night is it."

"Huh?"

"Your Mom said that your grades have gone up so much and she really can't afford it, so tomorrow night is it."

"Shit," I sighed, and it struck me that I had really fallen for the guy despite knowing he wasn't all that enamored with me.

"Hey, tomorrow night we'll have a party," Aaron said. 

"Maybe Mom can bake a cake," I said sarcastically.

"No need," Aaron said as he waved his semi-turgid cock at me. "Now before I go."

It was a bittersweet moment - not Aaron's semen which creamy and delicious as usual - but realizing as I sucked his cock passionately that I wouldn't be doing this anymore.

"Tomorrow night Timmy," Aaron said after getting his pants back on, and I walked out in the hall with him as Mom approached.

"Oh, and tomorrow night, if you want," Aaron said after Mom had turned away, but not before she had clucked and fawned over him while paying him.

He whispered the rest of it for my ear only, and when I heard it I stood there in shock for a second before nodding okay.

"Looking forward to it?" he asked.

"Yeah," I mouthed, not really sure whether I was or not.

***

There was very little Math involved in our last session, since our last session was going to involve one equation and that was one plus one. Aaron's cock, 9.83 or 11 inches, whichever measurement you want to use, into one anus. Mine.

There was little romance involved. Once Aaron got to my room he locked the door and stripped down. If my mother ever got the inclination to come up with milk and cookies, like she had once early in Aaron's tutoring, I would be fucked in more ways than one but as I looked at Aaron naked I realized it was worth the risk.

Although his facial features continued to resemble the studious bookworm he was and much of his physique was not much more impressive than my own, you wouldn't spend much time lamenting his lack of bulging biceps and pecs when that magnificent cock was in sight.

As I gazed in awe at his body it struck me that I was going to have to take my clothes off and while this was something I had fantasized about often since Aaron started tutoring me, actually getting naked in front of him was now intimidating.

Not that my body was all that horrible but there was an area where I was very inferior to Aaron and now he was going to see for himself what he had already deduced from that brief grope through my clothing.

To make it worse, my erection was disappearing as I disrobed so that by the time I was naked my dick was trying to crawl up into my intestines as it often did in times of stress and fear.




Distracted By the Tutor



Aaron laughed. To be honest he really didn't laugh but his smile grew wider when he saw my meager endowment, but just when my magical moment was about to turn into a nightmare he wrapped his arms around me when I think he saw my hurt expression.

"We're going to have a good time, you and me Tim," Aaron assured me as his hands cupped my bottom. "You got a cute ass on you."

Not only were his words reassuring but the way we were rubbing against each other down below was even better. It was a sword fight of sorts as our cocks ground together and although it was a flesh duel where I was clearly over-matched, when I glanced down and saw his mocha monster drubbing my pale dick it looked even better than it felt and I was hard almost instantly.

"You know what I want," Aaron said as he eased me down to my knees, and the fact that it was what I wanted too made it even better.

I made oral love to his cock as if it was the last time, which I suspected it probably would be. My lips slid up and down that sleek tool as my hand worked the rest, churning his nuts as well while I gobbled as much of his lengthening shaft that I could, my eyes catching his hand reaching into his pants pocket for lube as I got him hard.

Aaron helped me up as he squirted a load of gel into my palm, instructing me to get him greased up good for our mutual pleasure, and after I had his now erect phallus slick he put me on my knees on my bed.

Raising my hips as high as he could so my ass was fully presented to him, his greased finger spun into my ass and after he forced a second digit into me for a bit he declared it was time. Standing on the bed and crouched over me, I felt him push the fat knob of his manhood into me like he was drilling for oil.

"Damn, you're tight," Aaron hissed as his mocha monster encountered some resistance at first. "Relax. You sure you took it up the ass before?"

I nodded, unable to speak because I had made a preemptive effort to keep quiet by stuffing my t-shirt into my mouth, and that was a good thing because it hurt when the ridge of his glans finally popped in but after that he slid in deep.

"Oh yeah," Aaron sighed as he began doing squat thrusts over me, probing me deeper and harder with each thrust and as the pain and pleasure ratio increased in my favor his tempo increased.

Now Aaron was also on his knees behind me, his breathing sounding like a locomotive as he kept telling me how tight I was and asking me whether I liked it and whether I was too big for him.

"It's so big I can't believe it but I love it," I said, having already figured out what guys like to hear and knowing Aaron relished not only being so well endowed but enjoying being so much larger than me and sensing my envy of him.

"You're taking almost all 11 inches too," he snapped.

"Can't believe it," I gasped as his fist grabbed my hair and pulled my head gently backwards. "I love your big black cock."

"I can tell," Aaron grunted as his now sweaty flesh slapped against mine and the hand that was full of my scalp was now moving, and as he reached around and groped beneath me he learned how much I really did like it.

Aaron was touching me. For the first time his hand touched my dick, and after he found my manhood stiff and curled up toward my stomach he took it between his thumb and index finger and started yanking on it hard while his own cock went into overdrive.

I was so happy feeling Aaron touch me, and when I lifted my head out of the bedding and saw his mocha hued fingers pulling on my pale dick the sight was even better than the feel. I came - way too fast but oh so good - and even after I came and then went limp in his grasp Aaron kept pulling on me.

It actually started to hurt a little as he stretched and yanked my now dead dick in the same rough and brisk tempo in which he was probing my ass, but I so savored his touch that I didn't complain and instead enjoyed the discomfort.

Aaron was like a machine, relentlessly pounding into me for an amazing fourteen minutes, a fact I knew because I was staring at the clock on my night table both at the beginning and at the end. Eventually it had to end, but he kept his cock inside of me long after coating my bowels with his hot seed until it finally slithered out on its own.

"You okay my man?" Aaron asked as he patted my back. "Gotta use the bathroom. Think I got a date later."

Aaron put on some of his clothes, enough to make sure he was okay if my nosy Mom was wandering around upstairs, and after he left I got up unsteadily. I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass and I was tempted to reach back and see if my anus was still wide open but I was afraid to find out so instead I just clenched my butt and put my clothes on for when Mom made her final appearance.

I peeked out into the hall and heard my mother humming along downstairs, and that was a comfort to me because this had been a perfect night and I didn't want it ruined. Aaron came back to my room, looking as fresh and nerdy as usual, sort of like Clark Kent after being Superman in the sack with me.

We did a little math work although my mind was elsewhere. I wanted to tell him how I felt but was chicken, mostly because he didn't feel that way about me and had been honest about that. What I considered making love was something he just considered fucking and I had to deal with the fact that I was just another fuck toy in what was probably a long list of them.

"That was good Tim," Aaron said before leaving. "Hope it was for you too."

"It was," I said. "Gonna miss you coming around."

"Me too," he admitted. "We all got what we wanted. "You got better in math and I got a lot of good head. Nice ass too."

"Anytime you want more of it," I said as I heard my mother coming up the steps.

"Hey, I'm always available. Do lousy in some course in the fall and get your mother to get me to come back," Aaron said as Mom knocked before ducking in.

"You fellows all wrapped up?" Mom clucked, looking so corny and domestic in her plaid house-dress and apron, her white ankle socks making her look so square.

"Yes ma'am," Aaron said politely as he rose, his freshly washed dick bulging in his slacks as it prepared for his next conquest. "Tim has improved so much. You should be proud of him."

"Oh, I think you deserve a lot of the credit," Mom gushed, batting her eyes and acting giddy while looking a lot like Alice the housekeeper on The Brady Bunch. "You've had such a positive influence on Timothy."

"Mom..." I whined, not sure whether I hated her calling me Timothy as much as I did watching her being so honky around Aaron.

"Oh hush now Timothy," Mom said to me. "Well, come downstairs Aaron and I'll settle up with you."

"And open the window and air this room out honey," Mom said before leaving with my tutor. "Smells musty, and you didn't even make your bed today. What am I to do with him Aaron?"

"He's a good kid," Aaron was saying as the door closed behind them, leaving me alone.

"I made the bed Mom before Aaron messed it up while fucking me," I whispered in a mocking tone as I breathed in the odor that was not musty but a combination of sweat and cum that I wanted to savor.

I looked out the window and saw Aaron's car out in the street knowing that it was probably going to be the last time, and that the aching in my bottom would be the one and only time he ever caused it. As I looked at the car I wanted to go out and tell him I was his for anything he wanted to do to me. Anything.

.............................................

I went out to the hallway and listened to the two of them, and although I couldn't really make out what they were saying I was sure whatever it was it was about me. Mom was likely babbling about how proud she was about my progress and Aaron was probably trying not to roll his eyes while waiting patiently for his money.

They were at the front door, with Mom following my lover as he slowly made his escape and I tiptoed down after the door closed with both of them outside. 

Nosy guy I am, I tried to follow the conversation as they walked along the front of the house toward the driveway, praying that Mom wouldn't start making a fool of herself by gushing about how sorry she felt for the plight of Negroes in the country or other goofy shit that she said sometimes to prove how well-meaning and kind-hearted she was.

I was tempted to go out and rescue Aaron but instead decided to sneak out the back door and maybe catch Aaron as he got into his car, if Mom ever let him go that is. I could apologize and maybe suck his cock one last time in the car before sneaking back inside and jerking off for the rest of the night.

Working my way around to the area between our house and the detached garage, I stopped dead in my tracks because my mother was taking Aaron into the garage through the side door. At first I thought she was roping my tutor into doing some chore in the garage but this couldn't be because I had cleaned the place last weekend so she could get the car in there.

It took me a minute to get around to the back of the garage, but when I did get to the window and looked in I wasn't sure whether I was glad the lighting was dim or not.

Aaron was kissing my mother, and judging by the way the shoulder strap of her house-dress was hanging down leaving her big floppy tit hanging out for his black hand to maul, they hadn't wasted a minute.

In a move that I had experienced plenty of times myself I watched Aaron easing my Mom down to her knees on the concrete floor that I had busted my ass de-greasing last Sunday and he had moved his pants and briefs down to his knees.

Mom and Aaron were little more than silhouettes, with her face bobbing forward and backward as she sucked his cock, a weapon that had been in my rectum a half hour ago. Was this this "date" Aaron had spoken about that had him go wash his cock after doing me? Was this just an impromptu thing?

A better question would have been exactly what was my mother doing? I mean, the old man had long ago deserted us but she went on dates sometimes. This wasn't a date though. This was a middle aged woman throwing herself at a guy less than half her age, sucking his cock in a smelly garage like a tramp. I was disgusted.

I was also hard. My dick - sporting a nasty bruise caused by Aaron's rough handling of it - had no conscience and neither did I apparently because watching my Mom and my tutor engaged in this crude behavior turned me on. I got turned on watching Mom trying to suck that gigantic cock and when he hauled her to her feet and bent her over the hood of our old Mercury Comet, forgive me but that turned me on even more.

Mom's apron was off and her old lady white panties were down around her ankle socks. She had hiked her dress up over her waist and he was taking her from behind, and doing it every bit as roughly as he had taken me, only in a different place. The car was rocking and although the garage window was closed I could hear Mom grunting each time he thrust his massive manhood deep into where I had emerged 18 years ago.

Aaron didn't last as long as he had with me but judging by the moan Mom let out shortly before Aaron stopped pounding into her, he lasted long enough. I left the window after Aaron had pulled away from Mom and they were pulling their clothes back on.

They had cum and so had I, the evidence of my imagined disgust dribbling on the siding of the garage. I debated whether to ambush Aaron out at the car before he left, demanding to know how he had the nerve to do that to my Mom, but instead I snuck back upstairs because he hadn't done anything to her that she didn't want.

Mom wanted it, and she deserved some pleasure in her life too, although I wished she had found somebody else instead of my "lover". I also wondered whether she had paid him for his services in the garage too but decided I didn't want to know.

Aaron's car left soon after I got back upstairs, and although Mom tried to sneak in I heard the slight click of the door, mainly because I was at the door listening. I waited a little while, listening to Mom humming along with Frank Sinatra or somebody similar until I went down to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a drink.

"That Aaron is such a fine young man," Mom said, and although she looked a little frazzled there really wasn't any evidence of what had just taken place except for a little redness on her knees. "If we could afford it I would have him keep coming here, you know that don't you honey?"

"I know Mom," I said, adding, "He did what we needed him to do."

"I love you honey," Mom said as I walked past with my soda, and when she kissed me on the lips - only a peck - the fact that both of our lips had been on the same big black cock in the last hour was not lost on me.

Neither was the reality of his semen having filled us as well, and I wondered whether his cum was seeping out of Mom's pussy like it seemed to be doing out my back door.

I'm not especially proud of going upstairs and jacking off again in the shower with the image of Aaron in my mind, but I did and I would many times that night and in the weeks to come and he was with me in all of those flights of fantasy along with my Mom.

This wouldn't be the last time that my mother and I shared lovers in such a way, but those are tales I've told before and I regret none of those either.

***

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Distracted in the Office



Katie was my new secretary. Her desk was at a right angle to mine so that she sat side on to me right in my field of vision as I tried to get on with my work. This I found quite hard because Katie could be a little distracting. Although her clothes made a nod to the professional, it was a little, how shall I say, slutty. Mind you she was the kind of girl who could have made twin sets and floral prints look slutty. She had long, dirty blonde hair and tits like boulders, the kinds of tits that would stand out from behind any kind of top and put sex on you brain. She also those pouty little lips that seemed made for no purpose other than to wrap around some lucky guys cock and suck his brain's out.

Yes, nature had given Katie the body of a slut. But what God had given Katie had perfected. Today was unusual in that she wasn't showing any cleavage. Most days I'd have to try my damnedest to keep my eyes away from the valley of breasts as they lay half exposed under her shirt. Once I'd been able to see her black bra peeking out from the white cotton as it pushed her twin mounds of flesh together in the most eye catching way imaginable. It was even worse as she leaned over my desk to show me a client letter or an invoice, her tits thrust into my face, inviting me to gaze down under the fabric which hung away from her body so that I could see the full shape of her large breasts straining against her bra. As she talked to me of mundane billing matters, I could imagine how her breasts would swing free if released from her bra. They would seem to fill my entire field of vision and there were times when my mind would be so full of them that it seemed entirely natural that they should be swinging free, that Katie would take off her bra as she leaned close to, so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek. That instead of getting her answer and going back to her desk she'd carry on leaning over even further, stick her tits in my face so I could lick and nibble on her nipples, feel them harden in my mouth. Having down that she would then lower her heavy breasts onto my cock, now miraculously free of my pants and rub them against it, push her titties into my cock and massage it until she'd pull away just as I came so I'd spray my seed all over those dirty great boobs. 

Today instead she was wearing a tight pink sweater that came up to her neck. No cleavage was showing at all but the tightness of the sweater left very little to the imagination. But what was stopping me concentrating on the Johnson report was her skirt. Normally she'd go for plain trousers, focusing most of the attention on her chest. Although there were times when she bent over to look at some files that I could see the outline of her perky little arse straining through the fabric or the line of a g-string poking out over the top. I could feel my cock stirring against my leg as images came unbidden of me standing behind her, slipping her trousers and panties off over her hips, exposing her bare arse, feeling that cute little bottom pushed against my pelvis as I slid my hard, quivering cock into her tight, wet little pussy, fucking her hard from behind while she braced herself, bent over the filing cabinet groaning with delight as I shot my load deep inside her. In reality of course I'd just sit there fidgeting awkwardly hoping I wouldn't get called away from my desk before my hard-on subsided.

The skirt she had on today was little more than a belt, barely even covering her white cotton panties, panties that I had seen flashing at me twice already as she crossed and re crossed her long legs, legs that I could just imagine spread wide open as I fucked her, her pussy warm and inviting as I filled it with my cock thrusting into her, my pelvis rubbing against her clit, her moaning as I brought us both to a climax. Today those legs were covered in sheer black stockings while suspenders stretched over an inch or two of exposed thighs, thighs that she should be pressing hard against my head as I bury my face in her pussy, sucking her clit and drinking her juices while she comes in my mouth.

I'd had a hard-on all morning and couldn't even concentrate as my boss came in to talk about the Johnson affair. He'd shut the door so it must be serious. I could tell her was agitated about it but my eyes kept on slipping over to Katie all the same, travelling up her bare thighs and hoping to get another glimpse of panty. Although Katie kept her legs crossed I got far more of a show then I could have hoped for. I turned to look back at Allen unsure how to react, Allen had his back to Katie and couldn't see what she was up to, couldn't see her hand slipping in between her legs and rubbing up against where her pussy had to be. Katie's other hand was on the mouse and she was staring hard at her monitor but there could be no doubt that she was getting herself off. I could see her breathing came fast and shallow as she struggled not to make a noise, her chest expanding making her tits stand out even more against her pink top.

My dick was like a rock now and I had no idea what Allen was talking about. Fortunately he didn't seem to expect much from me and eventually he left. As he turned away Katie's hand shot out from between her legs only just before he could see her. This was just as well because before leaving Allen paused for a moment to look at Katie and it was quite clear that I wasn't the only one she had an effect on.

He clearly had something on his mind and I guessed it wasn't just the Johnson business because he closed the door behind him as he left. Normally doors were left open, closed ones meant private business and were generally avoided. I turned to Katie to ask her to open it but stopped as I saw her looking at me in a way she never had before. She was still a little pink from playing with herself and she fixed me with an expression flirty, naughty but direct. Still keeping my gaze fixed in hers she pushed her chair back from her desk and swung around to face me so I could see her in full view now. I thought she was going to slide her fingers under her white cotton panties and finish what she'd started, fucking herself while I watched. 

Instead she put both hands on her breasts and pressed them together, pushing her chest forward and tilting her head back as she rubbed them rhythmically together. She uncrossed her legs but lifted one knee up a fraction so that she could rub her thighs together as she massaged her breasts through her tight top. Her attention may have been firmly on her tits but she was working her stockinged legs in a way that I knew wouldn't make her come but would just keep her pussy wet and stimulated, ready for whatever the hell she was going to do next. I couldn't believe this, my cock almost hurt now it was so hard bulging through my trousers wanting to be free, wanting to be fucking my secretary in her skimpy little skirt.

Stopping playing with her tits she brought her head back down to look at me again. She took hold of her top just above her skirt and started to pull it up, exposing her tight little belly. I could see that she had a tattoo of a rose just by her belly button. She paused as she held her top rucked up under her breast. I wasn't sure if the show was over. I hoped to God it wasn't but I didn't see how much further it could go, not here at any rate. I was just about to suggest we get a hotel room and spend the lunch hour locked in the 69 position so that I could taste her sweet pussy while she licked my cock and sucked my balls. As her boss I would have to insist that the skirt and suspenders stayed on while she lost everything else, pressing her titties into my business suit while she swallowed my length, licking the head of my penis til she was ready to swallow what I gave her.

As I opened my mouth so speak she put one finger to her lips to indicate that I shouldn't say a word. It was also to let me know that I may be the boss but she was one in control. If she wanted her pussy licking she'd let me know. Even if she wanted bending over the desk while I banged her roughly from behind, her panties twitched to one side, she'd still be the one in charge, even as her body shuddered from the force of my cock driving hard and deep into her tight, wet little holes.

She opened her legs, the tiny skirt riding up so I could see right in between her legs, see how wet her panties were. She had even smeared herself a little on the black leather of her brand new executive chair. Suddenly she'd taken her top completely off and let it drop in a little heap beside her. Her lacy black bra that I had only glimpsed before pushed her tits out so as they stood to attention, even bigger then they'd seemed, the pink rounds of her aureoles clearly visible peeking through the lace. I wanted more than anything to go over there and suck and nuzzle on those titties, free them from her bra and let her boobs swing in my face, enveloping me. I knew that this simple wasn't on however and that if I took any form of initiative it might all be over.

Next she moved her hands down to her thighs, pulling the skirt all the way back and hitching her thumbs in the sides of her panties. Balancing on her elbows she hoist her arse off the chair so that she could peel her panties off her hips. As she did so she moved her thighs up and round, one slightly higher than the other. So although I knew that she must be completely exposed I wasn't yet able to see the hot, wet little space between her legs that I'd spent so long fantasising about. Maybe I wouldn't ever, I didn't know where this was going. My secretary had just got her pussy out at 11.30 am on a workday with only an oak panelled door between us and a couple of hundred of our colleagues. The chances of my aching dick relieving itself and emptying itself into it still had to be slim. 

Katie swung both legs over the left arm rest of her chair and let her panties slide down her long legs onto the floor, crossing her ankles. One hand was under the cup of her bra by now and was clearly stroking a nipple. The she leaned back in her chair arching her back, thrusting her tits out even more as she put both hands behind her back to free her bra strap. Suddenly Katie was topless, her boobs dropped only a fraction into a shape even more inviting and delicious then the contrived contours her bra pushed her into. However I didn't have long to admire them as she almost simultaneously swung her long right around and up on onto the desk. Both hands went straight from bra fastener to her now totally exposed pussy. She was shaved, of course, and glisteningly wet. With one hand she put two fingers deep into her pussy and with the other she rubbed her clit hard. She kept up eye contact for as long as she could but her eyes kept closing and she threw her hand back, her whole body straining. As she played with her pussy her arms pressed her breasts together, jiggling them about while her hands went to work on her cunt. I wanted to stick my cock in the valley of her breasts and let the motion they made as she brought herself to a climax make me come too, spaying over her just like I've dreamt of since the first day she came to work for me. 

Although she's somehow managed not to keep quiet she can't hide the squelching sounds her dripping wet pussy makes as she rams two fingers in her pussy while rubbing her clit as hard as she can. I can see the pink flesh shaking under the onslaught and then finally spasm as she comes. She fixes me with that gaze again even dirtier then ever and lifts the fingers that have been playing with her clit to her mouth, pouts and then licks them clean. She stands up, her skirt falls over her pussy, obscuring it from view and she walks over to me, still in high heels. I'm tight with anticipation. After what I've just seen I don't care what happens or where I am I just want to fuck this brazen little hussy and I think she might just let me

She leans over the desk like she has so many times before but this time it isn't an invoice she's got for me. Her tits are dangling over my desk like they have so many times before but this time completely free. Her hard, pouty little nipples imploring me to nibble and lick. I lean forward but she pushes me back. She brings up her other hand, the one that until recently was thrust deep inside her pink, spasming flesh and gives it to me to lick. I can hardly wait to get my first taste of her and greedily lick the still hot juices off her hand relishing the slightly bitter but oh so delicious taste of her cunt.

She walks around the desk and leans over to me and puts her hand down my pants, closing it around my throbbing cock. I think I'm going to come straight away I'm so aroused. She gets down on her knees and opens my fly and pulls my cock out of my pants. Licking her lips she looks me in the face as she purses her now moistened mouth. The tip of my cock is a tight red ball shining with the sticky juices that have been building inside me and have now begun to seep out. She lowers her pursed lips and gently kisses the straining head. Her soft wet lips feel cool and refreshing on my hot, bothered manhood. She takes them away and the raging fires of lust that this little slut has ignited in my come roaring back. 

Her tongue flicks out now and she licks the underside of my shaft from just above my balls all the way up to the tip. I shiver as the soft wetness of her tongue brings relief as it travels up and down the length of my cock just like she's licking an ice cream. This goes on for some while, up and down, wherever her mouth is feels cool and delicious but wherever her tongue isn't feels like a furnace. Finally as she brings her tongue up over the head she opens her mouth wide and takes me entire cock in her mouth, swallowing the whole length. The pleasure is so intense I moan as I feel right on the edge of emptying my load right down inside.

Immediately she stops. She looks at me hard. I can tell moaning wasn't allowed. God knows we were taking enough risks I wasn't sure what difference a little moan could make but she was the boss now. I knew that saying anything could ruin the whole thing, that she'd stop right here and leave me with all this pent up come and lust and nowhere to empty it. There was nothing I could say I just had to look at her imploringly as she looked at me for what seemed like the longest time, my cock burning. Finally she seemed satisfied, put her lips back on my cock and swallowed it in one easy movement. 

The relief of feeling those dirty, pouty, little lips wrapped around my cock again, this cock of mine I've wanted to put in her since we first met was so great that I came almost at once. As I did I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pushed me hips in her face. She seemed to love it slurping hungrily on my cock as I came in the back of her throat, I thought about her throat as I kept on coming; pink, wet and warm just like that pussy I still hadn't got to fuck.

Eventually I stopped and Katie let my dick slide out her mouth. She looked at me, winked, swallowed and licked her lips. She stood up pulling her skirt down, or at least as far as it would go. She picked up her top and slipped it on over her naked breasts, those tits she still hadn't let me play with. I could still see her hard nipples through the material. Her bra and panties she placed under her desk, then she walked over and opened the door. Seconds later Allen walked through it again and this time he took a bit longer to get rid of. I was able to give him more of my attention this time but my mind did keep straying back to me horny little secretary sitting in the corner with no knickers on.

After I finally got rid of Allen I turned back to my work. I'd got eleven emails since I'd last checked. One of them was from Katie.

"After lunch I'll let you fuck me properly."

I looked over but she ignored me. I could feel myself getting hard again.



Distracting the Neighbor



(This story is a fictionalized version of a true event that occurred in July, 2013, in Crossville, Tennessee.) 

*

Libby and Rick were a fairly average couple. They met in high school, dated, and got married just after graduation. 

Libby became a nurse assistant and worked at a local assisted living facility while Rick put his love for cars to good use as a remarkably good mechanic. 

They weren't likely to become rich leading the lives that they found themselves in, but they, more often than not, paid their rent on time and had enough money for the all the necessities and even a few luxuries. That was the case, at least until the latest recession hit.

Unfortunately things had been getting rougher and rougher, and, in July their finances became stretched beyond the breaking point. There was a quick succession of bills for which the couple just wasn't prepared. Rather than dealing with creditors or attempting to get a bank loan, the couple decided to take matters into their own hands. 

They had heard rumors of a very wealthy man named Allen who lived a street or two over in the neighborhood, and they found out that he had been alone for almost a year following the death of his wife. They began driving by and walking by his home, and within a few days they were comfortable that they had learned his patterns.

The next day Rick timed his neighborhood walk so that he was in front of Allen's house as the mail carrier came by. As soon as the carrier placed the letters in the mailbox and sped off, Rick walked by the box and removed a couple of them, barely slowing down in the process. He then headed home and helped Libby finish up packing their things, as they were hurrying to get their belongings out prior to the inevitable eviction.

That evening just before dusk, the doorbell rang at Allen's house.

Allen was just finishing up his dinner and walked over to his front door. Though not a bad neighborhood, Allen was always cautious. He knew that as a retired man he could be a target, and, had it been fully dark out, he probably wouldn't have even opened the door. He glanced through the peephole and saw a gorgeous blonde, probably in her late 20's, in a white nurse uniform. He began searching through his mind to remember if he was supposed to have an appointment with anyone this evening. He then noticed a man with her whom he recognized from seeing out and about around the neighborhood. He opened the door and greeted them. 

"Hello, may I help you?" Allen asked. 

"Not at all, sir," Nick responded, "We just got home and noticed that we had received some of your mail and wanted to return it."

Nick held up the letters as he finished speaking. 

"Oh, well, thank you very much," Allen responded.

There was no reason to doubt the story, so he unlocked his door fully and opened it to retrieve the letters.

"I sure appreciate it this, folks," Allen said as he took the letters, "If I can ever help you two with anything, please let me know."

Allen's words were more out of habit than a genuine offer, so he was pretty much shocked when he received a reply.

"I actually am very hot, perhaps a drink, sir?" Libby said. 

His manners came rushing back, as he took in what she had said.

"Of course, of course, please come in," he replied as he opened his door all the way.

The couple entered the home and could tell right away that they had been right. Everything was expensive, the furniture, glassware, and they suspected the art on the walls.

Allen offered drinks; Nick took water, and Libby chose wine while she complimented the home. 

Upon receiving the wineglass from Allen, Libby commented on how beautiful Allen's backyard and swimming pool appeared and easily manipulated the conversation so that Allen was quickly suggesting that they move out to the patio to enjoy their beverages.

Allen was enjoying sharing wine with the younger, beautiful nurse, and, before long had brought the bottle out by the pool. By playing up to Allen, using compliments and such, she was able to get him to tell her & Nick about many of the collectables in his home. He didn't give exact dollar values, but he gave enough descriptions of when, where and how he had acquired some items that it became fairly obvious which parts of his treasures were some of the pricier pieces. They learned of a jewelry collection that had been accumulated over years and of a gun collection which contained several collectables.

At a break in one of Allen's stories, Libby asked if Allen had any cigarettes. 

"Oh, no, Libby, I don't; I'm sorry." Allen answered.

"I know it's a bad habit," Libby went on, "I just crave them when I get tipsy." 

She giggled slightly, playing into her "tipsy" role, as well as a little girl role that she could tell was enchanting Allen.

"Well, it's probably time to call it a night anyway," Libby said, "We'll just go home; I have cigarettes there."

She stood, and Allen could see what he thought was a sad look on her face. 

He had been alone for a while now and was really enjoying this evening; he had been through a few glasses of wine himself and was captivated by this woman. The last thing in the world he wanted was for this evening to end right now, but he had no idea what to say to keep the evening going. 

Just then, Nick spoke, "Why don't you stay here and finish your wine, Libby? I'll walk home, get your cigarettes and bring them back."

Allen seized his chance, "Yes, yes, I insist," he said, topping off her wine glass as if that ended the discussion. 

"Well, if you don't mind, Nicky, that sounds great." Libby said to her husband.

"Don't mind at all," he replied. "I'll be back in a few." 

As Nick and Allen headed to the door of the house, Libby called out, "Allen, would you mind terribly if I dipped my feet in your pool to cool off a bit?"

"Of course not," he answered, "Whatever makes you comfortable."

"Could you also bring me a towel, please?" she added.

"It's on the way," Allen called back.

As the two men entered the home, Nick told Allen that he could show himself out and that he could just run the towel back out to Libby. Allen agreed, grabbed a towel from the closet and returned to the backyard. 

Libby was walking the perimeter of the pool when Allen arrived back. 

She took a seat sideways on the diving board and casually spoke after removing her white heels, "Come sit with me."

She had a big smile on her face and patted the space on the diving board with her hand a couple of times to indicate to Allen where to sit. 

It didn't even occur to Allen not to do what she said. 

Allen sat and listened as Libby again talked about the heat. She said she was so looking forward to dangling her feet in the pool. 

While talking, she slowly raised her dress to about mid-thigh, which revealed the lace tops of her white thigh high stockings. She rolled the first one down her leg, very gently, and, while not too slowly, certainly not as quickly as she could have. 

She pretended to be completely focused on her stockings as she moved on to her second leg's stocking, but, in reality, she was watching Allen in her peripheral vision, making sure that he was focused on her legs. 

She knew he would be, of course, but she was still glad to verify it. 

As the second stocking came off, she folded them together. She stood and took a step to the edge of the pool. 

She dipped a toe into the water, and turned toward Allen. 

"Do you mind holding these for a second?" she asked, handing him her stockings. "They'll get dirty if I just set them down."

He took the stockings and felt their silkiness as he watched her take a seat on the pools edge and ease her legs into the water. 

This was rapidly turning into the greatest night that Allen had enjoyed in years.

Inside his home, however, Nick was quietly and efficiently going about gathering up items of value.

"Oh my God," Libby moaned, "This water feels amazing."

"I'm glad it is comfortable," Allen replied.

"I just wish I could get all the way in," Libby said, "You wouldn't happen to have any ladies' swimsuits anywhere would you?"

"Um, no" Allen answered, desperately searching his brain to remember if one of his adult kids or their friends could have left one there at some point.

"Too bad," Libby said, her sad look or pout was back, "I'm on fire."

She began making small splashes with her hands to get each of her arms wet and even her chest above her uniform.

"Allen, this may be the wine talking, but what are your thoughts on skinny dipping?" she asked in a whisper while leaning back toward him. 

He took in the whole sight, her hair, beautiful smile, nurse's uniform, and wet arms, legs & chest as he stammered, "My thoughts?" ' "Yes, Allen," she stated firmly and directly. "You wouldn't mind if I went skinny dipping, would you?" 

She moved her hand to the zipper in the middle of her dress and began pulling it down. Allen stared as her stomach became exposed.

As the zipper reached her waist, she pushed the dress off of her shoulders and let it drop to the patio. 

As Allen hadn't answered, Libby asked again, "Pretty please," she teased. 

Allen nodded and Libby grinned while removing her bra and panties. She pretended to be shy and acted as though she was covering herself from him, but this was just an act; she was giving him great views and teasing him mercilessly. 

She made him promise to stay right where he was and hold her towel, allegedly so that she could cover up in case anyone came over. Allen really didn't care about the reason and happily promised, not that he would have left the side of the pool for anything right now. 

Libby swam a few laps, all on the far side of the pool. This kept Allen looking away from his house. This was, of course, the point and was necessary as Nick was moving items from the house into the moving van out front. 

Libby was now alternating strokes, allowing her magnificent tits to be on full display while performing the back stroke, letting her eyes focus on his while on her side, and showcasing the flexibility of her body underwater as she randomly swam about.

Allen watched and didn't even move. He had no sense of time as he watched the nude woman swim around his pool. 

A short time later, Nick reappeared, calling out as he entered the back yard, "Here are your cigarettes, Libby."

This made Allen jolt, as he turned red and faced Nick. Allen had forgotten all about Nick and was worried that he may be angry. 

Before he could speak, Libby called to her husband, "Allen's been such a dear, honey, he let me cool off in his pool."

Libby was out of the pool and wrapped in the towel before Nick made it out to them. 

"Nick, will you be a dear, and grab me a bottle of water from the kitchen on the way out here?' she called across the yard.

"Sure, Libby," he answered and disappeared back into the house.

Libby glanced at Allen, "Thank you; I feel much better now."

She leaned down and gave him a kiss on his cheek. 

"You stay here and finish your wine; I'll go inside and get dressed and be right back," she told him. She took her clothes and disappeared into the house.

Allen sat there, sipping his wine for a while. He then realized that he heard an engine start in his driveway and a vehicle driving away. 

He assumed that they had just decided that it was late and that they had just headed on home. 

Allen remained poolside until he finished his wine, all the while reflecting on his great luck this evening. He was even making plans in his mind to have this happen again. Perhaps he could invite Libby over during the daytime, he thought. That should work, he concluded, Nick would be at work and surely Libby would want to tan nude to avoid tan lines. He was still smiling to himself for working out this clever plan as he entered his home and noticed that his home had been cleaned out. 

He called the police immediately, but the couple was nowhere to be found. 



Distraction



It all started out of despair. I moved from my place of birth because of distress that I do not wish to mention. But my life had changed and not for the good. I picked up, packed up, and moved to the out back of Australia, to a small community that was known as Billabong forty miles from the closest civilization. Being a mechanical engineer I had no trouble finding work. The money from insurance I had recently came into would have kept me for years, but if I didn't keep busy my mind wandered and this was not something I wished for at this point in time. I opened a small shop repairing just about anything machine oriented and was accepted by the people even though I was an outsider. The entire place consisted of a post office, petrol station, my small shop and a large bar. Once a month the supply-train, a portable store rolled through the town and this was where most of the residents got their supplies. Perfect for a man trying to leave the world behind.

Being the only repair shop for miles meant that business would have been brisk even if I didn't know as much as I did. I managed to repair equipment that had been broken for years. There were enough pieces laying around that the art of scavenging parts was an interesting part of the job and took me to many locations. I had to wait on the supply train to get new parts for equipment and the shipping costs were prohibitive to most of the people that lived here. So making do was part of life. After less than 4 months I never paid for anything again. Repairing equipment with a limited amount of funds was just something to keep busy so I charged very little, but while the people around me knew something was wrong they respected my privacy and were just happy I was here.

After about my second month of business, anytime I was out of my workshop I would return to find a large number of notes tacked, nailed and taped to the door. I would spend more time answering these messages and the phone that it quickly reached a point where less and less time was spent on repairing equipment. Even though I was not looking for a new career it seemed that I had found one. It was at this point in time, I decided to hire a girl to work the office part of the business, so that I could keep my mind and hands busy.

I asked around and a girl showed up at the door one day asking if 

"The position had been filled?"

I informed her it was open and asked if she thought she could handle the developing workload. She informed me she could. She knew how to type, file and had done it for her father's cattle ranch until his death. And most importantly she knew all those in the area and most of their phone numbers. This was important being as there was no directory or listing in the entire area and to get a phone number you called around to those you knew until someone knew the person you wanted to talk to and told you how to reach them.

She was a nice looking woman of around 34 years old and while not a raving beauty she was pleasant to look at, her voice was soft and melodious and sounded good after this time alone. She smelled of soap and water with just the hint of flowers. A nice distraction from the sweaty farmers I spent most of my time with. Her name was Andrea.

Andrea slipped into the job as if she had been there since the start. I had the time I needed for my work and she did what I considered the drudgework with relish. Six months flew past. I was happy puttering around my shop, stopping only to handle what work Andrea thought must be done and visiting the outer areas as a general maintenance helper. I was learning as much as I was helping. This is what I had always wanted. 

As the anniversary of my despair approached I made arrangements to spend it as I had came to consider a ritual. I informed everyone that I would be indisposed for two days. I gave Andrea those days off and disconnected the phone. The supply train had brought me three bottles of very good scotch, I disconnected the phone and put a padlock on the door. I then climbed in the window to make it look as if I were gone and set about sinking into my own pit of darkness.

The first bottle was dead and the second was not far behind. This numbed the pain for a while and helped me make it through the three days that had change my life forever. setting there dirty, drunk, and feeling sorry for my self was all I cared about. Two days had passed and the numbing effects of the Scotch was slipping I placed the bottle against my lips and drew some of the biting amber liquid into my mouth. The sweet burning slid down my throat and I felt it re-enforce the steady blur I was trying to maintain. A few more deep swigs and the darkness of booze induced stupor called me from this life. I dropped into a heavy sleep.

I was drawn out of this peaceful escape by the sound of pounding on the front door. In the muddled state of my mind I could hear someone calling but was incapable of distinguishing what he or she was saying. In a slurred speech I yelled at the door. 

"PISS OFF!" And fell back into the darkness. After time that passed with out notice a sharp noise once again brought me back into the light. Through eyes encrusted with unknown matter I looked towards the door. Standing there holding a large wrecking bar was a local man named "Jocko". He was a brute of a man standing well over six feet tall, well muscled but not the brightest of lads. He was strong and dependable mostly a good Joe just trying to get by, and doing her best to push him out the door was Andrea. I could see her mouth moving but my mind was beyond hearing the words. Jocko was pushed out the door under protest and I saw Andrea bolt the door and at last darkness returned.

Through the darkness came a sense of movement. Someone was dragging me along. I forced open my eyes to the best of my ability and caught a glimpse of Andrea, holding my shoulders pulling me along the floor, then again darkness.

Pain, an all-consuming pain that was felt in every part of my body. It forced its way into the darkness and dragged me from the peace of the near death like state. Back to the realm of unfairness and despair. I opened my eyes with great difficulty and saw the smiling face of Andrea. I closed my eyes again and it started to seep into my alcohol filled brain that I was in the shower and it was damn cold. I tried to force myself to my feet and failed miserably. I was slow on my fall by firm but delicate arms. They slowed my fall back to the shower floor so I did not injure my self. I looked over and was greeted by her big blue eyes with very concerned look. It was then that I noticed that she was wearing just her bra and jeans. The ever-present work styled shirt was missing. The water had turned her bra translucent. Like a thin layer of cellophane covering her ample breast. Her large aureole and protruding nipple were beautiful. I slowly reached out and cupped one if my shaking hand. The firmness was wonderful. It had been 2 years since I had touched a woman's breast. She clasped my hand to her breast and then slowly removed it. Through the din of the shower I heard her say,

"Well it looks like you are going to live." she said. Her voice was not angry. But I removed my hand to my lap anyway. This was the point that I saw I was naked and setting on the floor of the shower. After a while I managed to get to my feet with only moderate assistance. Andrea held me to her until I steadied my self. Her breasts were warm and nice against my chest. I shook my head trying to chase the thoughts away from my addled mind. I was guided to the bed and placed under a warm wool blanket. At this point sleep, not stupor came. I had dreams of violence and death, then nothing just sleep. I awoke 14 hours later to the smell of coffee and bacon.

I struggled to my feet and stumbled to the kitchen. I sat in the chair and placed my aching head in my hands. A cheery voice was the last thin I needed but got one any way.

"Good morning, I see you are alive." I managed to give a nod as a reply. Through the eyes staring at the finish on the table top I saw a cup on strong black coffee placed under my hanging head.

"Breakfast in a Jif, drink that." Came the voice fading back into the kitchen I managed a few swallows and set the cup down. The coffee was strong and hot. The cure for hangover, and I had a dilly.

"Breakfast." Came the morning person's voice. I forced my self to rise to a sitting position. Andrea came in with a skillet and leaned over and started placing bacon and eggs on my plate. I noticed she still wore only her bra. It had dried opaque. As she leaned over her generous cleavage was more than apparent. I finally managed to look up and saw her looking at me with a slight smile on her full lips. I averted my eyes back to the food and know I was blushing.

"Sorry for my appearance, my shirt got ripped last night and I don't have another." She said Her voice was very pleasant. I informed her that there were shirts in my closet and that she could help herself. I apologized for the damage to her clothes. She brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

"You eat all of that and relax. I'm going to shower then we can talk about this if that is ok?" She did not wait for a reply but turned with waft of gardenia perfume and was out the door and into the bathroom.

I ate as much as I could but did manage another cup of the good coffee. Then I went in to the bedroom to change clothes. I got as far as the edge of the bed before the spinning started and I was forced to set down. The sound of Andrea's voice was drifting in from the bathroom as she hummed in the shower. I placed my head in my hands and tried not to think. Thinking brought the depression and that lead back to the booze. I was so self-absorbed I did not hear the shower stop. 

"Oh", came the startled voice. "I didn't know you were done" I looked up to she Andrea standing in the door Hair wet face freshly scrubbed wrapped in a towel that did only a fair job of covering her. I could not take my eyes off of her lovely form.

"I'm sorry Andrea. I'll go back in the kitchen" I tried to rise. She was in front of me at once and here hand gently pushed me back to setting. I looked at her as she dripped water on the floor at my feet. Her face looked a little scared as she looked into my eyes. She never moved her eyes as she opened her towel and allowed it to fall to the floor. Standing there in all her glory. She was very beautiful. I slowly moved my arms out and placed them around her waist. Pulling her to me I placed my head on her breast and held her close. She cradled my head in her arms and held me close.

This was the first contact I had with a woman in over two years. It is amazing how much I had missed it. The warmth of a woman and the scent filling my nostrils the softness against my head all gave a feeling that everything would be all right. It was more than can be translated into mere words on paper.

After what seem like ages I pulled back and slowly and tenderly kissed one of her breast. She shuddered at the touch of my lips but ever so slightly and did not pull away. I continued to kiss and caress her full breasts the taste had been all but forgotten. The nipples started to grow under my attention and were soon full and firm. I took one into my mouth and sucked lightly. A small moan escaped from her lips as she closed her eyes and went with the feeling. Pulling my head closer her breast pressed against face and I had to move to keep an airway clear. I was now sucking hard and massaging the other at the same time. I had missed this much more than I imagined. I slowly rolled to the left guiding her warm body to the bed. She followed flowing like water on to her back beside me. As I moved to her hands pressed against my shoulders stopping me.

"I've never done this before Jim." She said with slight lilt in her voice.

"I haven't either, is it moving to fast for you? We do hardly know each other." I asked

The look on her face was different than I had ever seen. 

"What's wrong?" I asked She looked very thoughtful before she answered.

"Jim, I have NEVER done this. I am a virgin." This did catch me a little off guard. I froze for just a second but she noticed and a look of embarrassment came to her. I saw this and tenderly kissed her. Letting her control the situation slowly at first and more like kissing my sister it went but she started to want it as much as I did. She gained in passion and before long things were moving under their own power. I slowly lowered my kiss down her body each new place I went caused her to winch like she had never felt this before.

As I reached her abdomen she was moving against my lips waiting for each kiss. I tongued her navel and she wiggled in pleasure I slowly moved south. As I used my hands to open her legs, the muscles protested for just a second before giving in. They spread and allowed me to position my head so that my face was in the never touched area. Slowly my tongue licked the outside of her she moaned and her hips sank into the mattress licking just the outside was making her grind her hips against my face uncontrollably. 

My tongue slowly parted the external lips of her vagina and wetted the inside of her. She moaned and wiggled against me. My tongue probed deeper and then it contacted the hymen that was still intact. This caused her to orgasm sharply. She filled my mouth with her come. Using my fingers I slowly opened her to expose her clit. It was red and swollen, begging for attention. I licked it ever so gentle. This caused her entire body to shudder. She moaned and her hips wiggled with out the control of her mind. Her clit was large and protruded from its sheath. I took it into my mouth and sucked as if it were a small penis. The response was immediate. Her legs convulsed tightly around my neck and she pulled at my hair driving my face deeper into her crotch. I sucked harder and this caused her to pull harder.

I licked the sensitive area again and again and this brought her to orgasm so violent that her I thought her legs would crack my neck. It lasted for a easy 30 seconds. She arched her back and pull like she was trying to put my entire body physically inside her. Slowly the convulsions slid away and she laid gentle back on to the bed. I again inserted my tongue and pressed it against her hymen a little harder than before. She at once started to come again, I again brought her to the edge and at the edge I stopped.

Wiping my face with my hand I positioned myself between her legs. As my body pressed against hers she pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. I returned it with all my feelings. I gentle pressed the head of my straining penis against the entrance of the sealed opening. She sank her tongue into my throat. I pulled my head back and look at her face. It was covered with a glistening layer of perspiration. The smile spoke volumes. Looking into her eyes I asked her.

"Are you sure?"

Oh yes, for once I am sure." Was the reply and her hips rose to meet me.

I kissed her passionately and with one thrust was in. She inhaled sharply and buried her nails into the flesh of my back, pulling me deeper. I waited just a moment then withdrew all but the head and slowly reinserted it as deep as possible. She accepted readily and her hips rose to meet the incoming penetration. Trying to maintain control and move my thrusts slow soon failed, and I was pounding into her never before used pussy. She did not ask me to stop, or to even slow down, but instead she wrapped her arms around my torso and her legs around my back locking her feet and pulling me as deep into her as possible. My penis strained as I drove it into her she held me so tight that breathing was difficult. I braced my weight on my hands and arms for leverage and drove myself as deep as possible. She accepted it and let it be know that I should not stop. Her breath was short and sharp. With every thrust she inhaled. My balls were slapping against her up turned ass and the tight pussy strained against my intruding penis. The sensation of the tightness was beyond belief. I lifted her legs on to my shoulders while continuing my thrusts. This position let me to go in another full inch. An inch that brought on new territory no man had been before. Andrea inhaled and racked her nails across my back while calling for God. I was bouncing off of her crotch with all the power I had. My penis felt like it would rip away from my body. The throbbing started and I knew it was going to explode. My mind knew I should withdraw as we were using no protection but by this time my mind was not in control.

The damn broke on two years of abstinence, my penis exploded with such power that it seemed the tip had been blown away. At the same moment Andrea arched her back and let out a scream from the biggest orgasm of her life. I drove deep into her waiting cunt. The combination of my cum mixed with hers and exploded from her vagina sliding down her thighs and. After a few seconds I started to move again the in and out action was like a pump, pulling cum from her to deposit it over her thighs and then sliding down her firm ample ass to rest on the sheets. I then collapsed on top of her. She held me close and was squeezing so hard it was difficult to catch my breath. As my penis lost size and girth inside her I came to my senses and tried to pull out and take my weight off of her. She tightened her grip then spoke.

"Don't, leave it in me and lay here please. I never want his feeling to end, ...please?" Her voice was soft as an angels kiss on my ears. I slowly lowered my weight back on to her. Her cunt tightened on my limp penis and squeezed. Her arms tightened on my back. There had been such a release of tension, that as I laid there on top of her, I fell asleep.

I awoke three hours later. Andrea was stroking my hair and holding me as gentle as a baby. For the first time in years slept with no nightmares, just peace. I looked at her and she was aglow. Just looking at me and smiling melted years of pain. I felt a stir from little Jim and started to work him in slowly in and out. We were stuck together and the wince on Andreas face showed she was sore. But that was to be expected. I tried slowly to pull apart but our pubic hair was matted together. We both decided to just do it and pull apart. It was a little painful and cost both of us some hair. As Andrea stood she placed both hands on her hips. I am not a small guy and her hips wrapped around my girth for that long had caused her to stiffen. We showered, together with fondling and caressing. With the temperament of a small child she told me she was sore in that certain area. I had to explain that it was natural and would get better in more ways than one. 

Andrea had brought me back from the pit of darkness I was surrendering too. Her love and caring showed me the light. Later that night as I held her she became quiet she then told me she knew that this was a one-time thing and would hold me to nothing. I smiled and held her close. One time my ass.

That was 4 years ago, We were married 6 months later. We had talked about it then discovered that the "ONE TIME" had been enough Andrea was pregnant. Our first time started a life for more than one. It was not because if the child that I married her. Her unconditional love saved me and it was special for her too. She had saved herself for 34 years before she met someone she cared enough about to even consider giving her whole self to. She never asked why I was the way I was. She helped me through the few nightmares I had after being with her. And they are now rare if they happen at all. Life can improve and go on after tragedy.



Distraction



Suzi was honestly trying to work.  But a series of images kept popping into her mind, distracting her from the task at hand.   Each time one of those mental pictures intruded, she’d force it from her head, and attempt to concentrate on her work.  But every time she’d push one out, another one would take its place.  Each time it happened, she could feel her nipples getting harder and harder; and feel moisture building between her legs.

If she wasn’t getting so sexually frustrated, she would think it funny.  She was so in love with and turned on by her husband that it was absolutely ridiculous.  All she had to do was think of making love to him (as in this instance) and she was so turned on that if he were there with her, he would have to beat her off with a stick.

Sighing, she grabbed her cigarettes and went outside.  There was no way she was going to get any work done in her current state of mind, so she may as well grab a break while she was at it.  She walked around the corner of the building to the smoking area and saw a couple of her “smoking buddies,” as she liked to call them.  Maybe talking to them would get him off her mind.

“Hi there,” Donna called.  “How are you doing today?”

Laughing, she answered honestly.  “Frustrated.”

“What’s the matter?” Donna asked.

“Oh, nothing important… it’s just Blake.”

“Ohhhhh….” She said.  “Is he being a butthead again?”

“No, nothing like that… it’s nothing he’s done; it’s just something that’s frustrating me.”  She would have loved to have been completely honest with Donna, but she didn’t want to be too honest and give away too much information.

“Well, so how’s work going then?” Donna asked, trying to change the subject since it was obvious that was all the information she was going to get.

“It would be just fine if I could concentrate.  But my mind keeps wandering and then I look down and can’t remember what the heck I was doing in the first place!”

Donna laughed.  “I have days like that even when I’m not frustrated about something else!”

After talking to Donna for a while longer, while she finished her cigarette, Suzi felt a lot better.  Nothing like talking to another woman to get her mind off sex!  It was like taking a cold shower.  She realized that some women got turned on by the thought of another woman, but not her.  Suzi’s spine would cringe every time the subject was even mentioned.  She just did not understand how another woman could possibly turn her on… a woman is missing the most important part!

She went back in and tried to work again.  She was able to get some work done for a while, until the mental images started popping up again.  She found herself starting to hyperventilate and got embarrassed.  What if someone hears me? She thought. Just to be safe, she went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face.  Sure enough, she was flushed and as red as a beet.  Looking in the mirror at herself, she got an idea.  A wonderful, delicious, naughty idea.

Going back into the office, she peeked into her boss’s cubicle.  Oh goody, she thought.  He’s not here… I can use the phone.  So she called him.

“Hi babe,” he said when he answered.

“Hi honey.  How are you?” she asked, trying her best to sound simply cheerful and not mischievous, which she had a tendency to do without even knowing it.

“I’m fine.  How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright.  A little tired, but what else is new?”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.  Did you need something?”

“Not really,” she said, crossing her fingers against the little white lie.  “I just called to say hi and I love you and to check on you and the kids.”

“Actually, the kids have been pretty good today, surprisingly.  Syrina didn’t give me a problem getting ready for school and Caitlin’s gone, and Lexi’s just on the floor playing right now.”

“Oh good.  That means you can maybe get some of that housework done today?”

This time he heard the inflection in her voice.  “Uh… yeah… why?”

Suzi couldn’t help but smile.  “Oh, no reason… exactly.”

Having been married for almost 3 years, he knew better than that.  “Come on… out with it.  What’s up?”

Fighting back a laugh, she told him, “Well… let’s just say I have a surprise for you tonight after the kids go to bed.  And I’d appreciate it if you’d get that house cleaned up.  You know how much it stresses me out to see it a mess like that.”

“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out in such a way that she knew he was suspicious.  But he apparently was willing to play along.  “I’ll get the house cleaned up.  Am I going to like this surprise?”

This time she couldn’t help but sound downright naughty as she said, “You like all my surprises, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah…” he said, sounding downright dubious.

“Well then… just get what I asked done and you’ll see tonight,” she said, a huge grin on her face.

“Okay… I’ll do that.  By the way, what time are you coming home?”

“Oh, I think I’ll be a little late today.”

“You working late?” he asked.

“Uh… yeah,” she answered, crossing her other fingers against another little white lie.  If she’d told him the truth, she’d have ruined the surprise.

“Well, about how late do you think you’ll be?  I was going to make dinner but I don’t want it getting cold on you.”

“Oh, I’d say about an hour, hour and a half or so.”

“Okay, well then I guess I’ll just see you then, huh?”

“Yup.  And baby?”

“Yes?” 

“I love you.”

She could almost hear the smile as he said, “I love you too.”


Surprisingly enough, once she got that idea in her head, it was much easier to work, even if she did keep thinking about it.  This time, she’d just get a devilish smile on her face, and go right on working.  It wasn’t as frustrating when she had a plan.

Of course, she had lied to Blake.  She wasn’t really working late.  She went shopping instead.  First stop: the liquor store.  She bought one bottle of wine to go with their dinner, a case of beer for him for later… or whenever he decided he wanted it, and a small bottle of tequila for her.  Second stop: the lingerie store.  It was a horribly expensive store, but every once in a while, she would splurge on the both of them and he always seemed to like the results of her shopping sprees.  She selected one black, see-through babydoll nightie with marabou trim and a little game for them to play.  At the check-out counter, she spied a small container filled with flavored lubricating oils and decided to get a few of them as well.  They might not be necessary, but they would certainly be fun!

Feigning an intense need to use the bathroom, she ran upstairs as soon as she got home and hid her “special finds” in her drawer.  He’d never look there in the first place, and certainly not before she got a chance to do something with them.

Coming back downstairs, she could see that he really did get the house done as she asked.  This made her feel a lot better, because it really did stress her out to see the house when it was a mess.  She worked a lot, working overtime almost every week, and didn’t always have the time or the energy to help; whereas he was home all day every day and while taking care of the kids was a full time job by itself, it didn’t mean that there was any excuse to not get anything done in a day.

Dinner was eaten, children were cleaned up, stories were read and children were put to bed.  All the while, Blake would look at Suzi with a quizzical look on his face and she would just smile and attempt to look as innocent as she could… which was no easy feat, for she was feeling very, very naughty.  But in a good way!

After having taken the kids upstairs and put them to bed, Blake came back downstairs and asked Suzi, “so?  Where’s my surprise?”

“Now if I just threw it at you right now, would that be very fun?” she asked him, an evil gleam in her eyes.

Sighing, he agreed.  “I guess not.  But how long am I going to have to wait??”

Smiling, she said, “Not long.  Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll clean up the dinner dishes.  That way you’ll be able to have some hot water.  You take such short showers that there should still be some left for me when you’re done.”

“Okay…” he said, reluctantly agreeing.  She could see that he was getting anxious.  But that was a good thing!  She wanted him to get anxious… she’d been much more than simply anxious all day long!

As he went upstairs, she went to their computer and compiled a song list of love songs and set it to play continuously.  Singing along to the music and anticipating his reaction when he finally did get to see his surprise, she did exactly what she said she’d do; she cleaned up the dinner dishes.  Since he had a habit of making one-dish meals, it wasn’t that hard… but at least this way she kept herself busy and she helped him out a little bit at the same time.  

She was just finishing up when he came back downstairs wrapped in only a towel.  Seeing him like that, after having fantasized about him all day long, nearly sent her over the edge.  But she took a deep breath and managed, somehow, to keep her cool.  “You done?” she asked, smiling.

“Yes.  Have you seen my shorts around here somewhere?” he asked, referring to the boxer shorts that he wore all the time.

“Did you check your drawer?” she asked, stating the obvious.

“No,” he said, laughing.  “Why would I do that?  That makes sense!”

“Well,” she said, laughing along with him, “I put your clothes away the other day so if they’re clean, they’re probably in there.”

“Are you going up to take your shower now?” he asked.

“I was just about to, yes.”

“Could you throw them down for me if they’re in there?”

“I certainly will,” she said, giving him a quick kiss.  “If you’re going to use the computer, would you do me a favor and not mess with the music?  I’d like to keep that playing.”

“Sure,” he said, sitting down at the desk, which is what she knew he’d do.

She went upstairs and, after throwing his shorts down to him, started taking off her clothes.  Looking in the mirror, she wondered to herself again how he could find her so sexy when she found herself the exact opposite.  But, as she always did, she realized that sexiness, or the lack thereof, is in the eye of the beholder.  And she knew that like her, he found her sexiness had a lot more to do with who she was and not so much in the way she looked.  She felt the same way about him.  She liked the way he looked, but that wasn’t what turned her on so much about him.  It was more the way he made her feel.  After almost 3 years of marriage, she still got butterflies in her stomach just from looking at him.  And that was just one of the things that made her still love him so much.

She jumped in the shower and tried to be as quick about it as possible… which wasn’t all that easy, considering she wanted to be perfect when he finally saw what she had in store for him.  She washed and conditioned her hair, washed and shaved everywhere.  She knew there wouldn’t be a lot of hot water left – there never was – and so she tried to hurry as fast as she could without slicing herself to bits.

Getting out of the shower, she closed and locked the bedroom door, just in case he decided he wanted to come in.  She didn’t want him catching her getting ready for him – it would ruin the surprise!  She brushed her hair, put on scented lotion, and put on her new negligee.  Looking in the mirror, she decided she was about as satisfied with her appearance as she was going to be, and after putting on her robe over the negligee, she was ready to go downstairs.  But first she had to find something to put the other “toys” into; she didn’t want to just hand them to him.  That would be downright boring.  She looked in their closet, and finding a gift bag, decided that would do.  So, with gift bag in hand, she opened the door and descended the stairs.  Every step brought back the anticipation she’d been feeling all day.  She couldn’t wait to see his face when he finally saw what she’d planned for him!

She came into the living room and found him still at the computer desk.  Clearing her throat, he finally turned to look at her.  “Yes?” he asked.

“Are you done yet?  Or do you not want your surprise?”

Faster than she’d ever seen him before, he closed down the programs he’d been running and came into the living room.  She had hidden the gift bag behind her back, so he didn’t see it as he walked past her to sit on the couch.  “Okay,” he said, grinning at her like a Cheshire cat, “where’s my surprise?”

She smiled back at him, debating what he should get first – the eyeful or the bag full?  She decided that it might be best to give him the eyeful first… it would explain the bag full.  She held out the bag and, putting it down on the floor, explained to him, “this is part of it, but it’ll make more sense if I give you this first.”  Having said that, she stood up straight, and never taking her eyes from his face, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor.  She smiled, and almost laughed aloud, when she saw the look on his face.

“Wow,” was all he said – all he probably could say at the moment.

“You like?” she asked.

“Y-y-yeah,” he stammered, obviously drooling.

“Good.  Because I have a confession to make.”

“What’s that?” he asked, never taking his eyes off her body to look at her face.

“I lied to you.”

“What?” he said, finally snapping up to look at her face.

She laughed.  “I lied to you about working late.  I went shopping instead… but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.  Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you?” he asked, in total disbelief.  “Forgive you?  Please – feel free to lie to me like that every day.”

Laughing, she bent down to pick up the gift bag.  “As I said before, this is only half your gift.  Here’s the other half.”  She handed it to him and stood in front of him, watching his face to see his reaction.

He pulled out the game she’d bought and looked at her with aroused amusement in his eyes.  “I thought you weren’t into ‘playing games,’” he said.

“Well… I’m not into ‘mind games,’ but this one looked like fun.  I thought you might want to try it tonight.”

Looking up at her, he looked as devilish as she’d looked all day.  “I’m not sure I want to play it tonight,” he said, “but it does look like fun.  Maybe we’ll try it another night.”

Smiling down on him, she asked, “are you sure you don’t want to play it tonight?”

He looked up at her with a serious expression on his face.  “This game is supposed to put me ‘in the mood,’ right?”

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point.”

He reached up and pulled her down to him.  “I don’t need it,” he said, and kissed her.

Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung on to him, as if for her very life.  He held her close and kissed her deeper… kissing her as if she were his life’s nourishment and he was a starving man.  The kiss seemed to last forever… and yet it also seemed to be over way too quickly.  He pulled away and looked her in the eyes, and she was already breathing heavily.  She tried to speak, but her voice came out in a croak.  Clearing her throat, she tried again.  “There’s something else in that bag.”

“Oh?” he said, reaching for it again.  He put his hand inside and found what she was referring to.  “Ohhhhhhhh,” he said, looking at her with an evil grin.  “What are these for?”

Sheepishly, she smiled at him.  “For… whatever.  I didn’t have anything specifically planned for them; I just thought they might be fun to have.”

“Well then,” he said, putting the bag aside once again, “we’ll just have to see if we come up with something, won’t we?”

Having said that, and not waiting for an answer, he reached for her again.  She entered his embrace not only willingly, but eagerly.  This is what she’d been fantasizing about all day long – what had distracted her to the point of insanity.

His warm, moist tongue entered her mouth, tasting at that moment like an aphrodisiac of the utmost strength.  But honestly, she didn’t need one.  He was an aphrodisiac all by himself.  All he had to do was be there, and she was turned on.

His lips moved over her face to her neck, while at the same time his hand came up and started caressing and kneading her breast.  She moaned louder, and clutched him against her as if for her very life.  She could feel him smile against her skin as she was lost in the passion she felt for him.  His hands – his wonderful, magic hands – never stopped their caressing while his kisses began to roam all over.  He came back up to kiss her mouth, and then his head dipped down to kiss the area above her breasts, where her cleavage started.  This sent chills up and down her spine, making her tremble with desire for him.

Her hands began to roam of their own accord… kneading his shoulders, arms, and neck… sliding down lower to play with the hair on his chest.  Oh, how she loved his chest hair!  There was just enough, in her opinion.  Enough to play with, but not so much that he looked like a gorilla either.  She had spent countless hours just playing with his chest hair.  Just the sight of it turned her on.  The feel of it nearly sent her over the edge.

He moaned softly and, grabbing her hand, guided it to the bulge in his shorts.  She needed no more prompting than that.  She began to stroke and caress his erection through the thin cotton of his shorts, while he took a nipple into his mouth and began to softly suckle her into oblivion.  Lying back on the couch, she pulled him over her, so that he could easily reach all of her, and she him.

She reached into his shorts so that she could better touch him… to caress his erection, his testicles.  She knew how much he loved it when she did that.  And while she was the one fantasizing about him all day, she wanted to please him just as much as she herself wanted to be pleased.

The sensation of his mouth on her breast overcame her and she involuntarily arched her back, pushing her breasts in his face.  Reaching lower with one hand, he began to caress her between her legs, finding that she was already wet.  Hell, she’d been wet all day… but he didn’t know that.  Slipping a finger inside of her, he began to slowly push it in and out, in and out… until she almost couldn’t take it anymore.

Suddenly he stopped, and after kissing her once again, asked, “Suck me?”

Panting, totally out of breath, she looked him in the eyes and said, “Okay, but would you stand in front of me?  It’s easier.”

Without speaking, he stood up, pulling her to a sitting position at the same time.  His shorts had long since found their way to the floor, so she was faced with his raging erection as soon as she sat up.  Smiling, she first took it in her hands, and after looking up at him, she took it into her mouth.  She had her own rhythm when performing oral sex on him… one that he seemed to enjoy.  She started slowly, building up speed and pressure, and then when her jaw started to get sore – which it always did – she’d slow down again.  

The minute her mouth closed upon his penis, he let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh, and dug his hand in her hair.

She smiled around him, for she knew that he’d do that eventually – but she didn’t think he’d have done it so soon.  Using a combination of her mouth and her hands, she sucked, licked, and pumped his erection, bringing one hand down to caress his balls.  Minutes passed, and he moaned while his hand twisted itself deeper into her hair.  “Oh God yes, Baby,” he moaned.  “God, don’t stop.”  And stop she didn’t.  She flicked her tongue across the head of his hot, throbbing cock while her hand continued to pump him into oblivion.  “Come on, baby,” she thought.  “Come for me.  Come in my mouth.”

Finally she felt his penis begin to twitch.  Furiously she started to suckle on the head of his cock while her hand wrapped itself even tighter around the shaft, pumping up and down as fast as she could.  “That’s it, baby,” she thought.  “Come for me.  Yes, that’s it.  Come in my mouth.”




Distraction



I own an operate a small internet sales business with a storefront in a shopping center. As a hobby, I also co-host an online radio show once a week. In order to communicate with our Producer (who is halfway across the country) during the show, I need to be in a chat room. Since I currently don't have a computer at home, I do the show from my store instead.

A couple of weeks ago, I met Kate through a mutual friend. She is my age (48) and in nice shape...great ass, small breasts, mischievous grin...we seemed to have a lot in common and we ended up running into one another 3-4 times over the course of a week. It began with some flirting that quickly turned into intimate conversation about our turn-ons. We discovered that we both have a passion for exhibitionism and voyeurism...particularly surrounding masturbation and public places. General talk soon turned to possible scenarios and I suggested that it might be fun if she joined me at the store during an evening when I was doing my radio show. Kate challenged me...saying there was no way I could keep my focus on doing a show for an hour if she were there "distracting" me. I countered that she might be right but it would be awfully fun finding out.

The following Tuesday night, she texted me and told me to make sure I "behaved" that evening because she had plans for the next night (during my show). The following morning Kate texted me again to let me know she'd be meeting me at the store at 7:45pm and instructing me to bring a six-pack of beer...lager or ale, whichever I preferred...but just make sure it's in long-neck bottles!

We met at my store that evening and settled into chairs facing one another. The computers are about halfway back from the front of the store with some shelving and a counter partially blocking the view of anyone who might wander past the store front...but if they were to stop and look hard enough, it wouldn't be too tough to see us. We cracked open a couple beers and chatted as I prepared to go live. As I phoned in to the Producer and connected with my co-host, Kate grinned and undid the top button of the button-fly jeans she was wearing and slid her right hand down into them. Taking a long sip of her beer, she pushed her hand all the way into her jeans...I could see her fingers wiggling against the fabric. She then set the beer down and whispered, "yep, getting a little wet..."

For the next 10 minutes, Kate was content to casually caress her pussy inside her jeans and sip her beer...updating me on how much wetter she was getting. Half-heartedly listing to my co-host, I allowed my right hand to fall into my lap and massage my stiffening cock through my sweatpants. Kate took her left foot and pushed my hand away, shaking her head no and whispering, "just watch." She then allowed her hand to ease out of her jeans and with both hands, pull them completely open and revealing her trimmed bush. As she spun her chair away from me so that her back was too me, I glanced at the computer screen...my Producer messaging me that we had 3 callers holding. I quickly introduced the first caller and let my co-host take over as I watched Kate slide her jeans all the way off and kick them aside. She glanced over her shoulder at me and then spun the chair around. Now naked from the waist down, she had both hands covering her pussy. I watched intently as she pushed the middle finger of her right hand between her lips and let the left hand fall aside.

She mouthed, "you like?" as she worked her finger in and out of herself slowly. I took the phone away from my mouth and whispered, "you are so fucking hot!" I leaned in closer and put my hand on her thigh and she put her foot on my chair, pushing me away and again grinning, "just watch!"

For the next 15 minutes, Kate casually fingered herself with her right hand while massaging her clit with the left as she sat with her back to the storefront. My eyes darted from her now dripping pussy to the computer screen to the front window...people would occasionally walk past but no one seemed to take notice of us. I was barely listening to anything going on with the show and fortunately there were plenty of callers that night and I only had to jump in now and them to introduce them and allow my co-host to take over. As I glanced back to the computer screen to get the name of the next caller, I noticed my cell phone laying on the counter. I quickly grabbed it and clicked the camera on, holding it up to show Kate. She smiled widely and pulled her finger from her wet snatch...using both hands to spread herself open as I clicked a picture. I set the phone down and she immediately went back to work with her right hand...reaching for her empty beer bottle with the left.

"Should I?," an evil grin spread across her face. I eagerly shook my head in approval and she slowly lowered the bottle to her thigh and slid up to her swollen lips. Sliding forward in the chair, she eased the top of the bottle into herself. As I took a deep breath and drank in the site of this amazingly sexy woman putting on a show for me, I realized that nobody was talking on the radio show I was supposed to be doing! I quickly looked at the computer...no callers on hold. My mind was a blank and we still had 15 minutes to fill. I asked my co-host a meaningless question, hoping she would ramble for a bit.

Kate was now out and out fucking herself with the empty long-neck and asking me if I wanted her to cum? I shook my head yes as I attempted to also pay attention to what my co-host was saying...a losing battle, to say the least.

Kate whispered, "can you handle this...are you sure you want me to cum?"

It was ALL that I wanted...the show be damned. Fortunately, a message popped up in the screen from my Producer, "Jay on line 1." I immediately welcomed Jay to the show and returned my focus to Kate, who was now violently shoving the the bottle in and out of her soaking pussy with her left hand as her right dug at her clit. I quickly reached for the cell phone camera again and clicked a quick picture of her fucking herself for me. She was clearly close now as her hips thrust up off the chair with each stroke of the beer bottle.

Again, I took the phone away from my mouth and looked her in the eye, "cum for me, Kate, do it! Cum for me now!"

With a final thrust, she pushed the bottle deep inside of her and then her thighs slammed together as she twisted in the chair...biting her lip as she tried not to make too any noise.

It was one of the most amazing things I've ever witnessed in person and I sat staring...mouth open...cock throbbing. Jay was gone and my co-host was asking me a question. I shook my head and tried to concentrate. I apologized for being a little "out of it tonight" and checked the clock. Three more minutes to kill.

Kate was laying back in the chair now, huge smile on her face, running her tongue up and down the neck of the bottle which was glistening with her juices.

"Is this too distracting?," she teased. I decided it wouldn't be the end of the world if we wrapped up the show a little early and thanked everyone who listened and called...inviting them to tune in again next week. After the Producer faded us out, I quickly apologized to him and my co-host for being a little distracted...claiming it had been a long week and I was just tired. I quickly got off the phone and turned to Kate, still leaning back in her chair, legs partially spread, pussy lips still wet.

She smiled and placed her foot on my crotch, "ready to do something about that now?"



Distraction



Suddenly her mouth filled with his hot, salty come, and she sucked his cock the way she would a straw.  Swallowing every last drop and licking the head, she looked up at him.

He didn’t quite understand the look in her eyes.  “What is it?” he asked.

“I love you,” she said.

Smiling, he knelt down in front of her.  “I love you too,” he said, kissing her.  Without speaking more, he pushed her back so that she was half lying on the couch.  Crouching between her knees, she knew what he was about to do… she would have begged him if he hadn’t.  Slowly… agonizingly slowly… he lowered his head to the space between her legs.  It seemed forever for him to get there but when he finally did, it seemed her whole world exploded.

Pulling her outer lips apart with his hands, he gently licked around her inner lips, circling round and round, almost but not quite touching her clit.  He lapped at her pussy like a dog, covering her whole mound with his tongue.  Up and down, up and down he caressed her hot pussy with his tongue.  Her mind was swirling, the room spinning, almost as if she were drunk.  And she was… she was intoxicated with her passion and desire for him.  Gently, slowly, he inserted his tongue into her, tongue-fucking her with agonizing slowness.  

“Oh God,” she breathed, totally taken away by his ministrations upon her.

She could almost feel him grin as he continued to lick, suck, and tongue-fuck her into oblivion, all the while purposely ignoring her clit.

Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore.  She knew she’d just go mad if he didn’t suck her clit.  “Please,” she begged, reaching down to grab his head and pull it closer to her clit.  “I can’t stand it anymore, honey.  Please!”

“Please what?” he asked, knowing all too well what she meant… but wanting to hear her say it.  

“Please, honey… suck… suck my… suck my clit,” she finally got out.  While he liked to tease her and call her a nympho, she really wasn’t all that comfortable letting all her inhibitions go, even with her own husband.

He dove into her clit like a madman.  Sucking, licking, flicking his tongue over it... driving her fast and furiously to the edge and back again.  “Oh my GOD!” she screamed as the first wave of orgasm swept over her.  “Yes… yes… YES! Blake, oh God, BLAKE!”  

Slowly he eased off of her and, after wiping his face on the towel he’d so unceremoniously thrown on the couch, he grinned at her.

“SO proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice husky from screaming.

“But of course,” he said, smiling.

“Come here,” she said, her arms outstretched to him.  Getting up from his kneeling position on the floor, he came to her.  Kissing, they held each other tightly.  “God, I love you,” she said, looking into his blue eyes.

“I love you too,” he said, and then bent down to kiss her neck.  She began to run her hands up and down his back, letting her nails lightly trace a path on his skin.  “Mmmm,” he moaned into her neck while gooseflesh suddenly appeared on his back.  Suzi chuckled to herself.  She loved the fact that she could turn him on simply by running her nails up and down his back.  It gave her a strange sense of empowerment.

Shifting himself, he once again kneeled between her legs, putting a pillow under his knees for comfort.  Placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her to the very edge of the couch.  All she could do was stare into his eyes, totally and completely transfixed by him.

With agonizing slowness he entered her.  Bit by bit, inch by inch, he gradually pushed his hot, throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy.  “Oh god yes,” she thought to herself.  “Yes, enter me.  Fill me.  Complete me.”

Wrapping her legs around his and bracing herself against the back of the couch, she pushed herself against him, forcing him all the way inside of her.  “Oooh yeah,” she groaned, looking into his eyes.

Slowly he started thrusting, in and out, the pleasure almost unbearable.  She pushed against him in time with his own rhythm.  Faster and faster they moved together, both wanting to prolong the enjoyment yet eager for the crashing climax.  Finally she no longer had control over her own body.  Lying there, she simply enjoyed the feel of him inside her, all the while looking him in the eyes.

Reaching up, he took one breast in his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple.  She reached up to cup her own breast, aiding him, loving the sensation of his cock in her hot, tight pussy as well as his hand on her breast.  

Suddenly he let go of her breast, eliciting a small, frustrated groan from her.  Taking her hand in his, he brought it up so that she was touching her own breast.  Moving her fingers so that she was pinching her own nipple, he told her without words what he wanted her to do.

Cringing inside, she did it anyway.  She felt humiliated in one sense, but on the other hand she felt… naughty… sexy.  She pinched and rolled her own nipple, watching his face.  Watching him watching her, specifically.  She could see in his eyes how turned on he was by it.  “Wow,” she thought.  “Something as simple as my playing with my own tits and that’s the kind of reaction I get?”

Suddenly he began humping her like some kind of wild bull, his eyes never leaving the sight of her hand on her own breast.  His tongue snaked out of his mouth, his concentration completely absorbed.  Harder and faster he thrusted, hitting her G-spot, making tiny little lights explode within her eyes.  

Letting go of her breast, she grabbed his arms and half sat up.  “Oh God yes, baby.  Harder.  Harder!  Please… oh God, please!  Make me come!”

He plunged into her with wild abandon.  Falling back on the couch, she felt the first waves of her orgasm overtaking her.  “Yes baby. Yes!  Oh God I’m gonna come.  Oh God… Jesus fucking Christ!  I’m commmmmmmiiiiiiiingggggggg!”  Her world exploded into thousands of bright colored lights, and vaguely she was aware of Blake having his own orgasm, his loud grunts and intermittent thrusts as he exploded deep within her.

Finally he fell in a heap on top of her, both of them heaving, almost hyperventilating.  “Oh my God,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around him.  “That was absolutely wonderful.”

They lay like that for a few minutes and finally he raised his head to kiss her, long, deep, and passionate.  

“Baby,” he said, after their lips had finally parted, “surprise me like that more often!”

Chuckling, she kissed him softly on the lips.  “I promise,” she whispered. 




Distraction



One evening a couple of months ago, my wife Jessie and I had a few friends over for a few drinks and a barbecue. After dinner as we were sitting around talking and drinking someone started talking about playing strip poker. It seemed that everyone had at one time or another played the game. Being somewhat bold, I suggested that we play Distractions, a stripping game. Everyone agreed, so I hooked my laptop up to the TV so everyone could see the screen at once. After everyone set up the game, we started playing. 

It proceeded slowly at first, as everyone was trying to figure out the layout of the board. Eventually, Michelle matched “Wild Cards” and was told she could receive a back rub from all the players of her choosing at the same time. Michelle, being married to Gary, did not choose him. Instead, she chose Beck and I. Michelle is an attractive former college cheerleader. She has shoulder length brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her chest is not large, but she has very nice legs and a perfectly rounded ass. Beck is a monster. He stands 6’ 2” and probably weighs about 220 lbs. He is very solidly put together. I stand about 6’ 1” and weigh around 200 lbs. While not as big as Beck, I do exercise and am fairly well put together. 

Michelle laid down on the carpeting and Beck and I began to knead her back muscles. Beck was on her left and I was on her right. The smile on Michelle’s face told me that she liked what we were doing. We started at her neck and worked our way down her back.. We rubbed her sides and the top of her ass. After three or four minutes, we decided that we should get on with the game. 

I made the next match, matching Jessie’s panties. Since Jessie hadn’t lost any other clothing yet, and her panties were not showing, we decided as a group that I would remove my wife’s panties once someone was ordered to remove her shorts. 

After several more turns, Michelle matched Andrea’s pants. Andrea laughed nervously for a bit, then stood in the center of the room. Michelle knelt in front of her and undid the button and zipper of Andrea’s jeans. Andrea is a tall, thin woman. She has shoulder length black hair and a dark complexion. She works out religiously and it shows because her body is very trim. As Michelle began to work Andrea’s jeans down over her hips, the rest of us could just start to make out the top of her panties. Michelle slid her hands down Andrea’s hips and legs, and Andrea then stepped out of her jeans. The rest of us were treated to a view of Andrea standing in her black, see-though, bikini cut panties. Andrea did a quick spin for out viewing pleasure, and we could all see the outline of her dark pubic hair through her panties before she sat down again. 

Tim then match up “wild cards.” He also was to receive a back rub from all the players of his choice. Following Michelle’s example of not choosing her spouse, Tim did not choose Andrea. Instead, he chose Jenni and Jessie. Tim is about 5’ 10” tall and weighs approximately 175 pounds. He has an average build, short dark hair and a dark complexion. Jessie is 5’ 7” and about 140 pounds. I have also loved her 36C breasts and her nicely rounded ass. She has long dark hair and brown eyes that often sparkle with mischief. Jenni is an athletic blond with long hair. Her chest is smaller than Jessie’s, but her legs and ass as just as nice. Tim laid down in the center of the room for his massage. Jenni started on his right and Jessie on his left. Tim clearly enjoyed being massaged by two attractive women. It also looked like Jenni and Jessie enjoyed lavishing him with attention. They finished after a few minutes and we returned to the game. 

Andrea made the next match, and again it was “wild cards.” She was instructed to steal a kiss from every player that she chose. She began by giving her husband, Tim a quick peck on the lips. Then she came over to me and gave me a short French kiss. Beck received the same. Then she went to Gary. Gary received the longest kiss from Andrea, lasting a minute or more while several of us cheered to encourage them. 

There was a run on “wild cards.” Beck matched the next pair. He was to pick a player to rub his groin for his enjoyment. Clearly the trend was to not pick your significant other, so Beck did not pick Jenni. Instead, he picked Andrea. Beck leaned back against the bottom of the couch while Andrea crawled over to him. She began by lightly stroking his cock through his jeans. After a while, she began to rub harder. It was apparently starting to affect Beck, judging from the growing bulge in his pants. Soon Andrea was stroking his cock up and down. Just as Beck started to breath a little harder, Andrea stopped and said we should continue the game. 

The run on “wild cards” continued with Michelle matching the next pair. She was to enjoy getting her butt rubbed by the player of her choice. Michelle chose me for the honor and laid down on her stomach with her legs spread. I accepted the invitation and knelt between her legs. I began by lightly brushing her ass with my fingertips. I began at the small of her back and traced lines with my fingers down to where her butt met the top of her legs. My fingers made their return trip by caressing the crack of her ass. Soon I was pressing harder, and eventually massaging her ass with long, deep strokes. She began to lift her hips in time with my kneading. We were both enjoying ourselves, but had to stop if we wanted the game to progress. 

After a short time, Gary matched the tiles for Jenni’s shirt and won the honor of removing it. Jenni stood in the center of the room and Gary faced her. He began unbuttoning Jenni’s shirt from the top. As her removed her short sleeve shirt from her shoulders, we were able to see her yellow lace bra. It accented her light skin and blond hair very well. 

Andrea next matched the tiles for Jenni’s skirt. Jenni again stood in the middle of the room and Andrea knelt before her. Andrea undid the clips at the sides of Jenni’s skirt and then slid down the zippers. After just a little help from Andrea, the skirt slid down Jenni’s shapely legs and she stepped out of it. Underneath, she was wearing a yellow thong to match her bra. 

Beck again matched “wild cards” and was told to enjoy getting his butt rubbed by the player of his choice. This time he chose Michelle. Who straddled the backs of his thighs while he lay on the floor. Michelle began mush the same way as I did with her. She caressed his butt lightly from top to bottom, then began to rub and massage it harder and harder. After a few minutes, we returned to the game. 

I made the next match; the tilws for Michelle’s shorts. Michelle stood in the center of the room, but unlike the others who knelt in front of their subject, I stood behind her. From there I reached around her waist to unbutton her shorts. Then I slowly unzipped her fly. Placing my hands inside the top of her shorts, I began to maneuver them over her curvy hips. After they began to move over her hips, I knelt behind her. This let me pull her shorts down more, but more importantly, it gave me an eye level view of the ass I had been massaging a few minutes earlier. Michelle assisted me by bending over to push the front of her shorts down. Her blue and white striped cotton panties fit snuggly against her ass and pussy lips. At that point, I was convinced there was no better seat in the house than I had at that moment. 

Beck next matched the tiles for Michelle’s shirt. Michelle stood up and raised her arms above her head. Beck stood in front of her and raised her t-shirt over her head. Michelle stood there briefly in her light blue, 34B bra before sitting down. 

Beck matched the tiles for Jessie’s shorts on his next turn. Jessie stood up and Beck stood in front of her. He undid the button and unzipped her shorts. Slipping his hands inde the back of her shorts, he began to slide then down over her ass and hips. Jessie closed her eyes and shifted her hips from side to side to assist him. Beck’s fingers lightly brushed Jessie’s hips and thighs as he moved her shorts down her legs, revealing her pink lace panties. The lace was a large weave and her ass and dark bush were clearly visible to all. 

Based upon my earlier match of Jessie’s panties, I next moved into position by kneeling in front of her. I grabbed the top of her panties at her hips and pealed them down over her hips and butt. Jessie opened her thighs ever so slightly so that I could slide her panties down her legs. Naked from the waist down, Jessie stepped out of her panties and sat down on the floor again. 

Next Tim matched the tiles for my t-shirt. I stood up and raised my arms so that he could lift it off of me. Tim stepped behind me and raised my shirt up over my head exposing my hairy chest for the room. 

Soon Jenni matched the tiles for Gary’s pants. As Gary stood up, Jenni moved in behind him. She reached around his waist to unbutton and unzip his pants. She slid the zipper down slowly, her fingertips tracing the front of Gary’s pants. When she reached the bottom, she started to slide his jeans down his legs, revealing his blue and red plaid boxers. His semi-erect cock pressed against the front of his shorts as he stepped out of his pants. 

I next matched two “wild cards” which entitled me to a butt rub by the player of my choice. I chose Jenni who straddled my back as she sat facing my feet. Jenni kneaded my buttocks and stroked from the tops of my thighs to my low back.. A few times, she dipped he hand down between my legs to give my balls a quick feel. Obviously I had made a wise choice. 

Beck then matched Andrea’s panties. She stood up and he moved in close behind her. Beck reached around her and traced the top of her panties with his fingertips starting from the front to the tops of her hips. He then began to roll her black see-throughs down her legs, exposing her short trimmed dark bush for the rest of us. He continued skimming them down her legs until his hands reached her ankles and she could step out of them. 

Michelle next matched the tiles for Tim’s undershorts. Based on the rule we made up earlier, Michelle got a rain check until Tim’s shorts were removed. 

Next, Andrea matched the tiles for my shorts. She knelt in front of me and looked up at me as she undid the button and zipper of my khaki shorts. She opened my shorts and slid them down my legs all the while looking me in the eye. Her constant gaze made an impression and began to stiffen my cock. It began to press against the front of my boxers as I returned to my seat. 

Tim then matched the tiles for Michelle’s bra. He stood behind her and undid the hook, then slid the straps off her shoulders. Tim then slid his fingers under the cups of her bra and caressed her breasts and nipples. After a few seconds, Michelle finished shrugging out of her bra and returned to her spot on the floor. Her pink nipples stood out, firm from the attention Tim had given them. 

Beck matched the tiles for Jessie’s bra, but Jessie told us that her bra would not come off with her shirt on. Beck had to wait a bit for his payoff. 

After a few more wrong guesses, Tim matched up the tiles for Michelle’s panties. She stood up and Tim began to pull down her cotton panties. Michelle seemed to be turned on by the game, and the prospect of being totally nude in a full room. Her panties showed a slight damp spot. Michelle’s labia had spread a bit and her pink pussy lips were beginning to show through her light brown pubic hair. 

Andrea made the match of Beck’s undershorts, but since Beck hadn’t lost any clothes yet, she had to wait to remove them. 

Jenni matched up the tiles for Andrea’s shirt. Andrea was wearing a tight, black shirt that stretched to fit her form. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra from the way her nipples were straining at the material of her shirt. Andrea stayed seated on the floor, but leaned back against the bottom of the sofa. Jenni crawled over to her and began to unbutton her shirt from the bottom up, exposing more and more of Andrea’s stomach as she went. Once she got the shirt unbuttoned, Jenni brushed it off Andrea’s shoulders and down her arms, exposing her small breasts for all of us. 

Soon, Jessie won the right to remove Tim’s shorts. She stood behind him and undid the button and fly. As Jessie was slowly sliding Tim’s shorts off, Michelle knelt in front of him, preparing to remove his underwear. As soon as Jessie exposed his white briefs, Michelle caressed the front of them on her way to the waist band. Michelle began to pull them to the floor, exposing Tim’s semi-hard, six inch cock to us. She pushed his briefs to the floor where they joined his shorts and he stepped from them both. 


Gary matched up the tiles for Beck’s shorts next. Gary stood in front of Beck to undo the button and fly. He pushed them to the floor and was quickly replaced by Andrea, who had earlier won the right to remove his silk boxers. Andrea knelt in front of Beck and pulled his boxers down, freeing his thick 8 inch dick. 

Soon Michelle matched the tiles for my undershorts. She stood behind me and reached around my waist. Placing her hands on my hips, she moved my boxers down my legs. She had to grab my 7 inch cock to free it from the waist band of my boxers, which made it harder than it already was from the game. When she was down with her grope, I returned to my seat. 

On her very next turn, Michelle matched tiles for Jessie’s shirt. Jessie leaned forward and Michelle stood behind her, bending down to grab at Jessie’s t-shirt. She lifted it up over Jessie’s head and off her. Beck then knelt behind where Jessie was sitting to remove her freshly exposed pink lace bra. He undid the hook and slid the straps down her shoulders before tracing his fingertips down across her chest to the cups off her bra. He then slid his fingertips up under her bra and slid them across her nipples. Jessie has always had very sensitive nipples, and as Beck made contact, she drew in a sharp breath and bit her lower lip. Beck gave her nipples a quick roll between his finger and thumb before finishing the removal of her bra. Jessie seemed disappointed that it had to end so quickly. 

Jenni then won the right to remove Beck’s shirt. Since they are married, and Jenni has probably done this many times before, she did not waste any time. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders, exposing his hairless chest. 

Andrea then matched tiles for Gary’s shirt. Gary remained seated, but leaned back when Andrea straddled his legs and began to lift his shirt over her head. Clearly this close proximity had an affect on both of them. Gary wore only his boxers and Andrea was nude. Her pussy pressed against the bulge in Gary’s shorts while she slid her hands up his sides. Her hips began to make slow rocking motions as she undressed Gary. Unfortunately for Andrea, it had to end. She finished with Gary’s shirt and got off his lap. 

Lucky for her, she matched “wild cards” on the very next turn and won the right to have her groin rubbed by the player of her choice. Andrea chose Gary to finish the job she had started with him a few moments earlier. She then lay back on the sofa and opened her thighs and closed her eyes, one foot resting on the coffee table in front of the couch. Gary sat at the foot of the couch and began by tracing his fingertips lightly up Andrea’s thighs. Soon he was caressing her pussy with his fingertips. Andrea’s hips began to buck lightly. Gary slid a fingertip into the folds of Andrea’s pussy as she let out a gasp. Slowly, he slid one, then two fingers of his right hand into her wet pussy while still caressing the insides of her thighs with his left. Gary extended his right thumb and must have found Andrea’s clit, judging from her reaction. Soon she began to clench her legs around Gary’s hand as she began to shake from orgasm. We waited for Andrea to come down from her high, since she still had the next turn. 

In a few turns, Gary matched the tiles for Tim’s shirt. He pulled Tim’s t-shirt over his head, and soon Tim was also naked. 

Jessie matched up the tiles for Jenni’s panties. She knelt in front of Jenni while Jenni stood. Jessie hooked the top of Jenni’s thong at the hips and peeled it down. From my vantage point, I could see the Jenni had a cleanly shaved pussy. 

Michelle matched the next set of “wild cards.” They entitled her to have her groin rubbed by the player of her choice. She chose Beck and laid back on the floor. Beck knelt between her legs and rubbed by fingertips up her thighs and into her light brown bush. Michelle bit her lower lip as he rubbed a finger into her pussy lips and penetrated her. She bucked against Beck’s finger for a short time before she began gasping for breath and orgasming. 

Jenni picked the tiles for Gary’s shorts. She knelt in front of Gary and pulled his plaid boxers down. Gary must have still been turned on by his performance because his cock was fully erect. Jenni apparently was a little turned on as well, and wanted hers too. She opened her mouth and gave Gary’s cock a quick suck before returning to her place. 

She took the next pick and matched wild cards. Since we were down to the last few tiles, it wasn’t a hard match. The match entitled her to have her butt rubbed by the player of her choice—me. Jenni laid down on her stomach with her legs spread. I knelt between her legs and noticed how wet her pussy was. I began my ministrations where her butt met the top of her thighs. I traced a line across the bottom off her cheeks, out to her hips, and up to the top of her butt. Then I fanned my fingers and traced them down across her butt before running them beck up the crack of her ass. As I did this, Jenni raised her hips off the floor, spreading her ass cheeks in the process. This gave me a very nice view of her pussy and tight asshole. I continued by massaging her ass, first the left cheek, then the right. Then, grabbing a cheek in each hand. I spread her cheeks and massaged, pressing a finger to her asshole periodically. She was enjoying her anal attentions, so I licked my finger and slid it one knuckle in. Jenni began to press back, fucking my finger. I brought my other hand down between her legs to rub her pussy. It only took a few more seconds for Jenni to reach an orgasm, convulsing on each of my hands. 

To finish the matching, Jessie selected the last two “wild cards,” which entitled her to a kiss from each player of her choice. She went around the room French kissing all of the gentlemen. Then she selected the last two tiles which said, “Jenni’s bra.” Jessie removed Jenni’s flowery bra and briefly rubbed her tits from behind. 

The wager screen was now up. Jenni came in first place and I came in last place. She spent the rest of the night collecting on her wagers, while I spent the rest of the night paying off mine. It was the most fun I have ever had coming in last place. 



Distraction



Another quick piece of smut for your pleasure.

Thanks to my friend, Victoria Whita, for the pictures that inspired me to write this. She writes pretty good stuff as well.

Please vote and comment once you're done. Feedback drives me to write more.

Squinting at my computer's screen a little, I try to bring the letters and words into focus. I've been at this too long.

This always happens when I'm working. I've got a story to write. I promised my publisher a new one and, as always, I disappear inside my mind. I'm up early in the morning, barely eat, sit at the computer, wander around the house and neighbourhood to think, stay up late, go to bed, toss and turn, then start the whole process over again.

I'm lucky I have a lady who doesn't take this personally.

I've been hearing her move around our house. She showered in the bathroom and has gone into the bedroom. Nothing since though. She must have gone to bed. I sigh and think, "I had better go soon then. I need the rest."

"Sweetie?" I jump at the sudden sound of her voice behind me. "I bought something today and I need your opinion on it."

Automatically I swivel my chair towards her. If she asks something, I answer, she's too important to me.

All tiredness lifts from me as she falls under my gaze. My cock hardens in my shorts at the sight of her. She is standing with her back to me, her long dark hair gathered in her hands and held to her head. This gives me a full view of her. My lady has lovely pale skin, almost flawless in its creamy texture. Hip cocked to one side, her beautiful ass is the center of my attention. Wonderfully rounded, its pure sensuality pushes more blood into my member, making it dense as wood.

She's wearing an outfit I haven't seen before; a gauzy, black, two piece set of lingerie of a spider web pattern. The garment clings tightly and contrasts with her skin, making it even more exquisite. The crack of her ass is almost hidden as her flimsy garment highlights her firm, lovely cheeks.

I make a gulping noise. It's the only response to the sexy vision in front of me.

She gives a merry little laugh and shakes her ass a little. "I take it you approve," she states.

The movement of her buttocks completes my transformation from soft to hard. I reach into my pants to move my prick into a more comfortable position. Rolling my chair forward, I take her by the hips and sit her in my lap. "Why don't you tell me?" I ask her.

"Oh!" she squeals, and wiggles over my erection. "You do like it."

With a little hiss of pleasure, she changes her bottom's motion to a back and forth stroke. I make a gulping noise, take her hips in my hands and guide her into a faster rhythm. Lovely shocks of pleasure shiver outward from where she runs against me. She whines, leans forward and presses herself tight to me.

Giving a loud gasp, I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her fast, inhibiting our play. We're both too close and I want to be in her when that happens. Reaching up, I cup her firm breasts, squeezing them gently.

She gives a breathy sibilance and presses back into my chest. Her left hand comes up, places itself on my cheek, pulls my head to hers. There is a wide grin on my face as I stroke my beard over the delicate skin of her shoulder. She trills as I place my lips over the same spot.

Abruptly, she stands, turns towards me. She places one leg of each arm of my chair and slides in until she's pressing her lovely tits to me. Her legs move up as her hips move down and she places the wet fabric at her crotch on my hardness once more.

Her eyes flutter for a moment at the sensation, then she takes my head in her hands and covers my lips with her own. Ravenously, she works at me, teasing my tongue. Her hips shimmy, grinding my rigid member into her soaking slit. She gasps, leaves my mouth and pants in my ear. "Oh God," she groans, "I'll never get tired of this. You against me, wanting me, pleasing me."

I can feel her body start to shake. "Not yet," I whisper and take her hips in my hands. I keep her from moving enough to go over the edge. As she leans away from me, I can see the look in her face, both wanting and eager. Wanting to finish but eager for me to inflame her some more.

Lifting up the top of her apparel, I move my head forward and take a breast in my mouth. Sucking hard, I pull as much as I can into me. My tongue runs over her satin skin, teases over her aureola, flickers over her nipple. I can feel it grow rubber hard at my laving. "Oh Jesus," comes from her in a thin whine. I have to hold very tight to keep her hips still.

My mouth releases her and I play my lips over the rest of her tit. I move across her chest tickling the skin with my facial hair. She lets loose a little sound, part giggle, part moan at the touch of me. The thin whines sounds once more as I draw her other breast in my mouth, repeating my playing.

I pull my head away. Her slick tit comes free with a slight 'pop' and jiggles for a second. I smile in lust and wonder at the sight of her tasty orbs shining with my saliva.

"Stand up sweetheart," I tell her. She does, but reluctantly. I follow her to my feet.

"Go over to the wall," I bid her, nodding towards where I have a map of the world hung. Acceding to my request, she does. I trail behind her, watching her lovely ass cheeks roll as she walks.

"Stop," comes my final direction. "Lean forward and place your hands on the map." She reaches out, putting one hand on Central Russia, one on the Northern Pacific with Iceland staring her in the face. She cocks her hip to one side, drawing my eyes towards her shapely bottom.

I kneel and pull her lower garment down. As her skin is revealed I kiss softly at it and lightly poke with my tongue. She makes a tiny noise of pleasure and presses back at me.

Soon all of her lovely bum is uncovered. I peel her panties down her gorgeous legs and she steps from them. My hands gently spread her limbs and I can finally see her beautiful, drenched pussy.

"But not yet" I tell myself. Instead I use my thumbs to reveal her tender pucker and I dart my tongue over it. At close, but irregular intervals I poke and swirl, teasing over the responsive nerves there. Her elbows give way and her body moves away, her head coming to rest on the wall. I follow at once, not wanting to lose the taste of her.

At each touch of my tongue, she gives sharp little gulps, a certain sign of her excitement. I know with that, it's time to move on. I move downwards, over her perineum. Tickling my tongue over the tender skin there I feel her cheeks flex in my hands, telling me how exciting she finds my touch. The gulps become a stammering groan.

A little lower and I'm licking her moist lips. Her groan becomes louder and more shrill. I push my tongue inside, circle it around. The taste of her honeyed slipperiness and feel of her hot fissure deluges my mind. My passion for her shimmers through me.

I then take her clit in my mouth, suck at it softly. The tip of my tongue flicks across it. She tries to pull away but I knew she would so I hold her thighs tightly. Her moment of shock ends as she pushes back once more, craving my touch now. Keening with desire, she shoves herself at my face, demanding I bring her to an explosion.

I deny her. Standing, I undo my shorts and let them fall to the ground. My prick springs free.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"God yes," is her sputtered reply.

"God! Yes!" she repeats as I push myself into her. I pull back then push again. And again. I move steadily in and out of her. I can feel her inner muscles clasp at me, hungering for my presence in her.

She moves with me, helping me. She tells me in single words the pleasure I'm giving her. "God. Yes. Good. More. More. Please. Please. Please."

I speed up my rhythm, stroking harder now. I can see her ass ripple as my hips collide with her. The muscles in her back stand out as ecstasy tightens them.

Her noise gets louder and her vocabulary smaller. "Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God!" I can tell she is seconds from exploding.

She sounds a guttural growl and I feel her clamp tight around me. Her body shakes and shimmies as the waves of her orgasm trigger her nerves in ecstatic pulses. Her delight drips from her, sluices along my cock and down my legs.

It's too much for me and my own howl sounds as I let go. My seed sprays from me like water from a hose. My pace becomes irregular, my muscles following my pleasure's directives.

My libation feeds her fire like gasoline. She clamps harder around me and quakes like jelly. "Yes!" she hisses. My eyes lose focus at the exquisite bliss of her pressure.

Our knees give out and we fall to them. I never leave her hot, quivering depths. We grab at each other, still shaking with our climaxes. We seem to melt together into a single entity, one lost in elysium.

The world comes back to us. "Jesus!" we exclaim together, "that was good." She makes that little purring sound she does when she's very happy. I lick at her shoulder, tasting the sweetness of her.

"I'm glad you like it," she says, giggling.

"Like is too weak a word," I reply. "I love it. And the woman who bought it even more."

She turns her head to me and we kiss, with warmth and love.

"It's time for bed," she tells me. With a sated groan she stands, and I feel the loss as my cock is exposed to the air. Shaking, I rise to my feet as well, take her waist and lead her to the bedroom. We have to support each other. Walking would be difficult alone.

Climbing into bed, we pull the sheets over ourselves and snuggle up to each other. I kiss her forehead and tell her, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she replies drawing me tighter. "I know you, and you needed a distraction. You get so lost in your mind."

"I'm so happy you're in my life. Go to sleep, beautiful. Thank you again."

Closing her eyes, she does as I ask.

I smile and follow her. My last thought is I have something else to write tomorrow.

And here's the result.





Distraction



It was a Monday night. I remember this distinctly because Raw had gone off 10 minutes prior. It wasn't any big fancy date, we had just gone out and gotten some Popeye's ... Spicy chicken (I usually prefer mild but I guess I was feeling daring this night) biscuits and red beans and rice. Fattening ... too many carbs ... who gives a care, it was good. An evening of guilty pleasures. We spent two hours snuggled up on the couch ... eating, talking, and laughing. Almost perfectly platonic.... just wrestling buddies, right?

But in the back of my mind I was aware of something else. This tension between us ... this magnetism, electricity. I was too aware of his arm around my shoulder. A bit too quick to rest on his chest, a bit too enamored by the sound of his heartbeat. A bit too distracted every time he touched me. I tried to dismiss it...silly, useless thoughts; all we shared was wrestling, food, and poetry, right? 

The show ended. He got up to go to the bathroom, and I decided to clean up a bit. We had eaten off the good plates because I was out of paper plates so I gathered up the trash to throw it away and took the dishes to the sink. I turned on the hot water and let it run, creating warm soapy bubbles. 2 plates, 2 cups, 2 forks ... just a quick clean up. My hands went on autopilot, turning off the water. Washing and rinsing the forks.... my mind went back to that tension. I found myself thinking of him, thinking of the way his touch felt. Wondering if he was as aware of me as I was of him. 

Then he was there. Standing behind me. A bit too close. He took the long clean forks from me, dried them and tossed them in the drawer, still standing behind me ... so close. 

"Keep washing." he whispered in my ear ... sending chills down my spine. I grabbed a cup and started washing it. Without knowing it my body began to lean back into his. "You want me." he whispered, and as I glanced backwards I saw his matter of fact little grin. What? Silently, I rationalized the situation. Surely he was just teasing, just being a smart ass... just being his damn charming self, he didn't mean anything by it, right? He took the overly clean cup from my hands and put it away. He pulled me fully against him and although he didn't say it seemed as if his body was whispering, "I want you too!" 

This wordless phrase was punctuated by a certain hardness felt pressing into my lower back. Through the unspoken sexual tension he whispered, "Keep washing." I did my best ... lost in the moment ... wondering if it would end, wondering... 

My thoughts became muddled as his lips moved from my ear and began to kiss down my neck. His hands flowed down my sides, over my hips. A slight sigh escaped my lips. Then his hands glided from my hips, up over my abdomen and then ... oh my .... He cupped my breasts in his hands. A soft moan rippled over my vocal chords. My mind was having trouble processing. I could barely hold on to the plate, let alone wash it ..."Keep washing!" he demanded and gave both nipples a hard pinch. 

I gasped. I tried to wash the damn plate ... lost in the feelings, afraid he would stop. His hands ... oh god his hands! One continued to twist and pinch my nipple. He wasn't being gentle. Why did it feel so good? His other hand began to run down my front, unbuttoning my shirt and teasing the exposed flesh. "You like this," ... Button ... "you want this," ... Button ... "you need this," ... Button ..... "you want to be a slut!" ... Button ... "my little slut!"

With that his hands ... ooh his hands ... one found its way beneath my bra and twisted the nipple mercilessly as the other slid into my jeans, under my panties and found my clit. Oh god .... I dropped the plate ... it fell into the sink with a splash. My daze was broken and I became aware of the situation. This was really happening. I looked at him, eyes full of questions, but he didn't seem moved a bit. 

"Naughty girl," he said, "I told you to keep washing!"

I started to protest but then his finger was to my lips ... then it was between my lips and instinctively I began to suck on it. 

"Naughty girls must be punished," he said, punctuating it by pushing me against the sink and slapping my behind. He moved me over some so that I was in front of the counter next to the sink. I felt his hand firmly in the middle of my back as he pushed me down my tits mashing against the counter. Behind me again he kicked my legs apart spreading me open. I felt his hardness pushing up against me as he said "I could fuck you right now! Nothing but a second and your virginity would be gone!" 

I shuddered ... he wouldn't? Would he? Would I object? I didn't know if I could. My breath quickened as he pulled my pants down first and then my panties, forcing me to step out of them. He pulled my head back and then I was blindfolded. Before I had time to protest or react the spanking had begun. I had never had a man spank me before. He was firm and rhythmic. He started out slow and picked up speed. There was pain, but it wasn't bad pain. It couldn't have been that bad because I felt the warmth and wetness spreading between my legs. What was he doing to me?

He seemed to read my thoughts as his free hand began to explore my wetness. He whispered what a dirty slut I was to be getting off on being spanked. I moaned as my hips undulated a rhythm all their own. What was he doing to me? I was lost ....and it took me a while to realize that the spanking had stopped. Suddenly he pulled me up and I was being led into the other room. I pushed me down onto the couch and gave his next command: "Touch yourself."

Normally I would have objected ... I would have blushed and been shy but I was too far gone. The only thing that mattered was pleasure ... his, mine ... I let my finger glide up and down my slit before finding and circling around my clit. I moaned freely. I was aware of him moving around. He seemed to have left the room. I was confused, but he hadn't told me to stop and it felt good so I kept going. Then he was back again. He took my hands in his and told me he had something for me. I felt a familiar object in each hand. My toys! How had he known?

It didn't matter ... I went to work without hesitation. One hand held the long, thin massager toy. I promptly plunged it into me and began to grind against it. The other hand held my bullet toy, which I set to vibrating, and pressed against my clit. I writhed and moaned in front of him, putting on a show for his eyes and his pleasure only. I heard his breathing deepen and quicken. I heard his pants unzip I knew he had joined me in self pleasure. I felt on edge, on fire ... it was so hot ... to be masturbating in front of him. Writhing and moaning, I brought myself to the edge of climax but as always I couldn't quite get over..... so close and yet not quite there ... the frustrating story of my life. Then it was time for another surprise. He took my hands, casting my toys aside, and pulled me to a kneeling position on the floor. 

"Suck my dick." he demanded simply. I reached out and felt for him. I was still blindfolded but it didn't take me long to find his manhood standing firm. I moved closer to him and began to tease the head with my tongue. Then I began to suck him in slowly, my tongue still swirling. I wanted to tease him ... to please him. He wasn't in a slow and fancy mood. He quickly took over... grabbing the sides of my head and controlling the pace. Faster and faster he fucked my face ... sliding in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper into my throat. I moaned over him, letting him feel the vibrations. I continued to work my tongue. 

Everything faded away except for the feel of his dick in my mouth ... nothing mattered except his pleasure. His pleasure was my pleasure. I belonged to him. Suddenly, I felt him tense up. Without much warning he pulled back and shot his load all over my face and chest. Again I should have been embarrassed but I was too far gone to care. 

"Now it's your turn!" he said, and before I could register anything he had pushed me back onto the couch, gotten between my legs and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue found my clit and he began to lick as his fingers dove into the wet abyss, pumping and curling. Another hand reached up to pinch my nipple. I pinched the other with one hand as my other hand curled through his hair. I was back on the edge again. I moaned louder, my breathing got faster ... and then it happened.

He simultaneously curled his fingers against that one golden spot and sucked my clit into his mouth hard. My body convulsed and I was tumbling over the edge, screaming his name.

Wow. It took me a while before I was capable of coherent thought. I found myself again lying against him using him as a pillow like earlier ... but this time there was no wrestling on TV and no clothes on us. I guess we were more than wrestling buddies after all ... he drove me to distraction!



Distraction



Baby Girl attempts to distract her Daddy at work.

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