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After The Party

By: iser21



It all started when Ed, had a party. Ed is Bi, back in high school we did what all guys did. We would look at Playboy and jack off. After high school we would go out to the top-less bars and drink. One night he told me that he was Bi and that he would like to jack me off. Being drunk I said "what the fuck go for it." Not only did he jack me off but he gave me what is still the best head I have ever had. We got together a few times after that. I never did anything to him. So I never felt that I was gay or Bi.

Now that you know about Ed and me, I can start at the party. Ed always has the best parties. Both men and women. Straight, bi and gay come. Most guys know that he is bi and almost all the woman know to.

After the party got started I met this doll of a lady, Mary, Damn good looking woman. Legs that I would die for. Breast that made my mouth water. She had on a blouse that was showing a lot of cleavage. I would say about a 36b. And her skirt was not to short but you could see that she had on a garter belt. I sat across from her and looked at her legs. I know that I had a hard on. And I was just going to sit and look. Mary uncrossed her legs and for a split second I could see all the way up. Then she stood and walked over to me. All I could do was look.

"May I sit down, or are you just going to look at me all night?"

"Please sit..... but then I could look at you all night if you like." I was hoping that she could not tell I had a hard on. But then why not.

She sat next to me, and in an hour we were like old friends. We talked about sports, cars and what ever came up. I was not drinking that much. But I thought that she was.

Would you like to play, what I call "the truth game?" 

"Sure, why not." I was thinking that she was going to ask if I was married and things like that. 

"Okay, I ask you something and you have to tell the truth. If you lie I leave, and I always know when a guy lies." With that my eyes open wider. 

"That is one way of telling when a guy lies, his eyes get bigger, and his dick gets smaller."

A smile came to her face. Since she first sat down this was the first time she said anything about sex. My tongue came out and wet my lips. My heart skipped a beat and for the first time tonight I could not say a word.

"First. Are you kinky?"

"Yes..... in a way... I like to do things some woman would say are kinky"

"Are you submissive."

"I ..... would say yes. With the right person."

Her eyes looked right at me. I could feel them burning into me.

"Since you answered that way, "with the right person," are you saying your bi, or what?"

I went to say something and I stopped myself. The few times I was with Ed.... Did that count?

"I'm what I call almost or part Bi." I know that I had a smile on my face.

"So you have been with a guy. But never did anything to him?"

"Yes...."

"Good. I'll be right back."

I sat alone for some time and then I saw her walking towards me. She sat down right next to me and handed me something.

" Go and put them on... If you do you are mine for the night. If you don't I leave with out you."

I have never thought of wearing panties. Let alone someone I just met. But then I thought I never have met a lady like this. One that would ask me to wear her panties.

"I'll me right back." I got into the bathroom and as I started to pull them up I thought. I don't know this woman. What if she.... or if she.

.... maybe when I walk out she ....Fuck it I'll do it. 

"Do you like the way they feel?"

"Yes... they do feel.... nice." That is all I could say.

"Now lets go to my place, you drive, that way I can."

As we got into my car she sat on her side and I sat on my side. Her skirt was pulled up and I could see her garterbelt and stockings. Her hand went to her lap and I could see it work it's way under her skirt. My breathing got shorter and I could feel my cock getting harder.

"I hope you can drive as I touch myself. I always like to show what I have. Do you like it? I shaved it just for tonight."

I could see a shaved pussy looking back at me. Soft smooth and wet.

"Yes."

When we got to her house I pulled into the drive, we got out and walked in. Once in she told me the rules of the night.

"You are mine. I do what I like when I like and how I like. You do as I say when I say and how I say. I might give you some pain, but then I like that. I will not make you bleed nor leave marks. But then if you ask..... real nice I might. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but."

I never got out the rest. I never saw it coming. I just felt it and heard it

"SLAP." Right across my face. And boy did it hurt. But I would never tell her that.

"Never ask me anything until I ask you to ask. Now strip. Leave my panties on."

I took off my shirt and pants. I stood in front of her just in her panties. 

"Very good. Now my dear I'm going to have my way with you. I'm Bi and sometimes I like to act like a woman and sometimes I like to act like a man. I might be with a man or a woman when I do it. Tonight I'm going to be the man..... and you are going to be my woman. Understand?"

"Yes"

"Good." I'll be right back. 

Mary came back. Under her panties she had a strap-on-dildo. But it look so real I thought she had a real cock. 

"Kneel down and pull my panties off. And show me what a good girl you are. Suck me."

I did as I was told. In all my years. and the few times I was with Ed I never thought I would suck a cock. Even if this was not real I thought it was. Mary's hands held my head and she fucked my face like I have done to most of the woman I have gone out with. My cock was harder then it has ever been. I was just starting to get into it when.

"Stop, that was nice but I would like to fuck you. Stand up."

I felt her hands on my hips as she pulled her ..

.. or my panties down. My cock was hard and never moved. Her eyes looked at it but never looked at it.

"Turn. Now bend over the chair."

I did and I could feel her tongue on my ass. I felt her push it into my asshole and pull back out. I felt her finger pushing and soon it went in. Then two. Soon she was fucking me with her fingers.

"Do not move."

I felt her stand up and then I felt it. Her dildo. Her cock. Her man hood. She was going to fuck me with that. She did something I thought was different. She placed a condom on it. Now it look real. 

"Please I ...."

I never got the rest out. She slapped my ass so hard I thought I would scream. Soon I felt her going in and out. She was fucking me like I have fucked so many woman. It hurt but then I liked it. Soon I was pushing back to get more. 

"You like that?"

"Yes"

"Let me know when you are going to cum."

"Soon." Mary fucked me for about 3 more minutes and then pulled out. 

"Turn."

I did and I could see her pull the condom off the dildo. Her hand started to jack me off. When I came I did it on the dildo. She made me suck it off.

The rest of the night she fucked and sucked me. I never thought that being fucked could be so much fun. Now I know why woman like to get fucked. And I also know why they like it up the ass. It made be understand why Ed is gay. But now I know I can be bi. 

I think I might tell Ed about this. But then he might know already. 

When I left that night I knew what it felt like to be BI.

I'll write the rest later...

After the Party



The Memorial Day cookout is finally over. All of the family and friends have made their way to their cars and headed for home. 

"Why are we still in the pool? It's 2 o'clock in the morning." Jordan says. "There are much better things I could think of to do with my tipsy wife than be here swimmnig." 

"Oh yeah?" Kristy asks. "Like what?" 

"Like...fuck" He says smiling. 

"Hmm, tempting..." she smirks. "Let me help mom clean up some of this mess. I think dad has gone to bed already." 

Jordan watches his wife as she gets out of the pool, the water pouring down her back and legs as she climbs the stairs. She turns around and winks at Jordan and he can't help but notice her gorgeous 40D breasts glistening in the moonlight. 

He smiled slyly, and winked back. 

"Hey mom, want some help?" Kristy asks, opening the back door and walking inside. Her mom, Lori, was standing in front of the sink, draining a cooler of all it's melted ice from the party that day. Her long auburn hair was pulled up in a loose pony tail and she had on a spaghetti strap purple tank top and pair of very short, black shorts. 

"Yes please." she says. "Can you pick up all of the empty bottles around the house and lets get them in the garbage. Try to be quiet because your dad is asleep." 

"Sure" say Kristy. "Let me change out of this wet bathing suit and Jordan and I can both help." 

Kristy comes out of the bathroom at the same time Jordan is walking in the back door. She is wearing a low cut black tank top that showcases her 40D breasts perfectly and a pair of orange shorts that Jordan lovingly refers to as "slut shorts". Her brown, curly hair is falling down in layers around her face. He loves when she wears her hair down. 

Jordan follows up the stairs behind his wife and gently smacks her ass with each step she takes. 

Kristy walks over to where Lori is, slightly bent over the sink, washing dishes and gently places her left hand on the small of her mom's back and on her tiptoes, reaches with her right hand to the cabinet above her moms head. 

"I...can't....reach...." she struggles. She was trying to get the garbage bags from the cabinet but her 5'5" stature makes that a little difficult. As she reached her breasts were pressed up against her mothers back. 

"FUCK." Jordan thinks as he watches the 2 woman. 

"Baby, can you please come get these?" Kristy asks her husband. 

Jordan walks over behind Lori and reaches over her head into the cabinet. He is 6'1 so the task was a little easier for him. 

"Oh fuck, she smells good." He thinks as he catches a wife of Lori's hair. 

He has always been attracted to Lori, since the first time Kristy brought him home 2 years ago to meet them. How could he not with the body she was blessed with? 

He grabs the trash bags and turns around to hand them to his wife. She smiles sweetly and says "Thanks babe." He thinks to himself, "So sweet...God be bad just ONCE!!!!" 

Kristy takes the bags and heads outside for the porch. Jordan follows. 

"Can you hold the bag lover, and I'll stuff it?" Kristy asks. 

"I'd like to stuff you right now" Jordan teases. 

"Baby!!! Be good." 

Just then the door opens and out comes Lori holding an arm full of FULL alcohol bottles. 

She says "To hell with cleaning. Let's continue this party." 

Kristy laughs and says "Mom! Haven't we had enough to drink tonight?" 

"You see these full bottles?" her mom asks. "That means, we have NOT had enough to drink." 

They all sit down at the patio table and Lori lays out the Smirnoff, tequila, a few beers and a couple shot glasses. 

"Ok, what's first? Shots?" Kristy asks. "God tomorrow is gonna suck." She adds. 

"Yes...but tonight will be fun" Jordan states. They smile at each other. 

"Me first" says Lori, pouring herself a shot of tequila. "Here's to a great marriage for the 2 of you." She downs the shot. 

Jordan says, "We can drink to that." and pours him and his wife a shot of the Smirnoff vodka. 

"Need I remind you that I am ALREADY drunk from drinking soo much today...you want me sloppy drunk don't you?" she asks. "You want a sloppy fuck tonight?" 

"At least someone is getting fucked tonight." Lori pouts 

"I'd fuck you too." Jordan thinks. 

Kristy gets up and sits on her husbands legs. "I propose a game of truth or dare." "Any takers?" she asks. 

"Count me in, I'm drunk enough to strip naked and run the streets." Lori giggles. 

Jordan raises an eyebrow in his mothers direction. He pours a round of shots for the three of them. 

"Mom, truth or dare" Kristy asks. 

"DARE" she exclaims. "Wait" she says fidgeting with her bra strap. "I have to take this dumb thing off, it's too tight." She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, slides the straps down each arm and then reaches in under the front of her shirt and pulls the bra out, leaving her 34C breasts bare under the purple tank top. Her nipples were hard and Jordan could not help but take notice. 

Kristy felt her husband move a tad uncomfortably underneath her ass. As if to adjust himself. She raised her eyebrow in curiosity, and continued with her dare. 

"I dare you to....hmm...dare you to...she thinks a second about what may have excited her husband....I dare you to give Jordan a lap dance. 

"What? No" Jordan tried to hide his excitement. Had his wife really just told another woman to grind her gorgeous body on him? Her mother, at that. 

"Sure, why not?" Kristy said taking a sip of beer. "Let's see if she has the skills I have. Like mother, like daughter, right?" 

"I fucking hope so" thinks Jordan. 

"Ok" says Lori. "I can do that...but no touching Jordan." 

"SHIT" he thinks. "Ok...no touching." 

"To make sure you don't touch....I'll be right back...." she emerges a couple minutes later with 3 scarves.

"Kristy help me tie his arms to the chair." she says sternly. 

Kristy laughs. "Gladly". She is somehow strangely turned on by the fact that she is getting ready to watch her mother give her husband a lap dance. She ties one scarf around her husbands left arm and leans in to give him a kiss. She slides her hand down into his lap and pats him one time. "Be a good little boy." she whispers in his ear. She gets up and turns on the little radio on the porch. "There ya go. Let's see what ya got." she tells her mother. 

Lori begins to slowly slide her hips up and down beside Jordan's chair. He can feel his breathing increase as her silky smooth legs brush against his arm time and time again. She lifts one leg and rests her foot on his arm, with her leg stretched out across his chest. 

"God I just want to rub that gorgeous thigh" he thinks. He is trying not to let Kristy see his excitement. But Kristy is excited herself, and has begun running her fingernails lightly up and down her right thigh as she watches. 

Lori raises up on her tiptoes, which puts her best feature right in Jordan's eyesight. "Fucking shorts" he thinks. And then he barely catches a glimpse... 

"She is not wearing underwear" he can feel his cock hardening at the thought. 

"Oh my God, she did that on purpose" he thinks. 

She turns and lowers her hips and grinds her ass against his lap. She smiles slightly when she notices his excitement. Then she stops. 

"Ok, lap dance over." she says 

Jordan begs in his mind "PLEASE don't stop." He sighs out loud. 

"Now it's my turn. Truth or Dare Kristy?" Lori asks. Leaving Jordan still tied to the chair. 

Lori noticed her daughter slightly rubbing her leg and knows she too is as turned on as Jordan and herself. 

"Dare...and make it good." exclaims Kristy. 

Lori looks over at Jordan...who now visible has a hard on and cannot hide it from his wife. She looks at her daughter and then smiles. 

She comes close to Kristy and whispers something in her ear. Kristy grins evilly as her mother hands her the last of the scarves. 

Kristy approaches her husband, leans in and kisses his neck. He shudders. 

She kisses his shoulder. He starts breathing heavily in anticipation. She then wraps the scarf around his eyes and ties it behind his head. 

"Blindfolded?" He asks curiously. "What do you girls have planned for me?" 

Kristy says "Oh you shall see. Don't talk. Just use all your other senses to make up for not being able to see." 

"Jordan...truth or dare?" he hears Kristy ask. "Well since I cannot possible go through with a dare while I'm tied to the chair....hit me with a truth" he says. 

The next thing he knows...his lips are being parted by a wet tongue and he is engaged in a deep, sloppy, kiss. "Use all your other senses" plays back in his head..."this does not taste like Kristy" he thinks. His cock immediately grown harder at the thought maybe, just maybe, his tongue is in his mothers mouth. The kiss stops. 

"So tell the truth, did you like that?" Kristy whispers near Jordan's ear. 

Jordan lets out a sigh. "Choose you answer wisely, Jordan." she continues. One answer will reward you, the other will stop all of this." She slowly slides her fingers into the waste band of his shorts. "Lets hear it Jordan...did you like it?" she demands. 

"YES" he exclaims. "Yes, I'm sorry. I fucking loved it." 

"Mmhmm" Kristy says gently. "Right answer." 

"But who was it?" he begs. 

"You will know soon enough" replies Lori

Suddenly, Jordan is overcome with pleasure as he feels 2 sets of hands near his waist. He raises his hips as both women slide his shorts off to the ground. His huge, hard cock is exposed and Jordan feels slightly venerable with the 2 women hovering over him. Just then he feels lips...warm, wet, lips...and a tongue. 

"Oh my god" he says quietly. He instantly recognizes the tongue tricks and knows that his wife is going to town on his hard cock. She always devours him and he loves every second. She tilts her head to the right, still stroking his cock with her tongue. 

"Oh fuck" he says. Now there are two tongues. 2 dirty, cock hungry sets of lips on each side of his cock. Each taking turns swirling their tongue around the head of his cock. Jordan begins to squirm with pleasure and then it happens...his cock is touching the back of her throat. 

"But which is it?" he thinks. "Oh fuck, I'm ready to explode" he tells them. 

She continues her pattern...taking his cock deep into her throat and then pulling it out and swirling her tongue around the tip. 

"You'd better not cum." he hears. 

"We're not done with you yet" says the other.

"Tell the truth Jordan...did you like that?" asks Lori. 

"Yes, yes. I loved it. Please don't stop" he answers. 

"You tell me which of us just deep throated you, and we might continue" says Kristy. "Matter of fact..." she says. "It was my mom Jordan." "Your mother just had your cock shoved deep in her throat." 

"Are you turned on yet?" Lori asks her daughter.

"HELL YES" exclaims Kristy. 

"Should we continue?" her mother asks as she strokes Jordan's cock. 

"PLEASE continue. Oh my god!" he begs. 

Kristy leans in her to husband. "We're about to make your wildest dreams come true" 

"Mom, help me untie our sex toy." Kristy smirks. 

"I have a better idea" she replies.

Jordan can hear the two women whispering back and forth. 

"What is coming next?" He thinks 

As Jordan sits, waiting as patiently as he possibly can given the circumstances, he feels another hand wrap around his cock and stroke a few times. It is Kristy...he knows by her touch. But it's backwards, as if she is behind him, and he gets the sense that someone is in front of him as well. 

He then feels one hand on his left shoulder....now his right....fingernails slightly digging into his skin. One leg now...resting on his right arm....now another on across his left arm. He's being straddled. 

He inhales deeply as he feels the warmth of her pussy brush across his cock. And his wife's hand is still wrapped around him. He starts to breath heavily now. It is his mother. His wife's mother is straddling him, tied to this chair. He has longed to fuck her for over a year. And now here she is...sitting mere inches from his throbbing cock. 

"Why are you teasing me?" he whimpers 

She slams her hips down onto his mass. 

"Oh my God" he says as she does it 2 more times. 

She lets out a slight moan and pushes herself down onto him a couple more times. 

"Have you always wanted to fuck my mother?" he hears from behind him. 

"Fuck yes.. Yes....since the first day I met her." he replies. 

"And now you are, aren't you?" she says. 

"Do you like having two of your very own sluts?" asks Lori 

Kristy starts to untie Jordan's left arm...then his right....he lifts his hand towards his face... 

"Keep the blindfold on" she demands 

He grabs a hold of Lori's hips and begins thrusting his hips up to meet hers. 

"Take it like the slut you really are." he demands. 

She screams out in pleasure as he thrusts harder and deeper into her. 

"Mmhmm. Fuck her." says Kristy. "Fuck her pussy." 

Kristy is now sitting in a chair facing her mother and her husband. She slowly slides a finger inside her shorts and begins to flick her clit. 

"Mmmm, yeah!" "Fuck her good" she tells Jordan as he bounces Lori up and down on his huge cock. 

"How do you like this cock now, you slut?" he asks. 

"Mmm, I fucking love it. Your cock is so hard for me. Fuck! Fuck!" she screams as her orgasm approaches. 

"Oh fuck" says Kristy as she is sliding her fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. "Make that slut cum all over your cock". "I want to taste you both." she tells him. 

"Kristy, get this blind fold off me, now" Jordan demands. 

Kristy gathers her composure and unties the blindfold. Jordan has Lori's breasts bouncing right in his face. He flicks her nipple with his tongue and she moans louder. 

"Kris, get on the table, on your back. This slut is going to eat you, aren't you slut?" 

"Yes, yes, fuck. Please don't stop fucking me. I'll do anything you say." says Lori 

Kristy gets on the table and Jordan stands Lori up. He grabs her hair and bends her over and shoves her face into his wives cunt. 

"You lick her good and I'll keep fucking you." he tells her and he gets behind her. 

She inhales deeply as he thrusts his cock deep into her from behind. She starts licking her daughters pussy in a frenzy. 

"Oh fuck, yes! Eat my pussy! Oh my god!" Kristy screams out. 

The sound and sight of that turns Jordan on even more and he pounds Lori even harder. 

"Make her cum, slut. Make her cum and you will get your orgasm too." he tells her. 

Kristy starts to squirm with pleasure as her orgasm creeps up on her. She grabs a hold of her moms head and pulls her in deeper. 

"Fuck yeah. Eat my pussy the way you're supposed to." she leans forward to look at her husband . She can tell he is getting close to his point of no return. 

"Oh fuck. I'm ready to cum. Fuck...." she screams. 

Then Lori screams out in pleasure. Jordan has just shoved his cock deep inside her ass. 

"Oh my god! Fuck yes." Lori screams. 

He smacks her ass as she rocks back into him. 

"Take it all you fucking slut." he demands. He grabs a hand full of her hair and pulls her closer to him...shoving his huge cock so deep into her ass. 

"Cum in your slut baby." Kristy tells Jordan. "Cum in her, cum with me. Fuck yes!!!" 

Jordan shoves Lori's face into his wife's pussy again. 

"MAKE HER CUM" he demands. 

Lori's tongue goes crazy inside of Kristy's pussy as wave after wave of her orgasm sends her over the edge with pleasure. 

He thrusts himself into Lori a few more times as stream upon stream of his hot cum shoot deep inside her. 

They all breath heavily together as Jordan and Lori flop back into their chairs. 

Kristy lays on the table, still completely blown away by what just happened. 

"Oh my god" Lori exclaims. "That was unbelievable." 

Kristy sits up and looks at her mom, then at her husband. 

"Shower?" she asks. 

Jordan smiles and takes both woman by the hand and they head for the bathroom....



After The Party



Peggy looked at the wreckage that a few hours earlier had been an impressive conference room and nodded with satisfaction. The caterers would be back in over the weekend to take care of the left over food and drink and then the contract cleaners would restore the room to its normal, pristine condition. The air conditioning would take care of the food and tobacco odours -- the guy had already retired, how could they stop him breaking out the cigars? By Monday only the memories of a damned good, if rather short, farewell party would remain.

Idly, Peggy scooped up some Hollandaise sauce from around an egg and licked her fingers. She smiled to herself as the simple act evoked memories of a similar, but much more intimate activity. Maybe later, she thought, if Mike behaves himself. She had to admit he was getting very good with their not-so-little toy. If his dick could only come close in both length and girth, they wouldn't need 'outside' assistance.

Night had fallen some time ago and Peggy looked at her reflection in the tinted glass of the room's windows. Not bad for fifty, she decided. She was undecided about the grey that was creeping into her hair but was proud that her breasts were still firm despite the damage caused by their two children. She turned from side to side a couple of times, cupping her breasts and noting the appearance of her nipples as she did so.

There was nothing subtle about them when she was aroused -- or even, like now -- when she was merely thinking about sex. Mike loved the fact that they became so engorged; she wasn't so sure -- it could be embarrassing if they chose to swell and stiffen in front of a client, for example.

Speaking of Mike . . . she glanced at her watch and frowned. The party had ended sooner than expected. Old Karl had had way too much to drink and it was felt best if her was taken home sooner, rather than later. Once he had gone, the other brokers quickly found reasons to depart. The trouble was, Mike wasn't due to pick her up for at least an hour. She supposed she could always go back to her office and do some work. She picked up piece of quiche and nibbled on it absent-mindedly while she debated whether or not to try and find some coffee and then go and freshen up, or see if she could put in a good half-hour or so on behalf of a client or two. The debate ended when she reminded herself it was Friday evening and everyone else was long gone.

If she had arrived at that decision a minute earlier things might have been so different.

As it was, her hand was reaching for the door handle when it suddenly opened towards her, making her step back with a squawk of surprise. Strangely, she felt no fear as she found herself face to face with a young, black man. It was probably because he was neatly and conservatively dressed in a nicely tailored charcoal-grey, pin-striped suit. A dark-red silk tie over a white shirt, completed the up-and-coming, professional look.

For a moment he looked as surprised as Peggy, but recovered quickly to smile and offer his hand.

'Zak Walker,' he said, after the slightest of pauses.

'Oh, er, Peggy Zeigler.'

Zak recovered from his surprise and his smile widened.

'Don't tell me,' he said, still holding her hand as he glanced around the room, 'I've missed it.'

'I'm afraid so.'

Peggy wondered how to free her hand. It wasn't as though his touch was offensive -- on the contrary, his large hand encompassed hers in a warm and firm grasp that caused a part of her mind to wonder how that same hand might feel cupping one of her breasts. She pushed the thought away and gently tugged her hand free. Zak remained standing close.

'Were all the women here as attractive as you?' he asked boldly.

'Huh?'

Her hand was still tingling from his touch and her brain seemed to be one step behind what was going on.

'I'm saying, if all the women who came to say goodbye to Karl were as attractive as you, then I missed a treat.'

'You think I'm attractive?' she blurted out, too surprised to watch what she was saying.

'Of course you are,' he smiled. 

It was almost the same smile he had used before. Almost. This time there was a predatory edge to it. Taking her firmly by the shoulders he turned her round to face the windows.

'Look at yourself,' he purred seductively from over her shoulder. 'Nice figure, firm breasts . . .'

Peggy gasped in shock as his hands did exactly what she'd imagined them doing only a few moments before. Not only did they feel just right -- warm and fitting so snugly around her breasts as though it was their only purpose in life, but also the sight of them, black against the crisp white of her shirt, was incredibly erotic.

If Peggy had seen a photograph of a black man holding a white woman in such a pose, she would have fantasized about it for days. But to actually be experiencing such a situation was unbelievable and she felt a flood of heat between her legs and, of course, her damned nipples stiffened as they'd never stiffened before.

'And very responsive nipples,' he chuckled, pinching them firmly between his fingers and thumbs.

She gasped again. Partly, for the sheer nerve of the guy, groping her tits as though he paid to do so, but mainly, because it felt so damned good. Then sanity returned -- albeit slowly and with more than a little reluctance, but return it did.

'Zak . . .' she protested, trying to wriggle free.

'You know what I like about older women?' he murmured seductively in her ear.

She might as well have been trying to escape from a straight-jacket. With seemingly no effort at all, his hands and forearms held her firmly in front of him -- while his fingers continued to tease her nipples.

'It's because they know what they like,' he continued, ignoring her struggles. 'You see my theory is, because older women have been fucking for years -- I'm talking about the attractive sexy ones, like you, you understand?'

Despite herself, Peggy realized she was nodding.

'Because they've been able to get themselves as much as they want, they know what they like and what they don't like. But do you know what's best about older women?'

Peggy watched the reflection in horrified fascination as one of his hands careless flicked open the buttons of her shirt. The thin material of her bra did nothing to hide the stiffness of her nipples. Then the hand slid slowly down, off her breast and onto her belly. Off her belly and onto one of her thighs. Taking hold of the hem of her skirt, he began raising it, inch by inch. This must be what a mouse feels like, when it's confronted by a snake, she thought.

'What's best about older women,' he said, still speaking softly in a mild conversational tone, as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about running his hands over the body of a woman he had met only minutes earlier, 'is that they don't play hard-to-get like silly, immature young women.'

He paused and they both watched as her skirt was lifted high enough to reveal her jet-black, lacy panties. She gave a mental thank-you to whatever prompted her to go for black rather than the white she normally favoured. If she'd been wearing white, it would have been obvious how wet she was.

She was thinking quickly now, analysing her situation and looking for ways to, if not turn things to her advantage, then at least minimize the down-side. She had been aware of his hard-on for some time. It was hard to miss, jammed against the top of her ass and the small of her back, as it was. Part of her thrilled to feel such an erection, so different, so much bigger than Mike's, even at a time like this. But the more cautious side of her wondered what was the least he was going to settle for.

Flight was impossible, as was resistance. He was stronger and quicker than she was -- as well as twenty years younger. Shouting for help would be a waste of time -- if he had seen anyone on his way into the room, she presumed he wouldn't be acting as he was. Damage control then, was the order of the day. Somehow, she didn't think he was doing this just to give her a scare, so she needed to take the edge of his appetite -- hopefully allowing her to leave, or for Mike to turn up -- before things went way too far.

Peggy tried to ignore the little voice that asked her what would be so wrong about letting things go all the way. After all, it insisted, it's not as though you're a fifty-year-old virgin, or even if Mike is the only guy you've ever fucked. Why make a big deal out of it? Think of those friends of yours who've admitted to having the occasional fling. It hasn't done them any harm, has it? Besides, it'll be better to give in and have sex on your terms, than resist and end up raped and God knows what else.

She could give him a hand-job. How difficult would that be? Years ago, some of the boys she knew would have sold their souls to be jerked off. Okay, she'd try for that, although the little voice told her if she thought that was all he wanted then she should be in a straight jacket. 

Failing that, a blow-job, then. Swallowing had never been a problem for her and she still treated Mike from time to time. If that's what it took to quell the beast, then so be it. Not such a big deal.

The voice started laughing. Better get ready to be fucked, lady, it sniggered. This dude wants it all. Why do you think he's talking to you, stroking you, being nice? So he can have you with the minimum of fuss. Look at you -- you're soaking wet already. Why not just beg him to fuck you? You know you want him to.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, she answered. No-one has the right to do what he's doing, if consent isn't given. So give your consent, came the answer. No, she moaned.

'You like it, don't you?' Zak gloated, his lips grazing her bare shoulder.

She couldn't suppress a shiver of lust as she watched him in the reflection. 

Oh, God. Did I moan out loud? Shit! Are those his fingers inside my panties? Jesus they feel good!

'There's no need to answer,' he chuckled, his voice thick with lust. 'Your hot little cunt is answering for you. You know you're soaking wet, don't you? Like I said, older women don't mess about. If they want some dick, they have some. Would you like some of mine?'

'N-no!' she stammered, trying to sound as though she meant it. 'And if you let go of me and leave, right now, I swear I won't tell anyone.'

'Tell them what?' he sneered. 'That some black dude just turned up at your office after everyone had gone, fed you his meat and left you begging for more? Because, Peggy, you sexy white bitch, that's how it's going to be.'

Peggy felt herself spun around so quickly she felt dizzy. When his mouths found her nipples she thought she would faint, the sensation was so powerful. She felt an orgasm tearing through her, rippling outwards from her aching cunt and surging through her body like an unstoppable tidal wave.

No sooner had she started to recover, then she was forced down onto her knees. Thank God we put in a decent carpet, came the irrational thought, as her eyes found themselves level with the indecent bulge in the front of his trousers. His hands, those big, strong hands, were holding her head firmly.

'There's two ways we can do this, Peggy,' he told her. 'The hard way, or the easy way. If you choose the hard way, probably only me will enjoy it. The easy way? Let's just say white meat will never be the same.' 

His voice hardened. 'Take it out. Slowly.'

The hand-job idea was pretty much off the table, she realized, but she might still be able to get away with a blow-job. Slowly, her hands shaking -- from fear, she told herself -- she pulled down his zip.

'Better undo the belt and pop the button,' he told her. 'No way is it going to bend.'

Ignoring the shiver that ran from the back of her neck to the depths of her cunt, she unfastened his trousers and pulled them down to mid-thigh. His shorts -- silk, she noted with grudging approval -- were unbelievably tented. Surely he can't be that big? Her hands were trembling constantly now -- and not from fear, she was forced to admit. Curiosity was now her over-riding emotion and she watched as her hands, apparently acting entirely of their own volition, began easing down his shorts.

Little by little, his dick came into view. First the head, plump and engorged with blood -- because of me, she realized. Then the shaft came into view. Thick and black and straining, it looked sinister, almost evil and would have frightened her if she hadn't felt a growing awareness of just how good it would feel stretching the lips of her cunt in a way no dick had done before. When his balls came into view, looking full and heavy she was so awestruck that she forgot her situation sufficiently to lean back in order to take in the whole, wondrous sight. 

It was big, easily as big as that bit of rubbery plastic Mike had bought her and that was big! Consumed with an ever-increasing curiosity, she reached out to touch it and was immediately struck by the contrast between her little, white fingers and this hot, straining, black monster. It was like his black hands on her white blouse, only in reverse. 

She shuddered when she discovered that she was unable to encircle its girth. Even squeezing, there was a one inch gap, at least, between the tip of her middle finger and that of her thumb. 

Then there was its length. With her left fist wrapped around it at its base, the wiry black hair scratching her hand, she wrapped her right hand around it above her left. Then she let go with her left and moved it up, to wrap it around the shaft above her right and finally, her right hand was able to wrap around the shaft above her left again, leaving just the head, with its one, angry eye, peeping out.

'Suck it!'

The words startled her, so engrossed was she with the solid bar of black flesh in her hands. For a moment she had forgotten where she was and how she came to be in this situation. Now it all came rushing back.

'No . . . It's too big! . . . I . . .'

'Suck it!' he growled, pulling her head closer.

Now it was too close to focus on, but suddenly she could smell the odour of his pre-cum. Subconsciously she licked her lips. She remembered her plan to suck him off but that had been before she had seen the damn thing. She could take everything Mike had to offer with ease, but this battering ram was something else.

Then it all became academic as he jammed it against her lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth and almost immediately gagged as the head hit the back of her throat. There was a sudden rush of fluid and, for a wild moment, she thought he had shot his load and her ordeal was over but then, as his dick showed no sign of softening and he started to fuck her mouth, she realized it was just his pre-cum. 

If that was just pre-cum, she shivered, maybe blowing him isn't such a good idea. She wondered if anyone had ever choked to death on a dick. Maybe she would be the first, especially if he came, when she wouldn't so much choke as drown!

There wasn't enough room in her mouth for even half his dick, let alone any extra fluids so she swallowed quickly and looked up at him, her eyes wide in appeal, unable to do more than grunt around his thickness. He grinned down at her and trust a few more times. She felt the head sliding down the back of her throat which made her want to gag again -- except she couldn't. Breathing as best as she could through her nose, she felt him force more and more of his cock down her throat until, suddenly, his pubic hair was pricking her lips. Then he started thrusting.

How long he kept this up, she had no idea. Time lost all meaning for her. Her whole being was centred around surviving. But, remarkably, she found herself thankful that it slowly became progressively easier. She found she could time her breathing around his thrusts and even began to feel proud of herself for accommodating such a massive prick. 

From the grunts and groans he was making, she judged he was finding the experience as satisfying as she was finding it uncomfortable. Then it gradually changed from being uncomfortable to reasonably acceptable. From there it was relatively short step to a feeling of pride that she was coping with the situation and then, finally, the realization that she was actually enjoying being abused in this way.

It was with some disappointment -- and a fresh surge of fear as to what was coming next -- that she felt him withdraw. Her mouth felt strangely empty, although it was good to be able to close it again.

'On your feet,' he ordered, gripping a handful of her hair and pulling to underline his command.

She rose with a whimper, only to be spun round again. This time, she barely had time to catch their reflections before her forced her face down over the table. With one large hand placed firmly on the back of her neck, he pulled up her dress and then ripped off her panties as though they had been made of paper.

Outside, walking down the corridor towards the conference room, Mike Zeigler was about twenty yards from the partly open door and looking around in puzzlement. He glanced at his watch and nodded to himself. He was definitely early. Peggy had said the retirement party was due to end at six, but that there were bound to be some hangers-on, those reluctant to leave before they absolutely had to. Yet instead of hearing sounds of laughter, clinking glasses and muffled conversation, he could hear nothing. The doors he was passing had the right floor numbers on them so he knew he was where he wanted to be. But what had happened to the party? He suddenly had the awful thought that he had got his days mixed up. The party was definitely being held on Friday, so maybe, somehow, he was a day early. 

Then the long, slowly-rising, wail of . . . pleasure? pain? came rolling down the corridor, seeming to bounce off the walls. Whatever it was, his blood seemed to freeze for a second and he looked around in panic, the more so because the voice -- if not the cry itself -- sounded vaguely familiar.

Inside the room, Zak's monster cock had entered Peggy's cunt with a single, irresistible thrust. Her shocked and dazed mind threw up an image of an artillerymen, in an old Civil War movie she remembered seeing a few years ago, forcing a shell into a cannon's breach. She felt as though her cunt was the cannon and Zak's dick was the ram-rod. Wet as she was -- and she couldn't recall ever being this wet before -- it still felt as thought she was being torn apart as he slid, balls deep, inside her.

At least, she thought desperately, he'll have to pause now, to give us both time to adjust. She was so wrong. Barely had his balls slapped against her ass then he was pulling out again. It felt as though her cunt was being pulled inside out -- until he slammed back in again. Once more she cried out -- but this time more from the blossoming pleasure than any feelings of pain.

Advancing with considerable caution, Mike was able to pinpoint the sound as coming from the one, partly open door on the corridor. As if to confirm the location of the sound, another one came. This one nowhere near as agonized. In fact, he thought as he approached the door, there was more than a hint of pleasure and satisfaction in it.

He was unable to see around the door and reluctant -- until he had a better idea of what was going on -- to advertise his presence by pushing it open. Then a flicker of movement caught his eye and he found he was able to see, exactly what was going on in the room to result in the cries he had heard, mirrored perfectly in the windows. For the second time in less than a minute, his blood felt as though it had frozen.

There, bent over the end of the conference table, her fingers convulsively clutching handfuls of the snow white table-cloth, amid the dirty plates, partly full glasses and uneaten food, was his wife of twenty-five years and the mother of his children. Between her widespread feet, holding her hips with a firm grip, was a young black man who appeared, from the waist upwards at least, to be perfectly respectable.




After The Party



From the waist down was a different story. With his trousers and shorts around his brightly polished shoes and his powerful thighs covered with a light sheen of sweat, his hips were pumping backwards and forwards with the power and precision of a pile driver.

Mike blinked in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. The place was supposed to be humming with noise as people celebrated old Karl's retirement. Instead the only noise was the steady grunting of the black guy, the slap of his balls against Peggy's ass -- and her cries of anguished protest.

Mike looked around for some sort of weapon, anything that could be used to hit the guy with. Given the advantage of surprise, he could probably rush in and get off one shot at least, before the guy was able to react. The only thing he could see was a fire extinguisher and it looked just a little too heavy to be wielded easily. If he didn't nail the guy first time, there was a very good chance he'd end up being battered himself.

Speaking of being battered, poor Peggy was taking a hammering. The his blood froze for the third time.

Oh, yes!' he heard her moan. 'Oh yes, you big, beautiful, black bastard! Give it to me. Give it to me hard!'

He couldn't believe what he was hearing -- or that he was suddenly, inexplicably, incredibly aroused. All thoughts of rushing into the room -- with or without a weapon -- faded. Could Peggy really be enjoying it? He was able to catch glimpses of the guy's dick as it slid in and out of her swollen cunt and he almost gasped at its size. It had to be bigger than Peggy's nine-inch vibrator and yet there she was, not only to be taking it with every sign of enjoyment, but demanding more!

'Come on, baby,' she urged. 'You've shoved it all the way down my throat, now shove it all the way up my cunt!'

The guy muttered something Mike was unable to make out but seemed to pick up the pace a bit.

'Fuck yes! Oh, fuck yes! This is being fucked! This is being stretched! I never knew it could feel this good to be this full of dick. It's never going to be the same again after this, so give it to me good! I want to feel that wonderful dick of yours at the back of my throat again -- this time from the inside!'

There was more, lots more, as Peggy's lover showed no sign of tiring -- or finishing. Peggy sometimes cried out during their own lovemaking, but he had never heard her so vocal, or so loud, or so crude, as this. He simply could not tear his eyes away from the reflection -- and had to fight hard to avoid a gasp of envious awe when, after more short strokes than Mike usually achieved in an entire session, the guy who had been so energetically fucking his wife, slowly eased his dick out of Peggy's cunt and Mike was able to see the beast in all its glistening, cum-dripping glory.

With his ears still ringing from Peggy's last orgasmic scream, Mike watched the guy step back from where she lay, unmoving apart from the heaving of her upper body as she fought for breath and gently patted her ass.

'I told you older women were better fucks than younger ones,' he said, pulling up his shorts and then his trousers. 'And you're one of the best.'

Mike quickly tip-toed back down the corridor to the lift and hit the call button. With virtually the whole building empty of workers and it being too early for Security to begin patrolling, the lift hadn't moved since he arrived. The door promptly opened with a ping and Mike then turned back towards the conference room. He was three steps short of the room when the door opened fully and the black guy, looking immaculate, stepped out. Nodding pleasantly to Mike he strolled past him to the lift. As Mike took a deep breath and stepped into the conference room, he heard the lift door ping, followed by the whir of the winding gear.

Inside the room he found Peggy standing up, her skirt smoothed down to just above her knees, leaning back casually against the table she had just been so thoroughly fucked over. Mike smiled at his wife and moved over to give her his normal kiss of greeting, hoping she wouldn't notice his throbbing hard-on as he did so. 

He needn't have worried. Apart from slightly mussed hair and a dreamy smile he had never seen her wear before, she gave no sign of what had just happened. He might almost have believed he imagined the whole thing if she didn't reek of sex -- especially of male cum -- and he hadn't noticed the pair of ripped, black panties under a chair near the window. 

'Mike, darling,' she smiled, stroking his cheek. 'I've been waiting for you. As you can see, it all finished rather sooner than we expected. But I've been thinking: why don't you take me out for dinner and then, when we get home, I'll describe a fantasy to you while you work your magic with the toy?'

Mike nodded,smiled and happily went to collect her purse from the small table in the corner. While his back was turned Peggy glanced at the card Zak had tucked into her bra. Apart from a cell phone number, it was blank. Peggy smiled to herself. It was all she needed.



After the Party



The party is almost over and we are both tired any ready to go to bed. We are both also feeling horny as we have been winding each other up all night, dancing close together and touching each others bodies with other people around us as we danced. My hard cock pressing against you as we clung together and my fingers searching for your gorgeous little cunt under the cover of the darkness.

We are stopping the night so we decide to look for somewhere to sleep. The beds are inevitably all occupied but we manage to find some find some space on the floor in one small room without a bed in it where we can lay down the quilt that we have brought with us.

We get into our makeshift bed and settle down to sleep. We are both fairly pissed and horny as hell, soon I have taken off your knickers and am caressing your beautiful little cunt, opening your lips and fingering your hardening clit as you begin to get wetter. I am sucking your tits while your hand is wrapped around my hard cock, spreading the wetness of my excitement seeping from the plump swollen head of my rigid prick.

Your thighs are wide open inviting me to push myself deep into your body and both of us know that we do not want to delay things much longer. We are about to fuck each other when the door opens and another couple walk in. They see us lying on the floor but there is very little space in the house so they do not have anywhere else to go. It is dark and we have kept quiet so they think that we are already asleep. They begin to settle themselves on the floor next to us. We can hear them close to us but we are desperately turned on and continue to feel each other, keeping quiet so that they do not hear. I push my finger deep into your cunt and I feel you suppress a moan. The thought of the other couple near us and possibly even hearing us is turning me on and I sense you too. I finger your clit with the tip of my finger, wickedly trying to make you moan and you do the same to me, squeezing my cock and rubbing juice oozing from me around the sensitive head.

In the half light I can just make out the other couple undressing and getting under their own quilt next to us. You feel my cock twitch as I see the girl unhook her bra and let her big soft tits swing free as she climbs under the covers. There is hardly any space in the small room and once the other couple are on the floor next to us they are very close, almost touching. Either one of us would only have to reach out an arm to touch the other couple.

We are both desperate for each other by now, still feigning sleep you turn away from me to face in the direction of the other couple, pressing your rounded arse against my hot erection as you move. Quietly and slowly I drop my hand down to my throbbing cock slip it between the cheeks of your beautiful soft arse. As I slide my hot hard cock down until I feel the head wet with excitement slip between your thighs to nestle against the moist swollen folds of your cunt. The soft hairs of your pussy brush taut sensitive skin of my cock as I feel your body begin to open under the pressure of my throbbing flesh. I quietly pinch your nipples as I feel myself starting to ease between your delicate pouting lips, the soaking wetness with your excitement slick against my hardness turning me on even more.

We are both trying hard not to make a sound but as my cock presses against your clit and your lips begin to open around me a groan escapes you. This only turns me on even more and I press myself harder into you. Your wet flesh parts easily and I feel the smooth swollen head of my cock being coated by the essence of your sex. I push my hips at you and feel my rigid prick slip slowly but inexorably into your body. The smooth head slipping inside to make way for the thick part of my curving shaft which begins to stretch your excited cunt wide as I ease slowly into you. Your buttocks pushing back onto my strong upright cock to drive me deeper still.

Your cunt is soaking with excitement, so much so that I can feel your juice running over my balls as they nestle against your beautiful little cunt. Trying desperately not to make any noise I cannot help but start to move my throbbing gently cock in and out of you. Despite our caution I can hear you tight little cunt sucking wetly on my cock as I begin to fuck you gently and slowly. We can both hear it and both know that the other couple must be able to hear us fucking now but we are both far too excited to care, we are just concentrating on each other and our pleasure.

I cup your pert little tits in my hands, pulling you down onto my demanding cock as I pinch your nipples into hardness. I feel you tense and moan under your breath as I squeeze hard on your sensitive flesh, forcing your excitement to grow.

Even in my excitement I sense a movement close to us and feel another hand on mine, pressing it onto your breast. It is a woman's hand but not yours. I realise immediately what is happening and lift one hand from your soft firm flesh and replace it with the girl's. Encouraged she begins to squeeze your nipple. You realise what is happening and moan out loud as a wave of pleasure washes over you, thrusting yourself down hard onto my cock which is thicker and harder than you have ever felt it before, filling you completely and brushing your cervix as I pump myself into you.

I hear the other girl moving, appearing to shift herself closer to us but still facing you, then I hear her gasp and moan with pleasure as it becomes obvious that her man has pushed himself into her from behind. You gasp yourself as she squeezes your nipples again, doing so in time with the stiff cock pushing between her thighs. 

She leans forward to give him better access to her willing body and brushes her lips over your face. You respond by searching for her lips and kissing her, your tongues devouring each other hungrily as your hold each other closely feeling the urgent thrusting of our two engorged pricks sliding between your thighs and slipping in and out of your bodies in unison.

I take your hand and place it over her breast making you feel her soft firm flesh, the hard point of her nipple swelling between your fingers. Her tits are different to yours, heavier and plumper, you enjoy feeling the difference, touching her soft skin the same way you touch your own, knowing it will excite her. She moans loudly and presses her tits against yours, still kissing you deeply while her hand starts to slide down over the front of your body.

Her fingers drift lightly across your stomach until they reach the soft triangle of curls between your legs. You tense in anticipation and then excitement as her fingers hesitate for a moment then begin to slip down to feel the wetness of your open cunt, easily finding the swollen bud of your clit forced up from between the open lips of your cunt by my thrusting cock. You moan with pleasure as she begins to rub the length of your sensitive clit, slick with the juice running from your open body. She concentrates on the throbbing button of your clit but also feels your delicate lips stretched tightly around my hard slippery cock as it works in and out of your body.

Her fingers are so much more delicate than mine, feeling you differently, instinctively knowing how and where to touch your beautiful cunt to turn you on even more. 

Her fingers are also brushing the base of my cock as it continues to thrust into you body, feeling its strength as the thick curving shaft forces its way deep into your willing cunt, my balls banging against your clit and her fingers with each thrust. Her fingers revel in feeling your delicate little lips opening wide to accommodate my throbbing cock as it plunges into you.

I moan and feel myself stiffen even more as her fingers touch the inflamed flesh of my cock and run over my balls, feeling their weight. I reach up to her tits finding your hands still there and start to squeeze her soft ripe flesh with you, pinching both her nipples into hardness together and encouraging her to carry on touching our joined bodies. Her fingers moving your lips up and down the shaft of my cock as she concentrates on your clit.

Her lover does the same to you, reaching around her body to feel and squeeze your beautiful little tits, the feeling of a strangers hands on your body adding to your pleasure and making you circle your cunt around my cock as it moves deep inside you, brushing your cervix with each roll of your hips.

The fact that I am fucking the woman I love, my cock buried deep in her body while I feel another woman who is herself feeling us and being fucked is exciting me beyond belief. I am right on the edge of coming and know that I will not able to hold out much longer then feel your arm move and hear the other woman gasp loudly. I know that you are feeling her swollen cunt and fingering her clit while her partner pushes his achingly hard cock into her wet open cleft.

He moans as your fingers touch his balls and feel his soaking wet cock sliding in and out of her gaping yielding cunt. You feel her delicate lips stretching tightly around his rigid cock, and search for her clit, instinctively knowing how to touch her to give her pleasure and make her push her aching sex onto your hand. Feeling her cunt with his cock thrusting wetly in and out is exciting you beyond belief and you push yourself down harder and harder onto my upright cock.

The woman writhes on your fingers at the same time pressing herself hard onto her lovers plunging cock as her own fingers increase the tempo on your clit. I start to fuck you harder, driving my cock high up against your cervix as I cling eagerly to the other woman's tits, the thought of you touching her wet open cunt driving me over the edge. I begin come inside you, shouting as my cock jerks deep inside your body, spurting my thick creamy sperm deep into your beautiful tight little cunt.

You start to come with me grinding your body down onto mine and onto the fingers moving against your excited sex. As you come you trigger the other girl's orgasm. She shouts loudly into your mouth, urging her lover to fuck her harder then searches hungrily for your mouth again, devouring your tongue as she gasps out her pleasure, coming on your fingers as her lover violently drives his cock deep into her body and pumps his rich musky semen into her tightening cunt. Her insistent fingers and bucking body take your own orgasm to a new plateau and you scream with pleasure, your whole body tensing before collapsing limply in my arms.

We all lie breathlessly in each other's arms relaxing, each of us knowing that we will not be going to sleep for some time.



After the Party



Phil Styvers was a second semester freshman attending college on a journalism scholarship. By a combination of good luck and talent, he found himself regarded as the college's star sports reporter, resulting in invitations to most if not all of the Greek organizations' weekend affairs, even though he had turned down a number of invitations to join the fraternities on campus.

One midwinter weekend, Phil arrived late to a frat party, and found most of the members and guests quite well advanced into the state of inebriation. Several couples could be seen in the living areas engaged in activities which should have been reserved for a more private setting. As he looked around the room, he saw a young woman he recognized from one of his classes and from the paper stagger drunkenly into the room from a hallway. As she stumbled her way across the room, she saw Phil and changed direction to aim herself at him. Upon reaching him, she put her arms around his neck and slurred, "Philly baby, wanna dance or something?"

Phil slid his hands around her waist. "Not here. Want to leave and go somewhere quiet and private?"

She giggled. "Nasty boy. 'Kay you convinced me. Now, where did I leave my coat and purse?"

"Cloak room?" suggested Phil. "What's it look like, I'll help."

It took a few minutes, but they found the bag and her coat. Phil led her from the house to his car, and asked where she lived. A sophomore, she was able to live off campus, and shared a two bedroom apartment with three other girls, who, she said, had all been at the party. Phil found the place, and helped her into the building. By the time he got her to the apartment, she was beginning to show signs of an impending retch. He quickly found the key above the door and got her to the bathroom where he positioned her over the appropriate fixture, holding her stomach and forehead. When she was done, he washed her face, and gave her a glass of cool water. He asked which was her bed room, and steered her to the one she indicated. He helped her out of her sweater and skirt, and into bed. 

He stood there a moment, looking at her. Her nutmeg colored hair framed an attractive, Slavic face, a pair of bright blue eyes, with a longish straight nose and wide cheekbones, topping a wide, thin-lipped mouth. Her pink lacy bra covered a generous pair of breasts, and matching panties hugged her mons and slit, revealing a wide landing strip of dark pubic hair. Covering her up, he said, half to himself, "I must be some kind of idiot."

"A nice kind. Don't worry, you'll get your reward someday." She reached up and patted his cheek, then fell asleep.

In his car, back at his dorm, he saw her purse on the floor in front of the passenger seat. "Tomorrow," he thought.

At noon, he knocked on the door to the girls' apartment, not knowing if anyone would be awake enough to hear him. Before the second rap, the door opened, and Sally, the girl whose purse he was holding up, greeted him. "Oh, good! You came back. I promised you a reward, didn't I? Come on in."

As Phil entered, he stepped into the large living room/diningroom area. Hearing a number of squeals, he turned toward the kitchen area, to see the three nude roommates attempting to cover themselves. "It's okay, ladies. I'm pretty sure I saw you all at the party last night, dressed just about the same way."

"That was different. It was a party, and we were drunk, and didn't know it. This is just you and us, in our house." A girl named Dorothy was speaking. She used the other bedroom. Fran was her roommate. 

"Would you be more comfortable if I turned my back?"

"That would certainly seem the gentlemanly thing to do."

"Don't worry about it, Phil. Come with me," ordered Sally leading the way to her bedroom. "Barb, if you're going to need anything in the next couple of hours, you better get it now, go without, or be embarrassed when you come in."

She turned to Phil when they were in the bed room. Reaching up to put her arms around his neck, she kissed him lightly on his lips, slipping her tongue between his teeth. "I went to that party last night because I wanted to get laid. I'm a twenty-almost-twenty-one year old virgin. All my friends lost their virginity before the beginning of this school year. I feel like some sort of social reject. Since you saved me from getting laid last night, I think it's only fair you help me accomplish my goal today. Don't you agree?"

Phil took half a step back and looked at Sally, from head to toe and back again, remembering the lacy underwear she had been wearing when he put her to bed. He reached out and untied the belt to he robe she was wearing. "I'm certainly willing to try. Was there anything special you wanted included? Anything you've heard about from your friends that sounded interesting?"

Sally looked at him, doubt clear on her face. "What are you thinking of," she asked.

"My girl back home, she used to like it when I kissed her here," he said reaching up to fondle her bare breast, "and here," reaching between her thighs.

"Did you mind?" Sally asked, her breath uneven. She had heard of it, but thought most men, certainly most boys, would object.

"Mind? Not a bit. If the woman is clean, it's fun for everyone. Ready to try?"

Sally mutely nodded, shrugging off the robe and sliding her panties down. Phil was busy stripping. When he was done, he led Sally to the bed and positioned her in the center. 

In the kitchen, Barb, Dottie and Fran, now in robes, were just sitting down to pancakes and coffee when they heard Sally scream "Omigod, what are you....Ohhhhh! Don't! No! Don't! Ohhh! Stop! No! Don't stop! Omigod! Ohohohohoh!"

Dottie whispered, "Barb, go peek. See what he's doing to her. It certainly doesn't sound like they're doing it. When you and your boyfriend get going, you can hear the bed bounce in my room."

Barb blushed, but got up to go peek in the door. She cracked it just enough so one eye could see into the room. What she saw made her open the door so both eyes could see. She quickly closed the door, and scurried back to the table.

"Well?" Said Dottie.

"Uhhm. I saw Sally with her back arched, and the guy had his face between her legs. I think he was eating her." 

Dottie and Fran both pushed away from the table and hurried to the bedroom door. Fran slid under Dottie as she opened the door to peer in. Sally was still arched, and Phil was still engaged with his oral activity, while his hands had moved up to caress her breasts. The two voyeurs heard a high pitched keening coming from Sally. The pitch and timbre of the sound started changing, and Sally's hips started moving as she began to push into Phil's mouth. Her thighs closed on his ears, and the keening sound became guttural. The two women pulled back as they saw Sally collapse onto the bed.

They stood outside the door, the three of them exchanging looks of wonder. "Have you ever..." was answered with head shakes all around before the question was really asked. When they heard a low masculine moan, Fran peeked again. She gasped in wonder and quickly closed the door. "She has his whole thing in her mouth!"

"What?" challenged Dottie.

"You look. His whole thing. In her mouth, bobbing up and down."

Dottie cracked the door. She watched for several seconds as if she were transfixed. Silently, she closed the door. "Omigod," she whispered. "Omigod! He's huge. She had both hands wrapped around him like this," she demonstrated, holding one closed fist to the other, as if she were holding a bat, "and she had the whole tip in her mouth." Just then, there was a sharp yelp of pain from Sally. A few moments of silence was followed by the unmistakable bed sounds of sex in progress. "Well," asked Dottie, "how do we help our friend celebrate her entry into womanhood?"

"We could kidnap the guy and have him do to us what he did to her," suggested Fran.

"Hang on to that thought," Dottie replied. "I was really thinking about something more Sally-centered. Like going in with a bottle of wine and toasting them while they lay there. Sort of congratulations to Sally, and a get even with him for seeing us this morning." An orgasmic scream from Sally punctuated the suggestion.

"Okay, but let's wait 'til he's done, so nobody gets too upset about us interrupting them. I know I'd be ticked as hell if somebody interrupted me at the wrong time," Fran offered.

"Or we could all go in naked. He's already seen us, and they're naked. It would make everything sort of casual, all in good fun, like," Barb proposed. Just then, the sounds coming from the bedroom signaled a male climax.

Dottie said to Barb, "You go in naked, pretend you need a towel or something. If they're alright with you, then we'll come in with the wine and glasses." And that's the way it was.

Later Phil would rank that weekend as one of the top ten weekends of his college career, possibly among the top five. It turned into a marathon of sex. Although he never shared the events of the weekend with anyone, he found himself dating a wide variety of women. The few occasions he went to a party alone, if he left alone, it was by choice.



After the Party



just a shorty 'cos i was in the mood. hope you enjoy it. GA.

July.

A GOOD DAY ended badly. Julie, her final lesson of the day done, left the school earlier than usual. Planning to spend an hour in the sun with a book she arrived home and let herself in. She climbed the stairs intending to change out of her sober work clothes and into her bikini. What she saw next turned her world upside down.

Samuel didn't hear his wife's tread on the stairs; he only turned from the window when he heard her voice.

"Julie! I—" he began as his face distorted with shock.

"What are you doing?" Julie asked aghast, but the sight of Samuel's erection in his fist told its own story. Pushing past her husband she looked out of the second storey window and saw the object of Samuel's desire - their divorced and undeniably gorgeous neighbour sunbathing nude in her garden.

The betrayal stung like a slap in the face. 

Hours later, alone in bed, the same questions turned relentlessly in Julie's head. What have I done wrong? Why would he do it? She's thirty-eight ... Twelve years older than me. Twelve years! Why would he want her?

With the questions chattering in her head like spiteful demons, Julie eventually abandoned any hope of sleep and, true to her flame-haired temperament, decided to confront her husband.

As much as she feared what rot in their marriage talking to Samuel might reveal, with leaden dread heavy in her stomach Julie pulled on her dressing gown and walked from the marital bedroom. She moved across the silent landing and glanced at the door to her daughter's room. The knot of apprehension tightened in her guts - What if things were so bad that she and Sammy parted? What would she and Alethia do then? Julie thought of her mother too. Oh, God; she'll be full of 'I-told-you-so's,' and 'I-warned-you-about-"his-sort". Julie's mother had never reconciled her daughter marrying a black man. "All very fashionable, darling," Margaret Manning had pouted. "But, I mean ... Really?" Samuel's law degree and blossoming reputation as a barrister did nothing to sway her 1950's, aspiring to middle-class prejudices -- "It simply wouldn't do."

But Julie had married Samuel and been happy.

Until ...

Without knocking Julie entered the guest room to which Samuel had been banished.

"Don't you love me any more?" she said abruptly into the darkness.

Despite the time being close to three in the morning Samuel was awake; his reply immediate.

"I'm sorry, Julie. I ..." He sighed, he had no answers, only excuses. "I got home early ... I was feeling ... well ... y'know ... in the mood. When I got upstairs I saw her out of the window ..."

Julie heard her husband sigh a second time.

His voice, she thought, momentarily distracted from her quest. Samuel's voice had been the first thing that attracted her. She'd first heard him speak at a wedding; Samuel being best man, Julie a friend of the bride -- not close enough to be a bridesmaid though -- and she'd fallen in love with Samuel's rich baritone when he'd stood self-consciously and delivered an embarrassed yet hilarious speech. For Julie, her husband's voice reminded her of Turkish Delight wrapped in dark chocolate.

Despite her anguish, she felt a quickening of desire between her legs.

"You fancy her, don't you?" she asked, ignoring her mewling sex. "I can get my head around you fancying her, she's glamorous ... and she's got a great figure; she's got the look; blonde; pretty ... She's intelligent ... Yeah, I can understand all that, Sammy, but ... Do you still love me?"

"Absolutely," Samuel replied. "I just got a bit stupid today. I didn't think I was doing any harm. There she was ... I was in that mood ... Shit, I'm not saying I don't feel embarrassed, ashamed even, but it has nothing to do with me not loving you any more, babe. I promise you that. You and Alethia ..."

Julie took a pace towards her husband's voice. He sounded so sincere. He says he loves me, she thought. Four years of marriage and I love him as much now as ever ... I love my little family. Tears stung Julie's eyes when she thought of her daughter -- two-years old, a chatterbox with her father's soft, brown eyes and coffee-coloured skin. 

"But you fancy her? ...You love me, but you'd like to ..." Julie sniffed up the tears. "You'd like to do it with her?"

Samuel sat up in bed. Despite the gloom Julie could make out the outline of his body. She recalled the texture of his skin under her fingers when they made love; how tight and springy the bunched muscles felt when her hands slid over his arms and chest ... Then she recalled the thick, black length of him in his fist that afternoon. Julie remembered the first time she'd seen his cock like that; iron hard and so intimidating in girth.

"But I love you, Julie," Samuel insisted. "This afternoon was like ... well, it was like watching porn. You're different. You're real; we're real."

The throbbing in her cunt boomed like a bass drum, the fear replaced by liquid desire. Julie wanted her husband to show how much he loved her; she was desperate to believe him but she kept pushing the question; she couldn't help it, it was like probing a newly-filled tooth with her tongue.

"Tell me, Sammy," Julie asked, her voice a croak. "Would you like to fuck her? I mean really fuck her.

It was instinct that told Samuel his wife's mind-set had shifted. There was no logic involved, he recognised some quality in the timbre of her voice -- perhaps he could smell her desire in the dark? Without thinking he growled a response.

"I'd fuck her, baby. I'd fuck the white bitch and make her suck my wet cock ... Just like I'm going to do to you now."

Samuel threw the covers off his naked body and moved to his wife.

"Do it to me, Sammy," Julie moaned as her husband's fingers found her slippery labia. She felt his teeth on her neck. "Fuck me like you'd fuck Mandy. Show me how bad you could be."

Samuel turned his wife and eased her onto the bed on all fours. Julie groaned and thrust her buttocks towards her husband's shadowy form. The groan turned to a moan of pleasure when she felt his knob press against her body.

For Samuel the incident was over; but in Julie's mind an idea began to ferment.

October.

THE PLACE WAS A MESS. Empty beer cans, used glasses, and all the other grubby detritus of a room in post-party chaos covered nearly every available surface. Most of the tea-lights had died, but the few still clinging to life flickered warmly and made the room comfortably intimate.

Samuel, in his skeleton costume, face painted white, dropped empty beer cans into a bin bag.

"Here you go, Sammy," Julie said, appearing from the kitchen with a tray laden with steaming coffee cups in her hands. "You'll get that muck on the rim," she warned, pointing at her husband's made-up face. She turned to the scarlet-clad devil sitting on the sofa. "Here you are, Mandy," she added and offered the tray.

"Thanks," the blonde replied as she took her cup.

"Your legs look fantastic in those shorts, Mandy," Julie complimented. "Really smooth ... And the tan; did you top up on a sunbed or ...?"

Given that Amanda's costume consisted of a scrap of a cape, a red t-shirt, and booty shorts there was a considerable length of leg to stretch as the woman eased her limbs out in front of her. From the corner of her eye Julie caught her husband's appreciative expression through his disguise.

"I snuck on the sunbed," Amanda replied. "I didn't want to wear tights with this outfit, so ..."

"It really suits you," Julie said, turning to Samuel. "Don't you think Mandy's got great pins, Sammy?"

Remembering the incident during the summer, Samuel blinked. He looked at his wife and then at his neighbour's legs. 

"Uh ..." he muttered, flustered, "I ..."

"Oh come on, Sammy," Julie teased. "You know you like Mandy's legs. There's no shame in admitting it. I don't think she's embarrassed ... Are you Mandy?"

"Oh ... Erm ... No, no I suppose not. I mean ..."

"Anyway, Sammy," Julie continued, it isn't as though—" The red-haired woman stopped mid-sentence and feigned reluctance. "No," she continued. "Sorry, I shouldn't have ... It must be the wine; I'm such a blabbermouth when I drink." She sipped her coffee demurely and avoided Mandy's questioning look. Ask me, she thought, go on Mandy, ask me ...

Samuel shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at being on the precipice of his wife's indiscretion. No, Julie, the voice in his head screamed. Wings of apprehension fluttered in his stomach and his balls tightened defensively. Don't ... Don't say anything ... Don't ....

Amanda, despite the volume of bacardi and coke she'd shifted, sensed she was being manipulated by her younger neighbour. She glanced at Samuel; his expression, even through the face-paint, told her he was aghast at the revelation bubbling on his wife's lips.

She turned her attention to Julie, intrigued as to why the woman had gone suddenly coy and who was now avoiding her eyes. What are you up to, Julie? Where's this going? OK, she decided, I'll play along.

"You can't do that!" Amanda exclaimed and placed her coffee on the table in front her. "I mean ... You just can't hint at something and then just ... stop."

"Well," Julie began, it's—"

"Julie ..." Samuel warned, his voice low and dangerous as a rattlesnake. "I don't think—"

"It's like this," Julie interrupted her husband. She sat next to Amanda on the settee and put the tray on the carpet near her feet.

"Shit, Julie," Samuel groaned when his wife leaned towards the blonde and cupped a hand around the woman's ear. "I ..." he began. "It ..." Giving up the fight, he slumped into a chair. He blew across the meniscus of the steaming coffee and sipped; his eyes never leaving Amanda's face.

"Oh my God!" Amanda cried. Her eyes widened with surprise. "Oh no ... no, no, no ... He ..."

Cringing with embarrassment, Samuel shook his head and closed his eyes when Amanda turned her face to look at him. Anger at his wife's recklessness burned in his chest; he clenched his free hand into a fist as tension worked the tiny muscles in his jaw.

Samuel slammed his cup down onto the small table in front of his chair. Spilled coffee mingled with the party mess.

"That was something I did that I'm ashamed of, Julie." He opened his eyes and glared at his wife. "It was something between us ... Something private, and I'm appalled and ashamed that you told her. Fucking hell, Julie, how could you do that to me? It's over. Done. Forgotten."

Spiteful indignation flashed in Julie's green eyes.

"You're not in court now, you arrogant prick. Something between us?" she spat. "I caught you spying on Mandy, with your big cock in your hand, and you talk about it being between us!" She turned her attention to the older woman. "He was so wrapped up wanking over you that he didn't even hear me come in. What would you have done, Mandy? What would you do if you'd been me?"

Before Amanda could reply Samuel interjected.

"—I thought we'd talked it through; I thought it was behind us. It was just something I did on the spur of the moment. I told you, I got home early and there she was, sunbathing, naked and—"

Big cock? Amanda thought, instantly picking up on Julie's description. How big? She eyed Samuel speculatively like an auctioneer in a cattle market. How much beef has that boy got? she wondered.

"I don't mind," she said quietly into the abrupt, angry silence. "Actually, and don't take this the wrong way, Julie," she continued, "but I'm flattered that your husband ... erm ... thinks I'm good enough ... I mean ... Well, he's young, good-looking ..." She paused and smirked before suggestively adding, "And he fills his jeans out pretty well ... Anyway, I don't mind." The woman shrugged, stood up, and placed her cup on the table next to Samuel's. "And on that note I think I'd better get out of here. Too much booze and high emotion can only lead to trouble. And I think you two need to do some more talking."

"Don't leave," Julie murmured. She reached for Amanda's hand and clasped it tightly. "I don't want you to go. In fact there's ... There's ..."

Amanda's heart thudded in her chest; she sensed where Julie was going. She knew what words were about to leave the young woman's lips.

If you say it, Julie, Amanda thought, then I'm not going to refuse. If you offer me your gorgeous husband's black cock ... Amanda glanced at Samuel. The man's face, under the paint, wore an expression of slack-jawed shock. He knows what's coming too. Oh God ... Am I going to get fucked?

"What I thought was—" Julie continued.

In a voice thick with desire, Amanda interrupted.

"—Me and him?" Her sex clenched with anticipation of the possibilities. "Me, him and ... and you too, Julie? A threesome?" 

The word left Julie as a hiss.

"Yes."

Realising she'd better take a more proactive approach now she'd committed herself, Amanda turned to face Samuel. She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to on side. 

"Well, Sammy?" she asked. "Get me another drink -- bacardi and coke. Get me a drink and I'll help your lovely wife undress." Amanda gently eased Julie from her seat. Shocked into complicity, Samuel went to the kitchen where the surviving booze had been moved. Amanda looked into the young woman's eyes. "You're sure about this?" she asked.

Julie gulped and nodded.

"I'm sure. I've thought about it a lot since ... Well, since I caught him. The sex we had that night ..." Amanda saw a blush creep up Julie's neck from the deep V of Julie's décolletage. Julie blinked quickly, swallowed heavily again, and continued. "The sex we had that night ... I told him to fuck me like he'd fuck you. It was amazing. And since then the idea's grown in my head. It's been driving me mad. The party, tonight, all of it ... It was just an excuse really ... To get you here. I didn't think you'd go for it, and I wouldn't have pushed if I'd not been drinking so much, but now ... It feels so strange, like it isn't really us at all."

"Just a one-off? Just tonight, never again, a few hours of sex and we never mention this again. Is that OK?"

Julie nodded in response to Amanda's words.

When Samuel returned from the kitchen with Amanda's drink he stood and stared. His wife, stripped of her graveyard-black gown, stood naked except for her shoes and gloves she wore to the elbow.

"Jesus," he muttered.

"Your wife's a beautiful girl. Isn't she, Sammy?" The man gulped and nodded. Amanda continued, "And what about me, will I do?" She turned slowly, treating Samuel to a slow pirouette as she flaunted her now bare backside and long legs. Having stripped out of the tiny red shorts and cape, she still wore the tight, red t-shirt. Following a full three-sixty, Amanda put her hands on her hips and posed again. With an appropriately devilish grin she smirked at Samuel's expression of perpetual surprise. "Now, I think it's time you showed me exactly what Julie caught you doing. I want to watch you wank. I think you owe me that."

"Yeah, Sammy," Julie joined in. "You owe Mandy one." She moved quickly to her husband's side. "Here he is, Mandy. What do you think?"

Amanda's eyes glinted in the candlelight when Julie whisked Samuel's costume leggings down his thighs. The sight of the man's flaccid but thick member caused Amanda's insides to twitch -- A trickle of lust slid from her body.

"Make it hard, Sammy," she whispered. "Show me how you did it. Come on, baby, let me see you do it." Amanda squirmed where she stood; she longed to touch her sex but denied herself that pleasure for a moment.

"Shall I get him started, Mandy?" Julie asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Julie lifted her husband's cock in the palm of her hand. The man looked at his wife and groaned. He curled an arm around Julie's shoulders and pulled her to him roughly. As the couple shared a deep, hard kiss, Samuel's erection grew rapidly. In seconds the redhead had a thick length of ebony penis in her fist. She caressed the thing slowly.

Jesus, Amanda thought. If I were married to that gorgeous bastard I'd be riding that thing all day and all night. She's sharing him with me? If I were her I'd not share him with anyone. Fuck, but he's gorgeous.

"Let him do it, Julie," the older woman suggested quietly. "You come here, to me; I think I want to kiss you."

"Julie ..." Samuel groaned when his wife, to his disbelief, did as Amanda ordered. He stroked his cock and stared at the two women. "Fuck ... Look at you two. I never saw ..." He groaned again, his fist moving quickly as his wife's tongue glistened in the soft, flickering light and touched the blonde's own outstretched tongue.

"Have you ever kissed a woman before?" Amanda asked.

Julie glanced at her husband and nodded.

"I had a bit of a thing with a girl in teaching college," she admitted. "We did a bit more than kissing ..."

"You should've told me," Samuel said in a hoarse voice. "Maybe we could've worked something out." He winked at his wife.

"You're getting used to this idea now, Sammy," Amanda said. "If you can crack jokes I'd say the shock has worn off."

"I'm getting warmed up," Samuel retorted. He jutted his chin towards the two women. "I think it's time you took that shirt off. Show me your tits. Not too big and nicely shaped if I recall correctly."

"I like Julie's breasts," Amanda smirked. "Lovely, heavy tits. I think I'll just suck your wife's nipples before I take my top off. You just carry on wanking, big boy. But don't get too excited, you've got some work to do before you come." She looked at Julie. "Can I kiss your breasts, Julie? Please?"

"Yes please!" Julie hefted her breasts in her palms; she offered the tight teats of her nipples to her neighbour. While Amanda kissed and sucked at her flesh, Julie stared at her husband across the room. "Is this good for you, Sammy? Did I surprise you? I didn't know if she'd do it, but I'm so glad she is. I'm so wet ... I'm so hot down there between my legs ...I want you to do her. I want to watch you fuck her."

Julie groaned when Amanda's fingers found her clitoris.

"She's sodden," Amanda said to Samuel. "Your wife's pissing juice ... And she tastes so fucking good." Amanda sucked her wet fingers. "Come here. Come here and put that thing into your wife's cunt. Fuck her first and let me suck her cum off your cock." Amanda eased Julie onto the settee before lifting the t-shirt over her head.

Julie looked up at the blonde and giggled.

"You've lost a horn." She pointed at Amanda's forehead. One of the small points Amanda wore as devil's horns had come loose.

"As long as your hubby doesn't lose his," Amanda replied and, ignoring the white smear of Samuel's make-up on Julie's face, leaned down to kiss the woman's mouth. "Get over here, Sammy," she barked when the kiss broke. "Fuck your lovely wife."

Samuel kicked the leggings away and lifted his costume shirt over his head.

"Good God, you're a voodoo prince," Amanda murmured when she saw Samuel's muscled chest and thick, well-defined arms.

The man grinned and walked to his supine wife.

Julie groaned as the girth of Samuel's erection rudely penetrated her.

"Fuck her," Amanda whispered and knelt in front of the couple. She ran her hands over Samuel's back and down to his taut, bunched, and thrusting buttocks. "Give it to her, Sammy. Do it to your lovely wife."

I hope he stretches me like he's stretching her, Amanda thought after manoeuvring herself to where she could see Samuel's cock distending the younger woman's sex. She's so tight around him. It looks like she's going to split ... She's all purple for fuck's sake! But listen to her moan. And how wet she is, the stuff's trickling down the crack in her arse ...That stain's never going to wash out.




After the Party



Amanda moved and, with the tips of her fingers, eased Samuel's buttocks apart. The man paused in his vicious pounding. He looked over his shoulder and down at the blonde.

"Do her slowly, baby," Amanda grinned. "Not too hard now ... And, in a minute, it's my turn."

"You dirty—" Samuel began and then moaned as Amanda's tongue squirmed at his sphincter.

"What?" Julie panted, pinned beneath her husband. "What's she doing?"

"Licking my arse," Samuel grunted.

Julie heard Amanda's chuckle; she pulled her husband's face down to hers and kissed him. Samuel groaned into Julie's mouth when Amanda pushed her hot, squirming tongue deeper into his anus.

"Oh ... fuck," he sighed. "Julie ... She's so hot. Damn. I love you for this. I really love you."

"Just this once, Sammy. Me and Mandy agreed. This is happening once. Never again ..."

"My turn," Amanda interrupted. "Let's share his cock for a little while, Julie -- Let's suck it in turns and then he can put it in me. You can watch your husband fuck me."

A quick coil of serpentine jealousy wriggled in Julie's guts when she heard Amanda's words. The emotion snaked up into her throat and threatened to choke her as Sammy, eager to comply with Amanda's suggestion, sprung to his feet like an over-excited puppy.

For a moment Julie considered calling the whole thing off. Tears pricked her eyes and she bit down on the sob that threatened to burst from her.

"Come on, honey," Amanda said gently when she recognised Julie's look. "Let's just both have a little lick at him. I only want to share him with you, baby girl. That's all. He said he loves you, and I'd believe him. I'm just a dirty slut you can both use for the rest of the night. You've got him forever."

"Thank you," Julie mouthed, relieved by the blonde's sincerity.

"No, thank you." Amanda mouthed in reply, and winked.

Julie, at Amanda's beckoning, knelt on the carpet in front of her husband. She watched as the older woman first took hold of Samuel's shaft. The corrosive jealousy threatened one final time but she banished the serpent from her mind and stroked Amanda's blonde hair.

"Suck him," Julie muttered. "Suck my husband's big cock."

"First cock for months," Amanda said. She examined the big, purple dome and, opening her mouth wide, wrapped her red-painted lips around it.

"Now you, baby girl," Amanda grinned after several, lascivious slurps. She offered the cock to Julie.

"Don't mind if I do," she replied, and licked the penis from shining tip down to Samuel's tight, heavy balls.

The two women slurped and sucked in turns, looking into each others eyes in silent but meaningful communication as they passed Samuel back and forth. They eventually shared a tongue-swirling kiss when their lips met at the tip of Samuel's cock.

"Fuck her now, Sammy," Julie urged. "It'll be daylight soon. I think you should fuck Mandy now. Then we can all go up to bed and get some sleep. Mum's bringing Alethia back at three this afternoon and I'd like to get a little sleep before then." She turned to regard her neighbour. "Is that OK, Mandy? We can all sleep in our bed and then fuck again when we wake up?"

"Divine, darling," Amanda replied. "Come on, big boy," she said to Samuel, "from behind. Hold my waist and really give it to me. My cunt's growling for some of you."

Samuel stood behind the blonde after she knelt on the sofa and pushed her rear towards him. His cock throbbed at the sight of Amanda's tapered waist and the broad flare of her hips. He rubbed the underside of his erection against her smooth labia, momentarily considering pushing into her anus.

Not a great idea, Samuel decided. He didn't want to push his luck.

He paused for a moment, cock in hand, and readied himself for the assault on Amanda's sex.

"I love you, Julie," he muttered through his smeared mask.

"I love you too," Julie replied, her eyes blazing with emotion. "Now fuck the poor bitch. She's gagging for cock."

Samuel grinned at his wife. 

"When did you get all potty-mouthed?"

"When you wanked over the neighbour sunbathing in her garden. Why? Don't you like the dirty Julie?"

"I love the dirty Julie," Samuel grunted, before splitting Amanda's labia with the head of his cock.

Julie's breathing quickened as Amanda let out a great groan and Samuel's cock-head penetrated the woman's body.

They're fucking, she thought. My husband is fucking Amanda. His black hands and her white skin ... I never knew that's what we looked like when we were together. She's beautiful too. I love her hair ... And her eyes, such blue eyes.

The blue eyes were slitted and staring at the black man who pounded into her with relentless vigour.

"Come on," Amanda growled. "Fuck me, Sammy. Tear my cunt apart. Do it to me. Harder!"

The black man grimaced as he struggled to control the surge in his cock. Amanda's body, tight and molten, closed around his girth. Samuel could smell her arousal as their bodies squelched at their conjunction.

"Julie ..." Samuel groaned and held a hand to his wife. "Come ... Come here, baby ..."

Julie, slack-jawed and dull-eyed with lust at the sight of her husband's cock fucking into the blonde, fingered her swollen clitoris.

"What?" she moaned. "What do you want?"

"Kiss me. I'm going to come. Kiss me."

Julie's eyes widened, her mouth opened in a large O.

"No ... Don't. Not inside her. Don't do it inside her!"

"Do it, Sammy," Amanda wailed. "I'm so close myself. If you come in me it'll bring me off. Please ... Do it!"

"Julie ..." Samuel grunted. "I ..."

With a snarl befitting her earlier vampire role, Julie launched herself across the room.

"Don't you dare," she growled. "Don't you fucking dare spunk into that slut." Julie reached down under her husband's buttocks and gripped his testicles in her fingers. "You come in her," she warned, "and I'll rip your fucking nuts off!"

"Do it, Sammy," Amanda whimpered. "I know you can feel me wrapped around your cock. I'm tight and I'm wet ... And I'm so fucking hot aren't I? Give it to me, lover ... Spunk inside me."

Samuel's fingers dug into Amanda's waist. He arched forward until his face was an inch from the back of the blonde's neck. He was so close that Amanda could feel the hot pants of Samuel's breath against her skin.

"Julie ... baby ..." he groaned.

"My neck," Amanda grunted and thrust her buttocks back at her lover. "Bite my neck and fuck me. Bite my neck and give me the hot stuff."

Samuel moaned, thrusting harder into Amanda's swollen core. He bit the woman's neck savagely and felt her buck against him as she climaxed.

"Julie ... Julie, quick!" Samuel lifted his face from Amanda's flesh and looked for his wife. "I'm pulling it out! I haven't come ... I haven't come, but ..."

The mature blonde grunted; her fingers busy against her clitoris as she slumped against the settee. Her body convulsed and her orgasm exploded like fireworks.

"Oh ... Oh, Jesus," she wailed.

"In my mouth, Sammy," Julie panted and knelt in front of the sofa. "Let me taste you, baby!"

Samuel, his cock wet and shining with Amanda's goo, pulled out of the blonde's twitching body and offered himself to his wife.

"Shit," he shouted. "Yes ... Yes, Julie ..."

The redhead said nothing; she couldn't, her mouth was full of her husband's spurting meat.

A fountain of spunk squirted against Julie's palette. The woman gagged but, refusing to be beaten by Amanda, let the torrent of Samuel's ejaculate squirt into her mouth. She swallowed quickly but, in the end, letting the spitting monster slip from her lips, she coughed and looked up at her husband.

"That ... That was just ..." Samuel couldn't find the words.

Amanda, her orgasm cooling, scrambled to Julie's side on the carpet.

"You got the cream; you lucky bitch! Kiss me," she urged. "Let me taste your husband's cum."

The two women shared a long, gooey, and passionate kiss. Amanda squashed her tight breasts against Julie's more substantial pair; the splashes of Samuel's spunk smeared across their skin as the pair embraced. The man, his cock leaking and slowly deflating, stared as the women shared their tender moment.

Julie's hands slid down Amanda's back and halted at the blonde's buttocks. Samuel's wife murmured her appreciation at the taut, springy flesh beneath her palms.

While Julie squeezed her arse cheeks, Amanda pulled her chest away from Julie's and caressed the redhead's slippery breasts.

Their kiss continued in a swirling glide of dancing dance tongues.

Eventually they parted, eyes shining, both breathless.

"Bed time now," Julie suggested after a pause.

"I think so," Amanda smiled. "And," she continued, "I was thinking ..." She paused.

"What?" Julie asked.

"Well, I know what we said ... But ... Well, I wondered ..." The blonde grinned up at Samuel. "What are you doing for Christmas?"



After the Party



Although I am at university my family home is only two hours drive away, even less by train, so I do get home some weekends. Therefore when my old school friend, Sophie, held her engagement party in the old home town it was natural that I phoned my mum and arranged to go home to sleep in my old room after the party. If mum had not forgotten about that phone call or if she had at least told my dad about it none of what follows would have happened.

The party broke up around 2am and I took a taxi home letting myself in with my own key. I had taken a bit to drink although I was not seriously smashed but I was exhausted and it just seemed too much like hard work to climb the stairs so I went into the lounge and collapsed onto the sofa. The party had been fancy dress so I fell asleep on the sofa still in the school uniform which had been my party costume.

Something woke me a few hours later and I looked up to see a dark shape in the kitchen doorway. I heard my dad's voice saying my name in a slightly groggy, puzzled way. I managed to say "Hi" and he asked me what I was doing there.

I told him about the party and about my phone call to mum which was all news to him and he said that my Gran was ill and Mum was staying with her for a few days. By now he had switched on a table lamp so we had a sort of muted glow by which to see each other and I could not help noticing the bulge in his pyjama trousers. Daddy had been unable to sleep so had come down to the kitchen for a drink and, thinking himself alone in the house, had not bothered with a dressing gown. It was a warm night and his pyjama top was open revealing his lovely hairy chest. Now that we had some light he could see that his daughter was clad in a crumpled short navy skirt, white kneesocks and a badly creased white blouse. This was having an effect on that bulge in his trousers and he had no way of hiding the fact.

I moved lazily from the sofa and put my arms around his neck. I have a theory about dads and daughters; nature automatically makes young girls rehearse their skills in trapping a mate and, when you are small, the only man in your life is Daddy so we all flirt outrageously with our dads. Every girl has experienced that moment when you are squirming on his lap and you feel a hard lump under your bottom so there is a lot more than meets the eye to all this innocent daddy hugging even if we do not really understand what we are doing.

As I leaned into him of course I could feel the rock hard lump and I purred that he seemed pleased to see me. This situation was on the edge and the simplest thing could push it one way or the other. I guess Daddy was a bit vulnerable in that Mum was away, he was still half asleep and he had suddenly been faced with almost every man's fantasy -- a half drunken schoolgirl even though I was 19 at the time.

He said that I didn't need to camp out on the sofa and he asked if I remembered when I used to creep into his bed sometimes just for a cuddle. I don't actually remember the fine detail of what happened next or who said what but I do remember the two of us going into Mum and Dad's bedroom where the duvet had been thrown back to reveal the crumpled sheets. It just seemed natural for me to unzip my skirt and let it fall so that I could step out of it and leave it on the carpet. He was in the bed now and watching me by the light which came into the room from the hall light which we had left on.

There is something in me which cannot resist an audience so I stood there bold as brass in my white cotton knickers and unbuttoned my blouse then shook it off so that it fell to the floor leaving me in a small virgin white bra then I climbed into his bed and he pulled the covers over us both and put his arm around my shoulder. I don't know what demon made me do it but I made a little mewing sound. It was exactly the sound which I had heard my mum make through the wall joining my room to theirs although I have never told her that I heard her mew like a kitten. Of course I had realised that this was their private way of triggering a session of making love. What other possible reason could there be for a woman to make that sound?

His arm tightened around me pulling my body right into his.

"Come here Kitten."

Daddy has called me Kitten for as long as I can remember and for the first time the thought struck me that something very complicated was going on. Think about it -- his wife mews like a kitten to turn him on and he calls his daughter Kitten. You work it out.

We were in a lovely cosy hug and his arm had casually strayed to the clasp of my bra where it paused as he asked me a question.

"Are you sure about this Kitten?"

I made a sound which was not exactly a word but it conveyed the meaning "Yes" and I felt my daddy unfasten my bra. I eased my arms out of it and pressed my small boobs against his chest hair as we kissed. I could feel that his member had slipped out of the slit in the front of his jarmies and I eased one hand under the covers to slip my pants down. He reached one naked arm over to the bedside drawer and produced a packet of condoms (so that was where they kept them). A boy of my own age would have then had an awkward moment of fumbling to get the thing onto his organ but my dad somehow did it easily. I rolled on top of him so we were skin to skin and both enjoying the intimacy.

He very gently rolled us over so that now he was on top with his weight pressing me into the bed and his organ was between my open legs. I brought my legs up so that he could feel the inside of my supple thighs stroking his body and he very gently entered my damp, willing body. Daddy was the most skilful lover I have ever known; every move was considerate and loving and seemed designed to enhance my pleasure. It was like riding a thoroughbred horse over lovely open moorland and feeling the rhythmic rising and falling. No girl was ever so satisfied or as well loved as he eased me to a fantastic climax in his arms and the room echoed to our mutual sighs.

When I awoke the sunlight was coming through the crack in the curtains and I had that feeling that life is perfect and everything is just as it should be. We were still in each other's arms and we very gently explored each other's bodies with oh so gentle stroking. We did not make love again that morning, there was no need but we spent a long time whispering about what the future held. 

At this point I need to explain about my flat. When I moved to university Daddy decided that if we rented a flat for me that would be three years rent just down the drain but if he bought a flat he would still have an asset when I finished college. So you see I live as a kept woman in a flat owned by my daddy. When I first moved to Portsmouth there was lots of innocent joking between myself, Daddy and Mummy about how I would "pay my rent" and whether Daddy would come around and make me pay what I owed.

As we lay there in bed that Saturday morning we talked about me paying my rent. Daddy is a regional executive of a bank so he travels all over Southern England and sometimes he does have business in Portsmouth. He is a powerful man in the bank and my creative mind embroidered that a little to make him a big time criminal whom I would have to satisfy or else he would have me strangled and sent to swim with the fishes or else put into one of his brothels. 

So that was how our plan was hatched. Every so often Daddy has to have a meeting in the bank's Portsmouth office and he stays in a five star hotel as befits his grade. When that happens I receive a phone call from my Daddy.

"It's time to pay your rent Miss. Be at room 1101 of the Majestic Hotel for 8 tonight. Don't be late."

Of course I never am late. I have learned a lot of things since I lived at home as Daddy's little girl and I like to think that my tongue and my lips and a few other parts of me give him as much pleasure as he gives me. 



After the Party



My work manager had moved into a large house recently and we had eventually convinced him to have a house warming party. Around 20 friends and colleagues were invited, along with their partners, so in the end around 35 people actually turned up. My name is Jim and this is a story based on some of the events that happened that night.

The party was going well, it was around 2 in the morning and some had gone home, but a lot of people remained. Most of them were in the 3 spare bedrooms of this large house, though I and a number of people remained downstairs in one of the rooms watching TV. Various reports of couples making out and one of the single girls fucking anything that moved, made their way down to us which we all laughed at, some of the guys went upstairs to check and probably some of them got laid as well. 

I was sat on the floor, the chairs and settee's were occupied by a few people, one of the guys had passed out on the settee and a few girls had used their makeup on him and then took photos, no doubt for future use against him. 

I had fancied Lynn for a while, she worked at the call centre I was contracted into, but she had a boyfriend and wasn't really interested in me, or so I thought. She had come prepared for the party, bringing a sleeping bag with her and settling down in it while sat on one of the large comfy chairs. Most of the people in the room were now quiet, either sleeping or sat watching the TV in a drunken haze. I however was watching Lynn as one by one she dropped items of clothing over the side of the chair. T-shirt, jeans, socks and finally bra and panties, obviously leaving her naked in the bag.

The two girls that had been lying on the other settee, announced they were going upstairs to find somewhere to sleep, leaving the settee now free. I took this opportunity to claim the settee for myself and lay back relaxing and watching the TV. After a few minutes I heard shuffling in the room as Lynn made her was over to me, still in her sleeping bag. "Room for me on there as well?" she asked.

"Sure," I said rolling onto my side giving her room to lie in front of me. Lynn pushed herself back against me as we lay there, now the only people awake in the room. After a few minutes Lynn grabbed my arm and pulled it inside her sleeping bag. "I feel like I'm going to fall off here in a minute." she whispered to me. 

"I'll hold you, you're not going anywhere." I said wrapping my arm around her slim waist giving her some reassurance that she wasn't about to fall onto the floor. After a while Lynn moved my hand to one of her bare boobs and moaned softly as she felt my hand close around her.

"Hmm that feels nice." I said.

"Yeah, It sure does."

We lay there for a few hours, dozing every now and then. Each time I woke, I squeezed her boobs and played with her nipples, causing her to wake slightly and squirm around. At about 7 o'clock the bosses son came down from his bedroom and woke most us up switching on his playstation. 

I sat up, stiff from lying in the same position for hours and looked at Lynn, who was also waking up. "Can you pass me my T-shirt please." she said.

I grabbed all her clothes and handed them to her. Lynn pulled the T-shirt over her head and climbed out of the sleeping bag. 

"Come on," she said, holding out her hand and dragging me upstairs. I watched her bare legs and bottom move sexily as I followed her up the stairs into the now empty bedroom. Various toys were scattered over the floor as Lynn headed for the single bed in the middle of the room. I closed the door behind us and went over to the bed. 

Lynn pulled off her t-shirt revealing the boobs I had been playing with overnight, before sitting on the side of the bed. She held out her arms and I stood in front of her. She wasted no time in undoing my shorts freeing my hard cock, holding it in her hand before leaning forward and taking the head into her mouth and looking up at me with her cute puppy dog eyes."I've been wanting you to do that for ages." I said, holding the side of her head with my hands.

Lynn mumbled something, but I couldn't make it out as her mouth was now full of my cock. She certainly knew how to give good head, using her tongue and hands on me as she slowly worked over my cock. Eventually she pulled off me and kneeled on the end of the bed waiting for me to lay down in front of her. Removing the last of my clothing I lay down and Lynn lay on top of me and we kissed for some time, our tongues doing a merry dance in each other mouths.

Lynn smiled and moved slowly down my body, "I think I was doing something down here before." she said, taking my cock in her hand and sliding it back into her mouth. 

The door suddenly opened and in burst one of our friends Claire. "Oh shit sorry. I was err... looking for err..." she stumbled, "Sorry." she said again leaving the room and closing the door. 

"Well everyone will know about us in a few minutes," Lynn laughed.

"Yeah, Claire doesn't keep anything to herself does she."

A few seconds later the door opened again and in walked Claire closing the door behind her. "You should lock the door if you don't want to be disturbed," she said wedging a chair under the door handle.

Lynn and I looked at each other, "Who were you looking for" I asked, trying to find out what she was doing.

"I was looking for Steve, no sign of him in the house, he must be outside somewhere."

"So why are you in here now?" I asked.

"Do you want me to leave?" I looked at Lynn and she shrugged her shoulders, then continued to blow me. Claire moved over to the bed and watched Lynn blowing me. "I spent a sleepless night sharing a room with various people shagging all night. The room was dark so I couldn't see anything, but I could hear them every hour or so. I've been horny as hell all night."

"So why didn't you fuck Steve then?" Lynn asked pulling her mouth off my cock for a moment.

"He's too much of a prude and didn't want to do it while there were other people around." Claire replied, with a little frustration in her voice. "Do you mind if I stay a while?"

"Doesn't bother me, " Said Lynn, "Do you have any objections?" she said shaking my cock.

"None at all." I answered. Claire and Steve have been married for a couple of years, but I've known them for about 5 years. Claire and I have worked closely together for a while now and we used to openly flirt with each other, nothing serious but it was just some fun between the two of us.

Lynn continued to blow me before crawling up my body sliding my cock over her wet pussy lips.

"Are you going to fuck him now?" asked Claire with a little excitement in her voice.

"Yes," she said sliding the head inside her. We both moaned as she slid down, taking me easily inside her.

Claire moved around to the bottom of the bed and sat on the floor, watching my cock slide in and out of Lynn's pussy. "That's so fucking hot," she said. Lynn continued to ride me slowly, my cock making wet sucking noises with the amount of juice her pussy was producing.

"God you are making me so wet, " Lynn said, "I can't believe how turned on I feel." Lynn then slid down my body taking my wet cock back into her mouth, her pussy and ass hanging over the end of the bed right in front of Claire's face. Claire looked at the wet and shining pussy in front of her face, the sparse thin pubic dark hairs were wet and sticking to her body, she then moved around the side of the bed and ran her hand up my leg taking hold of my cock and stroking it lightly.

"Hmm, I've always wanted you to do that." I said feeling her lightly squeeze me, testing the soft firmness of my cock. Lynn sat up and watched Claire tenderly stroke me.

"Go on," she said, "you know you want to."

Claire looked at Lynn then at me, before leaning over and taking me into her mouth. A stifled moan escaped her as she took me deeper into her, before pulling off me again.

"I can taste pussy juice," she smiled.

"Do you like it?" Lynn asked.

"Yes I think so, I've only ever tasted my own so this is a new experience for me."

"So sucking my cock, in front of someone else isn't new?" I laughed.

"Yes that's new as well." Claire chuckled.

The girls then took it turns to slowly suck me before Lynn moved back up and mounted me again for a minute or so. "I feel a little overdressed" Claire said, unsnapping her jeans and dropping them down her legs, pulling them and her socks off her feet. She then lifted the fluffy jumper over her head revealing a lacy white bra containing her large boobs. I had been trying my best not to come for the past few minutes, but the sight of Claire in her underwear was pushing me over the edge and there was nothing I could do about it.

"I'm going to come soon." I said. Lynn got off me and sat on her legs on the floor.

"Come over my face," Lynn said. I stood in front of Lynn stroking my cock aiming it at her face. Claire joined Lynn and both girls sat next to each other. 

"Fuck I'm going to cover you both in such a big load." I said. Claire reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her large tits settle on her chest. "I'd better take this off then, just in case you cover it."

I looked at the two girls in front of me, both of which I had been lusting over for years, as they waited for me to spray my come over their faces. "Here it comes," I said spraying the first load that I had been building all night over Lynn's nose, the second load landed on Claire's cheek. The girls pressed their faces together to catch the load as I sprayed them both. 

I sat back on the bed, my legs shaking slightly as I watched my come run down their faces."Fuck that was good." I said. 

Lynn used a finger to scoop the sperm into her mouth. "Hmm you taste good as well." she said. Claire copied Lynn's actions clearing their faces. Lynn looked at Claire and laughed. "Well that was fun wasn't it? Oh you've missed a bit," Lynn said, catching a stray glob of sperm with her finger, feeding it into Claire's mouth. Claire sucked the sperm from Lynn's finger, taking longer than she needed to clean the finger up.

"Any more?" she asked.

"Nope, you've got it all now." Lynn replied.

A stray drop was leaking from my cock, which Claire spotted, taking me into her mouth again making sure I was drained. Lynn got up and lay on the bed her legs hanging off the bottom, her pussy still wet and gleaming as she spread her legs wide. I couldn't resist going down on her, licking her wet slit, taking her clit in my mouth. Lynn squirmed around as she held my head tight against her pussy, making sure that maximum contact with her wasn't broken. Meanwhile Claire was stroking my rapidly growing cock as she sat next to me.

"Fuck her again," she whispered in my ear. I didn't need telling twice, standing up and pulling her over the edge of the bed I pushed my resurgent cock back into Lynn, causing her to moan loudly. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face to muffle the cries and screams as I rapidly fucked her. Claire climbed onto the bed and straddled Lynn looking down at my cock slicing deep into her pussy. I pulled out and offered my cock to Claire and she instantly took it into her mouth licking off Lynn's pussy juice, before pointing it back at Lynn's pussy. We repeated this a few times, before Claire lay her head sideways on Lynn directly above her pussy and opened her mouth wide. I could now easily move between the two holes at my disposal as Claire accepted my cock into her mouth, encouraging me to push deep to the back of her throat. 

Claire then surprised me by leaning over and licked at the join between me and Lynn, tentatively licking at Lynn's pussy. I pulled out of Lynn and moved away as Claire lowered herself down burying her face in Lynn's pussy. Lynn looked down her body with a shocked look on her face, as Claire continued to attack her pussy. 

"Fuck," Lynn said, rolling her eyes back and resting her hands on Claire's legs, holding her tight as her pussy was probed and attacked by another woman for the first time. Claire eventually lifted up and sat up, her face covered in pussy juice. 

"I've always wondered what that would be like." Claire said, "your pussy tastes so good." 

"Thank you. That's the first time a woman has done that to me and it was great. Now I want you to fuck me again," she said looking at me.

I pushed Lynn's legs back and wide over her body, raising her pussy off the bed then pushed back inside her again. Claire lay down next to Lynn watching me pound into her pussy hard, while running her hands over Lynn's body, paying particular attention to her tits. She then leaned over kissing a nipple gently, before taking more into her mouth. Lynn groaned, her pussy tightening for a few seconds as Claire teased her boobs. Claire then move up to Lynn's face and kissed her. Lynn grabbed her face and pulled them close together as their lips locked together as they kissed passionately. "I want to taste you." Lynn whispered into Claire's ear. Claire broke away from the kiss and rolled off the bed, standing next to us. She rolled her panties down her legs and off her feet, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy to us both. She then climbed back on top of Lynn resting her pussy over Lynn's head.

Lynn didn't waste any time and dove straight into Claire's wet pussy, bringing a broad wide smile to Claire's face as she ground her pussy into Lynn's face. I slowed my strokes and leaned forward, taking one of her large boobs in my mouth. Claire shuddered as she came quickly, holding onto my head and lifting me up so we could kiss. "I want to taste your come again," she said.

"Oh god," I said, feeling my balls tingle and tighten again. "I'm coming again." Lynn wrapped her legs around me signalling that she wanted me to come inside her and I did just that filling her pussy with my come. Claire smiled at me, "Hmm I wonder where your come is?" she asked, leaning down, pushing a finger into Lynn. "Oh there it is," she said before using her tongue to find more of my cum.

The two girls continued to eat each other for a few minutes before Claire lifted off and sat on the edge of the bed. "Well," she said, "That was fun, thank you. I'd better get going before Steve gets suspicious." We dressed and left the room one by one, so not to attract any unwanted attention, heading to the bathroom to wash and clean up before joining the rest of the people downstairs.

The day after we were all back at work. I bumped into Lynn in the corridor. "Hi, how are you."

"Fine thanks," she replied. Looking around she said, "I want some more of this tonight." grabbing a quick hold of my packet before walking off, "7 at mine. OK?"

"Looking forward to it."

That night we spent most of the evening in bed, Lynn taking two loads in her pussy and another one in her mouth. I spent the night in her bed, waking early to go home and change before heading back to work. The next few nights were a repeat performance, we'd spend most of the time eating, fucking and sleeping, though not necessarily in that order. 

We didn't meet on Friday night, as I had to pull a late shift with some out of hours work, but we had made plans to meet up on Saturday afternoon. On Saturday, I arrived at Lynn's and she opened the door, wearing nothing but a short red skirt and white t-shirt, greeting me with a big kiss and a cuddle. "I missed you last night," she said, dragging me to the settee, unzipping my trousers dropping them to the floor before taking my cock into her mouth as she sucked on me. 

"I missed you too," I said, taken aback by the speed at which she launched herself on me. I'd only been in the house for 30 seconds and she already had my cock stuffed in her mouth. Just then the doorbell rang, "Fuck," I said, "good timing."

"You stay there," she said, "I'll be back in a second." Lynn left to answer the door, I heard voices then footsteps returning. Lynn was barefoot, but I could hear heels on the wooden floor. I then realised I was naked from the waist down but didn't have time to cover myself as Lynn walked back into the room followed by Claire.

"Hi," said Claire, "I've got a couple of hours spare this afternoon before I have to pick Isabel up from dance class. Is that for me?" she asked looking at my hard cock on display.

Lynn laughed, "I think we can share it for a while. What do you say?"

Claire walked over to me and opened her mouth, taking me deep inside before lifting off again. She was wearing a smart pair of black heels, with a pair of black lycra leggings that stopped at mid calve and a low cut top that showed her ample cleavage off as she bent over me. "Hmm I can't taste pussy juice, so I guess you've not fucked yet?"

"Not yet, but it won't be long though will it." I said.

"About 30 seconds," said Lynn lifting her t-shirt over her head as she walked out of the room. We followed Lynn into the bedroom, she was naked before she reached the bed and lay down on it, running her fingers through her wet pussy lips. I removed the rest of my clothing and climbed on top of Lynn, kissing her deeply as my cock sunk into her wet pussy, Lynn wrapping her legs around my waist holding me deep inside her.

Claire sat on the edge of the bed and watched us fuck for a few minutes. "Are you just going to watch?" asked Lynn.

Claire smiled, "no, I'm just giving you two lovebirds a few minutes together." We continued to fuck for a while with Claire watching, us and occasionally running her hands over both of us.

"Claire my dear," said Lynn, "I think you are wearing too many clothes." Claire smiled and kicked off her shoes, then undid the buttons on her top, peeling it from her body, dropping it onto the floor. She then pulled her leggings down her legs and off her feet. "Still too many," said Lynn. Reaching behind her she unsnapped her bra, letting it fall from her body then climbed onto the bed, kissing Lynn and then me, before lying next to us watching us slowly fuck. 

I took a breather and rolled off Lynn and lay between the two girls. Claire held my cock and stroked me slowly, Lynn watched for a while before straddling me, lining up my cock with her pussy again and dropping down taking me deep inside her while resting her hands on my chest and starting a slow fucking movement. Lynn continued to ride me as I felt an oncoming orgasm approach me. I pulled her down onto me, kissing her hard as I filled her pussy with my come, grunting and forcing myself deep inside her as I came. Lynn lay on top of me for a few minutes before rolling off me. Claire moved to my cock, licking up the stray sperm mixed with Lynn's juices. "Hmm, that tastes nice." she said.

"Plenty more where that came from," said Lynn, pushing Claire backwards and placing her sloppy pussy over her face. Claire went for it, diving into her pussy, seeking out the sperm trapped inside her. 

"You like doing that don't you?" I asked Claire.

"Yes, I've never done it before, but I think I'm hooked on the taste now."

"Well you're welcome to do it anytime you want. No offense Jim, but she's a better fanny licker than you." Lynn laughed.

"Well after that insult I'll just have to take my cock elsewhere." I laughed.

"Don't you dare," said Lynn, playing with my cock. "I think we should give Claire some attention now. What do you think?"

"That sounds like a plan," I said.

Lynn laid Claire on her back and I lay on top of Claire resting my body on hers, kissing her deeply. She was extremely turned on, my soft cock rubbing against her still panty covered pussy. Lynn moved up and kissed Claire as I moved down her body taking each of her boobs in my mouth before continuing down her body. I stopped at her pussy, breathing on her through her panties, teasing her pussy at the edges of her panties and using my tongue to stimulate her pussy further. She reached down and pulled them to one side, allowing me access to her bare and soaked pussy, moaning loudly as my tongue worked its way between her lips and into her as far it I could. I ate her for a while, as Lynn alternated between kissing her and sucking her boobs. 




After the Party



Claire reached down and guided me back up her body and rolling me off to the side. Lynn lay on top of Claire in the 69 position again and tenderly kissed and played with each other's pussies. My cock was hard again, so I moved behind Lynn and pushed myself back inside her. Claire watched me sliding in and out of her pussy just above her nose, my balls dragging over her forehead on each entry. I pulled out of Lynn and Claire took me into her mouth for a few seconds before lining me back up with Lynn's pussy. We continued to do this for a while, before Lynn reached back and aimed my wet cock at her arse, Claire watching closely as the head of my cock slowly worked its way inside Lynn. 

Lynn was grunting below me, trying to relax her muscles and accept the intruder. Claire continued to push three fingers into Lynn's pussy and licking her clit, helping her to relax. Entry was difficult, due to the lack of lubrication but Claire fixed this by taking my cock back into her mouth while she pushed one then two of her pussy soaked fingers into Lynn's arse, before aiming my cock back and getting me to try again. The extra lubrication helped as the head popped inside quite easily, both of us moaning at the tightness of her arse. I held still for a while letting her adjust to the size then when she was ready she pushed back a little letting me know I could proceed. I pushed lightly, feeling her arse open up allowing me deeper entry.

"Oh god, " Lynn cried pushing back slowly, grunting loudly as she fully impaled herself on me.

"Fuck that's tight. You feel so tight." I said. Lynn moved slowly, pulling off me then taking me all the way back in again. She was picking up speed, so I started a slow fucking motion allowing her to hold still. The sensations were getting too much for me so I slowed my movements. "I'm getting close. Your arse feels incredible, you're making me come. Oh shit, here I come." I said.

"Yes, come inside my arse. Oh God, yes, come inside me now." she grunted, moving quickly on my cock, while Claire continued to finger and lick her pussy below us. I blasted my load inside her keeping my cock deep inside. I pulled out with a loud wet sucking noise. Lynn rolled over onto her back and farted, the excess air I pushed inside her escaping when she moved. I left the room too clean my cock, leaving the two girls lying on the bed. I returned and climbed between the two of them and we all dozed for a while, recovering from our exertions.

Lynn woke a little later and left the room to get us some drinks. We all woke when she returned and we chatted for a while. Both Lynn and Claire were snuggled up to me, their hands toying with my cock, until the inevitable happed. I got hard again.

Lynn mounted me quickly, her wet pussy allowing me to slide inside her easily. Claire watched us for a while, before standing above us and sitting on my chest facing Lynn, her panty covered arse just inches from my chin. Lynn tired after a while and lifted off me, lying next to us stroking my cock. Claire turned around and moved down me slightly feeling my cock touch her panty covered pussy. "Hmm," she moaned, "that feels nice."

Sitting up she moved further down and held my upright cock against the length of her pussy, pressing it hard into the front of her panties, moving around slowly feeling my hardness against her most sacred area. Lynn pulled Claire's panties to one side allowing my cock to touch her bare pussy. Claire gasped and stopped moving, she pushed my cock hard against herself then lifted herself up slightly as Lynn pressed my cock harder against her pussy. "Oh god," Claire cried, as the head of my cock found her entrance. We all stopped moving and watched as Claire was fighting some internal battle with herself over what to do next. 

Claire lifted off me and got off the bed, having obviously made her mind up on what to do next. We watched her as she stood there a few seconds before she smiled and rolled her panties down her legs. "Bet you thought I was going didn't you."

"Yes, the thought had crossed my mind." I said.

Claire stepped out of her panties then reached for her bag pulling out a new pair of white hold up stockings. She put them on then pushed her feet into her heels. She looked at us as we wondered what she was doing. "I prefer to fuck in stockings and heels," she said climbing back onto the bed and standing above me her heels on either side of me as she squatted down over my cock. Lynn held my cock high as Claire positioned herself above me, looking down at the cock that she was about to slide inside her married pussy. Her hot pussy touched the head of my cock and she opened easily as she lowered herself down slightly taking the head inside her. Claire lowered herself down slowly, my cock sliding easily into her tight pussy. A broad smile appeared on her face as she felt her pussy stretch open and push into the depths of her sacred area. 

"You're a very naughty girl," I said, "a married woman willingly fucking another cock, and you came prepared didn't you."

"Yes, I know I am," she said, relaxing her legs sinking the last of my cock inside her, "but I couldn't resist it any longer. I came prepared but wasn't sure if I would go ahead with it, or whether I would get the chance." She then started to ride me fast, using her legs to start a powerful movement. 

"Fuck, that feels good," I said, holding her hips as she bounced hard on me. Claire slowed her movements and sat down on my cock, resting her legs at the side of me. Lynn moved behind Claire and wrapped her arms around her body, holding onto Claire's boobs and tweaking her nipples, causing her to twitch. Claire rolled off me and lay on her back, holding her legs wide open. Lynn took my cock into her mouth, sucking off the juices, before pushing me over towards Claire, "Your turn to do some work," she smiled.

I rolled on top of Claire and inserted myself back into her, as she wrapped her legs around me and we kissed passionately. "Fuck me slowly, I want to make this last." We fucked for a while, Claire's pussy leaking plenty of juice around my cock, each thrust producing loud wet sucking sounds. I was nowhere near coming, even with the thought in my mind that I was fucking a married women, one that I had lusted over for a few years now.

After a while I sat back up, taking a break. Claire rolled over onto her front looking back at me spreading her legs as wide as she could. Lynn lay next to Claire in the same position and waved her bent legs at me. 

"Choices, choices." I said, "which one do I fuck."

"Me," they both said together.

I moved behind Lynn and straddled her legs pushing my cock between her legs, finding her wet pussy and sliding in. Lynn moaned as I entered her a few times, before pulling out and moving back to Claire. I adopted the same position behind her and fucked her for a minute or so, before moving back to Lynn again. I switched between them for a while, before the girls eventually changed positions. Lynn rolled over and Claire jumped on top of her, they kissed for a while, before Claire turned around lowering her pussy to Lynn's face again. Claire pointed to Lynn's pussy, signalling that she wanted to see me fuck Lynn again. Lynn moaned as I entered her again.

I lay back on the bed as the girls lay on either side of me, Claire holding and stroking my cock noticing the time on her watch, "Fuck is that the time already, I'll have to be going soon," she said. "Time for one more fuck though before I go."

Claire climbed on top of me and easily slid me back inside her and started a slow rocking motion. I held onto her boobs and tweaked her nipples, while Lynn moved behind her kissing the back of her neck. Claire moaned at the kiss, "yes, that feels good, keep doing that," she said to Lynn. Claire looked at her watch, "I need to get going, "she moaned, "I don't want to be late."

"You can't leave him like that," said Lynn, "We need to make him come before you go, why don't you go home with a load of come sliding down your throat?" Claire moaned loudly at the thought of me coming in her mouth and speeded up her movements before getting off me and walking over to the chair in the corner of the room. "Sit on here," she said to me.

I sat on the chair and Claire turned around and reversed her body into me, pushing my cock deep inside her again. Resting her hands on my knees she could start a powerful and fast fucking motion, taking me deep inside her time and time again. She was groaning and moaning loudly as she repeatedly pounded herself on my cock, urgently trying to make me come as she was now late for picking up her daughter. I held onto her hips watching her arse rise and fall in my lap, her pussy red and wet, stretched around my cock. She then stopped and turned around taking my cock into her mouth as Lynn sat on the floor next to her. Claire blew me for a few seconds before she stood up and climbed back onto my lap taking me inside her again. "Kiss my neck again please Lynn," she said guiding my hands back to her tits as she slowly rode me again.

Lynn kissed her neck as I sat up and kissed her on the lips and face, her lower body riding me slowly taking me deep inside her. Lynn then moved a finger down her back to her arse and ran a finger over her pucker rear hole, before slowly pushing it inside her. Claire gasped as she felt her arse being invaded by one and then two fingers. She ground her body down on my cock and Lynn's fingers, trying to get them deeper inside her. 

"I need to go. Please come for me, " Claire said, her pussy squeezing my cock as I felt Lynn's fingers in her arse on my cock. 

"Oh fuck, I can feel the fingers in your arse. I'm going to come," I said. Claire groaned, knowing I was about to come inside her married pussy. She knew it was wrong but she wanted it all the same.

"Yes, come inside my pussy, think off all those times we flirted together over the years. You wanted to fuck me then didn't you?"

"Yes, I've wanted to fuck you for years. I can't believe we are actually doing it now."

"I wanted to fuck you to," she said, "but now I want you to come inside me. Would you like that?"

"Oh fuck," I said holding her tight against me as my cock swelled for one final time.

"Yes, that's it fill my pussy with your come. I want to feel it running out of me as I drive home. Oh god, I need it. Please come inside me. Next time it want you to come in my arse as well."

That did it for me, the thought of her going home with a pussy full of my come and the promise of fucking her arse next time took me over the edge. I felt Lynn hold onto my balls as they contracted sending the come deep into Claire's pussy as we kissed hard.

"That was so fucking hot," said Lynn. "I can't wait for next time."



After the Party



Sometimes we come across a situation that's too good to pass up.  Sometimes our hottest dreams DO come true.

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After the Party



We're back home and finally alone after some dressy affair. You had gotten dressed up into a gown, and I had put on something appropriate. It's late when we get back, so I empty my pockets in the hallway and we walk straight through the house to get to the bedroom. Before I get to the nightstand and turn on the light, you make a small noise and I stop, turning to face you. The light coming in from the hallway behind you hides your features as you get closer. I notice your bare shoulders, not remembering when you took your jacket off, but now you're standing facing me, smiling, with your hair hanging down loose ...

I take a step toward you and I don't see a yawn or the sense of being tired that you hinted at before we left the party; I see the smile you make when you like to play and have fun. I smile back and I lightly toss my jacket on the chair near the door before moving up to you.

My hands go to your waist, resting comfortably, and I look into your eyes, telling you how beautiful I think you are, how wonderful you were that evening and how I was the luckiest guy there because you were with me. You blush slightly and then I smile and lean in, kissing you.

You return the kiss, tasting my lips against yours, and your hands wander. Your fingertips brush over my shirt and around the top of my slacks, undoing the buttons on both as you go.

I lean back enough to glance down before looking back at you and smiling again, wider. You finish undoing the buttons of my shirt, and you tug up on the bottom of it, pulling it out of my pants. Once you get it free, then you push it back off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

The buttons on my pants aren't enough, and you finish pulling the front open after loosening up the belt. You spread the front open and then push your hand inside, over my underwear ... rubbing against my cock as you feel it get stiffer.

You grin, and then you move us around until my legs are bumped up against the mattress. You tell me to lie back, and I first sit, then move back over the bed until I am completely on the bedspread, lying down, just putting my elbows on the bed so I can keep my head up and watch.

You tug on my pants, getting them down my body and off my legs, then you pull them entirely free. You repeat the action, this time pulling my underwear off - each time, carelessly dropping the clothes to the ground behind you. As your fingers let go of my underwear, you look up at me and then sit on the bed, resting on your side as you lower your mouth. At first you just use your tongue to lick, but then you put your lips around me, tasting, playing, teasing. When you hear me moaning, you take me completely into you and I gasp loudly. I'm barely able to focus enough to hold your hair back as you suck, lick me ...

Each movement of your head, each time you take me into you, you hear me sigh in pleasure. You can barely feel my hips lift ... and I tense in pleasure each time. After what might have been 60 seconds and might have been 60 minutes, you start to use your hands and, impossibly, it feels even better. I gasp, crying out your name as you suck ... and then you feel it as I suddenly tense up more. My legs tighten up, my body gets stiffer and I barely have time to warn you, telling you 'I'm coming' before it happens, and you suck hard one final time, taking me completely into you, and you swallow as I explode into your mouth.

Gasping, my hand drifts away from your hair, letting it drop back down around your shoulders. You lift up and smile and then your body is right next to mine, over, resting on me ... and your lips are hard against mine, pressing, needing me.

My brain struggles for a moment to focus and then my eyes clear up. You can see me really look at you again and my smile gets wider as you lift up, pulling off of me and you sit up on the bed. I sit up as well, then I slide, moving all the way to the foot of the bed. Looking down for a moment, I put my feet on the floor and then stand up, my hands out to you.

You raise an eyebrow, watching, but you extend a hand to me and follow me up and onto your feet. You follow my movements with your eyes as I walk around behind you, my hand brushing over your body. It's my turn to be teasing and tempting. My fingertips caress your skin and I stop when I'm completely behind you. I wrap my arms around you, under your breasts, holding you to me. After the first squeeze, I relax a little, giving me enough freedom of movement to kiss your collarbone. Then the back of your neck. My lips continue moving down over your shoulders. My hands pull back to your sides, holding you loosely and I can feel how tense you are. Stepping back, I slide my hands up your back and to the top of the zipper. I pull the tab down, releasing you from the fabric, letting it fall ...

You shrug a little, shift your body, and I watch as the dress slides a little. Then I help it along, my fingers moving along the top as I push, pressing carefully ... then pull it down to the point where you can step out of it. One leg, then the other, your hand on my shoulder for balance. Then I set it carefully to the side and I move back behind you. You're watching as I step back, waiting for the inevitable (and guaranteed) reaction when I see the fun, frilly underwear that you wore to surprise me. I know you don't like to wear lingerie, but you know that I like it when you wear anything that's playful.

Before turning back straight, you let your eyes drop and you see that it won't be long and "the reaction" has already started. Trying to hide the smile, you straighten and look back in the original direction you were facing. With a couple of steps, I walk back to you, this time stopping in front of you. My hands reach out, touching your skin, then I start to caress you softly, pressing against you as my fingers move. I lean forward at first, then step closer, letting me kiss you, letting my tongue play against yours before pulling back and teasing all over your bare skin. I kiss your chin, your neck ... my tongue flickers against the skin at your shoulder before I start to kiss down your chest. Now I can hear the faint moans of pleasure as your body begins to feel overwhelmed and when I press firmly against your panties, I can hear you gasp.

You get into the feeling and almost start to grind against my hand and suddenly, you realize that you need to sit down - or at least get off of your legs. You make for the bed, but before I let you sit down, I squeeze your ass enough to get you to stop moving. The sudden pressure stops you from finishing the step, and I take advantage of the moment to slide my finger inside the top of your panties and pull them down, kissing your back, then kneeling as your underwear moves farther down your legs and over your knees, finally down to your ankles and off. At that point, I'm finally on my knees just behind your side.

I look up again and our eyes meet. I smile nicely, giving my consent and you finish turning and moving back against the bed, resting with your legs spread. You pull yourself up the mattress, sliding your ass against the blanket, pulling with your arms as your feet come off the floor and end up just over the edge of the bed. I crawl up after you, moving between your legs and resting my body between them on the bedcover. As you stop moving, I slide my hands under your legs and up each of your sides.

You stretch out, breathing in deeply and then letting your arms fall to the mattress. It's been too long and you're getting worked up just thinking about what I'm about to do. When I first put my tongue at your lips, you gasp again, quietly and then sigh as my tongue slides into you. Slow, even movements at first - each time, licking inside, then up and teasing your clit before pulling back and starting over. There's a little variation, but not too much and you can feel yourself starting to ride the wave. As you start to squirm, my hands move from your sides to over your hips and they press down, keeping you from moving too far ... and then as the pressure mounts, I have to actually push down with one hand ... not that you notice, because I put my other hand just above your button and I start to rub. The added pressure plus my tongue moving in and out of you and you don't know how much longer you can hold on. Your hands move to my scalp, your fingernails almost biting into my skin. On any other day, and you wouldn't think about it - but now, you're almost scratching as you squeeze and pull ... and suddenly, you can't think straight anymore. You scream, letting it all out at once.

My hands move back to your sides now, and I'm not sliding my tongue into you. Instead, I'm teasing, moving over, around ... flicking into you only for a moment. Eventually, I just lean back and wait, my arms still under your legs, my hands resting comfortably, holding gently onto your sides. I know that you're always a touch sensitive afterwards, so I don't push it. After a few minutes, you look around, and then down at me, smiling. Your hands, previously just resting on the bedspread start to move. With one hand, you reach for me to pull and you lift yourself up onto your other elbow.

I move up and over you, smiling at you in the dim light. You can feel the bed shift as my hands rest on the mattress above either of your shoulders, my knees set to either side of your hips. You take your free hand and put it on my neck, pulling me to you and we kiss, teasing at first, then stronger, more passionately, and then you let go and I can feel your hand moving between us, down to my cock again.

Your fingers touch it, and when you realize I'm already hard again, they wrap around and squeeze gently. "Well ..?" you ask with a smile.

I grin and kiss you again, pressing you against the bed. I reach down with one hand and rub it against your pussy, feeling how wet you are and when you let go and take your hand away, I guide the head of my shaft between your lips, then slowly inside you ... still maintaining the kiss and feeling you moan into me.

I put my hand back near your shoulder and lift my head up and watch you. You've gotten used to how I like to watch and slowly I begin to slide in and out of you. Filling you up, moving all the way in ... then pulling back. Each time, moving slowly, surely ... but also confidently, consistently, over and over again ...

You lift your legs up, wanting to spread them apart - and I stop moving long enough to move my legs between yours. After a moment of distraction and a giggle or two, you glance back down, your eyes serious again. This time, I begin to slide into you faster. Shallow, fast movements - but now that your legs are free, you spread them apart, wrapping your feet around my legs and pulling, clenching ... you squeeze my dick with your pussy each time, and you can see that I'm getting close too.

Each movement feels like it's the one 'just before', and your hands are digging into my back now, holding, pulling me down ... my lips touching your shoulder and then teasing your breast before I lift up enough to kiss you, to see into your eyes.

Faster. Harder against you, into you. Again.

And then suddenly, your hands clench against my shoulder blades and I gasp - you feel my back clench, but you can also feel me push hard into you that last time, swelling, then exploding inside you ... cumming into you.

And as if on cue, you ride it into your own orgasm. I can barely move as each of your limbs locks around me. Rather than fight it, I wait for the moment to pass and I slowly lower myself against you, resting, breathing hard at first and then slowly it comes easier, calmer.

You open your eyes, looking up at me and smiling. I catch the shift in your body and I look back at you, our eyes meeting. I say quietly, but earnestly, "I love you" and I smile - the whole-body, deep in the eyes kind of smile. Comfortable, relaxed, enjoying the moment ... you fold your arm, letting your fingers touch, play in my hair and you smile back. Your look floats around my head, taking in my eyes, my hair, my body ... and then you look back at me and smile - not the playful smile from before, but your own relaxed and contented smile. "I love you too," you say, and you kiss me gently before lying your head back.

At one point, I grab a corner of the blanket and pull it over our legs ... and the contentment and warmth stays with us until after we fall asleep.



After the Party



An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All persons depicted are 18 or older. It's all pretend, folks. 

Before

"Honey, have you seen my cufflinks?" 

John heard his father's voice drift down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the teenager stood staring at the contents of the fridge, clad in a plain T-shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants. His parents were getting ready for a Halloween party at his father's firm. It was some big swanky to-do, and his parents had gone all out. 

John himself was just out of the shower, after returning home from practice. Now he was hungry, and with his parents going out, he was on his own for dinner. He was looking forward to a night at home without them. His girl Lucy would be coming over as soon as they were gone, and John was looking forward to some quality one on one time with her. She had the biggest tits and the juiciest pussy on the cheerleading squad. And John would know, having sampled them all. 

"They're on the dresser, dear!" John's mother Yvette called up to her husband. She was already in costume, mostly, and had made her way down to the first floor of the house. She padded into the kitchen on stocking feet. "John, close the refrigerator door."

"I'm looking," John said peevishly. He looked up crossly, annoyed, but whatever he was going to say next died on his lips. The door to the refrigerator swung closed, as John's hand had gone limp, while another part of his anatomy began to harden involuntarily. 

Yvette was a tall, statuesque woman of considerable beauty, blessed with substantial womanly charms. Her long red hair, slightly curled and normally reaching down to the middle of her back, had been coiled up and pinned beneath a frilly white cap. Her pale blue eyes and mouth were accented with a rich maroon color, the makeup gleaming wetly on her full lips, while her high cheekbones had been subtly accented with a warm blush. 

Around her throat was a black choker, embossed with a small white cameo. The neckline of her black dress plunged daringly, revealing almost the entirety of Yvette's prodigious chest. Her large, softly rounded breasts shivered with each breath she took. The cups were decorated with a fringe of white lace that was worked into the front of the dress and flared out on the short, wide skirt into an apron. The white sleeves poofed out, outlining her slim, muscular arms. More lace bunched at the edge of the skirt, which reached barely to mid-thigh, and more lace seemed to be placed under the skirt, just barely concealing what lay beneath. Yvette's smooth thighs were bare, but she wore a pair of white fishnet stockings that reached just to the bottoms of her thighs, each one tied with a cute black ribbon. She held a feather duster and a pair of black stiletto pumps in one hand, and her jewelry in the other. 

John had secretly, and occasionally not so secretly, lusted after his luscious mother since puberty. A host of horrible, sinful thoughts stampeded through his mind as he drank in the sight of her in the little French maid costume. 

Yvette arched an eyebrow, noting her son's reaction to her. Not just the slackjawed expression or the flush that blossomed on his cheeks, but also the hardening of his member beneath the loose confines of his sweats. Yvette felt a prick of heat low in her belly. She allowed herself a secret smile, delighted with herself that she still "had it," enough to arouse a teenage boy, even if it was her own son. 

She expected his father to appreciate all the work she had gone to in order to look this delectable for his silly party, and she was looking forward to coming home and having her brains fucked out by him. It had been some time since they had last had sex, fulfilling sex, and Yvette wanted to ensure her husband would be ready, willing, and able to perform his husbandly duties after the party. Of course, if there was time and opportunity during the party, she wasn't opposed to that, either. 

Yvette placed her shoes and prop on the kitchen island, and the clap of the materials on the countertop seemed to awaken John. He flinched, turned even redder, and offered a lame smile to Yvette. "You look utterly fabulous, Mom," he stammered. 

With a smile, Yvette managed a little curtsy. "Thank you, dear." She began to put her earrings in, long dangling silver things with amethysts and a bit of sparkle. "There's cold chicken from last night. You can reheat that in the micro or the oven, and I think there's some rice, maybe some noodles."

"What?" John looked at her blankly. "Oh, right, food. Thanks, Mom. Yeah, chicken sounds good." He looked momentarily confused, then returned to the fridge, and pulled the door open. Yvette couldn't help but admire his backside. Her son was becoming a man. A tall, muscular, handsome man with a beautiful butt. There was that prick of heat again. Yvette chose to ignore it. 

While John busied making himself a meal, Yvette went to check on her husband, and found him coming down the stairs, tying his tie, slicking his hair back, and trying to jam the vampire teeth into his mouth, all at once. Joseph was a smart man, handsome, occasionally virile, and an excellent provider, but he was also more than a little scatterbrained. Yvette stepped forward to give him a hand. 

As she straightened his tie, Joseph cast an admiring glance at his wife's impressive cleavage. "Did John see you in that?" he asked, stupidly, instead of simply complimenting her. 

"Yes," Yvette said. "Why?"

"What did he say?"

Yvette smirked. "He could barely say anything." Not exactly true, but she wasn't going to fish for compliments from her husband by relaying her son's. 

Joseph smiled broadly, lecherously. "You're going to knock 'em dead, tonight, babe. No one at this party is going to look half as ravishingly as you."

That was better, Yvette decided. She placed a chaste kiss on her husband's lips, not wanting to muss her lipstick, but surreptitiously cupped the growing bulge at his crotch. He reacted as if stung, stepping away quickly. "Not with John around," he hissed. So much for "better," Yvette thought. 

She sauntered back into the kitchen to put on her shoes while her husband went into the hall closet to get their coats. Yvette tried not to notice the sidelong glances John gave her as she sat down at the kitchen table and slid her shoes over her dainty feet. Feeling wicked, she leaned over, giving John a perfect look at the huge tanks barely restrained by the top of her dress. She heard a sharp intake of breath, but studiously avoided looking at him while she took her time with her footwear. 

When she heard the clump clump of her husband's approach, she straightened, and pretended not to notice John adjusting himself. 

"All set?" Joseph asked from the doorway to the hall, coats in hand. 

"Yes, dear," Yvette said. Smoothly she rose, taking a moment to test her balance on the sexy but precarious shoes. Her feet would be killing her by night's end, but she knew it would be worth it. Yvette scooped up her featherduster, then turned to John. She gave him a quick kiss on his red cheek. "No parties tonight," she warned. "Your father and I will be home late, and I expect everything to be fine when we get back."

John nodded. "Have fun, you two."

Joseph held Yvette's coat for her as she slipped inside, and while she left for the front door, he smiled at his son. "Who you bringing over tonight?" he asked conspiratorially. 

John smirked. "Lucy."

Joseph gave him a chuck on the arm and a wink. "Just remember to be careful, kiddo. Have fun -- we'll be back plenty late, okay?"

John waved to his father as he left, and turned back to the plate of food he was making. He'd just as soon send Lucy with his father and keep his mother home with him, but he knew the likelihood of that happening. 

While his food heated in the micro, John picked up his cell phone and dialed Lucy.

After

Yvette guided her husband's Lexus into the driveway behind her own car. She was fuming, a mix of marital anger and sexual frustration, and almost missed the small red Jetta parked on the street in front of the house. She glanced at her drunk husband in the passenger seat, head thrown back, eyes glassy, slackjawed and sloppy. 

The party had been a disaster from the get-go. Joseph had left her with the other partners' wives and gone straight to the bar. Cigars came out. A variety of alcoholic drinks were hammered home, as the men tried to outdo one another, drinking more and more. Joseph had been quite the drinker back in college, but that was a long time ago, and he quickly became inebriated. Extremely inebriated. 

Meanwhile, all the brittle, overly tanned, disgustingly thin wives, the scars of their various plastic surgeries invisible yet no less obvious, could barely stand Yvette and her natural, unaffected beauty and curves. While Yvette struggled to keep a civil tongue while defending herself, her husband became stumbling and then falling down drunk. Yvette was actually tempted to give in to Steve Baxter's clumsy pass, but Joseph lurched over to them in mid-conversation and accosted Steve. There would have been a scene, with untold repercussions for her husband's career, if she hadn't at that moment dragged him out of the party. 

Total elapsed time: three hours. 

The night was a total waste. All the primping and plucking and shaving and painting, slipping into the sexiest outfit she had ever worn; all of it completely wasted. Ignored, taken for granted, and passed over by her own husband. Again. Yvette was furious. 

She parked the car, grabbed her shoes off Joseph's lap, and leapt out into the driveway, leaving her semi-conscious husband in the car for the moment. The ground was cold, but her arches were killing her. She hurried across the driveway to the back door, finding it unlocked. She would have to yell at her son as well, it seemed. Yvette let herself into the house and quietly shut the door behind her. She was about to flip on a light and call to John, have him fetch his father, when she heard a curious noise. 

Yvette paused. Still clutching her shoes, she slid her way across the kitchen tile in her stocking feet. There it was again. It sounded like some kind of moan. But not a bad moan, not a pain moan. A pleasure moan? And it sounded like John's voice...

Yvette crept down the hall. The hall was darkened as well, and it looked as if the only light in the house came from the living room, where the sound was coming from. Another moan, and then a kind of liquid sound. Yvette felt a stab of heat in her loins. She knew what she would see if she crept forward. She knew she should retrace her steps, perhaps close the back door more loudly, and call to her son.

Instead, she moved forward. Just enough to see around the corner of the doorway into the living room. And hopefully not be seen. 

Instantly Yvette's temperature rose several degrees. She stifled a sharp gasp. She felt the folds of her pussy moisten and begin to part. Her teeth and then her tongue massaged her lower lip, and she knew that her hardened nipples had nothing to do with the cold air outside.

Her son John sat spread out on the couch, his t-shirt pulled up to his pecs, revealing his six pack abs. A pair of jeans and boxers lay pooled around his ankles, and a truly enormous and beautiful rock hard cock erupted from between his legs. A crinkle of brown hair at the base, a tower of pale flesh, and an angry purple head as thick as a plum. She couldn't see his balls, but she knew instinctively that they would be just as masculine and virile and perfect as the rest of him. 

Kneeling between his legs was a young woman with a wild shock of red hair, an explosion of freckles across her small nose, and full red lips that were even now kissing and caressing John's cock. The girl wore a blue halter top, pulled down around her waist, and a short white skirt equally bunched up around her waist. Her large, braless tits swung free, capped by tiny pink nipples that grazed John's thighs as she devoured him. 

The girl's lips were stained with John's precum, while strings of her saliva slid down his length. John's head was thrown back, his mouth releasing occasional moans, while the girl's attention was entirely upon the massive tool in her hands and straining her lips. Neither of them saw Yvette. 

The frustrated mother had to fight the urge to lift her skirt and apron and plunge a hand into her suddenly soaked panties. 

The girl's hands slid up and down John's amazing cock as her tongue teased his cockhead. She looked up briefly into John's lust contorted face, and smiled that secret smile that all women do when they are pleasing their man. 

Another moment, and Yvette would so something inappropriate. The surge of jealousy that came as the girl smiled should have shocked her, but she was past shocking herself at that point. Wordlessly, she backed away, back down the hallway into the dark kitchen. Yvette's hands opened and closed, making frustrated fists. Her pussy lips tightened of their own volition, hungry for cock. She bit her lip, mastered herself momentarily, and thought quickly. 

Part of her, the part ashamed at what she had seen and how long she had watched and how consumed by lust her viewing made her, wanted to let them finish. To sneak away. But she had no escape; just a drunk husband in the car, one too far gone to even take to an all night diner and sober up with coffee. 

Another part of her, the jealous, lustful, sex-deprived part of her, wanted to stop them. To storm into the room, push the tart out of the way, and show her how to really suck a cock. 

Yvette found a way to compromise. To be somewhat responsible, but also to satisfy the unnatural feelings that were now heating her nether regions. She opened the back door and loudly closed it. "John!" she called, surprised that her voice did not shake. Yvette flipped the kitchen light on, then slipped her feet in her shoes. "John!" she called again, louder this time. 

From the living room: "Oh shit!" "They're home already!" "Get dressed!" all spoken quietly, but urgently. If Yvette wasn't straining to hear, she might have missed it. 

"I need some help with your father, John" Yvette added loudly. She slowly began to cross the kitchen once more, divesting herself of her coat as she went. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked down the hall. "Where are you, John?"

"Uh, in here Mom," he said. She followed his voice to the living room. John and the girl had quickly got themselves together, but they looked disheveled, and even if Yvette hadn't witnessed the blowjob, she would have been able to guess what was going on. The girl's lipstick was smeared, her tits engorged and straining against the halter top, and John stood awkwardly, a massive bulge straining his jeans. 

"Oh there you are," Yvette said sweetly. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No, of course not," John said quickly. "Mom, Lucy. Lucy, Mom. Lucy was just leaving."

Lucy's look shot daggers at John, but the boy didn't notice, or pretended not to notice. The girl turned her attention to John's mother, looking keenly at Yvette in her costume, and the daggers found a new target. Lucy allowed herself to be ushered to the front door, and with her sweater in hand, was unceremoniously shoved out on the porch. Yvette took several deep breaths as Lucy exited her home, and neither John nor Lucy attempted to hide the fact that they were eyeing Yvette's cleavage as her massive tits rolled around in their cups. 

It was at this point that Yvette's subconscious allowed her conscious mind to realize certain general characteristics that she and Lucy shared. 

"Sorry about that, Mom," John said. "I didn't realize you and dad would be home so early." He paused, looking over Yvette's shoulder. "Where is dad?"

Yvette allowed herself to sigh, which she knew did things to certain portions of her anatomy. In her heels, she could look John in the eye, but his eyes were nowhere near hers. She smiled inwardly, that heat flickering to dangerous life deep within her belly. "Your father is passed out drunk in the car."

"Oh."

"Would you go get him, and bring him up to the bedroom?"

"Yeah, sure, of course Mom." John headed down the hallway towards the kitchen and the back door, but paused. He looked back at Yvette. "You okay?"

He was such a sweet boy, Yvette thought. For some reason, that only fanned the flames. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 

Yvette heard the back door slam; John always did that, no matter how many times she told him not to. She stepped into the living room, noting the drawn curtains, the pillow on the floor by the foot of the couch and... what looked like something dripped on the surface of the couch. Yvette heard the back door open, and the sounds of John wrestling with his drunken father into the house, up the back stair to the second floor. 

Yvette placed a finger on the drip mark. It was still warm, and whatever it was came off on her fingertip. She brought the finger to her lips. Salty and sweet. Her whole body shuddered. She felt her moist pussy lips tighten, the nubbin of her clit rubbing against the stained surface of her panties. Precum. From her son's cock. Oh, you naughty girl, Yvette. 

John's thunderous footsteps hammered the front stair. He appeared in the doorway to the living room. "Dad's unconscious. I, uh, laid him on his side." 

John's eyes narrowed, examining his mother. "Are you sure you're okay, Mom?"

"Yes, I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"I dunno. You just look a little flushed."

Yvette giggled. Actually giggled, like a silly teenaged girl. She couldn't believe it. Somewhere, deep in her mind, the voice of a forty year old mother told her to act her age, take a shower, go to bed. But she knew she wasn't going to do any of those things. 

"I'm fine dear," Yvette said again. "I'm just a little mad at your father."

"I'll bet. What happened?" Yvette arched an eyebrow. John frowned. "Yeah, right, pretty obvious I guess." He looked at her again, and his eyes lingered on her cleavage. "Are you going to check on Dad, or, or, um, change or anything?"

Yvette smiled. "Your father can wait." She smoothed the back of her skirt and sat down on the couch. "Do you... want me to change?"

John paled visibly, but shook his head. 

"Then I guess I'll stay in costume, for a little while." Yvette patted the couch cushion next to her. "Come sit by your old mom."

John hesitated for a moment, but sat down. However, he was careful to keep a cushion between them. "You're not old, Mom." 

Yvette smiled. "Thank you sweetie." Yvette patted the cushion next to her again. "Come sit with your mother, baby."

John looked uncertain. His eyes flashed from Yvette's face, gauging her mood, to her breasts, straining against her top. Lust apparently won out. He slid down the couch, closer to her. Instinctively, his left arm stretched out behind her. Yvette took the opportunity to slide closer still, snuggling up under her son's muscular arm. She was careful to make sure her right breast pressed into his chest. John's body stiffened, but he did not pull away. Yvette let a hand fall casually against his jean-clad thigh. 

They sat there for a little while, not saying anything. Yvette enjoyed the feel of her son's arm around her, the strength in the thigh beneath her hand, and the warm, wet, gooey feeling growing in the core of her body. Slowly, she began to run her hand up and down John's thigh, gently kneading his leg. 

John shifted a little and forced a laugh that came out as a squeak. "Are you sure you're okay, Mom?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Yvette said. "So, what were you and Lucy up to when I interrupted?" So bold, an inner voice said. 




After the Party



John flushed. "Oh, y'know, nothing much."

"Were you making out?" Her tone was teasing, but her hand was serious. Yvette allowed her palm to slide down along the inside of John's thigh. Her wrist and little finger nudged up against the hardness between John's legs -- just for a second -- before she swept her hand away again.

John hissed, a sharp intake of breath. But as usual, he couldn't lie to his mother. "Not exactly," he said. His voice shook a little. What the hell is going on? he wondered. He could feel his cock, still wet with Lucy's saliva and his own precoital fluids, beginning to harden as his mother touched him. He hoped his mother didn't notice, and then suddenly the side of her hand was there -- just for a second -- and then gone. She had to have noticed! 

"Oh?" Yvette said. She brought her left hand up to her cleavage and slowly traced her index finger along the prodigious slope of her left breast. Her diamond hard nipples scraped against the cups of her demi-bra. She could barely keep from pouncing on her own son. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts rising and falling quickly, and she felt as if her pussy would squelch if she pushed her legs together. "What 'exactly' were you up to?"

John's eyes followed her finger, as if hypnotized. A mixture of confusion, wonder, and lust passed over his features. 

"She was... she was... um, giving me a blowjob." The words left his mouth in a sort of dazed whisper, but as soon as they were out there, John paled, and his eyes snapped up from Yvette's straining breasts to her eyes, expecting to see anger or horror.

Instead, he saw only sympathy. And something else, something no mother should ever feel for her son. Naked, unbridled passion. 

At John's declaration, Yvette's hand swept up to cup his crotch. Instinctively, John thrust his hips forward, pressing his hardness into his mother's palm. "Oh son, I'm so sorry," Yvette said. "I had no idea! And look, you're still hard, you poor thing."

With her hand still firmly pressed against her son's burgeoning hardness, as if pinning him to the couch, Yvette slowly slid onto the floor, her stocking clad knees settling onto the rug, her body coming to rest between John's spread thighs. 

John watched in sick fascination as she moved, her heavy tits bouncing enticingly with each shift of her body. Yvette's nimble fingers unbuttoned John's jeans and pulled at the zipper. 

"Mom!" John croaked. "What are you doing?"

Yvette smiled. "I ruined your date honey, and I feel terrible about that. What kind of mother would I be if I let you go to bed in this condition?" 

Probably a sane mother, Yvette answered herself silently. But John made no more protest as his zipper rasped and Yvette reached in through the hole in his boxers to fish his raging cock out. It wouldn't come, too tumescent, halfway down his pant leg, and after a frustrating moment, Yvette commanded John. "Up," she said. He stood, awkwardly, and she roughly pulled his pants and underwear down. 

Her son's mighty cock sprang free, swinging upward and narrowly missing her face. As it was, a splatter of precum struck Yvette's cheek. Too far away to lick it off, she left it there. Instead, she gently pushed John back into a sitting position on the couch and closely examined him. 

He was huge, bigger by far than his father, and thick around. Bulging veins decorated the pale hard flesh of his member, and the angry purple head at the top swelled and throbbed and secreted delicious looking fluid. Two huge balls, lightly covered in golden fuzz, hung from his magnificent cock. They were full to the brim with teenage semen, and Yvette determined she would drain them dry.

Yvette's blue eyes widened and she licked her lips. She looked up past his towering cock, into her son's face. He looked stricken, uncertain, as if warring with himself whether to push her away and escape or grab her head and shove his cock home in her throat. 

She took away his need to make a choice. 

Yvette grabbed John's shuddering cock with both hands, one on top of the other, and his cockhead still stood out. He was enormous, mouth-wateringly so, and she wondered if she could even fit him inside her. Well, she thought, I've done it before -- I can do it again. 

Slowly she jacked him with both hands. He moaned and clenched his fists, watching her, slackjawed, wide-eyed. Precum oozed from his cockslit, coating Yvette's fingers, coating his cock. Little wet noises filled the air as she swept her hands up and down his raging hardness, the only other sound John's little gasps and the roaring in Yvette's ears. 

Finally, Yvette could stand it no more. She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and swept her tongue across the roof of her son's cock. Precum squirted into her mouth, sweet and salty, and beneath that the warm hot maleness of his flesh -- her flesh. Her lips parted and subsumed the plum into her mouth, where her teeth and tongue teased him. Licked him, tasted him, kissed him. The agile tip of her tongue toyed with his cockslit, eagerly seeking the delicious precum that was now jetting from his cock, coating her tongue and lips. Yvette lashed him with her tongue, bathed him with her saliva. 

John's hands fell on her head, but he didn't push. He pulled the little white cap off and tossed it away. He pulled the pins binding her hair up and swept his strong young hands through her long red hair, freeing it, flouncing it, creating a cloud around her head. 

Yvette hummed, flicked her tongue across John's cockhead. She released him from the sweet prison of her lips with a pop, still gripping him tightly with both hands. The hot, molten core churning within her demanded she act even naughtier. "Do you like Mommy touching you?" she said. Her voice was hoarse with passion and undisguised need. "Do you like Mommy's mouth on you?"

"Oh yes," John moaned. 

Yvette looked him in the eyes and kissed his cockhead. Where was this coming from? she wondered. She could stop here, she realized. Stop here, flee upstairs, and somehow pretend this hadn't happened. But any further... any further and there would simply be no stopping. This was the Point of No Return. 

"What do you want Mommy to do next?" she said, breathless. She willed her son to understand her, to truly understand what the question meant, even though she couldn't quite bring herself to say the words. 

John threw his head back on the couch cushion. Maybe he did understand. "God, Mom, I don't... but I need..." He paused, took a deep breath, and looked down at her, right in her eyes. "Mommy, will you suck me?"

Yvette's eyes closed as her body suddenly shuddered in a mini-orgasm. Just the words were enough to trigger her. She had always thought her son handsome and attentive, had always been a little jealous of his many girlfriends, but she didn't realize until he said those words just how dark and deeply her own Oedipal cravings went. 

Yvette looked at her son through half lidded eyes. "Oh yes, son. Mommy will suck you. And more." Her hands released John's cock. Her nostrils flared. She opened her mouth and dropped her head. His raging, throbbing monster slid easily between her lips. His cockhead found her throat quickly, too quickly, but she had taken a deep breath and continued. His girth, greater at the base than at the top, stretched her lips wide, but she forced herself downward, until those golden hairs tickled her nose. 

She held him there for seven seconds, sucking on him, nursing on him, her cheeks hollow and flushed from the effort. His cock throbbed and sprayed precum straight down her straining throat. Then he slid back up, releasing him with another pop that sent his cock swinging, weeping saliva and precum. Yvette took a deep breath. 

"Jesus, Mom," John said. 

Yvette grinned for a moment and then devoured him again. Her lips swept up and down his massive tool, fucking him with her mouth. Her tongue and throat caressed him, urging him on. John's fingers wound through the wild tangle of her vibrant hair, and pushed her head downward, forcing more of his meat into her mouth. His hips rose, fucking her mouth as her mouth fucked him, hard and rough and lusty. 

Yvette's hands cupped his heavy balls, gently kneading them, enjoying their weight and virility. She looked up into John's eyes, enjoying the look of pure lust contorting his face, almost as much as she enjoyed the taste and feel of his rampaging cock between her lips. 

Her tongue felt the flutter at the base of his cock as his crest began to rise. His strokes grew quicker and shorter. Gently but insistently, Yvette pulled John's hands away from her head. She swept her lips from him, gasping heavily, trails of saliva and precum linking her lips to his cock, and gripped the base of him tightly. Yvette stuck out her tongue and opened wide, laying his plum sized cockhead against her tongue. She looked up into his eyes and gently stroked the base of his cock, silently urging him on. 

John's face screwed up, but he kept his eyes wide open, watching in lustful wonder as his beautiful mother accepted his precious load. For suddenly he was cumming, his huge cock shuddering and throbbing angrily in his mother's hand. Jets of pearly white cum sprayed into his mother's mouth, coating her tongue and lips with white frosting. Quickly he filled her mouth, and when she was forced to swallow, his cock jetted another huge rope across her lips and cheek. Her mouth was open again a split second later, and neatly caught the next few jets. 

Yvette swallowed noisily and looked up at her son with a mixture of pride and passion. His cum was thick and delicious, and he clearly came in prodigious amounts. She sucked the head of his cock back into her mouth, cleaning him off, sucking every last bit of jizz and swallowing it down. 

Finally, she released him. She scraped a fingernail across her cheek, and fed the errant jet of jism between her lips. 

She was not surprised to see her son had not softened a bit. His cock still towered over her, long and rigid and powerful. Yvette's lips quirked into a smile. 

"I see a mother's work is never done." 

Yvette stood. She reached beneath the flounces of her skirt and peeled the soaking wet g-string away from her pussy. It came free with a slight sucking sound. She slid her panties down her long legs, her fingertips brushing her white fishnets, then awkwardly kicked them free of her shoes. 

"Up," Yvette commanded her son once more. Obligingly, he rose, and she leaned forward, letting her heavy breasts hang down beneath her as her ass rose in the air. Bracing her hands against the couch, she tossed her wild red mane and threw her son a smoldering look. There was no misinterpreting it. 

John kicked his own legs free of the tangle of his pants and underwear. With raging cock bouncing, he stepped behind his mother. His large hands slipped beneath her skirts and cupped the full globes of her ass. He kneaded her flesh, his fingertips burning her where they dug into her ass cheeks. She moaned as he found her searing, soaking pussy, his agile fingers teasing her pink, weeping folds. 

Yvette felt something hard and thick and resilient nudge against her pussy lips. She looked behind her, over her shoulder, and marveled again at the broadness of her son's shoulders, his narrow waist, his commanding strength. His sheer virility. One strong hand grabbed her waist, the other guided his cock as his enormous head began to slide into her. Another mini-orgasm shook Yvette's lush, matronly frame at the insistent incestuous contact. 

Instinctively, Yvette arched her back into a deeper S-curve, raising her ass further, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy widened as well, desperate to accept the intruder preparing to plunder the most sacrosanct part of her body. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Mom," John said unnecessarily, but the words sent a wicked shiver up Yvette's spine. "Are you ready to have your son fuck you?"

She had never been readier for anything in her life. "Just ram that thing in me," Yvette gasped. She cried out as John complied. His enormous man-root drove deeply into her, piercing her, almost driving the breath from her as his delicious cock spread her flesh. She began to cum almost immediately. 

John felt himself enveloped by his mother's moist, hot core. Her fluids bathed his rampaging cock, a searing balm that shook him to his very soul. He stood hunched over her for a moment, his mighty tool embedded deep within her. His mother shook beneath him, moaning softly, her pussy lips clamping tightly around his cock. Even so, he was not entirely within her. A few inches of his manhood remained outside. He took several deep, sharp breaths, then slowly eased himself forward until his mother's full ass flattened against his chiseled abdomen. 

Yvette cried out, thrashing beneath him. The couch shook under her movements. John was certain that her cries would waken his father, but he didn't care. He reveled in the feelings of absolute pleasure, and tremendous power, as his cock throbbed hard and happy deep within his mother's soaking pussy. 

John flexed his cock, and Yvette's interior flexed with him. Her pussy lips were spread wide by the girth of his cock-base, her fluids leaking out to coat his swinging balls. With a grunt, John slowly withdrew, dragging his heavy cock out of his mother until only the head remained trapped within her delectable flesh. Then, savagely, almost brutally, he began to fuck her. He sawed his cock into her again and again, pounding his mother, slamming her hard against the couch, driving himself into her deeper and deeper with every thrust. 

Yvette's moans slowly transformed into a steady keening, as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. She couldn't tell when one orgasm began and another one ended. With every thrust, her son stoked the incestuous fire that had subsumed her loins and her heart. He ravaged her, and she loved him for it. She felt the muscles in her plush ass ripple with every impact, and an itching need began in her asshole. 

For John, every inch of his cock felt like it was on fire. And only his mother's sweet pussy could quench the flames. Again and again he drove himself into her, gripping her waist tightly, slamming his cock home over and over. 

"Mom," John grunted, as the familiar tingle began in his balls. "Mom, I'm gonna cum."

Yvette moaned and shuddered. "Give it to me, son. Give Mommy all your cum. I want to feel you deep within me!"

John groaned. He pulled out quick, then slammed his cock home brutally, almost mashing his mother's face into the sofa cushion. They both felt his already immense cock expand even further inside her, and then with a shuddering throb, he began spraying his mother's womb with his jism. He felt each tremendous rope as it traveled up the long column of his throbbing flesh and spat itself free deep within his mother. Yvette felt his seed splatter against the roof of her womb. The biggest orgasm yet blossomed in her core and exploded outward at the speed of light. She saw spots, her fingers and toes tingled and curled. Tears of pleasure and joy dripped from her closed eyes as a wordless moan left her lips. 

And still John emptied himself into her. His mighty weapon fired over and over, unloading a quart of viscous, white semen into her depths. It filled her, seeped past her pussy lips, and dripped out onto John's contracting balls. 

At last, spent, John curled over his mother, gasping for air. Yvette's weak knees finally gave out and she slid to the floor. John followed her, still buried in her steaming, sloshing pussy. 

Yvette lost consciousness, stirring only slightly as John pulled himself away from her. His cock came free with a slurping sound, and streamers of cum poured out of Yvette's ravaged pussy, staining her thighs and the floor. 

Gasping, sweating, overcome, John slumped backward on the living room floor. A beautific smile pulled at his lips as he slowly slipped into sleep as well. 

Later

Slowly, Yvette regained consciousness. She became aware of the ache between her legs, then the dampness there, and suddenly awoke with a start. She looked guiltily over her shoulder at her son, passed out on the living room floor. A slow, sinful smile spread across Yvette's lips. The poor boy looked exhausted, but he had earned his rest. Not that she would allow him to rest for much longer. 

Yvette surveyed her costume, noting that it had taken a beating. There were loose buttons and tears, cum stains and a run in her stockings. She stood languorously, stretching her voluptuous frame. Once erect, she shimmied out of the confines of the French maid outfit. She also divested herself of the demibra, and allowed herself a sigh as her heavy breasts were unfettered. Keeping the fishnets and stiletto heels on, she stepped over her son, straddling him. Yvette sank down onto him, pressing her nude body against his. Her pussy pressed against his scrotum, while her huge tits flattened across his broad chest. 

John stirred beneath her. Yvette kissed him lightly on the lips. "Wake up, lover. I'm not done with you yet," she whispered. 

John opened his eyes. To his credit, he didn't blink. His strong arms rose up, wrapped around his mother's body, and held her close. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She wondered if he could taste himself there, for she still could, and met his aggression with her own. 

His eyes bore into hers, a strange mix of romantic love, sheer lust, and the love a son had for a mother. She felt his mighty weapon gaining steel against her belly.

Finally John broke away. "This is great, Mom, but kind of uncomfortable."

Yvette made a solicitous sound. "I'm sorry, baby. You just feel so good pressed against mama. I can tell you like it too," she said with a giggle and a wiggle of her hips. His cock throbbed between them. He groaned. "Let's go to your bedroom." 

Yvette sat up. John groaned again as her full tits lifted from his chest and she revealed herself to him in all her glory. His mother's breasts were magnificent. Huge, pale, a light dusting of freckles across the cleavage, a fine tracery of blue veins just below the surface, capped by hard, strawberry pink nipples that begged to be kissed and sucked. Her tits were full and round, with barely a hint of sag despite their size. John couldn't help himself. He palmed his mother's tits, noting with lustful, incestuous joy that he couldn't fit an entire hand around either one. Her hard nipples dug into his palms. He kneaded her breast flesh, reveling in their firm, smooth skinned softness. He cupped them, brought his lips to them, and brushed kisses across their snowy mountaintops. His lips and teeth found her nipples, teasing them. 

"Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny," Yvette breathed. "What you do to Mommy."

Yvette had to force herself to pull away from John. She dragged him to a sitting position, then eventually to his feet. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. She felt as though she could melt. The fluttering heat in her belly had exploded, spread throughout her limbs, taken over her mind. Was she the worst mother in the world, or the best mother in the world? She supposed only John could answer that. 

Wordlessly, she lead him through the house, to the front stair and up to her son's bedroom. Just down the hall from where her husband lay sleeping off his drunk. She wondered briefly if he would be able to hear what she and John would be up to, and found that at this point she didn't care. He had ignored her for the last time. It didn't help that one session with her son had been more explosive and amazing that twenty years with Joseph. 

They stumbled into John's dark, messy room, still kissing and caressing and rubbing one another. John flicked on the light. Yvette didn't care that his clothes lay scattered around the floor, or that his bed wasn't made. She did mind that the blinds were up, and quickly lowered to block the window. No need for the neighbors to see anything. 




After the Party



John admired his mother's backside while she fixed the window; the smooth curvature of her back, the fullness of her ass, the way he could see the swell of her breasts even from behind. With a smirk, he swept her up in his arms and threw her on the bed. Yvette let out a shriek, but it was one of surprise rather than alarm. She found her son's strength and willingness to take charge incredibly arousing. 

He straddled her on the bed, his knees at her trim waist. His enormous cock pointed across her heaving tits toward her face. With an insolent smile, Yvette took him in hand and, slowly jacking him, kissed the angry head of his cock. She tasted her own juices upon him, but his sweet, salty precum touched her lips as well. As she manipulated him, the trickle became a flood. She lapped up every drop, savoring his taste. 

Surprising Yvette, John pulled away slightly. He pressed a palm against his rampant dick and slid it between her huge breasts. "I see," Yvette said. She cupped the sides of her breasts, where they lay semi-flattened against her chest, and wrapped them around her son's cock. John began to thrust between them.

John groaned. "Mom, you have the best tits I've ever seen or felt. I've wanted to titfuck you for so fucking long."

Yvette released a deep, throaty laugh. "Anytime you want, baby."

John's precum slickened the passage of his cock as he slid between his mother's tits. Her heavy breasts rippled with each thrust. The head of John's cock peeked out from between Yvette's cleavage. Precum squirted across her collarbone. Yvette craned her head, catching John's cockhead on her chin. It left a trail of juice that she swept away with a swipe of her tongue. She pursed her lips and kissed him on the next thrust. He squirted across her teeth and she slurped his fluid into her mouth. 

Again and again John's massive dick speared her tits. His hot, hard maleness sank between her plush flesh, leaving a burning trail across her skin. John's strong hands sank into the soft domes of her breasts, his fingertips sinking into her pale skin. Her nipples scrapped against his palms. Then one hand reached behind, and she felt his dextrous fingertips brushing her engorged pussy lips. Yvette's hips wiggled and shifted. John's middle finger sank into her to the first knuckle. 

His cock found her lips again and she kissed him hard, teasing his cockslit with the tip of her tongue. John froze for a moment, her tits pressed flush against his abdomen, his throbbing cock shuddering between them. His middle finger slid into her all the way, and he unfolded his ring finger into her as well. He thrust gently, fingers curling against her inner folds. Yvette's hips bucked. 

John's cock started moving again. "Mom, I'm getting close."

Yvette cooed. "Me too, baby," her hips rocking against his fingers. "Give it too me, baby, give me all you've got."

John released a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. His own hips sped up, rocking his cock between his mother's heaving tits. A third finger blossomed deep within Yvette, nudging her g-spot, and she orgasmed. Hard. 

She watched as John's cock surged toward her. The flushed head swelled, the cockslit opened wide, and a long, viscous rope of cum spiraled out of it, falling across her lips and cheek, closing her left eye, splattering her hair. Another rope caromed across her chin, staining her lower lip, and sprayed her neck, coating the cameo on her choker. John pulled back, guttural noises and grunts coming from his mouth. His cock continued to spit and spray his precious load, coating the upper slopes of her prodigious breasts. With his free hand he aimed his shuddering dick, draping the peaks of her tits, her strawberry pink nipples, the deep valley between them. A final, impossibly thick spurt shot across her chest and landed across her lips and cheek. 

John fell back, off of Yvette, breathing heavily. His spend dribbled down his mother's cheeks and tits, pooling between her breasts, in the hollow of her neck, into the red curls pillowing her head. 

Yvette used her thumb and fingers to scrape up John's cum and feed it into her mouth. She caught his eye and shifted on the bed, lifting her cum-splattered tits to her lips. Her tongue swept across the pools of cum, making slurping and lip-smacking noises as she sucked up as much as she could. 

"God, Mom, that is so fucking hot."

Yvette laughed, a deep, throaty, inappropriate sound. "You inspire me to do naughty things, baby."

John slid off the bed, crossed the room, and picked up the towel draped across the back of his desk chair. He returned to the bed and began to clean Yvette off. It was the towel he used after his shower following practice. It had a strong, musky, male scent to it. It smelled like him, like her son. Yvette let him caress her with it, helped him get every remaining drop. She wiped down her face, her breasts, her hair. Then she grabbed her son and kissed him. Her lips and face still reeked of his cum, his taste upon her full lips, but he didn't flinch. He returned her kiss with equal fierceness.

She reached between his legs, was not surprised to find him rampant. She pulled him to her, and he maneuvered himself over her. His knees nudged her thighs, spreading her legs. She guided him to her, felt his flushed cockhead nudge against her netherlips. She parted to accept him. He slid in easily, perfectly, as if he was made to fit. John sank to the root inside his mother. 

Yvette wrapped her legs around his waist, her stiletto heels pressing hard against his ass. John's head dipped to kiss his mother again, and his cock began to saw in and out of her sodden pussy. She would have been embarrassed by the wet noises emanating from her churning cunt, but she couldn't help how wet her son made her. John's powerful cock pounded into her, driving deeper and deeper with each incestuous thrust. 

Yvette moaned and keened, a delicious heat exploding outward from her belly, expanding across her trunk and into her limbs, sinking into her mind. Her hands gripped John's shoulders, her legs tightened around him. Still he hammered into her, bathing her face with soft kisses. His chest flattened her full, bouncing tits. 

He felt huge within her, deeper than any man had gone before. And yet, almost as deep as John had once been. They were one flesh again. He had returned to where he began, inside her, inside his loving mother. 

"John, John, John," Yvette moaned into her son's shoulder. "Fuck me, baby, fuck mama hard and deep. I need you, I need you, in me, all the way baby, all the way, inside me, where you belong, where you've always belonged..." Yvette trailed off as her senses exploded, her orgasm taking away all possible coherence. 

Reduced to grunts and moans, mother and son grapple in coitus, the only sounds the slap of flesh against flesh, mother's juices swirling around son's hardness. Son's heavy balls slap against mother's ass. Mother's breasts bounce and press against son's chest. Mother's lips trace their way across son's strong jawline. Sweat drips from son's forehead, falls across the pillow under mother's head. 

Son's cock swells. Mother's pussy contracts. 

Son growls, deep within his chest. Mother screams as pleasure sweeps her lush frame. Son's cock erupts deep within mother's molten core, spraying her insides in thick, viscous tides of white semen. Son continues to hammer into mother. As each rope of cum erupts from son's cock, he thrusts, driving himself deep into mother. 

And then, as bliss subsided, and sense and some semblance of rationality returned, John and Yvette collapsed into one another, gasping and shaking. They kissed, tongues and lips touching as surely as souls, and finally, finally, subsided. 

Much Later

Yvette wiped the cum from her lips after giving her son a morning blowjob. She left him in bed, padding naked and shoeless down the hall, hurrying for the living room. She had to pick up before Joseph awoke, gather her scattered costume, rearrange the room, take a quick shower. Then see about her husband. 

Yvette cupped her pussy in the hallway, smiling a secret smile as she felt her son's cum leak onto her fingers.



After the Party



A few years ago my wife and I were invited to a meal and drinks at a friend's house, along with two other couples who were also friends. 

The meal went really well; the spirits were flowing freely; we all played Trivial Pursuits and that game where you stick a piece of paper on your forehead with the name of someone famous on it and take it in turns to guess the name. All in all, we had a good laugh, and all enjoyed the evening. 

The hostess I'm afraid couldn't drink very much, and ended up being carried to bed, totally wrecked. This seemed to give a signal to the others that maybe it was time to call it a day, and the other two couples present said their goodbyes and left.

The host of the evening insisted that my wife and I stay for another drink, and led the way into the sitting room where we sat back in large armchairs, my wife sitting in a settee at the other side of the room. 

I haven't mentioned up to now the fact that our host, David, was a blind person. This doesn't affect anything at all, in any way. That's just the way it is. Over the years we've laughed and cried together, got drunk together, we've all been friends for a long time.

Whilst sitting there, chatting away, it suddenly occurred to me how attractive my wife was looking that evening. I don't know why it came upon me that way, it was just the way she was sitting on the couch, with her shoes off, legs drawn up under her, chatting away, laughing at each other's comments, she just looked ravishing. 

For this reason I started motioning to her to open her blouse a little, to show me some cleavage. She looked over to David, as if to say " I can't," then realised that it obviously didn't matter in this case, as he couldn't see her anyway. 

I Hope this doesn't sound sick or twisted in any way, but I found myself getting aroused at the idea of my wife exposing herself in front of David, him being unaware of it! I motioned to my wife that I was going to pretend to be sleeping, which after a while of me being silent, she mentioned to David, saying that she'd have a job to wake me when we left as I sleep so deeply when drunk.

I think my wife originally thought that this wasn't such a good idea, and took her time chatting with David for a while before slowly undoing all the buttons of her blouse.

She sat like that for a while, gently touching her engorged nipples, which she'd brought out into the open for my delight. She has lovely breasts anyway, never needing a bra normally, and with quite long nipples when excited, which I could suck and nibble for ages .

I was hard by now, and stroking my cock gently through my thin summer trousers, motioned for my wife to lift her skirt up for me to see her pants. By habit, I think, she again looked over to David for some reason, and, reassured, went on to raise her skirt, allowing me a lovely view of her open legs and thin, semi-see through pants.

This was a truly gorgeous view, and prompted me to pull out my rigid cock, enabling freer access for my gentle stroking. My wife nearly panicked at this move and shook her head at me. I just kept on slowly stroking my cock, excited past caring.

I then motioned for her to remove her skirt, to which she at first shook her head, but when I pretended to get up to help her, she motioned for me to stay put, and did then undo, and slowly remove her skirt.

This now left my wife in her pants and open blouse; all the while keeping up a spirited conversation with David, who showed no signs of anything untoward. Her cheeks were a little red by now, partly embarrassed maybe, but quite a lot through excitement I believe. 

My wife couldn't help touching her nipples from time to time, and let her hand stray down to the front of her pants a couple of times to rub her pussy. 

I was also greatly excited by this previously unexpected turn to the evening, now wanking slightly harder than before, but not enough to bring things to a head shall we say?

I was longing to see my wife's pussy, and mimed her taking her pants off. She again shook her head initially and mimed back to me," He'll smell me! " 

To this I first shook my head, then smiled and mimed " So? " She looked unsure for a while, so thinking maybe things were a little one-sided for her, I proceeded slowly and carefully to quietly remove all my clothes, until I was lying back in the armchair, naked, with an enormous hard-on, stroking it with obvious pleasure, and encouraging her to follow suit.

She eventually succumbed, and quietly removing her pants, dropped them to the floor. She now lay back full length on the sofa, with one leg crooked up against the back, the other trailing down to the floor, legs wide apart. This showed off her now soaking wet gash to me.

Her cunt lips were wide open and glistened with moisture, which she proceeded to spread about by rubbing the full length of her pussy with her fingers and sometimes dipping in one, then two fingers briefly.

I was amazed that all this time she was managing to maintain a conversation with our host, although I admit her voice was beginning to falter slightly now and then.

It was while I was looking around just making sure the curtains were drawn, that my eyes fell on David, and to my great surprise saw that he also had an erection straining against his trousers! I presumed that his sense of smell hadn't in fact let him down, and that he could in fact smell my wife's pussy! 

This seemed to excite me even more now. He was obviously aware that something sexual was going on, but hadn't said anything. This in a way surprised me, as he is a great guy.

We had talked about loads of things in the past with no barriers involved, both of us saying many things that might have embarrassed some others. This therefore surprised me that he hadn't come out with some comment like " I smell fanny!" or the suchlike. Anyway I was enjoying things as they were and wasn't going to rock the boat.

I signalled to my wife the obvious bulge in David's trousers and I thought she was going to quit at this point. She put her hand to her mouth, and gaped open mouthed to me. I shrugged, as if it was no big deal. So, he knew? So what?

I then motioned to her that David needed a refill for his drink, and that she should oblige. She very warily got up and approached David, asking him did he want another drink? He replied yes, and added quietly when given his drink, " You smell lovely tonight."

This nearly sent my wife into a spin. She turned to me with a bright red face, her arms wide apart as if to say " What the fuck do I do, or say now?" I couldn't help smiling broadly, lying back naked in the chair, firmly pulling my cock. What could I say? I was enjoying the show too much.

All she managed to say at the time was" Thank you very much; you obviously have got a great sense of smell."

David replied " One of my few advantages, darling." After saying this, he too leaned right back in his armchair, making it obvious that his cock was trying its best to escape from his trousers.

I have to applaud my wife here, because after another quick look over her shoulder at me, she sat on the arm of David's chair, and said to him, " Well what's gotten you so excited then? I've never seen you so big"

To that he replied " I've never smelled you so strongly before, it's no wonder I'm excited. You smell magnificent"

My wife by now had obviously decided on her course of action. Leaning toward him, she said to David " Lean forward and purse your lips."

He did this, expecting I think for my wife to kiss him on the lips. She instead placed her breast in the way of his lips, so that a nipple was the first thing he made contact with. 

He jerked his head back ever so briefly; in surprise I think, then immediately moved his head forward again to allow his lips to encircle her nipple. He sucked and rolled his tongue around her nipple in obvious delight, whilst raising his hands to caress both my wife's breasts at the same time.

My wife had her eyes closed by now in rapture, and I in turn was tugging away at my rigid cock in bliss, having to slow right down occasionally, to stop myself cumming.

After a short while of this, my wife opened her eyes, and slipped one hand down to the tent-like front of David's trousers to squeeze and caress his cock through his trousers.

David uttered a sound which I can only describe as a highly satisfied groan, and pushed his crotch forward eagerly, this causing me to have to stop wanking completely, as I had become so excited at the sight of my wife eagerly grasping his rampant cock through his trousers, that I would, I fear, have exploded over everything, probably making a huge noise at the same time.

My wife then, after a look to see what I was doing, accompanied by a cheeky grin and a shrug of the shoulders, disengaged her breast from David's lips.

She then slid down to kneel on the floor at his feet and began to slide down his zip, then lowered his underpants and trousers to the floor in one slow motion.

With his penis exposed thus, he said to my wife " Now look what you've done," with a huge grin on his face.

My wife then began a slow process of wanking him very slowly, interspersed with long licks up and down his shaft, occasionally putting her mouth around his cock, moving up and down, causing him to lean his head right back against his chair in sheer bliss.

After a period of doing this, my wife stood up, turned around to face me, and again with a huge grin, settled her pussy down slowly onto David's upright cock. She settled full depth down onto it in one easy motion, all the while smiling at me and mouthing the words " OK? "

By now I had been able to start pulling my cock again, without fear of instant eruption, and I only had to gesture toward this for my wife to fully understand just how much it was "OK."

My wife and David now were pushing at each other in earnest, his cock plunging into her as far as was humanly possible, all the while remaining as silent as possible, presumably not to "wake" me.

After a very short while, I then saw something that I've never seen before or since. Their fucking having become faster and faster, they both seemed to go almost rigid; obviously in full orgasm, arms locked solid, holding them still in the chair. They didn't make a sound! It was unreal, yet fantastic! Two people who would I'm sure have normally screamed or groaned their way to orgasm; both making not a sound, just juddering together in ecstacy.

Along with all that had taken place in front of me, this was all I needed to allow myself to come also. I had played the waiting game very carefully until then, but now let rip with a fantastic stream of come, all over my chest, also doing my utmost not to make a sound. You can't believe maybe how difficult that can be when you are excited to that extent.

Very shortly after that, my wife slipped off David's lap, and came briefly over to me, to give me a brief peck on the lips, before going to the loo to clean up.

When she had obviously left the room, David said " Are you all right with that?"

I don't know why I was taken back slightly by that; it would have been stupid of me really, to have believed that he in turn believed that I was asleep through all that had taken place. Nevertheless I had to pause for a second before replying " Absolutely, you ok?" 

"What do you think? That was fantastic!"

I then said " As long as no-one's offended."

David replied " You won't hear any complaints from me!"

With that my wife returned to the room. She was blushing furiously, and looked a bit embarrassed, still only wearing her blouse. 

She began to dress, as did I, doing so very quietly, having decided to continue the charade of David believing me to be asleep. David also by now had dressed himself again.

A very short while later my wife said to David that as it was so late, she'd better wake me, and pretended to do so. 

After carrying on the pretence a little while, I said I supposed we'd better ring for a taxi, after apologising to our host for me falling asleep.

He replied that it was no problem, that it had been his pleasure to keep my wife amused whilst I was asleep, again with a large grin across his face.

After a short while of us chatting, the taxi arrived, and we said our goodbyes.

Once home and in bed, my wife and I went over the latter part of the evening in great detail, as we tend to do in cases like these. 

We had a lovely, slow, relaxed fuck, with a lot of deep kisses to each other, as we became increasingly excited in the retelling of the events of the evening.

During this retelling, I told my wife of David and I talking about it as we had when she had left the room. This actually increased her enjoyment of the story. Knowing that he was fucking her, being aware that I was watching, actually turned her on even more than before.

All in all we enjoyed this retelling of the events, just as much as the events themselves. This hasalways been, and still is the case with us, and I believe this will never alter, as long as we both have the will to carry on doing things like this.

To date there are no signs of thing changing.



After the Party



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As I lay there, not even half awake, I was surprised when, instead of slipping quietly into bed and turning off the lamp, my wife decided to try to engage me in conversation. It was late and I was tired after our annual holiday party. I'd slipped off to bed after our guests had departed while she'd remained up chatting with her friend Susan, who was spending the night in our guest room downstairs. They hadn't seen each other in a while and Susan was going through a divorce, so I was surprised that she'd even made it to bed at all. As I woke a bit more, I could only assume that she wouldn't be waking me up if she didn't want something, which I hoped was sex. It turns out that she did, but not for herself.

"I want you to go downstairs and have sex with Susan," she said, once she was certain that I was awake.

"What?" was my reply, followed by, "How much have you had to drink?"

"I'm completely sober," she replied, "and I am asking you to have sex with my friend. She hasn't had any action since she and Jeremy split up. I promise you that she is okay with this and so am I."

I wasn't quite awake enough to formulate an argument against being given the opportunity to sleep with my wife's friend, not only with my wife's permission, but with her insistence. She had grabbed my robe as I slowly got up while trying to wrap my mind around how exactly this was happening. Susan wasn't bad looking, a bit on the voluptuous side but with impressive knockers. As I realized more what I was being asked to do, I certainly couldn't see a problem with it. I pulled on my robe and headed for the bedroom door.

"Thank you," my wife called after me.

By the time I was at the bottom of the stairs, I was fully awake and wondering what sort of reaction to expect from Susan. I headed down the hallway and stuck my head into the guest room where she was standing in a night shirt, apparently with nothing on under it.

"Hi," she said as I entered and closed the door behind me.

"Hi," I replied, "So, apparently there's some service I can perform for you?"

"Well, hopefully you will be getting something out of this, as well," she said with a smile.

I stepped over to her and caressed her tits through her nightshirt, feeling her hard nipples, before reaching for the hem and raising it up. I watched closely as her nicely-groomed, light brown bush was exposed, followed by the curves of her hips and abdomen. She raised her arms up and her luscious breasts were revealed as my cock started trying to peek out of my robe. My attention was on her large, light pink areolas and hard nipples as the night shirt slipped over her head. Once her arms were free, I tossed it aside and started to caress her tits before dropping to my knees.

I had her sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread as I kissed her soft inner thighs and lower abdomen before running my tongue up her slit. She was flowing with pungent juices which I eagerly lapped up as she held my head. She was moaning softly as I licked her pussy but, once I slipped a couple of fingers into her and focused my licking on her clit, she seemed to get a bit louder. She leaned back on the bed and started to rock her hips rhythmically so I glanced up because I knew her tits would be bouncing rhythmically, too. Sure enough, those beauties were moving hypnotically and all those times I'd seen a little cleavage and wished I could see more were beyond realized.

It seemed that, just as I'd assumed, because she was so sexually pent up, it wasn't going to take long before she came. My goal was to make sure that her orgasm was long and intense. It certainly appeared that she was experiencing some intense pleasure and I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged around my finger the longer I ate her. I fully intended for this to be just an appetizer, though; my wife had said to have sex with her and, like Bill Clinton, I wasn't counting oral as sex. Susan was tensing up a bit as I assumed she was getting even closer to cumming and I just kept up what I was doing since it appeared to be working. When she finally went limp with a low moan, her body trembled as she came.

I continued licking her clit and fingering her wet pussy until she went still, then slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth. I was still admiring her body, first from my knees then standing over her as she recovered. My cock was rigid, tenting out my robe so, when I'd cleaned her juices from my fingers, I started to untie the belt. She was looking up at me, her chest heaving and drawing my attention, until I started to open my robe. She sat up as my throbbing tool was revealed and reached out to stroke it. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft hand until my robe hit the floor, then I climbed onto the bed and lay in the middle of it. Susan briefly licked my balls and ran her mouth up and down my tool a few times before straddling me.

As she guided my cock to her pussy, I was fondling her luscious tits and caressing her hard nipples. She lowered herself onto my tool and we both moaned as I was engulfed in her hot, wet pussy. She started to slowly ride up and down on me but my attention remained on fondling her tits. There had been so many times where I would have been content just for a look at her tits so, to have them in my hands while she was naked and impaled on my cock, with my wife's permission no less, was more than I could have even hoped for. As such, I was going to enjoy them as much as I possibly could, assuming that this was not going to become a regular occurrence.

She started out humping my cock slowly with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face but gradually increased the pace and, eventually, leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of my head. At first, I continued to fondle her tits as started to lick and suck her hard nipples but my hands started wandering around to squeeze and caress her ass, as well. I was also able to push up into her each time she rocked backward onto my tool so that I was penetrating her as deeply as possible. Again, she was getting louder as her pussy became wetter and more engorged and she rode me harder. I could feel my own orgasm beginning to build but I didn't want to be done fucking her because I was not expecting to get another chance. Before I reached that point, however, she slammed herself back on me and froze momentarily while tremors coursed through her body.

I was still licking and sucking her nipples when she let out a sigh and began to move off of me, taking them out of my reach. I was only briefly dismayed because, kneeling beside me, she leaned forward, her tits swinging, and took my cock into her mouth again. I was admiring the profile of her dangling tits and round ass as well as my cock disappearing into her mouth, as I enjoyed her oral skills. With one hand, she was pumping the base of my cock as she was sucking it while the other hand gently massaged my balls. I let her know how much I was enjoying her cocksucking as my orgasm began building up rapidly and with significant pleasure. I tried to just relax and focus on the good feelings, which were considerable.

Her cocksucking left nothing to be desired and, as my cock swelled even more the closer I was to cumming, the more voraciously she was sucking me off. While I knew there was no way she was enjoying sucking my cock more than I was enjoying having her sucking it, she made it pretty obvious that it wasn't just about me. Based on the noises she was making and her enthusiasm, it appeared that she was appreciating having a hard cock in her mouth almost as much as she'd enjoyed having it in her hot pussy and experiencing a couple of highly pleasurable orgasms. As such, I was expecting that blasting my load down her throat wouldn't make her the least bit unhappy.

I was still murmuring encouragements right up to the point where I exploded into her mouth with a grunt. As I'd thought, she wasn't the least bit put off and swallowed my load while continuing to suck me off. Only after she'd nursed every drop of cum from me and my cock had started to soften did she let it fall from her mouth. She crawled up and lay beside me in the middle of the bed.

"Thank you," she said, "You may have figured that it has been a while since I've gotten any action."

"You're very welcome," I replied, "I think I enjoyed it almost as much as you did. It's probably good that you live down in the Springs because I think I'd be tempted to try to get together again if you lived nearby."

"Yeah, I don't think we'll be getting permission for you to continue helping me out until I find somebody else," she said.

"No, probably not," I replied, "but you can bet that I will remember tonight and will think about it often."

"So will I," she confirmed.

I was planning to head back upstairs once I was fully recovered but we both must have been more tired than we realized because we both fell asleep. When I woke up, the lamp was off, the covers were over us and Susan was snuggled up against me, still naked. I figured that, if we'd fallen asleep, my wife probably had, too, so she wouldn't have been waiting for me to return and I fell right back to sleep. When I woke again, it wasn't because it was getting light or because the covers had been turned back; it was because I felt a warm, wet, pleasurable feeling on my cock. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I saw Susan on all-fours, her ass close to my head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock, which was rapidly awakening.

I reached over and caressed her pussy, feeling the abundant juices she was producing, so I encouraged her to shift over. As she continued to suck my cock, she moved to straddle my head and her pussy was soon directly over my face. I gazed up at her trim, light brown bush before running my tongue along her slit, lapping up her nectar. I heard her moan as I felt the vibrations on my cock so I kept lapping at her slit for a few minutes before slipping a couple of fingers into her dripping pussy. It wasn't lost on me that this was an unexpected opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of Susan's body presumably one last time, so I was savoring the taste of her pussy as well as the warm wetness engulfing my fingers.

I don't believe I was fully erect when I woke up but it didn't take much of her oral stimulation to get me all the way there. It turned out that she hadn't started sucking me off with the intention of swallowing one more of my loads, but one of the results of that early-morning blowjob had been getting her even more aroused than she had already been when she'd awakened. Her pussy continued to get wetter and more engorged the longer she sucked me off and the longer I licked and fingered her. She removed her mouth from my cock at one point, though she continued to pump it, and I could feel her body tensing up right before she gasped and it started to shake. I kept licking and sucking her clit as she came, only slipping my fingers out of her once she'd gone completely still. As I was slipping my fingers into my mouth, Susan caught her breath for a moment, then started to crawl toward the foot of the bed.

My attention was on her ass and pussy as she straddled my cock, facing away from me, and lowered herself onto it. We both moaned as her hot, wet pussy engulfed my throbbing tool and she just sat there for a moment with it inside her. I reached out to caress her soft, smooth ass as she started to slowly ride up and down on my cock. With the morning light filling the room, I could see very clearly her pussy lips sliding up and down my cock and I realized that I could also occasionally see her fingertips. I surmised that she was stroking her clit as she rode me, which I suspected was only going to make her pussy feel even better.

I couldn't reach her tits in this position but was determined that, since I was given one more opportunity than I had expected to be with her, I was going to spend some of that time appreciating those beauties. I was able, in this position, to hold onto her curvaceous hips and pull her down even harder while pushing my cock up into her for maximum penetration. I wished there was a mirror nearby so that I could see her tits, which were undoubtedly bouncing like crazy as she rode me hard in pursuit of yet another orgasm. I could feel her pussy becoming wetter and hotter again and assumed that her fingertips deserved some of the credit for that. I certainly couldn't fault her for that, especially if she, like me, was initially thinking that the previous night might just have been a quickie and hopefully an orgasm for her. For her to be on the verge of a fourth was definitely beyond what I had been expecting and I hoped it was the same for her.

She sat down hard on my cock as her body trembled and I think I felt her fingertips still moving as she came again. I just lay there, knowing what I planned to suggest next and expecting that, after two orgasms just that morning, she'd be more than willing. When the long, intense orgasm finally tapered off, she climbed off of me and turned, my attention going right to her tits. She knelt beside me and gently stroked my cock in her hand.

"I figured there was no point in wasting another opportunity," she said kind of sheepishly, "Now, though, it is all about you. Whatever I can do to make you cum, your wish is my command."

"Let's trade places, then," I said and I don't know if she got right away what I wanted to do.

I sat up, then moved onto my knees as she reclined in the spot where I'd been. I straddled her ribs and lay my cock between her tits, then squeezed them around it myself. My attention was completely on them as I caressed the smooth skin and her hard nipples while sliding my cock between them. Her attention was on them as well, though, presumably, she was watching my cock more than her own cleavage. Her hands briefly caressed my ass then may have actually gone between her own thighs as I was fucking her tits. This was the ultimate way to cap off an unexpected and highly pleasurable encounter with Susan. I was savoring the feel of her tits not only along my throbbing shaft, but in my palms as well. I was also committing this visual, including her pretty face watching intently, to my memory and knew that I'd be replaying it plenty in the future.

I'd like to have had more time to spend fucking her tits, but it felt too damn good and, combined with already having had my cock in both her mouth and pussy, I was very quickly building to another intense orgasm. I managed to maintain a slow and steady pace as I slid my cock between her fleshy beauties and was relishing the pleasure that I was feeling but, all too soon, I exploded with a grunt onto her sternum. Her eyes went wide and she jutted out her tongue, trying to catch some of my spew, but I think it fell a bit short. I continued fucking her tits until I was completely spent, then let them drop away and moved to lie beside her. She cleaned up my cum with her fingers and fed it into her mouth as I caressed her tits for what I assumed would be the last time.

"Thank you again," she said finally, "and I think you're right that it is good that I don't live nearby. I'd be jonesing for more orgasms like that in no time and probably wouldn't be thinking about it not being appropriate or acceptable."

"You're welcome again," I replied, "though I'm sure you realize there is another person you should thank and I might suggest that, since I don't expect that she'd give us this kind of freedom again, you acknowledge that and see if she might be up for a night of sharing me."

"Threesome?" she asked, with an expression that showed intrigue.

"Better than nothing, right?" I replied, "It could still end up being nothing, so feel her out first and make sure that it wouldn't be overstepping the boundaries of your friendship."

"I'll see if I can sell it so she knows that I just want to get fucked and I'm not trying to steal her man," she said.

"It'd make me happy and it'd make you happy," I said, "so you just need to convince her that it'd make her happy, too."

"I'll figure out a way," she said and we tracked down her nightshirt and my robe so we could go get some coffee.



After the Party



By the end of the party, I was, to say the least, rather drunk. I wandered into my bedroom. I was holding the hand of one of my best girl friend as she was struggling to stand (having reached a fair state also). I laid her down on my bed and made sure she was comfortable, before I headed off to the bathroom.

'You'll be back soon won't you?' Mumbled Kirsten, waking me out of my reverie a bit.

'Sure.' I replied.

'Good. Need you to keep me warm tonight. It's pretty cold.'

As I wandered off to the bathroom, I began to think about sleeping in the same bed as Kirsten. I'd had a crush on her for a long time but never had the chance to do anything as she had been with another guy.

Kirsten was quite short, with olive skin, as she was half pacific-islander. She had long brown hair, with a slight reddish tinge. She had a great body, with a flat stomach, small, but nicely formed breasts, and a great arse. She was wearing jeans which perfectly showed off her arse, and a fairly low cut top, which allowed a nice look down her top. 

We had been dancing together most of the night and it was great to cop a feel as she danced close to me. More than once I had thought about kissing her and looking at her thought that she wanted to as well. I had definitely thought about her as more than a friend, and more than once, and now I wasn't sure if she felt the same and whether I could take things any further with her.

'Ben? Ben, are you around here?' I heard my name being called softly by another one of my girl friends, Mari.

'Hey Mari, over here.' I called back, as I headed back from the bathroom.

Mari headed over towards me. 'I'm pretty smashed Ben. Could I stay in your bed? I don't really wanna sleep on the blow up beds downstairs like this.

'Sure. But it might be a tight fit. Kirsten is in there at the moment. I guess I could always crash down there.'

'Don't be silly. I'm sure we can squash up. Besides, you'll keep me warm, coz it's fucking cold out there.' Mari replied. I laughed.

'No misbehaving though!!' She said as she winked at me. Mari and I had been close for so long (even hooked up a couple of times) and she knew about what I thought of Kirsten.

I poked her in the ribs and made her giggle. 'You'd better behave or you can go sleep downstairs!!' I warned her.

'You wouldn't do that to me.' She pouted.

'You're right, you're just too cute.' I said as I winked at her.

'Thanks babes.' Mari replied as she kissed me on the cheek and hugged me against her and then headed into the bedroom.

Mari was a Korean girl but who had lived in an English speaking country her whole life. She was a bit taller than Kirsten, and a bit slimmer. She had dyed auburn hair and brown eyes. She had one of the most amazing arses I had ever seen and regretted never making a move on her years ago. She also had small but perfect breasts, and a great tanned body. She knew she was gorgeous and didn't mind showing it off. Tonight, she was wearing a short jean skirt, which only just came below the bottom of her arse cheeks and showed off her great legs. Her tight tank top was clinging to her breasts and I could see the outline of her nipples through her top and bra.

'Stop checking my arse out, cheeky!!' Mari said looking back over her shoulder at me, and winking as she walked into the bedroom.

I headed into my bedroom after Mari. She was slipping her bra out from under her shirt and dropping it on the floor.

'You were right when you said you were cold.' I said as I nodded towards her hard nipples, with a grin.

'Hey!! Behave hun!!' Mari giggled as she hit me playfully in the arm. 'Back in a sec, just need to head to the bathroom.'

I jumped into bed to check on Kirsten. 'You're back.' Kirst whispered sleepily.

'Yea sorry, I ran into Mari. She needed a place to crash as well. Means that we might be a bit squashed though.'

'That's ok. Like I said you'll need to keep me warm. I'm freezing. At least you'll be closer to me.' She said. 'Can you do me a favour and help me get my top and pants off. I'm very uncomfortable.'

'Sure you won't be too cold Kirst?' I said.

'I will be, but I can't sleep in these clothes. It's too uncomfortable. You'll just have to work even harder to keep me warm won't you?'

I definitely felt that she wanted more than just friendship at this point and the thought of holding her close against me, while wearing only her underwear, definitely turned me on.

I helped her take her top off, and slid her jeans off her legs. I dropped them both on the floor, took my clothes off, leaving my underwear on, and jumped into bed and cuddled up close to Kirsten, hugging her from behind.

'Mmmmmm, you're nice and warm, like a hot water bottle.' Kirst whispered as she snuggled back against me.

I heard Mari approaching the bed and felt her climb in under the covers as well.

'How you doing Kirst?' Mari whispered.

'Meh. I've felt better. But I'm a lot warmer now.' She replied, sounding half asleep.

I began to think that Kirsten was probably not in the best state for anything tonight. Although disappointed, I was happy to be close to her.

A few minutes later, it sounded as though both girls were asleep. My mind was buzzing and I knew that with these two girls lying next to me, it would most definitely not be easy to fall asleep at all.

The bed rustled as Mari shifted, and I felt her come closer to me and whisper in my ear. 'I saw her clothes on the floor, naughty boy.'

'She said she was uncomfortable!!' I whispered back as I defended myself.

'I'm only kidding hun.' She giggled softly. 'Can I get a bit closer to you Ben? I'm fucking freezing!! Can't have you giving all your warmth to Kirst, and not saving any for me!!'

'Sure Mari. Come here.' She shifted closer to me and snuggled up against my back.

'Thanks babes.' She breathed into my ear, and kissed me softly on the cheek. 'Night Ben.'

'Night hun.' I whispered back.

Shortly after I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she was breathing deeply.

My right arm was over Kirsten and resting on her stomach. Without really thinking I was drawing little circles on her stomach with my finger.

'Feels nice.' Kirsten whispered so softly. I was surprised as I thought that she was asleep. I stopped what I was doing.

She shifted her hand and put it on top of mine. She started moving mine in circles again. 'Don't stop, it feels really nice.' I carried on rubbing her stomach in circles with her hand on mine. 'Mmmmm your hand is so warm Ben.'

I kissed her on her shoulder and the back of her neck softly as I continued to rub in circles. I could still hear Mari asleep behind me, her body pressed up against me. Kirsten moved my hand up her body and onto her breasts, still covered by her bra.

I rubbed softly on her bra. 'Inside.' She breathed to me. I slid my hand inside her bra and began to rub her nipple. Kirsten let out a small gasp of breath as I touched her nipple. I could feel it begin to harden beneath my fingers.

Kirsten shifted so that she was lying on her back, while I was still on my side, my hand was still caressing her breast. I kissed her neck and although it was dark, I could see her turn her head towards me. I kissed her lightly on her soft lips. I leant in closer and kissed her harder, her soft tongue entered my mouth, as I kissed her deeper. A small moan escaped her.

Mari was still pressed against my back, but I could feel her shifting around as I was changing positions. She moved her arm off me but was still pressed close up against me.

I continued kissing Kirsten as she reached her hand around and pulled my head closer against her. I reached under her back and with one hand unclipped her bra strap, and slid it out from under her.

'Take it off Ben, please.' Kirsten breathed softly to me. I slid the straps down her arms and totally off, freeing her breasts. I felt to her right nipple and slowly brushed across that. She gasped and pulled away from the kiss slightly as her nipple hardened to be as hard as the other one.

I felt Mari roll away slightly from me and on to her back. It seemed like she was still asleep.

I brushed my hands across both of Kirsten's nipples. They were hard but also felt so soft as I slid across her breasts.

'Oh fuck babe that's amazing.' She whispered.

I bent my head down and began to lick her soft nipples. Just teasing around the areola, before she started grabbing my head and trying to make me lick her nipple. I knew she wanted it, so I flicked my tongue across her stiff nipple lightly. Kirsten moaned, a bit louder this time.

I thought I heard movement and a sound from Mari's direction. I paused and checked behind me to see if she was still asleep. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing deeply. It seemed like we were in the clear.

I turned back to Kirsten and starting sucking harder on her nipples. She stifled a moan as she started breathing harder. I slid my hand down to her inner thigh and began to rub lightly.

'Fuck Ben, touch me. I want you!! Please touch my pussy babe!!'

I began to rub her pussy through her panties. I could feel that they were already damp from the attention I had been giving her body. I could feel the heat from her pussy through her panties. I slid my hand down inside her underwear. I could feel that she was fully (and freshly) waxed as my fingers reached her clit. I rubbed her in a circle as her breathing became very erratic.

'Oh my fucking god Ben!! Fuck I'm hot for you!!' Kirsten moaned quite loudly. 

This time I was sure I heard a sound from Mari. Keeping my hand in Kirsten's panties, I shifted my head around to look in Mari's direction. She was lying on her back, her skirt pulled up around her waist. I could see that she had no panties on. Her top was off, exposing her gorgeous breasts. One hand was rubbing her breasts, while the other was rubbing her clit. Mari had a fully waxed pussy as well apart from a very narrow landing strip of very short hair just above her clit. I could hear that she was wet as she played with her pussy, her mouth half open in pleasure.

She looked directly at me this time and smiled. She mouthed 'This is so hot, don't stop what you're doing.'

'Did we wake her up?' Kirsten asked.

'Ummm you could say that.' I replied. I quickly whispered what Mari was doing, as I didn't want to lie.

'Well at least I don't need to be as quiet anymore.' Kirsten said, 'keep going Ben.'

I slid her panties to one side and slid one finger up the length of her pussy up to her clit. This brought a louder moan from her. I circled her clit and then I slid my finger into her hot, wet pussy.

'Oh fuck Ben that feels so great!!'

My cock was now getting uncomfortably hard in my boxers. It felt like I was going to burst right through them. I pressed my cock up against Kirsten as I continued to finger her wet pussy. She was gasping louder as she got wetter. My fingers were getting coated in her juices as she pressed herself down against my finger, trying to get them deeper inside her.

I slid a second finger inside her, feeling her wet heat, as I circled her clit with my thumb. I could hear soft moans coming from Mari's direction, and she gasped loudly as a pleasure wave hit her.

'Oh my god Ben!! You're fingers are fucking magic babe!! I'm gonna come so fucking hard!!' Kirsten moaned. She was pushing herself hard down on my fingers and riding them faster.

Mari leaned over and pulled my face towards me and kissed me hard and deep. 'Shit Ben this is so fucking sexy babe!! I'm gonna come all over your bed soon!! I'm so fucking wet!! If you're cock doesn't end up in my pussy later I'm gonna be really pissed off!!' She gasped out in between kissing me. 'It's so fucking sexy that you're making Kirsten come as well...turns me on even more!!'

'Ben make me come!!! Holy shit babe!! O fuck baby I'm gonna come all over your fingers Ben!!! O shit I'm close!! I'm fucking close babe...oh shit!! I can feel it babes!! O fuck baby!!!' Kirsten moaned as she closed in on her orgasm. I was fingering her pussy harder as she ground her clit against my thumb.

'O fuck this is sexy Ben!!!' Mari moaned into my ear. She was pressed up against me as she fucked herself. I could feel her arm moving frantically as she fingered her pussy, while the other arm was moving slower as she tweaked her stiff nipples. 'Ben I'm gonna come baby...I'm gonna fucking come all over your bed Ben!! Holy shit I'm close!! Oh my fucking god!! This is so fucking hot!!! My pussy is so fucking hot and wet right now!! Oh Ben!!! Fuck!!!! O yea baby make her come!!! O fuck!!! FUCK!!! O god Kirsten fucking come on his fingers!!! Fucking moan his name Kirst!! SHIT!!! O god I'm gonna fucking come!!! OHHH GOD!!!! SHIT!!! OH FUCK!! FUCK!!!!'

'O god yea Ben!!! Finger my hot pussy!!! O fuck I'm gonna soak your fingers baby!! Fuck I'm gonna come!! Mari fucking make yourself come you horny bitch!!! Fucking hell I'm gonna come Ben!! OH FUCK!!! FUCK!!! OH SHIT!!! I'M FUCKING COMING!!! OHHHHH FUCK!!!! FUCK!!! FUCK MY PUSSY BEN!!!! OH SHIT!!! OHHH GOD!!! FUCK!!' Kirsten screamed as she came on my fingers. I could feel her juices running down my fingers and wrist as she rode out her orgasm.

'OH FUCK THIS IS SO HOT!! I'M GONNA COME BEN!! FUCKING COME KIRST!! COME ON HIS FINGERS!!! OH GOD BEN I FUCKING WANT YOU SO BAD!!! FUCK I'M WET!!! I'M COMING BEN!! OH FUCK!!! OH SHIT BABY!! O GOD!!' Mari screamed as she came hard. She was pressed up against me and I could feel her orgasm trembling through her body as she came. 

Kirsten was still shaking from her orgasm when Mari leaned over and kissed me, while her hand reached around and down to my hard cock.

'Mmmmm, glad someone is turned on by all of that.' She whispered. I could feel her wet pussy juices on my cock as she stroked me, which made it even more pleasurable. Mari liked to squirt when she got really turned on, so her hand was soaked in her pussy juices.

'Holy fuck, that feels so fucking good babe!!' I said to Mari as she stroked my cock. Her hand felt amazing as her wet juices lubed up my hard cock as she teased me with her hands.

'Mmmmmm yea babe I love your hard cock. Fuck I want it inside me!!' Mari whispered as she nibbled softly on my ear. She was moaning softly as she stroked me, grinding her wet pussy against my leg and rubbing her breasts against me. Her nipples were so hard and I could clearly feel each nipple as it pressed against me.

I suddenly felt Kirsten's hand feel up the inside of my thigh, and rub my balls and reach up to my wet cock. She felt Mari's hand on my cock.

'Is he nice and hard Mari?' she asked.

'Fuck Kirsten this is such a hard cock, I desperately want to fuck him!' Mari replied.

'Ben, get your cock in me now baby!! I fucking need you!! I want it so bad!! I wanna be fucked!!' Kirsten moaned.

'Do it Ben. Fuck her hard and deep!! I'll get your cock in me later babe. If you don't fuck her now I'm gonna eat her pussy!!' Mari whispered to me, 'Here, get these off.' As she pulled my boxers off.

I slid closer to Kirsten and she lifted her leg slightly to allow access to her wet pussy. Her hand grabbed my cock and guided me towards her pussy. She was so hot and wet as my cock rubbed up her soft pussy lips and against her clit.

'Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!!' Kirsten moaned as she felt my hard cock rubbing her pussy. She wrapped her hand around my cock and guided me inside her tight pussy. 'Get your cock in me now Ben!!' She was so wet that I slid in with no resistance. She moaned loudly as I slid deep into her, and her hot wet pussy enveloped my cock.

I reached under Kirsten, as I thrust into her from behind, and felt her breast and rubbed her nipple. 'Holy shit Ben, keep doing that!!! That feels so fucking amazing!!! God your cock feels so good inside me baby!!'

I could hear Mari moaning behind me as she fingered herself again. 'Fuck her hard Ben!! Fuck her deep!!! Make her come on your hard cock!!! Oh god baby I'm so wet!! I wanna come again Ben!!'

I reached behind me with my free hand and Mari grabbed my hand and pulled it to her pussy. I felt the heat from her pussy as she placed my hand against her. I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and fingered her as she rubbed her clit and nipples with her free hands. 

'Ben you feel amazing inside me baby!! Your cock is so fucking hot and hard Ben!! Oh my god baby!! Oh shit yeah!!! Fuck me Ben!! Fuck me!!! Oh god!!! Fuck me harder!!! Fuck my pussy hard!!! Oh my fucking god, baby!!!' Kirsten was moaning loudly as I fucked her.

'Yea Ben!! Oh god you've got magic fingers baby!!! You're gonna make me come again!!' Mari moaned, 'This is turning me on so fucking much!! It's so fucking sexy with everything happening!!!'

I could feel that Kirsten was getting close to coming again, as she was pressing herself harder back against me, and moaning loudly, as I slid my cock deeper into her. 'God Kirst your pussy is so wet and tight babe!!' I said to her. I could tell that she was getting closer as she was just moaning (well almost screaming) rather than saying words.

'Holy fuck Ben I'm gonna come on your fingers babe!! Fuck!! Oh fuck!!! Shit yea!! Fuck me with your fingers Ben!! Oh my god I'm getting fucking close Ben!!' Mari was screaming in my ear as her hot juices were running down my fingers and onto my hand. She was writhing on the bed frantically rubbing her clit as I fingered her.

'Oh Ben!! Holy shit!!!' Kirsten suddenly screamed, 'I'm gonna come Ben!!! God your cock feels amazing inside me!! Fuck!!! Oh yea babe!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!! Oh my fucking god!!!' Kirsten was screaming as I thrust harder into her. I was so turned on but I knew that I could hold back even when she came.

'Shit yea Ben!!!' Mari moaned, 'Fucking make her come!! Oh my fucking god I'm so horny right now!! Fuck I'm gonna come!! I'm getting so close Ben!!! Fucking come on his cock Kirst!!!'

'Oh fuck yea I'm fucking just about to Mari!!! I'm gonna come so fucking hard on his cock!!!' Kirsten's pussy was getting tight and I could feel that she was almost going to come. She was rubbing her clit as I fucked her from behind. 'Mari come on Ben's fingers babe!! I want to hear you scream in pleasure!!'

'Oh fuck Kirst!! Oh my fucking god Ben!!! Fuck this is so sexy!! Soak his cock with your pussy babe!!! Holy shit I'm almost there Ben!! Don't stop!! Please don't fucking stop!!!' Mari was shaking as she rapidly reached her peak.

My cock was as hard as a rock as I thrust harder and deeper into Kirsten. I could feel her pussy start to contract tightly on my cock as she started to come. 'Oh shit Ben I'm coming!!! Holy fuck!!! I'm fucking coming Ben!!! Oh fuck!! Shit yea!! Oh my god!! Fuck!! FUCK!!' Kirsten was screaming. I thrust as deep into her as I could and she came hard all over my cock. I could feel her juices soaking into me as they ran down my cock. 'OOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!! FUCK!!! OHHH GOD!!! OOOHHH BEN!! Holy shit Ben!! Oh my fucking god, babe!!' Kirsten was still moaning as I left my hard cock inside her and turned my head to see Mari about to tip over the edge.

'Oh fuck Ben!! Fuck!! I'm gonna come babe!!! God Kirst, you sexy bitch!!! Hearing you come on Ben's cock almost made me come straight away!!!' Mari moaned.

'Come on his fingers Mari!! I wanna hear you come too babe!!! God, that was a fucking amazing orgasm!!!' Kirsten said. She slowly pulled off my still rock hard cock, which I was slightly disappointed about, and turned to face me. I rolled over onto my back, which gave me a better view of Mari, and also better access to her pussy. I fingered her a few more times before I felt the contractions on my fingers signalling the start of her orgasm.

'Holy shit Ben!!! Here it comes babe!!! Oh fuck here it comes!!! I'm gonna come!!! Oh fuck babe!!! I'm coming Ben!!! Oh fuck Ben!!! Oh yea babe!!! Oh god!!! You fucking like this Kirst?!?' Mari screamed as she tipped over the edge into a huge orgasm. I looked down to see Kirsten rubbing her clit and moaning softly as she watched Mari come.




After the Party



'FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! OOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!' Mari suddenly screamed louder than before and pulled my fingers from her pussy as she squirted a huge stream of come from her pussy into the air. This landed across my chest with some reaching all the way across to Kirsten. 'OHHH MY GOD!!!' Mari convulsed again and released another, smaller squirt from her pussy, which just landed on my chest this time. She screamed once more as a small squirt came out and drenched her pussy and the sheets. 'Oh shit Ben!! Fuck that was amazing!!! I don't think I've ever come that hard!!! Holy fuck!! Shit!!! Oh god!!! Fuck I think I'm still having small orgasms!!! God I'm sensitive!!!' Her landing strip was glistening with her pussy juices and my chest was covered as well.

I could hear moaning and gasping from Kirsten and I turned to watch her as she was tasting Mari's come that had sprayed onto her while she continued to finger her clit. As I watched her she rubbed faster and faster as she was about to orgasm. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip soflty trying not to moan too loudly. Her body shook as her orgasm hit her and she softly moaned Mari's name, so softly that I could only just hear it, 'Oh fuck yea Mari I'm coming on your face babe!! Oh fuck babe lick my clit!!! Taste my pussy you slut!!! Fuck I'm drenching your face Mari!! Oh god!!' I smiled as I hoped that her fantasy would be realised tonight. 

As I watched Kirsten have another orgasm, I felt warmth around my groin region. I looked down to see that Mari had shifted down and was looking at my throbbing cock. I'm about 7 inches long, but quite thick and I was soaked in Kirsten's juices. Mari lowered her head and I felt her warm lips slide over the head of my cock. She took half of my cock into her mouth. It felt like heaven with her soft tongue swirling around. She tasted Kirsten on me. 'Fuck your pussy tastes so good Kirst!' Mari said as she lifted off my cock. 'I'm gonna have to get a better taste later babe.' She winked at Kirsten before returning to my cock. Kirsten's breathing quickened as she realised that her fantasy might actually happen tonight. 

Mari's hot tongue and mouth on my hard cock felt amazing as she softly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. 'Fuck Mari that is amazing!! God your mouth feels amazing on my cock babe!!' I moaned. Kirsten moved closer to me, as she continued to rub her pussy, and began to whisper in my ear, 'O yea suck his cock Mari!! Mmmm I bet her mouth feels great Ben doesn't it. Fuck she looks like such a horny slut sucking your hard cock. I bet you wanna explode your come in her mouth don't you, you naughty boy?' While she whispered this I could hear her breathing getting faster as she rubbed her pussy harder.

'Oh fuck Mari!! Fucking god that feels amazing!!! Mmmm don't stop baby!!' I moaned as Mari continued with her amazing blowjob. 'God baby you're gonna make me come so fucking hard!!!'

'Not yet Ben!! I want you in me again babe!!' Kirsten whispered. She slid down to Mari and whispered in her ear. Mari looked slightly disappointed but also very horny. Kirsten kissed her quickly and deeply and Mari grinned. Lying on my back Kirsten straddled me and slowly lowered her soaking pussy onto my rock hard cock. I motioned to Mari that I wanted to taste her. She was so turned on that she quickly scrambled up and lowered herself onto my face, so that she was facing Kirsten.

I began to lick Mari's soaking pussy as Kirsten lowered herself fully down onto my cock. Her warm, wet pussy gripped my cock tightly, while I could hear Mari already beginning to moan as I licked her pussy. I pushed my tongue as far into her pussy as I could, tasting her sweet juices, before I swirled around her clit, which was standing out begging to be licked.

'Oh fuck Ben!! God babe!!! That's fucking amazing!! Shit!!! God you're gonna make me come again Ben!!' Mari moaned as she rode my face. She lifted of slightly and bent forward to suck on Kirsten's stiff nipples, as she rode my cock hard. Kirsten was moaning and gasping in pleasure as she impaled her pussy on my cock. The shock of Mari sucking her nipples caused her to scream louder.

'Oh shit Ben!! Oh god Mari!! Oh fuck!!! Oh my god!!! Fuck this is amazing!! Oh Mari suck my hard nipples!! Oh god Mari!!! Fuck you're gonna make me come on Ben's cock!!! Oh god!!! I'm coming!! Oh fuck I'm coming!!! FUCK!!! OOOOHHHH GOOODDD!!! OOOHHH BEN!!! OHHH MARI!!! Shit!!' Kirsten screamed as she came hard on my cock. Her tight pussy felt like it had my cock in a vice grip as her orgasm ripped through her. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer before I came as well. Kirsten was still riding my cock hard, as I pulled Mari back down to me to continue giving her pussy attention. Kirsten was still fucking me hard, and screaming, 'Holy shit Ben!! I'm coming again!!! God I can't fucking stop!! Oh my fucking god Ben!!! I'm coming so fucking hard!!!'

'Oh yea Kirst!! Fuck your pussy feels amazing babe!!! God I feel like I'm gonna explode!! I'm gonna come so hard!!' I moaned as her tight pussy contracted on my cock. I could feel her juices running down my cock and soaking my groin as she came hard.  'Oh god Ben your tongue feels so fucking great!!' Mari moaned, 'God I'm so fucking horny Ben!! God I'm getting close again!! Make me come Ben!! Make me soak your face with my pussy!! Oh fuck!!' Kirsten leaned forward and licked her stiff nipples. 'Oh shit Kirst!! Oh baby!! Oh fuck yea Kirst suck my hard nipples you slut!! Oh fuck that's gonna make me come!! Oh god Ben I'm gonna fucking come babe!!! God fuck me with you tongue!! Oh shit!!! Fuck!!! O yea!!! O fuck Kirst!!! Oh baby!!! Oh my god Ben!!! FUUUCCCKK!!! I'M COMING!!! OOOOOOHHHHH GGGOOOOODDDD!!!' Mari screamed loudly as she came. 

Kirsten sat up and continued to ride my cock as Mari leaned back and squirted her pussy juices everywhere. Her first huge squirt went the full length of my body and hit Kirsten on her breasts and began to run down her body. The second squirt hit Kirsten again this time on her lower tummy just above her pussy. Mari squirted hard again, reaching Kirsten's pussy and my cock, and then finished with two smaller squirts, soaking my face and chest. She then rolled off me and lay there panting.

I looked back at Kirsten with her body glistening with Mari's juices. One hand had got some of Mari's juices and she tasted Mari on her fingers, while the other hand rubbed her hard nipples, which were now lubed up with Mari's come. She had her eyes closed as she rode me, moaning mine and Mari's names.

'Shit Kirst I can't last much longer baby!!' I moaned, 'I wanna fucking come so hard!!'

'Come in me Ben!! Come with me babe!! I'm getting so close!! I want to feel your hot come in my pussy!!!! I want you to explode inside me Ben!!! Splash my pussy with your come baby!!! Oh fuck Ben!!!' Kirsten screamed.

'Oh god Kirst, you fucking horny slut!!' Mari moaned. I looked around to see her fingering her pussy yet again. God she is insatiable, I thought. 'Fuck, Kirst, you want his come don't you?!!? You fucking want his hot seed inside you!! You horny bitch!!! Oh fuck you turn me on you slut!! Fuck Kirst!! Oh fuck baby!! I'm gonna come again when Ben comes in your slutty pussy!!! Oh fuck Kirst!!'

'Oh fuck Ben I want your hot come!! Please fucking give it to me!!! Oh yea Mari I'm a fucking horny bitch!!! I'm your fucking horny bitch!! Oh fuck Mari fuck yourself for me!!! Make yourself fucking come again you fucking whore!!! Oh god you're a slut!!! Fucking come for me and Ben again as he fills me with his come!!! Oh god baby watching you is gonna make me come again!!! Oh fuck!!! O shit I'm coming again!!! Ben come for me!!! Oh Ben!!! OH FUCK!!! OHHH I'M COMING!!! OH MARI!!! SHIT!!! OH FUCK, BEN!!!!' Kirsten screamed as she rode my cock wildly. I could feel her orgasm sucking the come out of me.

'Oh fuck Kirst!!! O baby I'm coming!! Oh fuck!!! Oh yea I'm fucking coming in your pussy you hot bitch!!! FUCK!!! OH GOD!!!' My cock felt like it was about to explode and then released a huge stream of come inside Kirsten's pussy. I could feel her orgasm juices running down my cock as I mixed my come with her juices deep inside her horny pussy. 'Oh Ben I can feel your hot come!!! Fuck that feels so sexy!!! Fuck that is so fucking horny!!! Oh fuck yea baby!!! Fill me with your come!! Fill your horny slut with your load!!' Kirsten moaned as my cock continued to unload shot after shot of come into her tight pussy.

'Oh fuck Kirsten you fucking horny slut!!! You horny bitch!!! Oh my fucking god!! I'm gonna come babe!!!! God you fucking turn me on you two!!! Oh shit!!! God I want your come later Ben!! Kirst I wanna taste your come too!! Oh fuck I'm close!!! Oh shit!!! Oh fuck!!! I'm coming!!! OHH FUCK!!! SHIT!! OOOOHHHH GOD!!!' Mari screamed as she fingered her pussy to another orgasm. This time lying on her back, her come squirted up and landed on herself. The first squirt covered her breasts, with some splashing onto her own face. The second and third squirts splashed onto her stomach and back onto her pussy. She was soaked in her own juices and lay back panting, exhausted from all of her huge orgasms.

Kirsten slowly lifted herself off my cock. 'God Mari, you are so fucking sexy babe. You have to get Ben's cock in you later, it's fucking amazing.' Kirsten said. She turned back and kissed me hard and deep, before turning to Mari and kissing her the same. Then she lay down as we all caught our breath for a short while.

I knew that I would be able to go again tonight but I would need some recovery time. I lay there with Kirsten in the middle of Mari and I, thinking how great it would be to fuck Mari as well later. All of us were glistening with sweat and juices from Mari's explosive orgasms.

Kirsten rolled towards Mari, 'I want to make you come Mari. I want hear you moan my name as I make you squirt all over me.'

'Oh fuck Kirst!! God I want that babe!! I want to make you come as well Kirst!! I want to taste more of your sweet pussy.' Mari replied.

Kirsten kissed her hard and began to rub her hand over her body, softly swirling her finger around her nipples, which began to stiffen up again. 'Holy shit you turn me on Kirst!! Fuck yea babe that feels so good!!' Mari moaned. I knew that watching the two girls pleasure each other would definitely get me ready for another round of hard fucking.

Kirsten's hand was moving lower now, as Mari's gasping increased. 'Oh fuck! Please keep going!! Oh shit babe!! Rub my clit Kirst!!' Kirsten slowly slid her finger along the length of Mari's pussy before circling her clit, causing Mari to buck her hips off the bed and moan loudly. I could feel myself starting to get hard already, and knew that it wouldn't take long before I was hard and ready again.

Kirsten pulled her finger away from Mari's pussy and sucked her juices off it. 'Mmmmm fuck your pussy tastes good Mari. Fuck you're already so wet you horny bitch!!'

'Fuck babe that's coz you turn me on so fucking much!! God I'm fucking soaked for you Kirst!!

'Mmmmm, yea baby. So fucking sexy and horny. Tell me what you want Mari!!

'Oh god Kirst stop teasing me!! Make me come babe!!! Fuck I wanna come so bad!! I wanna squirt on your face!! I want you to taste my hot come!! Make this horny slut come all over you Kirst!!'

'That's right baby!! I want you to beg for it you slut!! I know you want to come!! I'm gonna make your whore pussy squirt you dirty bitch!!'

I was getting so turned on watching the show and listening to their dirty talk. Mari was getting so turned on by Kirsten, she was writhing on the bed trying desperately to get something to touch her horny, swollen pussy. Kirsten was sucking on her nipples in between her dirty talk, while she stroked the inside of Mari's thighs, just teasing her by getting close to her hot pussy and then moving it away.

Kirsten then suddenly slid two fingers deep into Mari's soaking pussy. Mari screamed, 'SHIT I'M COMING!! OH FUCK, I'M FUCKING COMING!!' Kirstens hand was soaked in pussy juice as Mari came again. She had been so turned on by Kirsten that just the feel of her fingers in her pussy had made her come. 

I was surprised at Kirsten. I knew that Mari had done stuff with other chicks, and enjoyed it, but I never had any idea that Kirsten was turned on by girls as well.

'Don't worry Mari, I haven't finished with you yet! I want to taste your hot, slutty pussy!! I want you to squirt your come in my mouth!!' Kirsten said as Mari came down off her quick orgasm.

'Here babe, take this,' Mari reached over the side of the bed into her bag and pulled out a pink vibrator, 'I want it in my pussy as you tongue fuck me Kirst!! I'll fucking squirt so hard on your face you horny bitch!! I'll soak your face and body with my hot come babe!!'

Kirsten grabbed the vibrator off Mari and turned it on. It was quite a small vibrator, obviously meant for being discreet in a handbag. The buzzing sound of the vibrator mingled with Mari's panting. I was hard again by now and watching these two sexy girls pleasure each other. Thinking of Mari using the vibrator on herself to have a sneaky orgasm whenever she wanted only added to my horniness. Kirsten pressed the vibrator against her nipples and moaned softly. She leaned over to me and kissed me hard and deep. 'Don't worry, this thing is no substitute for your cock babe!! I fucking loved feeling you come inside me!!' She whispered.

'Mmmm Kirst, fuck me baby!! I want feel your tongue on my pussy!!' Mari moaned.

Kirsten slid down the bed and kissed Mari softly on her landing strip, just above her soaked pussy, and slowly planted soft kisses down to the top of Mari's hot pussy. She flicked her tongue out lightly against Mari's clit. Mari screamed and shoved her pussy up against Kirsten's mouth, reaching down to grab her head and pull it against her pussy.

'Oh fuck Kirst!! That feels fucking amazing baby!! God I want you!! I want u to make me come babe!!'

'Mmmm that's good my horny little slut, fuck my face with your pussy!! Oh god Mari you taste so amazing baby!! I can't wait for you to come for me!! Cover me with your slut juices!!'

As Kirsten lapped away at Mari's pussy, she reached around and began to tease her own pussy with the vibrator. She softly humped on the vibrator as she held it against her wet clit. Kirsten then slid the vibrator inside her wet pussy and began to fuck herself with it.

'Oh god Kirsten!! Your tongue is magic baby!! God it feels so hot on my clit!! Keep doing that baby!! Oh my fucking god!! Oh baby I can see you fucking yourself you fucking whore!!! Fuck your slutty pussy with that toy!!! Fuck yourself you horny bitch!! Oh fuck Kirst!!' Mari was moaning loudly, 'HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! FUCK!!! OH MY GOD!!!' She screamed as Kirsten pulled the vibrator out of her own pussy and, slick with her juices, slid it into Mari's soaked pussy. Mari looked like she had a mini orgasm as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, but she kept pushing herself down onto the vibrator and Kirsten's face, signalling she didn't want it to stop. I leaned across and, while slowly stroking my hard cock, began to suck her gorgeous nipples that were standing out begging to be sucked on.

'Oh god Ben!! Oh shit Kirst!! Fuck me this is so amazing!! Oh my god!!' Mari screamed as I increased the pleasure in her body.

Kirsten was licking harder at Mari's clit as she started to fuck her pussy faster with the vibrator. Mari was moaning loudly and writhing on the bed. She was trying desperately to force herself against Kirsten's face, and also to get the vibrator deeper into her pussy. She was getting close, and her moans increased in volume as she did so.

'Oh god Mari! You're getting so fucking wet!! I bet you're close baby!! Come for me you naughty whore!! Squirt your slutty pussy juices all over your horny bitches face!!'

'Shit that's it Kirst!! Right there!! O fuck I love your dirty talk you slut!! Oh Ben keep sucking my nipples!!! Fuck I'm gonna come!! I'm gonna fucking come Kirst!! Oh my god!! Fuck me baby!! Fuck!!! Holy shit here it comes!! OH!! OHH!! OHHHH!! FUCK!!! OHHHH GOOODDDD!!! FUCK!!! OOOHHHH KIRST!!! I'M COMING BABY!!! OH KIRST I'M COMING ON YOUR FACE!!! OH MY GOD BABY!!! FUCK I'M SQUIRTING!!! OH FUCK BABY TASTE MY SLUTTY COME!!!' Mari screamed even louder than she had all night as her orgasm hit her. She shook hard as she bucked her hips up towards Kirsten and sprayed her come all over her face, once, then twice and then a third time, before falling back onto the bed and squirting three more times, soaking Kirsten, the bed and her own pussy.

Kirsten had caught a lot of come in her mouth and swallowed Mari's sweet come. She then leaned over to kiss me, and I could taste Mari's pussy as well. 'God her pussy tastes amazing doesn't it Ben?' Kirsten said to me. 

'God I love your slutty pussy Mari.' She said as she moved up and lay her body on top of Mari and kissed her, allowing Mari to taste her own pussy left on her face. Mari kissed her back and tasted her own pussy, before licking all over Kirsten's face and getting all of her own come, and then kissing Kirsten again.

'Wow you really are an insatiable little whore aren't you Mari.' Kirsten said.

'Holy shit Kirst. You were fucking magic. I've never come so hard in my life!! I honestly thought that I was going to pass out when I squirted on your face!!'

'Did you know that is the first time I've ever licked pussy?'

'Fuck I would never have believed it Kirst. You were unbelievable!! You gave me the best pleasure baby.' Mari was just lying there, recovering from her overpowering orgasm. 

I looked at Kirsten and could tell she was fucking horny. She wanted to get Mari's tongue on her clit and come with her. I reached over and slid two fingers into her pussy. She was dripping wet and I slid in with no resistance, rubbing my thumb across her hard clit.

'Holy fuck that feels good Ben!!' Kirsten moaned. She stroked her hand across her wet pussy and began to stroke my rock hard cock. Her wet hand lubricated up my cock and felt magic as she stroked me. For about a minute we stroked each other, getting closer to orgasm.

'Don't come yet babe.' Mari said to Kirsten, 'I want to taste your hot pussy and make you come on my face. I wanna taste your horny pussy juice. Lie down you horny slut and let me lick your pussy!'

Kirsten didn't waste any time. She lay on her back, spread her legs wide and pulled Mari's head down towards her soaked pussy. As Mari began to softly lick her, Kirsten began to moan, as I leaned over and sucked her rock hard nipples into my mouth.

'Ohhh shit Mari. God your tongue is so fucking hot on my pussy!!' Kirsten moaned. 'Fuck me with your fingers as well baby!!'

Mari slid two fingers into her pussy, I lifted my head up and just took in the sexy view of my best friend licking the beautiful shaved pussy of my other best friend, with her fingers also buried inside her wet pussy. My cock was twitching and I thought it would explode with pleasure soon, even without me touching it.

'Holy shit Mari!! Oh fuck baby!! You're fucking amazing at that!! Oh my god!! Oh god I'm getting fucking close already!! Oh god baby!! I'm gonna fucking come Mari!!' Kirsten screamed as she bucked against Mari's face and fingers. Suddenly, Mari stopped. 

'What the fuck!!' Kirsten almost yelled. 'I was so fucking close!!' 

'Patience, my horny little slut!! You're mine now!! I'll let you come when I want to!!' Mari said. Although it sounded a bit dominating she was smiling at Kirsten when she said it to let her know she wasn't serious. 'You'll be allowed to come when I've come on Ben's cock. I want to feel his hard cock filling my tight pussy until I squirt all over him! Then I'll let you come you horny bitch!'

'Ben what the fuck are you waiting for!!' Kirsten practically screamed. 'Get your fucking cock in this slut's pussy now and make her fucking come!! I need to fucking come so hard right now!!'




After the Party



I was more than happy to oblige. I had been rock hard for a while and was more than ready to fuck Mari with my hard cock. I positioned myself behind her as she was knelt down and bent over, licking Kirsten's pussy. Mari's pussy was soaked from all the orgasms she had already had that night. Her pussy looked so wet, tight and inviting. I pressed the head of my cock against her slit, and rubbed up and down a couple of times, lubricating my cock and teasing her clit. This caused Mari to gasp loudly in pleasure.

I positioned myself at the entrance to her sweet hole and slid my whole hard cock into her in one slow stroke. She was so turned on that I slid into her pussy so easily and her tight pussy muscles gripped my cock, trying to milk the come from me. Her pussy felt so tight and amazing that I was hard pressed not to come instantly as I pressed into her until my balls were touching her wet pussy lips.

'Holy fuck Kirsten you were so right!! His cock feels fucking amazing!!' Mari moaned as I entered her. 'Fuck my pussy Ben!! Fuck it hard!! Make me scream as I come on your cock!' She put her head back down to Kirsten's pussy and began to softly lick it again, starting her on her journey back to her orgasm.

I began to slide my cock in and out of her. Looking over her back I could watch her lick Kirsten's sweet pussy, even as she lay back with her eyes closed and her mouth falling open in ecstasy, as she played with her own stiff nipples, pulling and rubbing them.

'Oh god Ben fuck her hard!!' Kirsten moaned loudly, 'I need to fucking come so bad babe!! Please fuck her slutty pussy 'til she squirts!! Oh god Mari your tongue is magic!! Fuck baby I'm gonna come so fucking hard!! Fuck her Ben!! Oh please fuck her harder!! Make this bitch's pussy fucking come!! Oh god!!!!' I could hear Mari moaning into Kirsten's pussy as I starting fucking her pussy hard and deep. Her tight pussy was so wet that I was slipping in so easily, but her pussy was also clenching so tight on my cock. I felt like I was gonna explode. My cock had been so hard while the girls were playing, that I wasn't sure that I could fuck Mari for much longer without filling her pussy with my load.

'Fuck me Ben!! Oh God fuck me!!! Your cock is amazing!! Oh god I'm so fucking close!! Oh Ben I'm gonna come!!' Mari lifted her head from Kirsten's pussy and moaned.

'Fuck Mari, don't fucking stop now baby!!' Kirsten moaned as she pulled Mari's head back down towards her pussy, 'I'm so close to coming!!! Oh god baby make me come!! Please!!! I fucking need it!!! I need to fucking come so bad!!!'

I suddenly felt Mari's pussy clench tightly on my cock as her legs shook, and her pussy juices gushed all over my cock. I could hear her muffled moaning as she continued to lick Kirsten's pussy. Mari's pussy was clenching tightly on my hard cock, as I continued to thrust hard and deep into her. I knew that I couldn't hold out that much longer before my cock would explode its load of come.

'OOOOOHHHHHH FUCK!!!!' Kirsten screamed as she arched her back and pressed her pussy up against Mari's face. I could feel the bed shake as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. 'HOLY SHIT!! OH GOD!!! OHH FUCK MARI I'M COMING ON YOUR FACE!! OH MY GOD!! SHIT I'VE NEVER COME SO FUCKING HARD!! Oh god Mari!! You sexy fucking slut!! Oh god that was amazing!!'

Mari lifted her head from Kirsten's pussy, her chin glistening with her pussy juices, and screamed, 'OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I'M COMING BEN!! OH FUCK I'M COMING AGAIN!! OH FUCKING HELL I'M COMING!!' I felt another gush of her pussy juices cover my cock and balls as she came again, clamping tightly on my cock. Feeling her orgasm and seeing and hearing Kirsten come pushed me to the point of no return.

'Holy fuck, I'm fucking gonna come!!' I moaned.

'God I wanna taste you Ben.' Mari said, as she slid off my cock and turned around. 'Come on me Ben! Cover my slut face with your come babe!! I want to taste your hot load in my mouth and all over my face!' She moaned as she lifted her face to look up at me and softly licked the tip of my cock, tasting herself and my pre-come. Just then Kirsten joined her.

'I want to taste you as well Ben!! Share the load between your two sluts Ben!! I want to taste your creamy load and have you fill my mouth!!'

That was it. Looking down at the two sexy faces waiting for my come, I couldn't hold back anymore. Mari licked the slit of my cock head one more time, and I felt my balls tighten and the come boiling up my hard shaft.

'Oh Mari!! Oh Kirst!! Oh fuck I'm coming!! Take my load you filthy bitches!! Oh god!!'

My legs were shaking as I exploded all over Mari and Kirsten. They had a hand each on my cock, stroking it while it was wet with Mari's pussy juices. All the teasing and fucking from the night, combined with two hands stroking my cock, gave me the strongest orgasm I had ever had. The girls were aiming my cock at whoever wanted the next shot. I had my eyes closed, groaning as I unloaded over their faces. It felt like I was coming for ages, but was probably only 8 or 9 shots of come.

After my orgasm had subsided, I felt a tongue, and then two, licking my cock clean. I looked down to see both girls' faces with a generous load of come on it, while some had dropped down Mari's face and onto her tits. Mari looked up at me and grinned, as she scooped the come on her breasts up on her finger and sucked it into her mouth.

'Mmmm, god that tastes so good Ben!! You have to taste some Kirst.' Mari said.

She leaned over and kissed Kirsten deeply, allowing her to taste my come as she shared what was in her mouth. They continued to kiss deeply, with Kirsten pulling Mari closer to her. I moved away and sat back to watch as the girls embraced closer. As they pressed their bodies together, Kirsten's nipples brushed softly across Mari's nipples eliciting gasps of pleasure from both of them. Hearing this Kirsten lifted her hand and softly teased Mari's nipple even stiffer. Mari broke the kiss as she moaned softly.

I began to get hard again, much to my surprise after all the sex that I had had that night. I started to stroke myself as I watched the sensual display of lesbianism between these two gorgeous girls.

As Kirsten's hand slowly worked its way down towards Mari's wet slit, Mari's breathing quickened as she subtly pushed her mound unconsciously towards the probing hand. As Kirsten's fingers made contact with Mari's soft clit, she pulled away from the kiss as she gasped with pleasure. Kirsten slipped two fingers inside Mari's soaked pussy, causing Mari to moan loudly. Kirsten was getting obviously turned on by this and was rubbing her own wet pussy against Mari's thigh that was pressed between her legs. Kirsten's breathing was also quickening as the pleasure in her pussy increased. Needless to say, I was rock hard again.

'Oh shit Kirst, you're gonna make me come again babe!!' Mari moaned, 'God your pussy feels so wet against my leg!! I wanna feel your pussy on mine babe!!'

With that, Mari softly pushed Kirsten back so that she was lying back on the bed and laid back herself. She then wiggled forwards with her legs spread, between Kirsten's legs, until her hot pussy came into contact with Kirsten's.

'Oh fuck Mari!! That feels so good babe!! Your pussy feels so wet and hot and soft on mine!!' Kirsten managed to gasp out.

The girls began to grind their pussies against each other, moaning and gasping in pleasure as their hot pussies rubbed hot juices all over the others. As I was focussed on watching the girls, I was surprised when I realised that I was frantically stroking my hard cock, while watching this sexual, sensual show. Even after two huge orgasms, I could feel that I was getting close to coming again.

'Ohh fuck!!' I softly groaned, as my hand flew up and down my shaft.

'Oh yea Ben!! Come for us again babe!! I want your hot sperm baby!!' Mari gasped out, as she continued to press her pussy into Kirsten.

'Ohhh shit!! Shit!! Oh god, Mari!!' Kirsten moaned, 'Yea, Ben, come again!! Spurt your come all over our pussies!!

'Ohh yea Kirst!! Oh god babe!! Yea, Ben, fucking do that babe!! Cover our slutty pussies with your hot come!!'

That put me over the edge, I shifted closer and knelt next to the girls. They were humping their pussies together wildly now as they both approached another orgasm. I aimed my cock down as I could feel the come surging from my balls. The come exploded from the tip of my cock, spraying onto both pussies, surprising myself as I still had a good six or seven shots of come stored up.

'Oh god that is so hot Ben!!' Mari moaned as my come coated her pussy, her landing strip glistening with a mixture of my come and Kirsten's juices, while Kirsten's pussy was also soaked with my come and Mari's juices.

'Holy shit Ben!!' Kirsten moaned as well, 'God your come feels so hot on my clit baby!! Shit!! Oh god!! I'm gonna come!! Oh Mari!!'

'Oh god Kirst me too!! Oh Ben I can feel your hot come running down onto my clit!! Oh fuck!! I'm gonna come!! Shit!!'

'Oh Mari!! Oh shit baby!!'

'Oh yea Kirst!! Fuck yea!!'

'Oh Mari I'm gonna fucking come!! Oh baby!! Squirt your pussy juices all over my horny pussy!!'

'Oh god Kirst!! I'm gonna come baby!! Oh shit your such a sexy slut!! Fuck yea your pussy feels amazing!! Oh god I'm gonna come!!'

'OH MARI!!'

'OH KIRST!!'

'OH FUCK!!'

'OH GOD YEAH!!'

'OHHHH MARI!!'

'OHHH KIRST!!!'

'I'M COMING MARI!! OHHHHHH GOD!!!'

'I'M COMING KIRST!! OHHHHHH GOD!!!'

Kirsten's body shook as her orgasm washed over her, leaning back and moaning loudly as her pussy quivered from the pleasure. 

Mari screamed even louder as she came, her pussy gushing juices against Kirsten, and also soaking the bed. As she came, she pulled away from Kirsten and reached behind her for her vibrator still sitting by the pillow. She turned it on, and frantically shoved it into her sopping pussy. Mari thrust it deep into her pussy, and moaned loudly as she slid it out, releasing a squirt of come that sprayed into the air, before splattering down on Kirsten's body, covering her stomach and breasts in Mari's girl come. She continued thrusting the vibrator into her soaked pussy, moaning and releasing a squirt of come, another four times.

With a final thrust she screamed her pleasure, 'Oh Ben!! Oh KIRST!!! FUUUUUUUCKKKK!!!', and released an even stronger squirt that flew high into the air, and splattered a trail of Mari's come from Kirsten's face all the way down her body, joining the squirt juice that had already soaked Kirsten. Mari fell back onto the bed after her final squirt, moaning softly, with her legs shaking uncontrollably. A thin sheen of sweat and some of her own sex juices cover her body, and her face was still contorted in pleasure, as small orgasmic spasm wracked her body. Her pussy was glistening, as it was covered with a mixture of her own juices, Kirsten's pussy juices, and my come. Her thin landing strip still had remnants of my come on it, while it was also soaked from the girls' orgasmic juices.

Kirsten, who after her own orgasm from the pussy rubbing, was softly rubbing her clit as Mari unleashed her squirting orgasms over her body. When Mari's final squirt hit her face, with some landing in her mouth, she arched her back as another orgasm ripped through her. 'Oh fuck your pussy tastes so good!! God you sexy bitch!!! OHHH FUUUUCCCKKKK I'M COMING!!!!' Kirsten screamed, her fingers a blur across her wet clit, before she also collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily. Her body, face, and hair was soaked in Mari's juices, while I could see some of my come mixed in with the girls juices rubbed around her pussy. Her legs were still quivering, and I could see her wet clit just poking out from between her glistening pussy lips.

It had been an amazing night of sexual pleasure for all of us. I felt so lucky at having the chance to be with both girls at once, although I had been with Mari previously, this had been much more intense, and I had never seen her squirt so much. I had also finally had my chance to be with Kirsten. We were all exhausted, and could not be bothered moving. We all lay down together cuddled up in bed and fell asleep. Clean up could wait...



After The Party



I heard the clock chime from the hall, it was 11.15, as I stood by the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to boil. Click and I turn to see the steam wafting towards the ceiling. I lollop towards it, my head hurting with every step, my muscles aching. My own fault I know, but did it have to remind all the time!

I poured the black strong liquid, stirred it and turning I saw Emma standing by the door. I had not heard her come down. I smiled.

"Good morning." I said, inwardly wincing as my face muscle ached.

She replied walking towards me, dressed in a short red robe. She ruffled her wild hair trying to make it look presentable. I said the kettle had just boiled if she wanted anything. I suppose I should have been a good host and offered to make it, but I needed a sit down. And anyway she knew where everything was, she stayed here often enough.

I sat with my back to her nursing the hot cup, taking small sips, as I stared at the wall, trying to bring back my senses.

"I saw you last night." Emma said suddenly and quietly in my ear.

I nearly spilt my coffee I was not expecting her so close to me. Putting the cup down. I turned my head but she was back at the kettle.

Suddenly I remembered about last night. Emma and Marie, my daughter, in that room, in that position. I blushed very red as Emma put her cup on the table next to mine. She sat next to me, all the time looking at me with a knowing look on her face. There was a tense silence, me not wanting to look at her. I tried to obscure my face with the cup. Whilst she just stared at me for what seemed an awfully long time.

"I saw you last night in the room." 

I was shocked, in fact I was mortified that I'd been seen. I thought I was hidden from view, I kept so quiet, not wanting to be found out for watching two girls have oral sex. Let alone one of them being my daughter! I continued with the silence.

"I saw you last night in the room, sat in the armchair."

This was getting painful, almost torturous, but I never moved as I sipped the hot black coffee.

"I saw you last night in the room, sat in the armchair, watching, as I watched you." Emma said, licking her lips before taking her cup and slowly sipping from it.

I knew I should say something but I was tongue tied, now ashamed of what I'd seen and unable to offer any words of explanation. Hindsight is a wonderful thing went through my head. I could and should have stopped it. The drink, atmosphere and lateness of the hour were to blame I told myself. All lies I know but it was the only thing I could hide behind at this present moment.

Emma having put her cup down, again leaned closer to me.

"Cat got your tongue Mrs Anderson," she whispered, "Nothing to say in your defence."

I turned to face her, our heads only inches apart.

"Did you enjoy the little show?" She said, smiling.

Again I remained silent.

"Oh I think you did, I saw you looking at me, and you never took your eyes of me. I could see your hands in your lap. They told me everything." Emma said, seductively licking her lips.

The tension was broken by footsteps on the staircase. Marie plodded her way down them.

"I have not finished with this yet." She smirked and rose to greet Marie.

I breathed a sigh of relief as my daughter walked in and offered a warm good morning to us both. I half smiled back.

- * - 

By the middle of the afternoon I had to have a lie down in my room as the powers of recovery at my age were not as fast as they had been when I was younger. I now realised why I didn't drink very often. Two hours later and I felt a lot better as I made my way down stairs calling to see if anyone was in. No reply was forth coming so I went to the kitchen. I now had the munchies, looking in the fridge I saw some left over soup, which would do nicely until dinner later.

Just like this morning I was shocked to see Emma standing in the kitchen as I ate my snack. Again she had snuck up quietly. I stood for a moment not knowing what to say. Eventually I said.

"Where's Marie."

She smirked and made her way to the table. She wore a white shirt and a short black skirt. Her hair had gone from the wild look to a sleek pulled back style with a pony tail. 

"She's asleep in her room." She said sitting down opposite me.

"Do you want any soup, it's homemade and very nice." I said in between slurping.

She shook her head. The quiet tension returned for a moment before she spoke quietly.

"Did you know Marie was a lesbian?" She stated all so matter of fact.

I never replied but stopped eating my soup. I was embarrassed by the statement Emma had made, mainly because I did not know that Marie was gay. In fact I would have said she was very heterosexual from the conversations that we had over the last few years. 

"So you didn't then, guessing by your silence," Emma said nodding, "Naughty Marie, not telling mummy about her preference for girls." 

Emma put her elbows on the table her face closer to me.

"What about you?" She asked, "Now there's no Mr Anderson, do you prefer girls?"

I suddenly felt sick, I dropped my spoon in the bowl.

"How dare you! I'm a respectable woman." I said rather louder than I was expecting. 

With that I scraped the chair back and left very quickly. Away from this vile conversation and in my own kitchen as well. I walked into the lounge and sat down. But a minute later I got up and headed back to the kitchen. Emma was still sat there. I leaned on the table by her elbow.

"How dare you insinuate such things, get out of my house." I said quietly but with venom. 

She never moved, expect to turn her eyes away from me.

"Get out immediately." I repeated.

Nothing happened for a minute or so. I could feel my chest rising with the pent up anger, my breathing was ragged. I thought about my next move, should I yell at her or should I grab her and forcibly throw her out of the front door. Well, the next move came from Emma as it happens. She grabbed my hair pulled me towards her, and before I could react she kissed me hard on the lips. I tried to pull away, the pain shot through my head as she tightened her grip on my hair, her lips grinding into mine. My arms flailed wildly as I again pulled my lips away from her mouth, only to have them sucked harder for a moment, then she released my numb mouth.

"Now be quiet and kneel." She hissed into my face. My long black hair tangled around her fingers.

"I said kneel." She stated again.

I had no choice but to comply, the pain was to excruciating. I slowly lowered myself on the floor, my bare knees felt the coldness of the tiled floor. Her hand allowing me just enough leeway but all the time she kept a very tight grip. My eyes were watering, my face I could feel was contorted with the agony she was forcing upon me. She forced my head lower, down towards her lap. I resisted but she was way too strong for me. 

Emma pulled her black skirt up her thighs to her waist, revealing her sex, a very bare pussy. I tried to look away, but the pain stopped me, so I closed my eyes tight shut. Then I got the aroma of her heat, girl heat, I knew the smell but this was a whole new experience. The first time I had noticed another woman's.

"Look at it, fucking look at my cunt."

I half opened my eyes, then closed them quickly again. She laughed. I was appalled by her use of that word. She shuffled on the chair and my head was pushed closer to her pussy, now I could feel the heat, I could taste her aroma in my throat. Then my face touched the smooth skin.

"Why don't you kiss my lips, they're waiting you for, Mrs Anderson."

My eyes tight shut, my lips sucked in, not wanting to touch the wetness that I could feel on my cheek.

"Why not lick them, just like Marie did last night. I'm sure you saw how she pleasured my soaking wet cunt."

I wanted to say no or scream or doing something, anything. What stopped me was the thought that I would have to touch the slick wet lips, millimetres away from my mouth, to do so. We stayed like this for a minute.

"Not wanting to play at the moment, eh? Well we can save it until another time. Perhaps when Marie is awake. You know she is asleep now having had a wonderful self induced orgasm, as I watched, whilst you slept just across the corridor." She laughed again.

"Now I'm going to let you go in a moment. You will get up and stand by the table. You will stand there in silence until I say otherwise. Failure to comply and I will drag you back here."

She released the grip slowly, my hair untangling with little sharp pulls of pain. Getting up as I wiped my eyes, I nearly stumbled into the table in my effort to walk to the spot she had ordered. Looking over my shoulder I saw her thighs spread, her pussy lips now puffed with the excitement. I shuddered.

"Hands on head and do not move an inch." The words came as she rose from the table, the sound of her bare feet walking out of the room.

I was left there at least fifteen minutes, I know because the clock struck once in the hall. How had I got into this position? Why was I letting it happen? I had no answers for my inner voices. By right I should have walked upstairs, grabbed Emma and threw her out but, and this was the big but, she knew I'd watched my daughter Marie lick her pussy to orgasm. There was no escape, suppose she told people, what would they think of me! I started to cry again.

This time I did hear her coming into the room, mind the house was very quiet. I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye as she stood behind me.

"Turn around."

I swivelled around to face her. She pursed, and then licked her lips. She wiped away a tear from my cheek.

"Ok, you may go now," she said, "But remember this. I will be visiting you one day next week so we can discuss this matter further."

I blushed, my lip quivered and my eyes watered again as I stood awaiting her to move so I could make my escape. She stood to one side and I scurried upstairs to my room, into the bathroom, where I locked the door. I blubbed, like a little baby.

- * - 

I was on a knife edge, the fear of a knock at the door, a tap on my shoulder, the ring of the phone. I worked at a bank so at least I knew she could not catch me during the day. I tried to arrange things for the night, even going to the local pub on my own just to be away from the house.

Saturday came around eventually, I awoke early knowing Marie was in the house, alone without Emma. I had stayed up until she came home, just in case my tormentor decided to stay the night. The morning was bright and promised to be warm, I felt a relief as I sat with my daughter having a late breakfast, discussing the world around us. I tried to ask her if Emma was her girlfriend, but I couldn't find the right words despite having gone over the speech in my head plenty of times since last weekend. The moment had gone when she left the room, in a hurry, as she was going to be late meeting some friends. I sort of felt relieved as I knew that meant Emma would be there.

I sort of pottered about, doing those little jobs that I'd put off all week. Lastly I decided to tidy my wardrobe, not that it was a mess, it needed room making for the new summer dresses I knew I wanted. I finally decided, after an age of will I, wont I, on the three I was to take to the charity shop.

Suddenly I had the fright of my life. There stood Emma at the end of my bed. I put my hand to my mouth to stop another squeal. She smiled with those bright red lips, her hands fold behind her. The girl was wearing a short, tight black skirt and a figure hugging white sleeveless shirt. Her hair was in a platted ponytail which hung down across her shoulder. I backed away, in fear, hoping I could get to the sanctuary of the bathroom.

"Surprise." She said giggling.

I wasn't surprised, I was in shock.

"Now, now Mrs Anderson or may I call you Celia?"

I just nodded.

"Why that's kind of you." 

There was a pause, so I looked at the door to bathroom and cursed that it was shut.

"Celia I wouldn't go for the bathroom if I was you," she said shaking her head, "I want you to sit down on the bed and we can have a little chat."

I stood torn between decisions. I, against my better judgement, sat on my bed. Right on the edge, shaking, waiting for the next move from her. She sat right next to me, her stockinged leg touching mine, I moved away.

"I said I would visit this week and here I am. But you don't seem pleased to see me."

I wasn't and that was an understatement.

"I bet you thought you were safe and cosy here on your own. Marie out with friends, and I'm guessing, that you thought that would include me."

I flinched as he rubbed my arm with her fingers, I moved slowly away but she just continued with her light touches up and down.

"See I would have normally met her and our friends but I had other things to do today. I gave them my apologies."

"I had a very pressing engagement with a very beautiful, but very naughty lady. Yes this lady had the audacity to sit and watch her daughter tongue fuck this girl at a party."

I felt the water well up in my eyes. I was feeling humiliated by what she said.

"And this naughty lady, I believe, enjoyed it so much that she wants to try it for herself."

A tear rolled down my cheek. I went to stand up, but she was too quick for me, and grabbed my arm. Losing my balance I fell onto the floor.

"Leave me alone." I wailed at her. 

The tears flooded down my face. My head resting on her knees. I felt her stroke my hair, her fingers gently massaging it.

"Please, please." I said over and over.

"Shush now Celia. Tell me truthfully did you or did you not get turned on by seeing Marie lick my pussy?"

"Yes." I sniffled.

"See, that wasn't hard, was it." 

Emma eased her knees apart, I could again smell the aroma of her sex just like the other day and just like the other day she was without panties.

"I'm all wet, just for you, in fact I've had soaked panties all week. That's what you do to me Celia!"

Her hand was still teasing my hair as she helped me off the floor. I found myself sat on her knee. Her soothing fingers gently rubbing my neck, her other hand wiping away the tears. Then her bright red lips kissed my neck, softly twice. 

I was confused, my head spinning, not knowing what to do. I knew what she was doing was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right. It was true I had thought about last weekend, not just about seeing my daughter and her, but about her forcing me to see her naked wet pussy. I laid awake in bed late at night thinking about it, stroking myself until I felt the flood of sticky wetness on my hand. I cursed myself each time I cleaned myself up, ashamed of my feelings.

Her lips were now pecking my cheeks, the little tingle of them made me feel even warmer, but they were relaxing me. She eased the lips away.

"I want you to kiss me, on the lips," she whispered, "a proper kiss mind, you know, the one you've thought about all this last week."

She smiled, her hand behind my head pulling me gently, to her waiting painted mouth. I touched her lips, softly, her hand holding me there, the silky feel sent shivers through me and then I kissed them. My first proper kiss with a woman. Our lips locked together, the feel of them was a whole new experience. In fact I was disappointed when she pulled away. 

"My aren't we a fast learner."

I ignored her and kissed her again, this time with more urgency. Her tongue slipped between my lips, I could taste her lipstick. 

I lay back on the bed to catch my breath but she just straddled me and continued to kiss, tease and stroke my neck and my lips.

Emma sat up, her skirt had ridden to reveal her wet sex, and I stared at it.

"Okay, my little voyeur it's time you learnt a new trick with your tongue," she giggled, "but first I'm going to undress you. Get up."

Emma rose off me and pulled me up. 

"Stand still and I'll soon have you naked, just for me to play with as I please."

She very slowly eased, first my top, then my shorts off me, as she gently stroked my skin with her hands, fingers and lips. I had goose bumps with the anticipation of each new touch. My bra followed, my nipples stood out, hard and eager for a touch. I was not disappointed, first her hands caressed them, and then her lips teased my nipples. My panties were now that soaked I was glad when she took them off. I wasn't expecting her to sniff them and even less to lick them. She whispered divine before tossing them across the room.

"Turn around." She commanded

I shuffled round, she slapped my cheeks softly.

"Now my dirty little whore, you're going to kneel in front of me and use that tongue to kiss and lick my cunt." 

She paused, pinched my bottom. I squirmed away from the pain.

"Stand still slut," Her hand slapped my bottom again, harder this time, "You had better be as good as you were earlier with that tongue or you will really feel the wrath of my hand on your backside."

Emma walked to the window, turned, and beckoned me to her. I knelt at her feet, her calf length black boots touched my knees. Looking up she smiled and I knew What I had to do, what I wanted to do. Pushing the black skirt up her thighs I never took my eyes off her bald pussy, it glistened with juices. She pulled my head with her hand towards it, I wanted her to force me, even though I would do it willingly. My nose touched the wetness first, then my tongue tasted the juices, my first taste, it was different to what I imagined, but not unpleasant. 

Instinct took over after the first gentle kisses and licks. I found my tongue had a mind of its own. I just looked at the even wetter pussy, occasionally looking up to seek approval. None came but I guess I was doing something right as I felt her eager hips pushing to meet my eager tongue. Her hands grabbed my hair, I yelped but continued with my task to make her orgasm. I could feel her near, very near in fact. Her juices now on my cheeks and chin as they flowed from her cunt. There I've said it now, that word that was abhorrent to me. She bent her knees and with one last push down on my face, she had her orgasm. She slid down the wall and kissed me. Her tongue licking the juices, her juices from my face.

Ten minutes later, after she undressed, we were lying in bed, holding each other. Not a word had been said between us, we just touched and kissed each other, gently. It was as if none of her nasty words or actions had happened. But I was happy, the smile on her face told me that.

Eventually we got up and showered, separately. I was downstairs first and in the kitchen having a drink of orange juice, as turned I saw her standing there. How did she manage to sneak up on me every time! I offered her orange but she shook her head. She took the glass as I finished, put it on the worktop, and took my hand. She led me around to the end of the table, turned me so I faced her.

"Pull your dress up and sit on here."

I looked at her, her expression was stony faced, as she tapped the table with her hand.

"Now bitch." 

I grabbed the hem of my white dress and slowly raised it to my hips, revealing my fresh white panties. I slid my bum on to the cold table, my thighs resting against the edge. I felt a big tingle of excitement between my legs, my panties would soon be no longer very fresh. In fact they never stayed there long enough to get wet as she told me to remove them. I eased my bum off the table and pulled them down to my knees, I couldn't reach any further so I waggled my legs so that they dropped to my ankles.

Emma told be to lie back. I shuffled myself into position, it was not comfortable but I was so excited I did not realise it really. She pulled a chair round in front of me, sat down inches from thighs, and removed the knickers still hanging from my ankle before stroking me. The tingle shot straight to my aching pussy as my body twitched.




After The Party



Neil was bored and irritated. And feeling slightly frustrated, which was one reason for the boredom and irritation. 

Neil was a nice guy. Everyone said so. He was Mr. Dependable. If you wanted something done, Neil was willing to help out. This time it appeared to have bitten him. The request was simple enough. A couple of friends, Janet and Heather, shared a unit near him and had asked for a small favour. They were going to a party on Friday night. A women-only party, but could he be an angel and pick them up at about 11:00. They would be having a few drinks at the party and wouldn't be able to drive home. They didn't want to walk home that late at night. 

Not a big deal, Neil had thought. Just wander up, toot and then drop them off at their unit. So he had fronted up at 11:00 as requested but instead of coming out he had been invited in to sit and cool his heels while the girls talked. There were only the hostess, Brenda, his friends and one other woman still there, but they were nattering on and on about the things they'd had delivered.

It appeared that the unknown woman was Clarissa and she did sexy lingerie parties. Tonight's party had been a delivery of previously ordered items and a chance for the girls to compare their loot and perhaps order more. Now that the party had wound up the girls were still wanting to discuss all their new frilly bits and pieces.

Janet was holding up a small bit of nothing and comparing it to a similar small bit of nothing that Brenda was holding, asking for relative opinions on the two items. Catching a mumble from Neil, she flashed a smile at him and asked if he wanted to comment.

Neil shook his head, but Janet noticed he was still muttering to himself about something. She winked at the others and decided to goad Neil a little, getting him to express his opinion. 

"Come on, Neil," she coaxed, holding the scrap of lace in place. "Tell us what you think of these." 

Brenda, seeing what Janet was doing, turned and spread her loot for him to compare.

Neil had had enough. If they wanted to play cat and mouse games, let them find out who was the cat and whom the mouse. 

"They're both very nice," said Neil, keeping his face straight, "but to really judge them I'd need you to put them on."

Janet stared hard at him. "Do you really expect us to put these on and then flash our knickers so you can judge them?" she asked sarcastically.

Neil shrugged. "Not really. You asked and I answered, but don't worry, I realise you won't do it. For a start you'd have to lift your skirts so that I can see them properly. Flashing me wouldn't prove anything."

Janet glared at him. Brenda nudged her and said, "You started it. Do we back down or call his bluff?"

Janet switched her glare to Brenda, then giggled at her quizzical look. "I will if you will," she said.

At Brenda's answering giggle and nod, the two girls turned slipped off their panties and put on their new lace flimsies. They turned back to Neil, lifting their skirts and waiting for his comments.

Neil looked the two girls over, face straight. "Very nice," he said, a hint of doubt in his voice. "I notice you shave, Janet," he added blandly, laughing as she flushed and quickly dropped her skirt. 

"You don't exactly seem enthusiastic about them," said Brenda, having notice the edge of doubt he'd given his words.

"I have to admit," said Neil, "that while they're nice, they didn't give me the urge to rip them off you and ravish you. Perhaps if you were wearing matching bras and I could see them together?"

"You do have the matching bras, you know," said Clarissa. "It wouldn't take you long to slip them on."

"After that shaving comment, you expect me to put on the matching bra and give him a fashion show in my undies?" protested Janet.

"You started this," Brenda whispered to her, "and I don't feel like backing down in front of him or Clarissa. Let's make it all or nothing. That'll give us a legitimate out."

"Clarissa," Brenda said with a smile. "You're wearing a similar bra and panties set. Why don't you show him your set while I discuss this with Janet and Heather."

As the three girls went into a huddle, Clarissa was caught in a quandary. On the one hand, she'd had two successful parties. On the other, while willing to model her outfit for the girls, doing it for a strange man was something else. She glanced over at Neil, who was watching her expectantly. He didn't seem to be leering, just wanting to give an honest opinion. "He's gay," she realised. "That's why the others don't mind showing off to him." She smiled at Neil and doffing her dress, she did a model walk across in front of him and returned, giving him an excellent view of her scanties and the superb equipment that they nearly covered.

"Up to you now, Heather," said Brenda. "If you agree to model we're all stuck with it. If you say no, we can cry off with dignity."

Heather was giggling. "I didn't really think Clarissa would do it. She makes a point of no men attending her parties. I didn't buy undies, but I did get that very short and sexy nightie. I'll model that if you two do your undies?"

The girls excused themselves while they vanished into Brenda's bedroom to change. Waiting for them to return, Neil chatted to Clarissa, who had made no effort to put her dress back on. He was a little surprised at this but didn't say anything, just discussed how her party plan worked.

After a few moments Janet called out that they were ready, so Neil sat back to enjoy the show. Janet led the way, blushing at Neil's scrutiny, very conscious of the fact that yes, she did have a shaved pussy and he could apparently see it well enough to know.

As Janet bolted back to the bedroom Brenda came out, danced across in front of Neil, laughing and doing a little pirouette before heading back. Last, Heather in her short lacy nightie, laughing at the look of surprise and appreciation on Neil's face. Pausing for a moment in front of him, she pulled her shoulders back slightly, throwing her breast into prominence and causing her nightie to rise slightly, showing off the matching panties. The transparent matching panties Neil noted.

A few moments later the girls were all standing there, asking for his opinion, laughing. Neil laughed with them. "What can I say?" he asked. "You all looked truly delectable. There'd be no way I'd throw any of you out of my bedroom if you were standing there dressed like that."

"If you had to pick one of us," teased Heather, "which would it be?"

"Do you think I'm insane, to try to answer a question like that? Whoever I picked, I'd be offending the other three."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a spoilsport. Pick one of us and give us a reason why. We won't get upset will we, girls?"

With general agreement from the girls and further pressing, Neil finally nodded. 

"Ok. If I had the choice to pick one of you to finish undressing and, let's just say entertain, I'd pick Clarissa. The reason being this would probably be my only chance to take her, whereas I know where the rest of you live and I'll have more time to seduce you. Hopefully, when you're wearing those bits of nothing."

The girls laughed. "Isn't he sweet," said Clarissa. "If he wasn't gay I'd let him take these off me here and now so that he could entertain me, as he so delicately put it."

There was a short silence, then Heather spoke. "Really? If he wasn't gay you'd actually let him fuck you now in front of us. Please forgive my crudity. I was just surprised that you would admit it."

Clarissa laughed. "Seriously, I would. We could all get naked and you could enjoy the show. We're all adults. Have I shocked you?"

The three friends looked at each other for a moment. Then Brenda spoke. "Ah, this is your lucky day, Clarissa. Neil's not gay. When he said he'll have more time to seduce us he meant just that. He'll be trying to talk us into bed for months now and," flashing a smile at Neil, "who can say he won't succeed?" 

"True, Clarissa," added Janet. "Are you going to take your things off yourself or do you want us or Neil to help you?"

Heather laughed. "Really, Clarissa. You only need to look at that bulge in the front of his trousers to realise he's not gay."

Clarissa stood there, frozen, not knowing what to say. While not a virgin, she didn't currently have a boyfriend and didn't want one, nor did she want to fuck a man. Any man let alone one she had only just met, especially in front of other people.

"Don't let it worry you, Clarissa." Neil's amused voice broke into her reverie. "I don't know why you assumed that I'm gay but as well as not being gay, neither am I a rapist. I don't take unwilling women."

For some reason, the opportunity to back out with dignity offended Clarissa. He wasn't going to take her? How dare he? She was just as capable as giving him a good time as the other girls he wanted to seduce. Hell, she'd fuck him so hard he wouldn't even think of chasing the others. And she'd show the other girls how to service a man. 

"Who said I was unwilling?" Clarissa protested. "I was just surprised. I thought from the way the others were showing off their new lingerie that it was because they knew you wouldn't be trying to pounce on them."

"Oh, they knew that I'd be trying to pounce, all right. They were just assuming that there was safety in numbers, and I have to admit there is. Otherwise I'd be ravishing the three of them right now."

Janet giggled. "You just said that you don't take unwilling women," she pointed out.

"I don't," said Neil dryly. "I was talking about taking the three of you."

This time Brenda and Heather giggled, while Janet muttered something rude about arrogant men under her breath.

Turning back to Clarissa, Neil again let her know that he wasn't expecting her to put out just because of a few misplaced words.

Clarissa, however, had other ideas. She'd be damned if she'd let him back out after saying he'd like to fuck her. She found herself getting excited. She may have opened her mouth and put her foot in it, but this could be an interesting experience. She'd never had a one night stand before, and she suddenly realised she wanted to. There was warmth low in her stomach and as far as she was concerned those butterflies down there could use their damned wings to fan the fire that was starting.

Reaching behind her, Clarissa unclipped her bra and slipped it off, showing that her magnificent globes had no need for help. Brenda was the next to move, unclipping her bra and tossing it to the side, while Heather lifted her nightie over her head. A quizzical look from Neil to Janet had her lifting her head and unfastening her bra, even while a blush glowed on her face.

Clarissa looked at the others and smiled. "Before we go any further," she said, "we really should make sure Neil is ready."

As one, the girls turned to Neil and moved towards him. Drawing him to his feet they swiftly undressed him down to his boxers, despite his protests. 

Heather casually reached over and brushed the front of Neil's boxes. "It seems to me that he's ready," she murmured.

"Now instead of us taking off our panties," said Clarissa, "I think we should give that privilege to Neil, so that he can see what he's not getting when he take off your panties."

"That's reasonable," said Janet. "He can start with mine seeing he's made remarks about me already."

She stood in front of Neil, daring him to pull down her panties. Neil smiled lazily and knelt in front of her. To her shock he slid one hand down the front of her panties and the other down over her bottom, slipping the panties down as his hands moved smoothly over her pussy and bottom, gently rubbing and kneading them. Face flaming she moved away, hands dropping down in an automatic attempt to hide her nudity.

Moving on to Brenda, he divested her off her panties, eliciting a squeak from her when he tugged on her neatly trimmed fur, murmuring something to her that the others couldn't hear. Brenda, her face flushed, moved over to join Janet and was promptly asked what Neil had said. "He told me to shave before he seduces me," she hissed. "He likes a smooth pussy, apparently." Pointedly ignoring Janet's giggling, Brenda watched as Neil removed Heather's panties. 

With the other girls now divested of their clothes Neil moved towards Clarissa, who was suddenly feeling those qualms again. Instead of taking down her panties, Neil took her hand and placed it against his erection.

"This is your last chance to back down," he warned. "Once your panties are gone you're going to have that little thing you're holding pay close attention to you."

Holding his cock, testing its fullness, Clarissa damned her qualms. She was going to take this and enjoy it. Breathing harder, she took hold of the waist of his boxers and started working them down, pulling them out over his jutting cock and letting them fall.

"Not so little," she said, stroking its fullness, feeling the heat and hardness of it, "but I think I can handle it. Do you have any condoms with you?"

"I do. There's one in my wallet." Neil reached out a lazy hand to scoop up his trousers and extract it. "Do you want to put it on for me?"

"I don't think so," said Clarissa, taking it anyway. "Volunteer to fit this on, please," she called to the others. There was a moment of silence and then Janet stepped forward to take the condom. 

"Hold still, Neil," she said. She made a production of fitting on the condom, getting her vengeance for his teasing by taking her time, playing with his cock and teasing him in return.

Properly dressed for the occasion Neil now turned his attention to Clarissa. He reached down and started rubbing her pussy gently through her panties, feeling her warmth. Very shortly he could feel her pressing forward against his touch. Not wanting to stop his slow rubbing of her labia, Neil tossed an aside to the observers, asking Heather to remove Clarissa's panties.

With her panties gone, Neil now drew Clarissa hard against him, letting her feel this hardness and heat pressing against her pussy and lower stomach. He held her, one hand in the small of her back pressing her against him while his other hand moved up to close around one warm breast.

As he deftly manipulated her body, slowly turning up the heat and stirring the fires of desire Neil flicked a glance at the other women. They were sitting watching closely, and he could see that they were all excited to a greater or lesser extent. He noted that both Brenda and Heather were absent-mindedly rubbing themselves.

"The big question now is how do you want me to take you? Any ideas?" Neil asked Clarissa.

Clarissa shook her head, breathing hard. She was feeling hot and bothered, and the cure was pressing against her. She didn't care how she got her medicine as long as she got it, and soon.

"We have an audience. Maybe we should ask them?" Neil teased.

Clarissa looked shocked at the outrageous idea, then laughed. "Why not?" she said, turning to address the girls. "Do any of you have a favourite position you want us to try?" she called.

The girls blinked, startled. Brenda spoke up. "Make it doggy style," she suggested. Then we can get a better view of what he's doing to you."

"Alternatively, bend her over the chair and take her standing," chipped in Heather.

"Try both and see which way feels more comfortable," giggled Janet.

Clarissa shook her head. "Once you're in me I won't want any interruptions," she said. "We'll start as we mean to finish. Why don't Brenda and Heather show us the position they favour. Then I can judge which one to try?"

Heather and Brenda looked at each other, not sure how to take this. Then Heather shrugged. "It's easy enough," she said. "You just place your hand on the seat of the chair and lean over the arm like this."

As she bent over the chair Neil moved up behind her, pressing his erection against her pussy. "I see, and then I just press home?" he asked.

There was a nervous "Yes," from Heather, followed by a shriek of "No!" as Neil obeyed the yes and pressed forcefully forward. Withdrawing again, he apologised. 

"I'm sorry," Neil said, regret dripping from his voice. "When you said yes I thought you wanted me to demonstrate how it would go in."

"Liar," hissed Heather, sotto voce. "You did that deliberately. Go stick it to Clarissa."

"I will," replied Neil quietly. "Just remember it as a reminder of what's coming your way soon."

"Brenda," asked Clarissa, "do you want to demonstrate your position now?"

"Um, I'll think I'll pass for now. Maybe Heather might like to show you that position as well," she added, tongue in cheek.

Neil eased Clarissa over to the chair, encouraging her to lean forward over it. His hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen lips and gently teasing them apart, feeling her flower under his administrations.

Clarissa leant forward, both fearful and anticipating. She felt herself relaxing and enjoying the sensations as Neil played with her, easing her worries. She knew her lips were opening and started to tremble slightly as Neil brushed the head of his cock against her lips, edging between them and pressing against her hidden passage. 

Neil could tell that Clarissa was nervous. Obviously not a virgin but still extremely nervous about what was happening. Sensing that she might panic if he moved too quickly he took his time, letting his cock edge in between her lips until it was pressing towards her vagina. Slowly leaning forward he eased his cock into Clarissa, edging up into her vagina, moving slowly but steadily deeper.

Clarissa found herself concentrating on this intrusion that was happening to her body. The gentle rippling sensations flowing out from the intruder were a balm to her soul, over-riding the fear and pain she had experienced the last time she'd been with a man. This time her body was accepting, softening and welcoming the incursion. She found herself relaxing fully, once again ready to enjoy sexual activity.

The groan of relief that Clarissa gave was clearly audible to Neil as he fully entered her. He wasn't sure what had caused her reluctance but it was obvious that she'd been determined to overcome it and let him take her. Now that he was in her she seemed to have completely relaxed and to be enjoying the feel of him in her.

With Neil fully in her, Clarissa waited in anticipation for him to start taking her in earnest but found, to her surprise, that he seemed content to just hold himself within her while she adjusted to his presence. Feeling more confident (and hornier) by the moment she reached back to where one of his hands was holding her hip and pulled it up towards her breast. Taking the hint, Neil was quick to reach up and cup Clarissa's breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples with his thumbs. Satisfied that the time was right, he gently pressed his cock even deeper into Clarissa's warmth.

Feeling that extra surge deep inside her, Clarissa found herself pushing back against it, welcoming it. Outside distractions were forgotten. The audience was non-existent now as she started moving with Neil in the age old dance of life.

Moving slowly back and forth within Clarissa, Neil was enjoying the sensation flooding up from his erection. He was enjoying this and, glancing across at the girls watching, he was also enjoying having the other young women staring so fixedly at where he was driving in and out of Clarissa. He could see that all three were now rubbing their own pussies, albeit unconsciously. 

Still taking it slowly Neil continued to thrust into Clarissa, building up the tensions between them, riding her with no intention of stopping. An idea crossed his mind and he smiled, turning his attention towards the others for a moment.

Janet was standing closest to the pair enjoying themselves, fascinated at watching Neil take Clarissa. While not a virgin, she was not overly experienced and had never actually seen another couple making love. She was vaguely aware that she was hot and bothered, ok, excited about what was happening. She didn't notice Neil reaching out until she felt his hand close around her arm and draw her nearer.




After The Party



Pulling Janet closer to him, Neil turned her at the same time so that her back was to him. Letting go her arm he reached around her, holding her to his side while his hand closed over her pussy and squeezed. 

Janet gave a short squeak at finding herself held and her pussy being ruthlessly invaded by wandering fingers. She looked wide-eyed at Brenda and Heather, only to see they were laughing at her. She tried to glare at them but found it was hard to concentrate with Neil's fingers doing wicked things to her pussy. "And," she though indignantly, "he hasn't missed a stroke on Clarissa."

Neil felt Janet pull herself away from his grasp, and flicked a laughing look at her scarlet face. He winked at her before turning his complete attention back to Clarissa.

Clarissa was aware only of the cock inside her, its steady piston action driving her forward. That had been fine until now as she had been happy cruising along, but if she wanted to reach her destination then some acceleration was needed. She found herself demanding more, asking Neil to drive in harder, faster. She no longer wanted to coast; she wanted to race.

Answering the call Neil started driving harder, pulling almost fully out and then slamming back hard and fast. Clarissa was gasping in time to the pounding, her bottom bouncing up to receive Neil's every thrust, losing herself in the tumultuous call of life. Finally with a last frantic thrust Neill found himself spilling his seed, relieved to feel from Clarissa's contractions that she'd also arrived at the finishing point. Maybe a few seconds after him, but she'd arrived and that was what counted.

Driving Janet and Heather back to their unit later, Neil observed that Clarissa added a certain something to the term customer service.

Heather laughed. "You're not a customer," she pointed out, "and if we weren't all a little bit tipsy it wouldn't have happened. At least, we were tipsy. What's your excuse."

Neil grinned. "Blame it on irresistible temptation," he said.

"We'll excuse it this time, because Clarissa needed someone like you. She had a rather nasty experience a while back and has been nervous around men ever since. Her thinking you were gay is probably the best thing to happen to her for ages. It let her relax around you."

"Glad to be of service," said Neil. "Going back to your tipsiness, are you saying I should bring a bottle of wine when I come to see you tomorrow night?"

"I," said Heather smugly, "am going out tomorrow night. Janet will be home but maybe you'd better make it a bottle of vodka."

"I will not be sitting back drinking wine or vodka with you and waiting for you to pounce tomorrow night or any other night," stated Janet, "so don't bother calling."

Neil just smiled and wished the girls good night as he pulled up outside their unit.

- - -

Saturday evening about 9:00, Neil dropped in to see Janet and Heather. Janet answered the door and looked at him.

"Heather has gone out and I told you I'm not going to sit here sharing a bottle of wine waiting for you to pounce," Janet told him.

"I know Heather has gone out," Neil said with a smile. "I came to see you and I didn't bring any wine. Or vodka. I want you to be clear headed when I pounce so you know exactly what I'm doing to you. May I come in?"

Janet paused for a moment and then opened the door wider.



After the Party



Joey stood in the corner of his only sister's graduation party. Diane was giddy running around like an idiot in Joey's mind though it may just be sibling jealousy. Joey never got a graduation party even though he was a much better student; he usually made straight A's, where his sister consistently made C's.

Joey watched as their dad proudly put his arm around her, posing for pictures relatives were taking. She just turned 18, her birthday was last month, and Joey couldn't help but feel left out since this was her second major party, in two consecutive months. The weather was nice, in mid-sixties, so she ran around in cut-off denim shorts and a double-layered tank top. The bottom one was thicker white and top one was thin pink. Pink was always her favorite color, since he could remember.

Standing straight she was all of 5'6", had short brown hair cut off at the top of the neck, and green eyes. She wasn't what you would call large, but not completely skinny either, she was flat except for a small round mound on her stomach. Still she could get by with smaller cloths.

He had no right to judge, and he wasn't in the same shape like high school. At 6' 2'', Joey was taller than Diane, had red hair with blue eyes, a lot like their mom.

Though he was jealous, he knew why his parents spoiled Diane so much. Before Diane was born mom was pregnant with a girl, but lost the child in pregnancy. She was told she could never have kids again, a year later Diane was born.

Diane turned as her best friend Rita showed up at the party, the both rushed forward giving each other a hug.

"Oh my god, can you believe we're finally out of high school," Rita asked. 

"I know I can't wait for summer," Diane said. "I have to try out my new swimsuit."

Diane turned looking around, it was her dad's idea to have this party he always spoiled her ever since she was a baby. She could care less that she had it; it was a total snoozer. Her uncles' all showed up, and they were the dullest people imaginable. The only pleasure Diane got out of this was Joey's misery, he was always jealous of the attention she got from dad. For her the real party was going to start tonight, they were going to a real party to get drunk.

"Where's Joey?" Rita asked, looking over the crowd. Diane didn't know and up to that, point hadn't cared. She saw him when things first started slink into a corner. He couldn't still be there could he? Of course Diane knew the reason Rita was asking; she has had a crush on Joey and since the two of them became friends in Junior High. She couldn't figure out what she saw in him. 

Diane's eyes roamed searching for Joey and sure enough, he was in the same corner he slunk into at the beginning of the evening. No one had even come to talk to him; this was met with a brief moment of guilt from her. 

'So much for hiding in the corner' Joey thought as he turned to see Diane and Rita approach.

"There you are Joey," Diane stated simply. "Why are you sitting here by yourself?"

"No one I want to talk to," Joey replied, not trying to be rude though his tone told a different story.

"Hi Joey," Rita said in a very seductive tone.

'I can't believe she's hitting on him right in front of me.' Diane thought angrily.

"Hi," he returned, turning towards the two of them.

"So what have you been up to?" Rita asked in the same tone. Joey may not have had a lot of experience with women; but was smart enough to know Rita was coming on to him. Joey took pride in seeing the irritation in Diane's face, as she seemed to realize this too.

"Not much just finished finals. Going to be working most of the summer," Joey responded, he attended a local college and, from what he understood, Diane was going to do the same. Joey had a job at the local hardware store and now that it was summer, it was going to be near full time hours. It wasn't a dream job by any means but it paid his bills. 

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" Rita asked.

"Well, no." Joey responded.

"Great, we're going to a party tonight if you want to come," Rita offered 

"What?" Diane stated. She could not believe she had done this. Tonight was supposed to be fun and it wouldn't be if Joey was there.

"Sure," Joey accepted, knowing it was exactly the opposite of what his sister would want.

Rita turned and walked away with a victorious smile on her face. When Rita was out of sight, Diane turned and slapped Joey on the shoulder. It wasn't playful and that's the best way to put it.

"Ouch," Joey complained. "What the fuck was that for?"

"You're such a jerk," Diane insulted. "Why are you doing this? Why are you playing games with Rita, you know she likes you." Joey didn't know why she suddenly felt the urge to do this. They have both known about the crush for years now.

"Hey she's the one coming on to me, go slap her," Joey mumbled turning away from his sister.

The "party" ended, but it was just the start to the true party in Diane's mind. She was politely saying goodbye to her relatives, as she rushed over to Rita.

"Come on let's go," Diane urged. 

"Where are you two going?" Dad (Mike) asked.

"Out," Diane answered vaguely.

"Out where?" Dad probed.

"Don't worry dad," Diane heard Joey say. "I'm going with them." With that, their father seemed satisfied. 

They walked towards Joey's car; it was an old piece of junk that made squeaking noises when started. After starting up, Joey turned.

"So where's the party?" He asked.

"The lake," Diane said shyly.

'The Lake' was not an actually lake it was a pond on the other side of town, but was known for drinking parties, drugs and where a lot of people lose their virginity. Joey set his head back.

"You know I can't bring you there," Joey complained. "Dad will kill me."

"Look we're just going for a couple drinks," Diane rationalized.

"That's what everyone says," Joey mumbled. "I'm not putting my ass on the line so you can get drunk and raped by some d-bag."

"Please," Diane begged. "I'll never ask you for anything ever again."

"What a lie," Joey said under his breath but pulled out of the driveway to start the journey to 'the lake'

Three hours later 

They were at the party and Joey's fears were becoming a reality. Diane, who to his knowledge, had never drank before was on her seventh or eighth beer and stumbling around. The welcome relief was Rita took off at the same time and never came back. Joey hadn't seen her for a long time. 

Diane was dancing, head getting hazy from the alcohol. She barely noticed two guys grinding up against her. It was a party so Diane didn't fight it and started to grind back. After a couple songs, the grinding turned to groping. They were actually starting to put their hands inside her tank top. 

She found Joey still standing by himself, watching her. For a second she allowed it to happen, but then when she saw the look of concern on his face. She took the guys hands out of her shirt. Right after, she felt a hand going up her denim shorts.

"No...stop," Diane slurred but was barely audible over the music.

Joey watched the scene for a few seconds; two guys were groping his sister. She seemed to like it at first, but now was trying to push them away. This was proving fruitless, Joey thought about letting it happen. He had warned her, but she didn't listen, kind of you built your bed now lay in it type punishment.

Soon, the guys were pulling her away, in that instant Joey had a pain in his stomach that knew what was going to happen and jumped up to go stop it.

Diane was screaming as the two guys were dragging her away from the party; she was light-headed from screaming so hard. It was upsetting that no one at the party came to help, not even Joey. "Please, don't!"

The guys started to rip at her cloths exposing as much skin as they could before one pulled his already erect penis. 

"NOOOOO!" The guy was leaning down to start fucking her when someone grabbed him from behind. Diane blacked out but before she did she saw Joey fighting her attackers away.

The guys who dragged Diane away didn't seem interested in fighting, as soon as Joey pulled the one back and punched him they both turned running. He turned looking at his sister, her hair was now full of mud, part of her breast was exposed and her pants were pulled down. 

"Diane?" He asked bending down, she didn't respond. He grunted as he picked her up and carried her to the car.

An hour later

"Mnnnn" Diane moaned as she woke up. Not knowing where she was, she jumped up and started screaming.

"Shhhh," she heard Joey whisper. "It's okay, you're home."

Diane checked seeing she was in her own room. She was no longer dressed in her party cloths she was in her PJs. Had she been dreaming? She looked around and saw her dirty ripped cloths showing that she wasn't dreaming.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I hate to say 'I told you so', wait no actually I don't. I told you those types of guys were at 'The Lake' but you never listen."

"What about Rita?" Diane asked. 

"She's home."

"And Mom and Dad?"

"They're asleep; they didn't see me carry you in." Joey's tone was still harsh

"How did I get into my PJs?"

"Well I didn't know how long you were going to be asleep," Joey replied, not admitting to it directly. He saw the look on her face. "Don't worry it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Thanks...I guess," Diane said. The words came out weak even from Diane's point of view. She owed so much to Joey for what he just done for her. "Were you hurt?" Concern present in her voice.

"No, once I came they ran away." Joey answered. Although it was a slight lie, the hand that punched one of the attackers was swelling and hurt. "They probably thought I was your boyfriend." Joey added with snigger.

Diane touched the swelling hand gently, as she looked up in his blue eyes. "Thank you. I owe you for this."

"Yes you do." 

Maybe it was the beer still in her system, the emotion of him coming to her rescue (not only coming to her rescue at the party but from mom and dad's wrath) she didn't know or care she suddenly felt the urge to kiss him.

Joey sat looking at his sister, her green eyes were glowing, he was about to leave, but something kept him there. To think she was going to go to that party by herself. It he hadn't gone she would've been raped or even worse killed. The emotion he felt looking at her was unsettling, he felt like kissing her.

Both inched closer and closer, body language saying what didn't need to be spoken in words. They were only a foot or so away when Diane leaned forward the rest of the way to kiss him. Joey didn't fight the kiss, even pushed forward making the kiss harder.

Nothing happened after the kiss, but Diane didn't want to be alone, she asked Joey to stay in the room. He was going to sleep on the floor, but Diane insisted he sleep next to her. Once she was nestled in his arms, she felt safe and almost fell asleep instantly. 

Joey, on the other hand didn't fall asleep right away. When he did, he dreamed he wasn't at the party and saw what would've happened if he hadn't been there for her. He woke with a start, almost shooting up, but Diane's body prevented him from sitting all the way up. 

The light was coming in the windows, the clock showed 10 am, he was lucky he didn't have to work today. Plus, he felt his boner pushing into Diane's back. Not wanting her to see him like this, he crawled out of bed, and bent over trying to hide the bulge. He was able to exit the room, and quickly make his way down the hall to his room. There was a note waiting for him:

'We are going to be out shopping most of the day, call to check on you later, love mom'

Part of him came alive that his parents were gone, now he didn't have to worry about being caught in Diane's room or trying to explain why he was in there. Now something needed to be taken care of.

Closing his door gently he rushed and flopped on his bed; he reached for the porno magazines under his bed and paged through them. His boner was starting to deflate but still body was still incredibly horny and crying for help. He didn't have a very vivid imagination, but started to stroke slowly, and his boner came back in no time. He thought of the only thing that came to mind that made him harder and that was kissing Diane last night.

Diane woke feeling around the bed; Joey was gone. When did he leave...why...was this about the kiss? A brief moment of fear took over as she realized maybe mom and dad caught them sleeping together, something they haven't done since she was twelve, and punishing Joey for it. She climbed out of bed and turned looking. The house was very quiet, she went to the kitchen and family room; no one was there. Her parent's car was gone, she deduced that they went somewhere, but where was Joey? The only place she hadn't checked was his room. Slowly she made her way there, as she approached she heard moans coming from the inside. 

Without thinking she bent down, the doorframe had a small crack in it so you could see inside the room. She gasped when she saw Joey masturbating. She watched as he stroked himself over and over. Without realizing it her hands were inching down and inside her pajama shorts. She rubbed herself slowly in a circle; her climax was coming a lot sooner than it normally did. She couldn't believe it; she was getting off on watching her brother. Just as she was about to come, she heard him moan her name.

Joey had never reached this point this fast before, but the images from yesterday seeing his sister half-naked, changing her into pajamas and then kissing her kept replaying repeatedly like a slide show in his mind. Without even thinking about it, he moaned "ohhh Diane," he came, spilling his load all over his stomach.

After cleaning himself off he looked up, he had the strangest feeling he was being watched.

Diane was just starting to calm down from her climax, hearing her brother call her name while he was masturbating was too much and she couldn't contain her orgasm anymore. She turned looking back in the door but found he wasn't on his bed anymore and she heard his footsteps. Quickly she crawled back to her room just as his door opened.

Joey opened the door, still shirtless. Looking back and forth, no one was in the hall. He still had the feeling he was being watched, but was hungry. He put on a shirt and headed for the kitchen.

Diane, in her room watched a shadow pass from outside, Joey must be on his way to the kitchen. She ruffled her hair a little to make it look like she just woke up and opened her door.

She saw him in the kitchen; he turned to her and said "Morning."

Diane wasn't sure if it was anger or disappointment that he could seem so casual after what happened last night. She wanted to say something about the kiss but found herself saying "Morning."

Joey watched his sister get orange juice out of the fridge. He watched as she bent getting whatever it was she was looking for, and couldn't help but notice the bottoms of her pajamas were curving up and could see the bottom curves of her ass. He started to get hard again see his sister strutting around the kitchen.

'What am I doing?' Joey thought before last night he never thought of his sister this way. Yesterday he was upset and jealous of her, and today she was making him hard and he was masturbating thinking about her naked tits. They were a bit on the smaller side, probably B cup, but her nipples were what got Joey going. They were short and pointy and the rims were so small. Now he was getting very hard, and found himself hunching over trying to hide it.

Diane turned as she saw Joey bent almost in half. 'What's that about?' she wondered, it was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but the awkward silence between the two continued. After Diane finished toasting her bagel she sat down to read the paper. Once she was sitting she noticed Joey stand up straight then knew why he was bending he had a tent in his pants, 'he must've thought I was reading the paper and wouldn't see' she deduced and for the second time that day she was getting excited, and had to fight the urge to touch herself.

Joey sat down with his glass of milk and stole her apple. Normally this would have instigated a fight between the two but Diane seemed willing to part with it. 

"Work today?" Diane asked simply finally breaking the silence.

"No."

"Where are mom and dad?" 

"They went shopping; according to the note they were going to be gone most of the day." After that the silence took over, and neither seemed to be willing to break it again.

It has been two days since they kissed, Joey had masturbated regularly since and Diane was always the focal point when he was having an orgasm. It felt wrong but still made him incredibly horny. He dreamed the two of them were having sex last night. The dream was so fucking hot Joey woke when his pre-cum juices were coming out, any longer and he may have creamed the bed.

Today and tomorrow were his scheduled days off for the week. It was nice except he had to work the rest of the week. To his surprise Diane even started searching for a part time job, maybe the experience at the party had finally set a sense of responsibility in her.

The last two days have been confusing for Diane; she started job searching to try to keep her mind occupied. It wasn't working, she started seeing Joey in a new light since they masturbated together, she seemed to notice him hunching over more and more when she was around. She didn't know if she should be flattered or not that her brother seemed to find her sexually attractive.

She was surprised her parents haven't noticed the tension; usually she and Joey are always fighting, pulling pranks on each other or talking. The last two days had been filled with mostly awkward silence when they were around each other. Joey was going to be off today, he volunteered to do yard work as both parents said goodbye and left for work.

"Today," She spoke to her reflection in the mirror. "Today we talk." Her window was facing the back yard; she turned looking he was pushing the mower, shirt off, sweating like crazy. He wasn't the most muscular man in the world. His arms were covered in muscles, but his back and stomach were flat. She started to notice every time he turned and pushed the mower his arm muscles would flex. She looked down at his pants where his penis would be.

She took her shirt off and pulled her underwear down, continuing to look out the window, feeling herself as she watched him. She got wet almost instantly seeing his muscles continuing to flex against the resistance of the mower. Slowly she put one finger in her pussy that was trimmed but not shaved. After a couple moments the second finger joined, she was so caught up in the moment she forgot her window was open.

Joey was pushing the mower, in his mind, the yard was fine, but mom was really fussy about these things. He wanted to keep going but needed a drink badly so stopped the mower briefly to get a drink. After he sat for a few moments, the ringing in his ears subsided and he heard someone moaning and squeaking. He stood and looked at the house and noticed Diane's window open. He looked in; she was leaning up against her bed feeling herself. 

'How long has she been here? Was she watching me? Does she know I can see her right now?' Joey kept thinking over and over, as he watched his sister please herself.

"Ah...oh Joey," she called as she climaxed. Joey was stunned as he heard his sister call his name. Joey wanted to leave but he sat stunned, he knew she would realize the mower was off soon, and he didn't want to be caught watching her. 'Turn around' he kept telling himself but his gaze was stuck on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Only when she looked up did he snap back in reality and rushed back to the mower.




After The Party



It started as more of a soiree. My lovely friend Amy, a fellow student at the country college I was attending, had invited a bunch of us around to her student pad – an old house in town that she shared with three or four other students – for a few drinks and smokes on a Friday night.

Amy was a sweet girl, naturally beautiful with a slight aloofness that I read as shyness. She was Eurasian in appearance with black, glossy hair in a short bob, big dark almond eyes, and a sensuous mouth with full lips. Her body was compact and slender with an almost boyish figure, and I had secretly lusted after her for almost a year, since first meeting her at student orientation. In the time I had known her she had not had a boyfriend as far as I could tell, and I was not alone in thinking that she perhaps secretly preferred the company of girls. 

Nevertheless, we had become reasonably close as knockabout friends and drinking buddies. I was what was known as a 'mature age' student and, at 24 years of age, I suspect my relative worldliness may have had something to do with Amy's befriending me. Most first-year students, including Amy, were pretty much straight out of high school.

The party was a typical student affair; you know - sitting around, cask-wine, pot, loud music and even louder talking. I didn't talk to Amy much during the evening. As the hostess, she spent most of the time flitting from group to group, although once, when I did manage to catch her eye, she held my gaze slightly longer than usual, a little smile flickering around the corners of her pretty mouth. Despite the secret thrill it gave me, I put it down to our friendly familiarity and the quality of the local grass we were smoking. At one stage late in the evening, Amy's cute best friend Sara, a petite but curvy blonde, who must have had one too many cones, suddenly expressed an urgent need to lie down. Amy offered her room, and Sara, muttering general goodbyes and apologies, swayed off up the hall towards the front of the house.

As the night wore on we all got pretty trashed, more stoned than drunk in my case (I really can't drink and smoke at the same time or it wipes me out). Eventually a few people started to leave and then, within minutes it seemed, the living room was empty, apart from Amy and me and a handful of bodies, passed out on the lounge and in corners. We were both pretty whacked but feeling fine, and she asked if I wanted to crash on the floor of her room. Not relishing a long and lonely walk across town, I accepted gratefully.

Entering Amy's room, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light from a small, bedside lamp which had been draped with a scarf. An old queen-size bed dominated the room, and I could just make out the form of Amy's friend Sara, lying on her back, more or less in the middle of the bed. It was a warm night, and she had pushed the sheet down so that it was only covering her legs, leaving her exposed in dark knickers and a flimsy, short singlet or halter-top of indeterminate colour. The pale skin of her bare tummy and shoulders seemed to almost glow in the semi-darkness, and her deep, steady breathing indicated she was well and truly asleep.

I barely had time to register this image before Amy hurriedly stepped over the pile of clothes that Sara had obviously discarded immediately inside the door, and pulled the sheet up to cover the distinctly arousing form of her sleeping friend.

'Shit', she hissed softly, ' I forgot all about Sara being in here. Sorry. Still, it won't make any difference will it? I mean, to you crashing on the floor?'

'Are you sure?' I whispered, a tad disingenuously. 'I'd really hate to be a bother.'

'No, seriously, it's fine', she replied under her breath, going on tip-toe to the wardrobe in the corner. 'I'll just find an old doona you can use as a mattress.'

After rummaging quietly for a minute, she returned with a rather thin and musty old eiderdown, a pillow of similar vintage, and a folded blanket which I quickly went about fashioning into a rudimentary camp-bed on the floor. As I scrabbled about, cautious not to wake Sara, Amy surreptitiously moved back to the wardrobe, pulling the 50's style summer-dress she had been wearing over her head and carefully putting it on a hanger. Politely pretending not to look, I admired her slender bare back and shapely round bottom, clad in white satin knickers, as she bent, her back to me, to pull off her shoes. She pulled on a loose white t-shirt and as she did so, I caught a brief side-view of an incredibly cute small breast, the pale nipple indistinguishable from the surrounding flesh in the dim light of the late night bedroom.

My heart was beginning to pound and my breath was getting short. I quickly stripped off down to my briefs and was lying in my 'bed' by the time Amy turned around and padded back across the room. Stepping over me to climb onto the bed, she whispered, 'Good night, sleep tight. I'll leave the little lamp on in case Sara needs to get up in the night'.

She blew me a little goodnight kiss followed by a pretty smile, and slid down under the sheet next to Sara.

The inadequate thickness of my mattress, combined with the now more-than-adequate thickness of my burgeoning erection, made it very difficult to find a comfortable position in which to sleep. Consequently, it was after only a few minutes of tossing and turning that I heard Amy's soft voice asking, 'Look, do you want to come up here? There's not a lot of room, but if I squash up next to Sara...' 

Needless to say, a second invitation was not necessary. I stood up gratefully and, careful to conceal my raging hard-on (now bent sideways and straining at the cloth of my underpants), I slipped under the sheet beside her.

In her relaxed state, our bed-mate Sara had by now moved from the middle of the bed, but was still occupying most of the other half, top sheet included, leaving Amy and me with the other half between us. Trying to take up as little room as possible, and still wary of my tumescent prick, I lay on my side with my back to Amy, a tiny scrap of sheet clutched to my groin in modesty. Bound by the practicalities of the situation, Amy faced the same way, and with her shirt-clad front pressed against my bare back, spoons fashion, she rested a gentle hand on my shoulder.

My precarious position on the edge of the bed left my knees hanging over the side, with any wrong movement threatening to return me to the floor. With Amy's soft breasts against my back and my bottom in her lap, the tension in my pants was foremost in my mind. I was hardly in a position to relieve the tension myself, and realised I could not survive the night like this. Something must be done. I had to at least turn over.

Careful not to disturb either of my bed-mates, I began to manoeuvre my body in the confined space. Finally I was more-or-less on my back, albeit with my right shoulder and arm hanging off the edge. From this position I discovered I could see Amy's face and, with a shock, I saw that her eyes were wide open and were looking directly into mine.

Spontaneously, I turned my head and pressed my lips to hers. She didn't pull away, so I gently slipped the tip of my tongue out to explore. As it slid between her lips I felt the slippery tip of her tongue touch mine and quickly withdraw, only to return a second later as our tongues began a slow and tentative pas de deux. Almost automatically, my right hand found its way to Amy's left breast outside the soft cotton of her t-shirt, gently stroking and squeezing its soft firmness, the nipple responding noticeably to my fingers' ministrations.

It was at this point that my impatient cock chose to spring free of its confinement and, with a soft slapping noise, landed across the inside of Amy's right thigh. There was no going back from this point it seemed. Ignoring my penis' ungentlemanly behaviour, we continued kissing, and I slipped my hand under Amy's t-shirt. As I started stroking her flat tummy, I felt her little hand close around my turgid pole and give it a squeeze. (At a solid eight inches, I knew my cock was impressive enough, without being too scary).

'Mmmm...' she breathed as I kissed her neck, pushing up her t-shirt to expose her pretty tits. She began to stroke my cock to a slow rhythm, occasionally sliding her hand down to squeeze and tickle my balls. We were both struggling to control our breathing, aware of Sara's sleeping form only inches away.

My lips were grazing from breast to breast, my tongue swirling around each nipple in turn, occasionally stopping to gently suck one into my mouth, as my hand explored the smooth, new terrain of her lovely body. Her breathing had become ragged, a series of short gasps and quiet moans, and her hand began to squeeze my cock more urgently, her thumb doing swirls in the slippery pre-come covering my throbbing knob. 

So far, I had not touched Amy's pussy, apart from a few light squeezes and strokes between her legs though the thin satin of her panties. Now I slid my hand down across her smooth tummy, working my fingers under the elastic to feel the first sparse hairs of her soft bush, my middle finger locating the beginning of her slit among the silken fur. Cupping my hand slightly, I dipped my fingers down between her thighs, which fell further apart as my middle finger dipped between her plump lips to the hot, slippery wetness within. I covered her mouth with mine to stifle her low moans as my finger circled her small, hard clitoris briefly before burying itself deeply in her tight, wet cunt. Her hips jerked involuntarily, as she pushed herself against my fingers, her nails digging into my shoulder as she pulled me against her.

Seized with a sudden, terrible lust, we were both breathing heavily, trembling with the effort of minimising our movements and utterances. A few light snores and snuffles coming from Sara let us know she was still dead to the world, so I gently pushed the sheet aside, wary of disturbing Sara's slumber and, as carefully as I could manage, pulled Amy's knickers down, leaving her to push them off her feet while I removed my own. We were now totally naked, exposed to the warm night air next to the sheet-covered Sara.

Then, ever so carefully, I climbed over Amy's small body, my weight supported with elbows and knees while she managed to get a leg either side of me. I looked into her beautiful, deep, dark eyes, and, reaching down, guided the head of my aching cock toward the gates of heaven. Rubbing myself up and down in the silky, sparse fur, it took only a few seconds before I felt my glans slip between her cunt-lips and past the first, tight resistance of her entrance, to lodge itself just inside her. Her eyes still locked on mine, she arched her neck back and opened her mouth wide in what looked like a scream, but sounded like a breathy moan. I waited a few seconds before withdrawing slightly, and again pushing slowly but firmly further into her. This time she made a muted 'huh!', turning her head to the side, knuckles in her mouth, as I gained an inch or two before pausing again. After three or four more firm, gentle thrusts, her wetness was really flowing, and I soon found myself buried to the hilt in her sweet belly. 

The air was rich with the smell of sex as I paused momentarily , my cock twitching slightly, soaking inside her, allowing her to adjust to this throbbing intruder, before beginning a series of slow, deep, controlled thrusts, almost completely withdrawing before sliding all the way back in, over and over again. 

Putting her mouth to my ear she spoke softly, breathlessly, 'Oh fuck, that's good... go deeper, fuck me deeper ... please...'. Who was I to deny such a request? 

'For you – anything', I responded, and began pushing at the end of each thrust, feeling the tip of my cock press against the bottom of her cervix and my balls squash against her arse with each stroke. 

Her rhythmic sighs were becoming louder and louder, and I lifted myself up into a kneeling position between her open thighs. What a delicious sight! This dream girl, sprawled beneath me, eyes closed, mouth agape, one hand clutching the bedding beside her, the other clutching one of her own sweet breasts, as my cock slid relentlessly in and out of her divine body. It was then I noticed a slight, repetitive movement under the heaped sheet on the other side of the bed, and caught the glint of Sara's eye, flicking across her friend's rapturous face and the points where our bodies were meeting. It seemed our bed-mate was awake and, judging by the location of the repetitive movement under the sheet, was very much enjoying the little show her friend and I were putting on.

Realising there was now no need for restraint, I began to pick up the pace of my thrusting and, pushing one of Amy's legs back so her knee met her chest, I put the flat of my hand on her silky dark bush and slid my thumb down between us, into her soaking cleft, to rub little circles around the hard nub of her clitoris.

Her reaction was almost instant. Arching her neck and back until she was only supported by head, arms and one foot, she began spasmodically bucking her pelvis against me while uttering "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck", over and over, interspersed with the odd moan, as she lost herself, tumbling in the pounding surf of an apparently first-rate climax. Needless to say, the witnessing of such erotic abandon from so sweet a girl was not without its effect on me. I felt the sap rising in my balls and, grasping her hips, I began ploughing her luscious cunt in earnest, slamming in to the root with each hammering thrust as I began building to what promised to be a monumental come.

That was when she said, "Don't come inside me!"

Using every ounce of willpower, I immediately throttled back to a stop.

"What?" 

"Please - don't come inside me", she repeated, giving an apologetic look, as I struggled to rein in my confused cock, which lay rigid as a plank, twitching and oozing deep inside her.

(Note: Now, we're talking early eighties here - post-sexual revolution, pre-AIDS. Most girls were on the pill but even so, some preferred to minimise the risk of pregnancy by requesting their partner pull out before coming. Known locally in Sydney as "Getting off at Redfern" (the stop before Central station), this counter-intuitive practice was certainly not without its erotic possibilities...)

"OK", I responded, my mind working as I slowly started moving again. I was weighing up my options. Images of coming over her pretty tits and belly, perhaps her thighs and bush, swam in my head. I was pumping her steadily now, having pulled back from the brink, and was about to ask nicely if I could come in her mouth, when I heard a small voice say:

"You can come inside me..."

It was Sara. We had almost forgotten her, and now there she was, glowing palely in the half-light, no more that a couple of feet away. She had pushed the sheet aside and now lay there, her singlet pulled up above firm, round breasts, their dark nipples standing taut as she gazed directly at me, her face flushed with raw desire.

"...if you want..?"

She had pushed her skimpy knickers down slightly and was gently stroking herself with both hands, her fingers combing through the dark-straw-coloured thatch visible between her legs, occasionally dipping down to emerge glinting in the lamplight with the evidence of her aroused state.

I looked at Amy. "Do you mind if I..."

She gave a little mock frown, and then smiled sweetly. "Of course not. Mind if I watch, though?"

I returned her smile, my cock still inside her, and reached across to pull Sara's knickers off before sliding a hand up her thigh to the damp curls between her legs. God, she was wet! She groaned loudly as I slid two fingers deep into her molten honey-pot. I felt my cock begin to twitch again inside Amy and knew that I couldn't last much longer so, giving a couple of quick, short thrusts for good measure I withdrew, and with as much suavity as I could muster, clamoured from between Amy's legs to kneel between Sara's. My prick stood straight up against my belly, quivering, majestic, and slick with Amy's juices. Sarah stared at its rigid length, her eyes shining like new pennies as she reached to hold it. I leant forward to meet her lips and, at the instant I felt her sweet tongue touch mine, I felt the head of my manhood slide between her plump pussy lips, and my shaft sinking deep into the hot, clinging quicksand of her cunt.

She was clearly right on the edge, for I had only managed two or three more deep thrusts before she grabbed my arse with both hands and, pulling me fully inside her, started coming with a series of animal cries and moans as she ground her lush, juicy vulva hard against my pelvic bone.

I was aware of Amy kneeling beside us, her hand stroking my back as she watched her friend, thrashing like a landed fish on my rock-hard pole,.

For the second time in five minutes or so, the pressure started building, as my whole cock seemed to double in size, my balls tingling and burning in anticipation of their now inevitable release. When I felt Amy's soft, cool hand slide down across my buttocks, lightly grazing my arsehole before gently grasping and squeezing my bursting balls from behind, I lost all remaining control. With a sudden rush of pure pleasure my cock exploded, and I emptied myself into Sarah in a series of long, aching spurts, my shaft pulsing and twitching uncontrollably as I fell forward onto her to ride out the crashing waves of pleasure, my chest against her soft breasts, my lips pressed to her neck. 

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I could sense the first light of dawn through my closed eyelids as I awoke to the delicious sensation of having my soft cock licked and nibbled. Realizing where I was, and remembering the events of only a few hours before, I felt myself begin to stiffen as I wondered, eyes still closed, which of those lovely mouths was responsible for this beautifully rude awakening.

Opening one eye, I saw Amy lying naked on her side next to me, her head propped up on one hand as she watched through lowered eyelids. With her other hand she was tracing lazy little circles around her nipples.

Noticing my open eye, she smiled sexily and said, 'Sara reckoned she could make you come without waking you.'

'Damn', I responded croakily, 'Give me a second; I'm sure I can get back to sleep.'

Both girls giggled at this and, looking down, I watched as Sara, curled like a cat on the end of the bed, opened her mouth and slid about five inches of my now rampant tool into her hot little mouth. 'Yum', I thought, and reached out a hand to stroke Amy's thigh, shutting my eyes again to focus on the pure sensations.

Within the next half hour, I had fucked both girls again, revelling in their different internal textures – Sarah's cunt, still full of my come, made deliciously obscene noises as I swung in and out of her from behind, before withdrawing and slipping into Amy's smooth, tight channel for a few strokes, and so on... 

At one stage, I dared the girls to go down on each other. Blushing and giggling at the thought, they tentatively kissed, but were soon into it, tongues entwined, exploring each others bodies with their hands and fingers. Eventually they worked themselves into a sixty-nine position; side by side, and had barely put their tongues to work before they both came, writhing uncontrollably, and stifling their cries and moans between each others legs.

It came to an end when I found myself coming like a geyser in Amy's sweet mouth as she crouched over me, dark eyes looking into mine. As my spasms subsided, she relaxed her lips to let my come trickle back down my shaft and over her little hand.

'Mmmm...Hot...,' said Sara, watching her friend licking her lips.




After The Party



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We never repeated the experience - Sara caused a scandal a few months later by having an affair with one of her lecturers and, along with her scholarly lover, vanished from my world. Amy and I remained friends for a few years after. The occasional exchange of knowing glances between us was the only acknowledgement that the night had ever happened.

Last I heard, she had married and moved overseas. I wonder if she thinks of that night as often as I do.



After The Party



One week after the party Jason Moore was still having trouble coming to grips with what had transpired. Everything had happened so quickly. One moment he was doing his normal routine, the next he had his cock buried up his Aunt Carol's pussy. Her very wet, hot pussy. 

Just sitting there on the couch in his boxers reliving that moment was causing his cock to expand. With his eyes closed and his head back on the cushion he was able to visualize the event as if it were a movie he was watching. He could see his hands on her hips and his cock sliding in and out of her. His cock glistening from all the juices her cunt was secreting. The feel of her vaginal muscles squeezing his shaft each time he was pulling back was beyond incredible. And when her orgasm hit, her pussy had clamped down on him like a vice, forcing him to fall forward with her. That was all it had taken for him to explode, shooting his hot sticky cum deep inside her.

Not fully aware of what he was doing he reached into his boxers and pulled his now rock hard cock out. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip of it. He used his fingers and smeared it over the entire head of his cock and began to slowly stroke up and down the length of his shaft. He became aware of what he was doing as soon as the tingling spread from his balls up to his cock's head. He barely got his eyes opened before his cum came rushing out, sending rope after rope of spunk shooting out on the floor several inches from the couch. Damn, that's the third time this week he was going to have to clean the floor, Jason mused.

Jason was repulsed that he had screwed his own aunt, but oddly, aroused at the same time. He wasn't sure what to do. Should he confess to his aunt? Or should he just leave well enough alone? These thoughts plagued him day and night. If he had it to do over again, would he? The answer that came rushing to his mind was a total shock. Of course he would! That by far was one of the best fucks of his entire life. He was completely disgusted with himself. He had never had any incestuous thoughts about any of his family. Now, it seemed that was about all he could think of. 

From the age of fourteen Jason had been the man of the house. His father had been killed when a drunk driver ran a red light. The driver, a teenager from a very wealthy family, had survived. Instead of going through a messy lawsuit the family had settled out of court. This, on top of his father's life insurance, had left Jason's family with no financial worries. His mother had taken some of the money and opened up a small dress boutique. Within two years she had opened up two more. All of the shops flourished and allowed his mother more time to spend with him and his sister. She guided them in their everyday lives and also helped with their schooling. As a result, Jason excelled in academics and was awarded a scholarship to the local university. His mother offered to pay some of the expenses on the condition that he got a job. She wanted to instill a good work ethic in him. He had accepted her offer. However, the stripper job was the only one he found that would work with his academic schedule. He hadn't told his mother what he was doing to earn extra money, nor had she asked. He was content to leave it that way. If she were to ask, he would come up with something that was more appealing than being a male stripper.

Later that evening his boss phoned and asked if he would be available for a private party the next day. Being that today was Friday and he had no classes on Saturday, he said that he would. Then his boss explained that it was a repeat at the same address from a week ago. He also informed Jason that he had been asked for specifically. Without waiting for any reply, thinking everything was taken care of, his boss hung up. Jason sat there in stunned silence, knowing that his boss would be highly upset if he did not accept the assignment. Since the club he worked for made a commission on his private parties he was sure that if he failed to show up for this one, he would probably not receive any more private bookings. His boss could be quite vindictive when he wanted to be. So this left Jason very little choice in the matter. Maybe he could explain everything to his Aunt Carol when he saw her tomorrow, provided he could find the courage to do so. He leaned back on the couch and started to tremble slightly. Mostly from fear of what would happen once he revealed himself to his aunt, but also from the anticipation of seeing her again. His cock twitched slightly with that thought.

Wearing the clown outfit that he had worn the last time he was there, he arrived at his Aunt Carol's house just before noon. Unlike last time, there were no cars in the driveway or parked along the street. He decided to park on the street right past her driveway instead of parking in front of the house. He exited the car but left his CD player and bag of balloons behind. He was pretty sure that he would not need them. He was filled with dread as he slowly made his way up the walk to the house. He was just about to ring the doorbell when he noticed a note taped to the door that read: "Out back by the pool-come on back." Leaving the note there, he walked around the side of the house and came to an eight-foot tall wooden fence that surrounded the back yard. A heavy looking wrought-iron gate was installed in the fence but seeing no lock he opened it and stepped through into the backyard.

Standing just inside he noticed that the fence completely surrounded the entire yard, and was so tall it afforded complete privacy to the entire area. At the back of the house was a covered patio with outdoor furniture and a small table set up on. He could see on the table what appeared to be a pitcher of margaritas and only one glass. There was a sliding glass door that led into the house. The pool itself was set a short distance away from the patio toward the far corner of the yard. He let his eyes roam around the entire yard but saw no one anywhere. Small splashing sounds coming from the pool forced him to look in that direction. What he saw caused his jaw to drop and his eyes to bulge in their sockets.

Aunt Carol stood slowly up in the shallow end of the pool, water cascading down her body in little torrents, her thick red hair plastered to her head. Jason could only stare slack-jawed as she lifted her hands and pushed the mane of red locks back behind her ears. This caused her breast to lift prominently on her chest. The white string bikini she wore was almost transparent, her light brown areolas clearly visible through the material. Eraser sized nipples stained the fabric, as if trying to escape their captivity in the bikini's top. Taking all of her in, Jason allowed his eyes to roam further down her amazing body, coming to rest at the junction were her thighs met her hips. Strings on each side held the bottom part of the suit together. What greeted his eyes had to be the most perfect camel-toe he had ever seen. He could just make out the landing strip of pubic hair through the thin material of her bikini. She had just enough of a tan to contrast nicely with the white of the suit. His cock was rapidly expanding, threatening to burst out of the confines of the modified G-string he was wearing under the clown costume.

Carol stood up out of the water feeling it run down from her head, between her breasts before making its way to her crotch. She felt the snugness of her bikini bottoms riding up into the cleft of her pussy. She immediately felt the sensation of eyes boring holes through her. Opening her eyes she saw the guy in the clown costume standing about fifteen feet away with the look of a frightened deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. 

"Well, hello there Mr. Clown. Glad you could make it," she purred as she walked toward him.

Jason stood there speechless not knowing what to do. All he could do was gaze in awe at this amazing creature coming his way.

"Cat got your tongue?" she laughed softly.

"Glad to see you again," he finally stammered. His throat dry and his tongue felt like it had doubled in size.

Carol stood directly in front of him by this time. She reached up with both hands and grabbed his outfit were the seams with Velcro held the shoulders together. In one strong downward motion she yanked the outfit from him. He had not bothered to wear the silk boxers this time she noticed, so he was left standing there in just his shoes and modified G-string. This brought a sparkle to her hazel eyes, and a wide smile to her full lips.

"Now, that is so much better," she whispered as she lustfully drank in his nakedness. The bulge growing larger in the G-string almost caused her to drool with anticipation. She let her hands slide down his torso, past his abdomen, till she had one hand wrapped around his cloth-encased cock. Without taking her eyes from his, she began to softly stroke his manhood while her other hand reached under to firmly cup his balls.

As soon as Aunt Carol grabbed his cock Jason knew he was lost. The feeling of pure lust that overtook him was too powerful to fight. Bending down toward her upturned face he brought his lips to hers. His tongue snaked its way inside her mouth and collided with hers, while his hands wound their way around her to grasp her supple ass. He squeezed both cheeks roughly, feeling the soft flesh conform to the pressure his fingers applied. Taking his left hand off her ass, he reached to her hip and found the strings that held the suit on and tugged them loose. He did the same to the other side and felt the bottom of her bikini fall away. His hands were now roaming over the bare skin of her round ass cheeks, pulling them apart and then pushing them back together again. He slid his right hand down the between the crack of her ass until his fingers came to rest between her legs. Extending the middle finger, he slid it into her slit and let it trace a line from her anus to her clit. He repeated this several times, her wetness coating his finger until it was completely slick. Each time his finger hit her clit she would shudder slightly and a low moan would escape between their clinched lips. Slowly Jason pushed his finger deeper into her sopping slit until he finally found her entrance. He pushed his long finger up inside her cunt just enough for him to feel her muscles start to suck it in, then pulled it back out. Slowly Jason pushed more of his finger up inside until he had most of it in her. After a minute or so he felt her body go rigid and begin to shudder.

She felt his finger rubbing smoothly along her vaginal slit, digging deeper with each pass, until it finally pressed up and entered her. Barely inside, then slowly feeling more being steadily inserted. The pleasure coursing through her body was overwhelming; her cunt began to pulsate with each upward thrust of his finger. She could feel the fluid flowing copiously from her pussy, causing a squishy sound to be heard in the silence. Her orgasm hit in rippling waves, shooting throughout her entire body like a jolt of electricity. Carol pulled away from the kiss and gasped for much needed air.

"OH MY GOG! FUCK! Yeeesssss," she rasped, as tremors ran up and down the length of her body.

Jason was astonished by the intensity of her orgasm. Reaching with both hands, he grabbed the globes of her ass and lifted her off the ground. Without any hesitation, he carried her to one of the lounge chairs and gently laid her on her back. He ripped the modified G-string off himself, freeing the beast trapped within. His cock stood straight out from his body, pre-cum oozing freely from its swollen head. He had never had an erection this hard before; it was almost painful. He watched as Aunt Carol sat up on the lounger, then reached out and circled his manhood with her right hand. Gently her hand began to stroke back and forth along the length of his cock. He could feel the pressure building inside his balls, knowing that he would not last very long at this rate. Glancing down at her, he became aware that her top was still on. He reached behind her and tugged the strings holding her top together until they came undone; her top fell away, revealing her magnificent breast to his wide-eyed gaze. There was no hint of sag in them as they stood out proudly from her chest, the nipples erect and hard. The sight of them was all it took. Jason's cock exploded. The first strand of semen landed on her right nipple; the next few landing in various spots on her chest and stomach. She continued to stroke him, milking his balls empty. His knees buckled from the release and he sat down on the ground, his deflating cock still clasped in her smooth hand.

"God, that was amazing," he told her.

"You haven't seen anything yet, Mister Clown. Come lay up here and we will see if you can raise that pole back up," she said with a smirk.

Jason climbed on the lounger that his aunt had vacated and rolled onto his back. His head was pointed in the direction of the pool with his feet facing the sliding glass door. He watched as his aunt stood beside the chair staring down at him. This was the first real good look he had of her naked figure. He was very impressed with what he saw. Her breasts were firm and her stomach was flat. The small patch of hair above her pussy was auburn in color, proving that she was indeed a red head. He watched as she came and stood by his head, then slowly she lifted her left leg over until she was straddling his face. Looking directly between her legs, he saw she was clean-shaven except for the landing strip. Her inner labium was prominent, extending slightly past her outer lips and he could see the clit peeking out from its' protective hood.

Lifting his head a few inches, his tongue made contact with her soaking wet slit. He started licking it from one end to the other, savoring the musky smell and tangy taste of her. She lowered herself down fully onto his mouth and leaned forward. He felt her tongue start to lick the head of his penis while her hands rested on his thighs. Her breath was hot on his cock and he could feel it start to grow again. He sucked her clit between his lips and held it there, batting it gently with his tongue. A loud moan escaped her, right before her mouth swallowed about four inches of his rapidly expanding cock. Her head began to bob up and down on the end of his rod, while he shoved his tongue as deep as he could up her smoldering cunt. Neither of them was aware of the woman standing inside the glass door staring at this carnal display.

Nancy Moore arrived at her sister Carol's house at around twelve-twenty and parked in the driveway. Saturdays were usually spent with her younger sister. They would get together for lunch and exchange the gossip of the day, or just hang out with each other. She enjoyed her baby sister's company and relished listening to her exploits from the previous week. The two had always been very close growing up and were still that way.

She saw the note attached to the front door right away, so she tried the door and found it unlocked. Without hesitation she let herself in and headed toward the back patio expecting to see Carol lounging in the sun drinking some form of alcohol. What she saw when she got to the sliding glass door and peered out left her speechless. There was Carol sitting on someone's face while she inhaled what had to be the longest cock that Nancy had ever seen in her forty-nine years of life. She could see that her sister was only able to take about half of the hefty member down her throat without choking. A twinge of jealousy slipped quietly into the back of her mind as she watched the spectacle play out in front of her. It has been so long since she felt a real cock up her pussy that she couldn't really remember how it felt, Nancy thought to herself. Sure, her little eight-inch buddy tucked away in her nightstand took the edge off, but this magnificent specimen of man-meat was light years ahead of that. 

Before she realized what she was doing her hand slid down the front of her loose fitting summer dress and cupped her mound. Her fingers pressed inward against her blood-engorged clit, causing a shudder to course through her body. Without a conscious thought, her hands reached under the dress and pushed the blue satin panties she wore down her trembling legs, until they were in a pile at her feet. Her right hand moved, as if on autopilot, to her hair covered sex. Heat radiated from between her legs as her fingers worked their way through the thick bush of black hair covering her drenched slit. First one finger slid up inside, quickly followed by two more. She began to masturbate in total abandonment, never taking her eyes off the two people on the patio.

Carol removed her mouth from Jason's cock and glance over at the glass door. She knew that Nancy was supposed to come over; and there she was, standing at the door with three fingers rapidly plunging into her cunt. Carol was amazed at how hairy her older sister was. Placing a finger to her lips to indicate silence, she motioned for Nancy to come over to where she was. She had to gesture several times before getting a reaction from her sister. She watched as Nancy silently opened the glass door and headed in her direction, removing the summer dress as she approached. It looked to Carol as if her sister were in some sort of trance the closer she got. Carol continued to stroke Jason's saliva coated cock while holding it straight up in the air and smiling at her big sister.

Jason eagerly lapped at his Aunt Carol's slippery pussy, trying to get as much of her cunt cream in his mouth as he could. He let his tongue roam everywhere, even over her tiny rosebud. When his tongue traveled over her puckered asshole she let out a squeal of delight and ground her crotch harder on his face. He could feel the warm hotness of her mouth pull away from his cock, but was immediately replaced with a new sensation. What felt like soft feathers tickled the tip of his cock briefly, followed by a hot, wet feeling that slowly engulfed his entire cock head. At first he thought that his Aunt Carol had begun to suck again, but the heat and the slickness of the new sensation was much greater than it had been. He knew it was something else when his aunt stood up and moved away from him. Glancing down his body the sight that greeted him was incomprehensible. His mind raced, and his heart started beating rapidly in his chest. There, slowly lowering herself onto his cock was his mother, his very beautiful mother. 

He watched in near horror as his cock was slowly disappearing inside his mother's extremely wet and very hairy pussy. She was so wet that he could see little trickles of her juice sliding down his shaft. Lower and lower she slid, until almost all of him had disappeared up inside of her. The heat radiating from her was almost too much to bear. He could feel the walls of her vagina contracting against his shaft as if to make room for his invading manhood. He wanted to shout and tell her to stop, but all that came out was a ragged gasp. He was experiencing sensations that he had never felt before. No one had ever taken this much of his cock up inside before. But it was wrong, his mind cried out to him. This was his mother that was sitting on him with his cock stuffed up inside of her. For some reason that he could not understand, the thought that it was his mother seemed to make his cock get harder. How could this be, he wondered. How could his own mom possibly be arousing him? What he saw when he took her all in was a very beautiful woman. Her shoulder length black hair had small streaks of gray in it. Although her eyes were closed he knew that they were a sparkling blue-green color. Her breasts were large with just a slight hint of sagging, the silver dollar sized areolas a dark brown with small nipples protruding from them. Her stomach had a very slight bulge to it and he could just make out a few very faint stretch marks. From her waist, hips flared out moderately, and her legs were toned and long for her height. He couldn't help notice that her areolas were crinkled and the nipples erect, as if they had ice cubes touching them. The whole scene before him was so surreal. While he was trying to wrap his head around what was happening, Aunt Carol had moved behind his mother and was lightly rubbing her shoulders.




After The Party



He was powerless to do anything as he felt his mom start to rotate her hips in small circles, before she lifted up about an inch then lowered back down. He could see the determination in her face as each time she would let a little more of his raging cock slip from her pulsating cunt, before slowly lowering back down on him. His aunt had maneuvered behind his mom and her hands were busy kneading the soft flesh of her sister's breast. She was sitting on his thighs with her body pressed tightly up against his mother's back, all the time staring wide-eyed at his make-up smeared face. His mother increased her up and down motion and was leaning forward with her hands on his stomach. He reached down and placed his hands on her hips and started pulling her back and forth on his rock hard cock. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she increased the tempo of her undulating hips, rocking back and forth faster and faster. Moans of pure ecstasy were coming from her wide opened mouth. Jason felt the friction of her walls pulling at his manhood, the heat getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment. The pressure in his balls was becoming too much for him to stand. He knew that he was on the verge of flooding his own mother with the biggest load of spunk that he had ever shot. This knowledge, for some unknown reason, had the effect of intensifying the pleasure running through him. Tightening his grip on her hips he began to thrust upward to meet her downward ones. With his aunt sitting on his thighs however, it was hard for him to generate much power behind each push. 

"Aaaaaaargh! Yes, uuuuuunnngh!" Nancy screamed, then collapsed onto her lover's chest.

Jason wrapped his arms tightly around his mother and pushed up into her as far as he could. He felt her pussy quiver uncontrollably all along the length of his cock, the sensation causing his load of cum to rush out to blast against the deepest recesses of her pussy.

"Oh shit! Holy fucking shit!" he cried. "That was the best sex ever, Mo..." he started to blurt out before clamping his mouth tightly shut.

Everything was fine, he thought, as his mom just lay upon his chest with little shivers rippling through her. He started slowly caressing her back and whispering what a lovely women he thought she was in her ear. His penis start to get soft but was still lodged up inside her drenched pussy. He didn't want to move. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms and feel the warmth radiating from all parts of her magnificent being. 

Without saying anything, Nancy pushed herself into a sitting position. She could feel the cock deflating inside her well stretched hole, letting her know that she would be sore for at least a couple of days. She stared down at the man's face under her, seeing the smeared make-up around his nose, mouth and chin. This would be comical at any other time, she thought to herself as her eyes found his. There was something that she couldn't put her finger on about the guy. But she didn't ponder what it could be for long. Instead, she stood slowly up feeling the cock slip out of her along with several large globs of their mixed juices. She turned to her sister and whispered, "I'll see you later Carol." With that, she ran over and picked up her discarded dress and panties, hurriedly putting them on, before rushing from the house.

Jason watched as his mom fled, the image of her soft ass forever etched into his mind. He stood up and glanced in Aunt Carol's direction. She was at the end of the lounge chair staring back at him with a mischievous looking smile on her face.

"I have to go," he told her as he headed for the open glass door struggling to get his costume back on.

"Don't you want to get paid?" she asked.

"I already have," he replied.

It took him no time to reach his car, get it started, and pointed in the direction of his home. He was awash with feelings of shame and guilt for what he had done to his own mother, even if she didn't know it was her son. There was another feeling clawing at the back of his tortured mind. Way back where all the dark urges hide, until they could find a way into the daylight.



After the Party



Note for readers:

This is my first ever submission! Let me know your thoughts. 

This scene actually happens immediately after the conclusion of a novel I'm working on. At the moment, the book is called 'Blame.' If you're interested in reading it, you can let me know on here (that's possible, yeah?) - I'd love to hear some reviews on that.

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The soft light through my sheer curtains awoke me in the late morning, still warm and cozy in Kris's arms. Rather than wake her I decided to lie there and enjoy her warm embrace as the shadows shortened along my walls and floor. I felt guilty for having fallen asleep the previous night. I imagined Kris sliding her bra off her shoulders, hoping to reawaken me with the touch of her nipples on my back. I imagined her slumping against the pillow, crestfallen, when I continued to doze. I imagined her falling asleep unsatisfied after treating me so well. 

I rolled onto my back, careful to keep Kris's arms around me. Her eyelids, which still sported traces of makeup, fluttered softly. Her pale breasts moved gently as she inhaled and exhaled. I pressed my palm to her chest and rubbed her in long, smooth strokes, pausing at the top each time to squeeze her shoulder muscle. Her eyes opened slowly. I crooned to her: "You were unbelievable last night."

Kris gave me a sleepy smile, lifted her arm from atop me, and wiped just under my eyes with her thumb. "You got some makeup," she whispered. 

"Oh, shit. I do?" I rolled away and leapt to my feet to check the damage. Of course! I hadn't removed my makeup last night.

"Nooooo," Kris complained, still sleepy, from the bed. "Come baaack heeere." I rushed into the bathroom and slathered my face in makeup remover. The mint-colored cream remained on my face, setting, when I heard a soft knock at the door. I removed a toothbrush from my mouth and mumbled "who is it?" No one responded, but a slender, creamy hand pushed the door open. Kris walked in and picked up her toothbrush, totally bare except for her underwear. I looked down. I remained naked. I finished my routine and replaced the makeup remover in my medicine cabinet, next to a tube of avocado oil that I sometimes used on my hair. 

Hmmmm.

Kris spat toothpaste in the sink. I leaned over to her. "Come back to bed. I have something special for you."

"Spetha? Wha?" she mumbled around her toothbrush. 

"You'll have to come find out," I responded with a wink, "but..." I grabbed the avocado oil. "it involves this." 

I returned to my bed, and Kris soon followed. I patted the spot where she had slept and instructed her to lie face down. Then I straddled her butt as my knees sank into my soft comforter. "Do you like warm oil or cold oil?"

"Huh..."

"OK. cold?" I squirted some of the oil from my tube directly onto the small of Kris's back. I saw her grip tighten on the pillow where she had laid her head. 

Then I squirted a little into my palm and rubbed it between my hands. "Or warm?" I asked, placing my hands on her back and rubbing the warm oil into her shoulders. 

"Ohhhhh. Warmmm." The downy pillow slurred Kris's speech. 

I began just underneath Kris's ears and worked her neck and shoulder muscles with my fingers - all the way down, then back up, then down again. Then I sat up a little and ran the flats of my palms all over her back and down to her tailbone. I used long strokes from just above her butt all the way to her shoulders, then under them a little bit to her collarbone, then back down. 

"Ohhh," I heard Kris's voice from somewhere inside the pillow. I worked up and down her back, over her ribcage, back onto her shoulders, then down her arms. I lifted each of her hands and squeezed the pads of her fingers, massaged the webs between them, pressed my thumbs into her palms. The lubricating oil made the process so easy and smooth. 

I slid back over her shoulders, pressed into her lower back with my hands, and lifted myself off of her butt. Then I settled a little further down her legs, applied a little more oil, and began stroking her glutes. I let my hands slide right underneath her underwear until my fingertips poked out the waistband at the top. I applied my strength to the pressure points in the muscle by pressing the heels of my hands into them. Kris grunted appreciatively. Then I scooted even further down and massaged the backs of her legs. Long strokes took me all the way down to the backs of her knees, which I handled with special care. I lifted her feet and applied petrissage to her calf muscles; I stroked her shins, I squeezed her heels and worked the soles of her feet, the pads of her toes. I rubbed the tops, then pressed the sensitive skin between the toes with my thumb and forefinger. I massaged the sole some more. I moved down to the ankle, pulling and squeezing gently. I moved back up Kris's legs, past her butt, up to her shoulders. I resettled my weight on top of her strong glutes. I leaned down, rested my elbows on the pillow, and worked my fingers under her coppery curls at the base of her neck. I used all ten fingers to knead and caress her scalp, first at the base of her head, then behind her ears, then at the back, all the way up to the top. As I reached the front of her head and rubbed small circles in her temples, I heard Kris speak again: "Bless youuu." 

"Turn over and I'll do your face, too," I promised. Kris nodded.

I dismounted, and Kris turned over onto her back. Her breasts flattened a little against her ribcage, and her underwear stretched across her hip bones. I combed my fingers into her hair a little and massaged her brows, then her cheeks, with my thumbs. I moved down to her jaw and worked in small circles at the joint of the jaw. As it relaxed, Kris's mouth fell open a little. I moved down to her ears, squeezing the cartilage between my fingers and pulling downward just a little to activate the tiny muscles. Kris gave a soft moan. I moved underneath her jaw and began, ever so gently, to massage the underside and front of her neck with light strokes from bottom to top. I tickled her a little under her chin, then kissed her there. I then moved my hands to her collarbones, to her shoulders again, then out onto her biceps and forearms, kneading down to her wrists. 

Kris hadn't spoken since I turned her over, but she did make little noises often enough to let me know that she appreciated the touch. I rubbed the sides of my thumbs along her pecs with some pressure, just above her breasts. I tickled the valley between her breasts, rubbed the front of her ribcage, then kneaded and caressed her stomach and hips. I stroked the fronts of her hips with the heels of my hands, pressing down from my shoulders. Then I turned and applied my hands to the fronts of her thighs, all the way down to her knees. I took each knee cap between my fingers and moved it in little circles. Kris bent her knee in surprise at the first one, but then reassured me that she'd like me to do the second one, too. Then I slid my hands up the outsides of her thighs, back to her glutes, and pressed there again from this angle. 

I returned to her torso, pressing the muscles between her ribs, and lightly grazed the undersides of her breasts with my thumbs. I felt Kris's breath catch. I lowered my head, allowing my soft curls to tickle her chest and neck. 

"Do you want your breasts done, too?" 

"Mmm." 

I lifted her breasts from the sides and kneaded them in my hands. First the sides, then underneath, then on top. Finally, I squeezed them in my palms and devoted both my hands to each one, one at a time, caressing around the base and working up to the nipple, then grazing that with my fingers and squeezing it a little, too. Kris moaned as I did this. She moved her arm and laid it across my calves as I knelt above her. "This is the best." 

I leaned down, caressed her shoulders, and kissed her lips, then her eye sockets, then the tip of her nose. Then I placed my mouth beside her ear and asked "Where you would like additional attention?" 

"Mmm...more on my tummy, please," Kris gurgled. 

I returned to Kris's tummy and stroked up and down, squeezing her sides. She twisted a little to give me better access on each side, and I added a few kisses around her bellybutton. Then I slid back up so my lips were near her ear again. "Can I undress you?"

Kris opened her eyes slowly. 'But I'm und..."

I slid a finger into her waistband and snapped it gently against her skin. 

Kris closed her eyes again and let a smile cross her lips. "Oh, Tati, yes, do it." 

I moved down the bed, knelt behind her butt, and removed her underwear from her legs. As I did, I heard her voice above me; "Oh, Tati, I can't wait."

'Oh, is that how we think this goes?' I thought to myself. I decided Kris deserved additional teasing for that comment. 

I returned to her side. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer."

Kris's eyes opened again. She turned her head to the side and looked at me. She hadn't expected this response.

I rubbed her chest and kissed her neck to reassure her that she had said nothing wrong. Then I slid my hand down, down, between her legs. I tugged gently at the tuft of fur there. Kris smiled a little and gave that adorable soft grunt again. I slid further down and massaged her labia with my spread fingers. I pinched each one, just a little, between my thumb and forefinger, and I pulled gently downward. Kris's breath caught again. I offered her a little smile and a soft peck on the lips. She leaned her head over toward me. I slid my other arm underneath her, rolling her toward me, and held the back of her shoulder blade in my palm as I continued to stroke her. she placed her hands against my chest and arched her back. "Ohhh, Tati."

I took her clit between my index and middle fingers and began to slide up and downward, picking up speed over time. As Kris pressed her face against my collarbone, I added a side-to-side shiver to my hand movements to further stimulate her. Then I returned to caressing and spoke into her hair: "Do you want me to go inside?"

Kris said nothing. I kept caressing, assuming that that was a "no." Then I felt her nod. "Yeah."

I slid my index finger inside of Kris and curled it a little to touch the sensitive spots. Kris grabbed my shoulders as I slid in another finger beside the first and pressed downward, toward the bed. 

Kris dug her nails into me and cried into my skin. I continued like this, stroking the back of her shoulder with the tips of my fingers, until her heavy breathing devolved into haphazard moaning, then full-body shudders. As she came down from orgasm - a weak one, I'd have to do better - I removed my fingers from her and placed my palm flat against her, rubbing firmly. Kris laughed sheepishly into my chest. I kissed her just above her left breast, then pecked her on the lips again. 

"Keep going?"

"Ohhh. I think I...I want..."

"What is it?"

"I want your mouth." 

"All right." I slid out from beside Kris and rolled her onto her stomach. She resisted at first, clearly expecting to be rolled onto her back, but within a second she surrendered to my decisive movements.

Then I mounted her butt, placed my hands against her lower back, and leaned all the way down like a tiger lapping from a watering hole. I licked along the top of her shoulder, bringing my lips close to her skin to allow me to provide as much pressure as I could. Kris's skin tasted faintly of avocado. I felt her inhale. I brought my lips down to her curls. "Did that feel OK?"

"It's...like...chocolate covered pretzels."

I giggled, recalling our conversation months ago about chocolate covered pretzels. I nipped her gently on her shoulder. "More of it?"

Kris nodded into the pillow again.

So I started off down her back, pressing on her skin with my tongue and nipping it gently wherever it was loose enough for my teeth not to hurt her. I moved slowly to avoid exhausting my mouth - and so Kris could have nice pressure all the way down to her tailbone. I spent about 30 minutes working my way down there. Wherever she groaned - especially across her shoulder blades and in the dip of her back - I stayed for longer. When I got to the bottom, I planted earnest kisses on her glutes, sat up to stroke once with my palms all the way to the top and bottom. Then I reached underneath her, kneaded her breasts where they pressed into my comforter, returned to her back, and dismounted. I left one hand between her shoulder blades, at the top of her back. With the other, I grabbed a spare pillow, folded it in half against the bed, and held it next to Kris's hip. "Lift your hips up." She did, and I slid the pillow underneath her hips. It arched her back a little and lifted her butt. I ran my hand down to where her legs parted and began massaging her outer lips, as before. 

Kris purred like a kitten under my care. I used the same moves as before, gently pulling and rubbing each delicate piece. Meanwhile I rubbed in slow, gentle circles with the hand that rested between her shoulder blades, comforting her each time she gasped or arched her back in response to my ministrations. I kissed her tailbone, then laid my cheek against her back and asked "More inside?"

Kris nodded enthusiastically against the pillow.

Gently I inserted one finger, then two. After a little bit of internal rubbing, I eased a third one into her. I could feel Kris's vaginal walls stretch. I tickled her between the shoulder blades with my other hand, then ran it down between her legs to press my fingers against her clit. 

"Ohhh...what are you doing to me...oh..." I heard Kris murmur. 

"Should I stop?"

"NO!" 

Kris pressed into the pillow, bending her knees and baring her teeth.

I felt Kris coming to the edge, and I backed off. "More, please," she begged from inside the pillow. I smiled to myself and ignored her.

"Tati!" 

I kissed her buttock to let her know that I'd heard her. 

"Tatiiii..." she made several more utterances like this, her voice dripping with desperate anticipation. Finally, I decided I had tortured her long enough. I reapplied the pressure, and Kris's hips jerked beneath me. I worked steadily until her second climax erupted in wild leg-flailing and sustained groaning into the pillow. Better - but not perfect. I brought her down with gentle stroking.

"Can we go on your back again?"

Kris flipped and I returned immediately to stroking her between her legs. She protested a little "oh, Tati, it's sensitive," but I reassured her that I would go very gently. The pads of my fingers slid along the creases where Kris's inner thighs joined her body. Kris breathed heavily, staring at me over the tops of her breasts.

"Tell me if this becomes too much, OK?"

"It's OK now - it feels good. No harder, please."

"OK." I rotated myself so I now knelt between her spread legs. Above where my fingers continued to rub her, I closed my mouth over her clit - not hard, and not with a vacuum seal, but enough for Kris to feel my lips on her skin. 

Kris sat up a little. "Tati, oh my god..." I rubbed her tummy, and she returned to her supine position. "Ohhhh," she mewed every few breaths. 

As she calmed down, I began to apply my tongue, first in long, slow strokes, then in quicker, lapping strokes that reinvigorated Kris and made her writhe on the bed. "Ohohoh, Tati, oh..."

I shook my head back and forth as my curls danced along the insides of her thighs and the sensitive skin of her groin. She pulled in her legs, then began rubbing my sides with her feet. Oh, my God, that felt good. I moaned into her a little. I felt her squeeze me between her heels - she knew I liked it. I smiled against her skin. Then I returned to sucking in earnest, this time inserting one finger beneath my mouth and pressing gently downward again. 

"Tati, more please."

I turned my hand palm up and slid my finger out a little, searching for the sensitive spot against Kris's front wall. I found it and placed my finger against it. The light, steady pressure elicited more satisfied noises from Kris.

I slid my other hand underneath her and pressed along the crevice between her legs downward, downward...until it rested just above the pucker between her butt cheeks. 

I stopped there. Kris lifted her head to look at me. I met her eyes with a tender, loving gaze. My mouth was occupied, but I raised my eyebrows to ask her worldessly if she wanted me to do it. 

"Tati! I'm embarrassed."

I closed my eyes and shook my head, attempting to reassure her. Then I paused my ministrations and just rested my lips against her groin, batting my eyelashes. She threw her head back onto the pillow. 

"Ohhh, Tati..." She raised her head, shuffled her pillow under her neck to support herself, then held my gaze. I removed my lips from her skin to offer Kris a small smile. "No want?" 

"Tati...I've never..." she trailed off. I returned my lips to her skin and placed three sincere kisses against her lower stomach. If she didn't want it, I wouldn't pressure her. 

"Tati..." I looked up again. "Will it...I mean...will it hurt?"

I kissed her again before responding. "Some people don't care for it. Some people really like it. We don't have to do it, sweetie."

"Well now I...I kind of..."

I moved my lips downward again and ran my soft, warm tongue over the sensitive spot to the right of her clit. Rather than lap at it, I kept it covered, rubbing over it in both directions. I felt little tremors run through my girlfriend. "oooh, oooh-ooh..."

Kris breathed in deeply, then uttered my name again. 

I felt something against my left hand, which now laid flat beneath her tailbone. A few slender fingers. 

I looked up. Kris looked unusually pink, and she wouldn't meet my gaze directly. "What is it, babe?"

Kris's fingers placed downward pressure on my hand. "I...um...can we..."

Oh, I see.

"You want to try it, sweetie?"

Kris turned her head to the side and did her best to bury her sheepish grin in the pillow.

"We can try it if you want to. I'll be super gentle. If you don't want to keep going, we'll stop right away."

"I'm scared it'll feel good."

"Why?"

"Because I would feel weird...wanting that."

I rose to hands and knees and crawled up so I could speak into Kris's neck. "Sweetheart, it's just me. You can ask."

"Are you sure?"

"Promise."

I kissed her on either side of her neck. Then I licked her chin. 

Kris smiled at me. "No matter what, Tati, you always have to have something that I just receive and don't get to give."

"I didn't say that. Though I'll admit..." I kissed her neck, "Showing you nice things does make me feel pretty good about myself."

Kris pouted at me. I gently nipped her chin and spoke. "Give it a try?"

Kris nodded a little. "I wanna."

I kissed her lips, then worked my way down between her legs again to massage her rim with my unused hand. Kris began to relax. She made a soft noise. I whispered "Keep going?" and she nodded. I increased the pressure just a little. 

Kris's green eyes had begun to water. I lowered the rest of my body down between her legs and, without ceasing my motion against her slowly yielding muscles, applied my other hand to the sensitive spot just inside her labia. Finally, I lowered my tongue and lips to her clit again. 

Kris started to arch her back up in time with my motions, then she shut her eyes tightly and opened her mouth wide, unable to utter a peep, as her feet slid down my sides and her abs tensed. It was time. I pressed my lips down around her clit and lashed remorselessly with my tongue. 

Kris screamed. Her thighs clamped around my head, and I continued to lick her and rub her as best I could. I removed my hand from behind her to hold onto one of her hips as she writhed and gasped, grasping at my comforter for something to hold onto, pressing kisses into my pillows. 




After the Party



She held on for what felt like full minutes. I pressed the palm to her skin, holding her, supporting her. 

She sobbed as she held my head between her legs. "Please please! I can't take anymore! Oh, Tatiiii come onnnn..." I stopped moving my mouth and hand and just pressed against her as she calmed down. As her thighs loosened, I disconnected from Kris and straightened up, still sitting on my ankles between her legs, my hands pressing into my knees, my breasts pressed between my upper arms, an innocent smile on my face. 

She just gasped, staring. I decided not to move until she asked me to. I looked over at the clock. I had spent three hours on this girl. I returned my gaze to hers. The look in her eyes was more than worth it. I spoke quietly: "Did you like it?"

Kris's breathing returned to normal. She closed her legs and bent them down to the side. She held up her hands, still a little weak. 

On hands and knees, I raced to her side and gathered her in my arms. I pushed her head down onto my breasts and combed my fingers through her hair. I kissed her forehead. "You OK?"

Kris laced an arm around my neck. "Tati, I can't move." 

Even now, Kris could make me blush. I pressed my forehead to hers. "I've never wanted to do that to someone more in my life." 

Kris pulled her head away and looked at me. A bright, beautiful grin crossed her face. I felt myself melting inside, to have caused her to smile like that. She looked so gorgeous - and she was mine! All mine!

"How do you use your tongue for that long? I got so tired."

"Oh, I know some tricks."

"I need to learn these tricks."

"Later. Let's rest for now."

"No." Kris rolled over and straddled my legs, then laced her arms under mine and reached around my back. We started kissing. The oil I had rubbed into her skin made her feel extra soft and silky. I felt her leaning into me, pushing me backward and downward onto the pillows behind me. I could feel my hips and legs sliding through her knees, down the bed. She lifted me from the small of my back and resettled me against the comforter. She slipped her legs underneath my thighs, lowered a shoulder to the bed, and flipped us over so I lay on top of her. She moved one of her arms up my back to my shoulders, then flipped us again so she was back on top. My stomach fluttered every time Kris turned over my body so effortlessly. This time, we reached the edge of the bed. Kris lowered a leg to the floor and stood on it to keep us from falling. I felt myself beginning to slide, too, but she caught me with the inside of her thigh. I allowed my hip to lean against her, hoping she would flex it and push me back onto the bed. 

Instead, she dismounted me with the other leg, stood on the floor next to the bed, lifted me in her arms, bent her legs a little, and tossed me gently back to the center of the bed. I squealed in surprise as I sailed through the air, even though I was only airborne for a fraction of a second. 

My head hit the pillow and my curls fell down around me. I lay on my back, my legs hovering, bent, over my stomach, my arms splayed out on the pillows near my head. The bed became completely still. I turned my head in the direction from which I had flown. 

Kris had not followed me onto the bed, but instead remained beside it, standing, her legs shoulder width apart, her chest heaving. The sunlight from the window behind her illuminated her hair and highlighted her taut muscles. Her eyes bored into me with a hungry intensity that turned my joints to jelly. 

I stretched my arms upward to the headboard and arched my back, pressing my breasts upward toward the ceiling. Kris continued to watch me. As I relaxed from the stretch, I rolled onto my side, crossing my ankles and arching my back as much as I could. I supported my head with one hand and used the other to rub the comforter in front of me. 

"Papi..."

Kris exhaled heavily. 

"Papi...come back..." I groaned, rolling my shoulders back against the pillows.

That was all it took. I felt weight on the mattress and then a strong hand pushed my hip onto the bed so I lay on my back. And then she was over me, mounting me, her arms around me, her mouth against my neck, breathing hard as her hips thrust against mine. Her muscles rippled beneath her creamy, soft skin. I squirmed, but she managed to stay on top of me. Her muscled thigh found the parting of my legs and she sank down into it, then redoubled her thrusting both in speed and intensity. 

A warm, ticklish feeling exploded in my groin and radiated outwards. My curls bounced up and down on the pillows. After a moment, Kris slowed and began rolling her whole body from her shoulders to her hips to keep the strong thrusts coming.

"Ohhh, baby..." I crooned between thrusts. 

Then Kris stopped. She rose with her upper body, so she now knelt over one of my legs. She slid a hand under the back of my other knee and bent my leg over my stomach. Then she shuffled inward and placed the very top of her thigh against the meeting of mine. 

My eyes widened. I lifted my head and looked down. Kris raised her eyebrows at me, and I saw concern flash in her eyes. I had to encourage her.

I pulled back my bent leg, straightened it in the air, and set the back of my ankle on Kris's shoulder. 

Reassured, Kris placed her hands on the front of my thighs and rolled her body. The sensation of her muscles against mine - her fur tickling my leg, her velvety skin caressing me - combined with my prone position and the view of her powerful body controlling mine almost sent me over the edge. Even in my wildest dreams while watching Kris warm up for volleyball months ago, I never imagined anything like this. I gave a long, loud groan. Kris's curls tickled my lower calf where it rested on her shoulder. To my relief, she continued to roll her hips into me. I saw that cocky grin cross her face as I writhed beneath her. 

"Does this feel good?" Her voice came from above me carrying the last vestiges of her worry.

"Yesssss," I breathed between thrusts. I reached for her, but I couldn't properly grasp her hips or legs. I reached upward and set my hands against the headboard. Kris pumped faster. She leaned forward a little, rubbing the front of my left thigh as the her shoulder pushed my ankle toward my head. I felt the delightful warmth of a good stretch in the back of my leg. I reached back to rub it a little and get it to release. Kris noticed what I was doing and placed one of her hands on top of mine. "Allow me," she offered in a buttery voice. Her hand slid beneath mine and she stroked my hamstring, upward to the back of my knee and downward to my glute. Then she squeezed my glute and massaged it as she continued to press on me.

I was in heaven. I wanted to lie here and have this done to me for hours and hours. Kris's thrusts increased in pressure, and I felt myself nearing the edge. "Kris, I'm getting close." Kris lowered her gaze from my face to my stomach as she recommitted herself to the rolling, pumping motion. I noticed a bead of sweat making its way from her hairline down to her chin. 

Kris removed her hands from my leg and placed them around my waist, pressing down into me from her strong shoulders. She lifted her butt a little and ground harder into me, now grimacing with the effort. Her attempts not to look like she was straining made it all the more obvious, but I couldn't stop her. Her exhibition of strength against my body felt wonderful. Her hips continued, relentless, even as a second bead of sweat departed from her hairline. Her shoulders glistened. I found myself moaning with each exhale. Finally, Kris let herself go and began to grunt with each thrust. Those primal noises uttered in her normally soft, sweet voice finally sent me overboard.

My moans became one long, consistent cry. Kris continued her ministrations completely unabated. I reached for her, but I couldn't hold on. I grasped at the comforter, then at the headboard. The power of Kris's thigh sustained me until my voice ran out. My swooning seemed only to increase her excitement, and by the end Kris pumped into my skin faster than she had the whole time. 

Finally I was reduced to gasping, but Kris continued. And by God, it still felt good. The pressure was just dull enough that it didn't become painful as my orgasm fizzled, but rather felt comforting. Finally, I managed to set my hands on Kris's hips as she thrust. I squeezed her skin in my palms and gave a soft croak every few times she pounded against me. I heard Kris force out a whisper through her exertion: "Jesus, Tati..." She moved her hands from my waist down to the bed, supported some more of her weight on her arms, and began to pump with renewed vigor, her eyes now focused on the valley between my breasts. 

I slid my hands to her shoulders. my arms against the outsides of hers, and held on tightly as the pleasure mounted again. "Oh...ohGod Kris...I'm coming again...please..."

I saw a miniscule smile flash across Kris's face before the look of intense concentration returned. Her shoulders began to quiver. I ran my hands down her arms and trailed the tips of my fingers over the sensitive skin on her forearms. She swallowed a moan, desperate to save her breath for breathing rather than crying out. Then, suddenly, she fell to her forearms, pausing her hip action. I gave a surprised squeal "Ah!" and my leg slid off her shoulder. I wrapped it around her back and slid my calf up and down a couple of times, caressing her as best I could. Then I reached up and stroked across the backs of her shoulders. She jump-started her hips again and continued. 

From this small distance, I could hear a low, continuous growl in Kris's throat that peaked a little with each strong motion. Then she switched to longer strokes, grinding deeply into my skin with hers. I gasped, then closed my eyes and arched my back, burying Kris's face in my cleavage. Rather than pull away, she pressed into the soft skin on the inner curves of my breasts. From there I heard her wail, and a deep shock of pleasure pulsed through me again. I wailed, too, and craned my neck to bury my mouth in Kris's hair as I came. 

Kris opened her lips against my skin as orgasm overtook her. The rush of serotonin bolstered her endurance one last time, and she treated me to a series of short, hard pumps. I felt as if my skin were rippling. I moved my arms around Kris's head to hold her face against my chest. Kris went to raise her head. At first I kept her pinned to me, but then she used her arms against the bed to press herself free of my grasp. She gasped for air for a full minute. The poor thing looked like she had just run a race. I watched her with compassion, then reached to my nightstand and felt for my water bottle. I found it. It felt light, but when I brought it into my view I could see that it still had about 10 ozs. in it - one third full. I set it on my breastbone and held it there with my hands, but Kris placed her hand around the cap and laid it down so we could see each others' faces again. I held it out to the side, unscrewed the cap, and held it out for her. 

Kris slowly raised her torso off of mine. I bent the knee of the leg that she knelt over to give her a backrest. To my delight, she leaned against it. Then she grabbed the water bottle, raised it to her lips, and chugged it, chin up, eyes closed, throat oscillating as she gulped down the refreshing liquid. She finished it, turned her eyes to mine, and sighed. 

"That was a workout, Tatya." 

"I should have stopped you. I just couldn't bring myself. I'm sorry." 

Kris replaced her torso on top of mine and rested her head on my chest. "No you shouldn't have, Tatya. I've never ever wanted to please someone so much."

"And you succeeded."

Kris raised her head. "Really?"

I nodded. "Really really. I love watching you show off." 

"When I show off what - my exhausted face or my breathless panting? Neither one exactly says sexy." 

I wriggled my fingers under her curls and rubbed in little circles. "They both scream sexy. You were working so hard. And I watched you do that from down here, and I knew that you were doing it for me...I've never wanted someone more." 

"In that case, maybe you wouldn't have noticed me if we met at the office instead of on the volleyball court." 

I remembered the day I picked Kris up from work and saw her strutting out in her cream heels and tailored suit. "Uhuh...no...I definitely still would have noticed you." I kissed the top of her head. "but I do love to see you sweat." 

I placed a couple of fingers under Kris's chin and guided her face toward mine. She lifted herself and followed me, expecting a kiss. Instead I took her jaw in my hand, moved to the side of her face, and lapped at the little lines that the trickling sweat had left on her cheeks. The salt tingled on my tongue, and Kris giggled. "Tati, this is weird," Kris protested, but she didn't pull away. When I had finished, I pushed her higher up above me so I could look into her eyes. 

Kris pressed her lips to mine, then tentatively probed my mouth with her tongue. I smiled. She inched her tongue into my mouth and I took to it with mine, pressing on it and stroking it. I felt her moan a little. I slipped my tongue under hers and forward past her lips to prod at the spot underneath where it connected to the bottom of her mouth. Kris made a quizzical noise, but she let me continue. Soon I felt her relax on top of me, and her cheeks lifted a little. 

We might have stayed like that all day, but I felt a deep pang of hunger. I drummed on Kris's cheek with my fingers. She opened her eyes and pulled away from me. "Tatya, even your kiss feels like a massage." 

Her sparkling gaze made me forget why I had stopped kissing her. She lifted up, away from me, and began crawling backwards. "Let me clean you up." 

Before I realized what was happening, Kris had settled between my legs. She blew playfully on my light brown hair and held out her hand, palm up, on my stomach. I placed my hand in it, and she slid downward with it and placed it between my legs. Then she looked up and waited for my go-ahead. I nodded, smiling, and locked my eyes onto hers as she ran the flat of her tongue over me, first on one side, then the other. We both knew this time not to break eye contact, and the light of day somehow precluded my stress about the act. Kris felt soft and warm against my skin, and even though she wasn't trying to arouse me, her tongue felt so much nicer than cleaning up alone. 

As she finished, an even stronger pang of hunger reminded me that I needed something to eat right away.

"Kris, are you hungry?"

"I'll say. I need a pick-me-up."

I grinned and sat up. "Let's go make something."



After The Party



Robert Jansen waved his guests off on the doorstep as he continued to smile in response to their laughed and, slightly inebriated, goodbyes. He was always the genial host. He closed the door with a fatigue-laden sigh and glanced at his writs watch. The dial told him that it was nearly a quarter past midnight. He rubbed his eyes with the backs of each hand and crossed back to the lounge, yawning deeply.

It had been a good party – quite small and select, but successful. The dozen or so guests had all remarked on the good time they'd had and, as Jansen flopped down onto the sofa and drained his wine glass, he was satisfied that his reputation within the local community still held firm.

Of course, the one extra guest had thrown him and his wife Clara a little. David and Sheila Newbold had been on the point of cancelling earlier. Their Son, Anthony, had descended on them in a surprise return from university earlier that day. 

"Don't worry about it!" Jansen had explained to his friend on the telephone, "bring him along too!"

In retrospect, Jansen wasn't sure how good an idea inviting Tony had been. The twenty year old had developed into a good-looking young man with a personality to match. His manner had been easy and friendly and it had been clear that the lad had been a big hit with most of the female guests. Jansen smiled to himself as he recalled the deathly look that Phil Davis had given Tony as the young man expertly twirled Phil's wife Mary around the makeshift dance floor. But Mary had by no means been the sole recipient of Tony's interest. In fact, as usual, Tony's attention had been fixed on Clara.

Fortunately, Robert Jansen wasn't a jealous man and actually enjoyed showing off his attractive blonde wife – it always gave him a thrill to know that other men found her as sexy as he did. He knew that Tony Newbold was attracted to her; he always had been. Jansen chuckled to himself as he remembered how, as a teenager, Tony would lose no opportunity to see or get close to Clara. It had been quite cute really, the way the youngster would moon about after her; following her around as she completed her daily chores and trying to find something – anything – to say to instigate a conversation with her. Robert Jansen guessed that his wife had also been the focus of many a teenage masturbation session!

Robert looked over at the half finished wine bottle on the table and contemplated another drink. He frowned. It was late and his head already felt quite fuzzy. Besides, he thought, if he didn't go and help Clara in the utility kitchen downstairs there would be hell to pay!

The voices from the kitchen drifted up to Robert as he silently padded down the stairs and stopped him dead in his tracks.

"No!" Clara giggled, "Bob might hear us. He's only just upstairs!"

"He's had a lot to drink. Maybe he fell asleep?"

Jansen listened. The second voice belonged to Tony Newbold. Now he thought about it, he remembered that the young man hadn't left with his parents. He'd explained that he was going to help with the clearing-up process. Robert had gestured this generous offer away with a dismissive wave of his hand, but Tony had been adamant. From what Jansen could hear now, it seemed that clearing up was not the only thing on Tony's mind! 

Robert swallowed hard and crept closer to the slightly open kitchen door. He peered through carefully. Tony was sitting on the counter, his jean-clad legs swinging as Clara busied herself at the sink.

"You know I've always liked you Mrs. J, and I've grown up a lot since you last saw me."

"Oh Tony, I'm flattered, honestly. But you're only twenty and I'm…well…older! Wouldn't you prefer a nice lady your own age? You know, some girl to settle down with?"

Jansen continued to listen and watch through the crack in the door. He smiled. This was starting to get interesting!

"I'm not ready to be settling down yet," Tony continued as he edged himself along the counter neared towards Clara, "and a "nice" girl is the furthest thing from my mind right now – see?"

Jansen's eyes bulged with surprise as the young man took Clara's hand and placed it directly on the crotch of his jeans. He saw Clara whirl around quickly and pull her hand away – but not very swiftly, he noted. Her fingers just seemed to linger a little longer than perhaps they should have.

"Tony!" Clara said in mock anger. "Bob might come down at any moment. How would it look if he saw me squeezing your cock?"

Tony shuffled himself forward and slid off the counter, sidling up behind Clara. Jansen watched as his hand stroked gently up the back of her leg and then rested on her behind.

Jansen watched fascinated as the young man pressed his body up against Clara. His head dropped, lips nuzzling into her neck and pecking gently at the skin.

"Sure you want me to stop now?"

"Oh, Tony!" Clara gasped, she was aware that her fingers were trembling and put down the dish she was washing. "But Bob…He might come down…He might…."

"I told you. He's asleep. We're alone together."

Jansen could see the obvious bulge in the front of Tony's jeans and realised that he was in a highly excited state. He guessed he would have said anything to get into Clara's panties!

"Really?" Clara asked. Her voice was a harsh whisper.

"We'll be fine. Honestly. I know you want me Clara. And I want you so much!"

Things started to happen quickly then. Tony's hands moved to Clara's hips and turned her around to face him. Jansen looked on as, for a brief moment, the two simply stared at each other. Then, quickly, their lips met in a passionate embrace. Tony's hands roamed Clara's body feverishly plucking at the buttons on her white blouse until the garment lay open and exposed her naked breasts. He pulled back from the embrace and began to kiss down her body; planting light but excited pecks on her swan-like neck and smooth shoulders. And then he was at her breast. His lips plucked urgently at the already stiffened nipples while his hands lifted and massaged the heavy orbs.

Jansen heard his wife gasp and saw her head roll back as she pulled her lovers head to her chest. 

But Tony was again traversing her body downwards. Lower he kissed. Her stomach, her navel; swirling his tongue deliciously into the small indent. His fingers fumbled with the belt and zipper of her jeans until he had them open and was kissing just above the waistband of her bikini panties.

Tony's teeth gripped the thin fabric of the briefs and Jansen could hear him breathing hard as he fought to pull the jeans over the swell of her buttocks and tug them down her legs.

"Oh God, Tony!" Clara gasped. "I want you! I NEED you!"

Jansen looked on as the young man, spurred on by Clara's clear approval, pulled her jeans off and virtually ripped the panties in his haste for them to follow. Clara's pussy was, as usual, completely shaved and he heard the kneeling Tony groan as he buried his face into the soft folds of her sex lips.

Tony's exclamation of lust was quickly followed by a deep groan from Clara as she steadied herself against the counter and spread her legs open allowing her young lover clear and unrestricted access to her most private of areas.

Jansen watched as Tony's tongue begin flicking casually up and down the length of Clara's moist slit. Every swipe of the tongue was met with a moan from Clara that intensified each time until she was practically crying with joyful passion. Her legs began to tremble. She was barefoot and Jansen could see the way that her toes curled up as the heat from an impending climax emanated through her lithe frame.

"Oh yes!" Clara cried, repeating herself over and over. "There…just there…yes…yes…oh YESSSSS".

With his face sticky from Clara's juices, Tony began again to kiss up her body until he was back nibbling on her swollen, turgid nipples. It was clear to Jansen that his wife was not at all steady on her feet now; her knees had buckled and she was gripping the edge of the counter for support.

Tony was also aware of Clara's trembling body and quickly lifted her up with strong arms and sat the naked woman on the counter with her legs still open and draped over the edge.

"I'm going to fuck you Mrs. J!" He said simply.

Jansen found the use of formal salutation quite amusing and grinned reminding himself that his wife's lover was so much younger and obviously still respectful of her.

Clara smiled up at Tony as she lay back on the counter. She giggled as her body came into contact with the cool surface and spread her legs wider in an obscenely inviting pose. Jansen could see that his wife's pussy lips were wet with a mixture of saliva and sex-fluid. He could feel his own erection straining almost painfully against his zipper. 

Robert watched as Tony arranged his lover in the position he required her. Grabbing hold of her ankles he pulled her – almost violently – towards him so that he was standing between her open legs. He looked directly at her and began to strip his jeans off quickly. Jansen watched his unfaithful wife lick her lips in anticipation and then saw her eyes bulge as, finally, Tony stood naked and erect before her.

Tony wasted little time. With his swollen tool gripped tightly in his hand he manoeuvred himself towards his goal. The couple groaned in unison as they experienced the first few inches of Tony's cock slide in. Tony stopped for a moment. Jansen could see that he was very well endowed and, as a considerate lover, he was obviously giving Clara an opportunity to get accustomed to his size.

But Clara wanted more. Her cries of lust seemed to echo around the small room as she begged the young man to fuck her harder and harder. Tony was clearly willing to oblige and with a violent buck of his hips he rammed the entire length of his large penis deep into Clara's wet pussy. 

Jansen squeezed and pressed his own erection through his pants as he watched his wife and her lover get into a rhythm. Tony began to saw himself in and out of Clara's body, muttering under his breath about how good she felt and how he had been waiting for this moment for so long. But Clara didn't seem to be paying much attention to his words – just to his cock as it rubbed against her g-spot over and over. Her cries as she erupted into her second orgasm was easily as vocal as they had been for her first and Jansen saw the young man smile as he continued to fuck her right through the climax. 

Clara took a few minutes to come down from what Jansen had seen was a massive orgasm and, while she basked breathless in the afterglow, Tony continued to slide in and out of her body slowly.

"I'm holding back, baby!" He said, breathing hard, "but I'm going to blow real soon!"

Jansen could see that his wife's body was now virtually covered in a sheen of perspiration. She propped herself up on the counter.

"Let me get down from here, Tony." She gasped. "I'm about to make you very happy!"

A little reluctantly, but with the prospect of even greater things to come, Tony withdrew from Clara's gaping pussy and helped her down to the floor. Both he and Jansen watched as her bare feet padded unsteadily across the tiled floor. Her breasts were flushed and the nipples still protruded hard and swollen.

Clara sat down at the kitchen table and smiled at Tony. Her finger crooked and beckoned him over. Jansen watched as the young man followed his instructions, his solid member jutting out from his body like a flagpole. As he neared Clara she gently placed her fingers around his shaft and guided him towards her mouth.

Jansen was still manipulating his own hard penis from inside his pocket as he watched his wife eagerly swallow the other mans cock. Her mouth closed tightly around the swollen cock head and her fingers cupped his balls, lightly tickling and teasing the sensitive sac.

Tony was breathing harder and harder as he was so expertly fellated. His fingers slid gracefully into the blonde tresses of his lover hair and his eyes closed as he gently pulled her head towards him. He gasped as he felt the head of his cock enter her throat and knew that he was unlikely to be able to contain himself for much longer.

Jansen felt the warm moisture from his ejaculation begin to trickle down the inside of his leg. He had cum just as Clara had taken her young lover into her throat. He knew only too well the most glorious sensations that his counterpart was at that moment experiencing and, unlike the younger man, had been unable to stop his balls contracting and releasing his semen.

But as Jansen now watched Tony rocking his hips back and forth; his heavy balls slapping noisily against Clara's chin, he knew that the son of one of his best friends would soon be shooting his cum into his wife's mouth.

Tony's hips continued to buck as he thrust his solid weapon deep into Clara's throat. She gagged slightly at the bottom of each penetration but managed to control her breathing well.

"Oh shit, baby! I'm gonna cum!"

Even if Tony had expected Clara to heed his warning, Jansen knew that she would keep sucking. Clara adored the taste of cum and he knew that the moment before ejaculation – just as the penis swells – was a moment that she loved to savour.

And then, suddenly, Tony was cumming. His head flung back and the veins on the side of his neck bulged. Clara's hands gripped him in a vice-like embrace, keeping his twitching and spasming manhood firmly between her lips. She had formed a tight seal around the head as she had sucked him off, but now there were trickles of sperm that ran from the corners of her mouth before she had a chance to swallow them.

Jansen was relieved that he had worn dark pants that night. Had he dressed in light colours the stain at his crotch would surely have noticed. He needed to make a fast exit and clean up but, as he began to silently climb back up the stairs, his thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything!" David Newbold said with a sly grin as he stood in the now open doorway.

"Er..no…but what….?

"Sorry, buddy. My car broke down just along the road." Newbold looked past Robert and inside the house. "I just wondered if my son is still here? He might be able to fix the problem."

"I'm here dad." Tony said as he got to the top of the stairs. "I've just been helping Mrs. Jansen in the kitchen."

Newbold turned to Robert with a smile.

"I hope he's been useful, Bob?"

"Oh yes." Robert Jansen replied with a lopsided grin, "I don't think Clara could have managed without him tonight!"



After The Party



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I was sitting in my living room that Sunday morning, working on the broken clasp of one of my anklets, my favorite anklet. The most expensive piece of jewelry I owned, it was a silver chain studded with diamond chips given to me by an ex-girlfriend. But the price tag was hardly the reason I cherished it. She gave it to me last year for my twenty- fourth birthday and I considered it a sign of how she felt about me. I was in love with her and it was her way of saying she felt the same.

Frustrated, I tossed aside the anklet and the pair of needle nose pliers I was using to fix it. I needed to lift my spirits. My eyes found the small bong sitting on the coffee table and my mind thought about watching some Saturday morning cartoons stoned. A tempting idea until I remembered the ex and I used to do that together. I looked at the windows and decided to let the exhibitionist in me take a shot. I opened the curtains wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties, giving an eyeful to anyone watching, but to my dismay even the voyeur in the apartment across the courtyard wasn't home.

I left the curtains open and sat down on the couch, picked up the anklet and the pliers and tried working on it some more. The one bit of consolation I had was that it broke in the throes of passion last night, and for the first time in four months and I'm proud to say I wasn't alone for it. I kept fumbling with the pliers trying to reach the piece that was bent. It was tough because I was still swimming in a semi-hangover, trying to gather the troops in my head while keeping my eyes focused on the small clasp area. I heard keys rattling in the lock of my front door. It scared me at first, until I remembered I'd given Amy keys to the apartment before she left. By the time I reached the door she had the deadbolt open and was working on the doorknob lock. I opened the door and yanked her halfway inside with her hand on the knob.

"Hel-lo!" she said.

"Sorry, thought I'd give you a hand."

"I'd prefer the tit," she said as she patted my left breast. I shut the door and took in the vision before me. Amy is 5'5" and 125 lbs, I know this because her size and body type are almost identical to mine. Her breasts are a B cup, also like mine, but while I have brown curly hair down to my shoulders, Amy's coal dark hair is chin length. She wore a red halter-top that exposed her belly, giving me a nice shot of her deep bellybutton and the silver waist chain sitting below it. A pair of black jeans and flip flops finished the outfit, along with the silver toe ring on her right index toe which was the first thing about her to catch my eye last night.

"Well?" I asked.

"I got some coffee," she said. I noticed the cardboard tray in her hand with two cups from the coffee place down the block. Amy flashed her pearly white smile and walked over to the couch, setting the tray down on the coffee table.

I wasn't sure if she understood what I was asking, so I tried again. "How'd it go?"

"Fine." Her eyes darted to the table, where she noticed the anklet and picked it up. "I'm so sorry about this. I'll pay to have it repaired."

Okay, she was avoiding it. "Don't worry, that's not important. How'd it go?"

She took one cup out of the tray and took a sip. "It went fine," she said, her eyes looking at the cup instead of me. "I told her and that was that."

"And she's okay with it?"

She held the broken anklet in her hand and nodded. "Absolutely."

"Are you okay?"

She looked up at me and smiled, but her eyes were sad and I saw tears in the corners. The smile faded from her face. "No." she croaked, looking back at the anklet. "She said it was okay and no problem and all that." Tears started running and her voice was choked up. "Fuck. I saw it in her eyes. As soon as I said the words her face just.dropped. I mean, I knew she'd be shocked at first, but after that it was like, like she was disappointed." I sat next to her and pulled her to me. We hugged as she started to cry. 

"I'm sorry." I said. And I really was, because I had brought all of this on her.

Thirteen hours earlier I walked into my friend Mario's apartment. We've been friends since college and he now lives in the building down the block from me. A year ago he'd been looking for a place to live and I saw the vacancy sign in front of what would become his new address. The apartment was a two bedroom, so one of his old frat buddies moved in with him. Even in school Mario was a neat freak, bordering on obsessive compulsive (as a psych major I noticed these things), but his friend played the Oscar to his Felix and when the lease was up the friend moved out. Last night was the first party with his new roommate, a girl named Cynthia.

Mario isn't involved with her, at least not yet, but since the boy has perfected his suave chick magnet routine I was taking open bets on the change in status. Of course with his track record, any involvement would be short lived and invariably end up badly.

I made my way to the kitchen, pausing to talk to the occasional friend I saw along the way. There were plenty of people I didn't know, Mario's co-workers or Cynthia's friends, and I felt more than a few male eyes checking me out. In the kitchen Mario was working the blender, mixing one of his alcoholic concoctions that could melt steel.

"Whatever it is," I said "it's not going to turn you into The Incredible Hunk."

"Hel-lo lez-bo!!!" he yelled and gave me a hug. "Here." He stuck a plastic cup filled with a purplish liquid in my hand.

I took a whiff and was able to imagine the hangover already. "What's in this?"

"Just try it!" he yelled. I took a sip and felt my tongue shrivel. "Well?"

"Now I know what turpentine tastes like."

A girl standing by the stove laughed. Mario grabbed her and pulled her towards me. "Cynthia, I want you to meet my best friend in all the world, Tanya."

I shook hands with Cynthia. A thin, willowy blonde, she could have been a model except for a slightly large, misshapen nose. "I've heard a lot about you," she said.

"Then you've gotten your first lesson in how you can't trust this idiot." I told her. Cynthia laughed again, a little too hard this time. She'd probably have laughed even if it weren't funny. We talked about Mario and I gave her some stories that he hemmed and hawed and made excuses for. I busted his chops a little about his reputation with women.

"I wouldn't talk," he said "you're dressed like you're on the prowl tonight." I had dressed provocatively, a tight orange tank top that showed my belly button ring, dark jeans that stopped mid-calf and sandals. I wore a gold armband on my left arm and my favorite anklet around my right ankle.

"Sorry to say you won't find too much here tonight," Cynthia said, "all of my friends are straight." There was something about the way she said it, a hint of arrogance so natural she probably didn't even notice it. Like the way a sheltered rich girl might tell you she'd just shopped at an outlet for the first time in her life.

As the night progressed I got a better idea of Cynthia. Most of her friends were male and she enjoyed flirting with them, liked getting attention. I talked to a few and found many of them had met Cynthia at dance clubs. When I told one guy I was a lesbian he did the usual- asked questions like a cop interrogating a murder suspect.

I watched Mario work the few girls who were there. I've always wondered what he sees in me as a friend, aside from the fact that I'm the only white person he knows who speaks Spanish. We enjoy the obvious- checking out girls together, making bets which one of us would get a phone number. I think he likes having a girl pal who can call him on his bullshit and see him for who he really is. And me? I like having a guy friend who never treated me like a specimen, some enigma he had to figure out. As much of a dog as he is, he never tried to get me into bed. I told him I was a lesbian who didn't sleep with men and he accepted it. There isn't much to respect Mario for, but the little that's there is worth putting up with the rest of it.

I was still debating my sexual preference with the guy I'd just met when Cynthia walked over to us. "You two getting along?" she asked.

"This girl is something else," the guy said as he pointed to me. "She's a lesbian, but she's never been with a guy before."

"I don't understand what you don't get about it." I said.

"You say you're not attracted to men, but how do you know if you've never tried it?"

"Have you ever slept with another guy?" I asked.

"Hell no."

"How do you know you don't like it unless you try it?"

"Shit," he said in a drunken slur "that's not the same thing."

I looked at Cynthia, who laughed as I leaned my head forward into my hands in frustration. My eyes were facing the floor and I saw a pair of beautiful, feminine feet in flip-flops with a silver toe ring on the right index toe. I realized I hadn't noticed someone standing next to Cynthia. The guy was babbling something while my gaze traveled slowly up the girl's body. When I got to her face I realized she was looking me right in the eye. She'd noticed me checking her out.

"Tanya," Cynthia said, "This is my friend Amy. Amy this is Tanya, she's a lesbian." Amy extended her hand and I took it. There was a little lingering to the handshake, but nothing to indicate anything more than what I was wishing.

"Yeah, but I'm a closet tennis player." I added.

Amy laughed. She had this smile that lit up her whole face. "You're pretty funny too."

Cynthia grabbed Amy. "Let's get you a drink." They went into the kitchen and I followed. Mario was at the blender, mixing something that was trying to be green but falling short by a few shades. I grabbed him on the arm.

"Hel-lo lez-bo." I said.

His head shot up from his work. "Who?"

I spoke in Spanish. "See the girl with Cynthia at the fridge?" I asked. When we looked over I saw that Amy was looking right at us. Suddenly, she winked.

"You mean the one who just winked at me?" he asked.

"Idiot, she winked at me!"

"Uh uh, she winked at me."

"Excuse me, I just said 'Hel-lo lez-bo'"

"You think every hot chick is gay."

"She could be."

"You mean you want her to be." Mario said as Cynthia and Amy walked out of the kitchen. He switched back to English. "Listen, Cynthia says they haven't been friends long, but Amy is her new buddy for going out to pick up guys. They go to clubs all the time and according to Cynthia they score." I felt all my excitement turn to frustration and anger. I'm sure Mario saw it in my face. "Hey, I'm not trying to bring you down. Maybe she's bi."

"Yeah," I said "that's all I need, get involved with another girl who will leave me for a guy."

"So what? Because of that bitch Kristen you're never going to have casual sex again?"

"I've got nothing against casual sex, I just...really like her."

"You just met her," Mario shook his head. "Now I know that rich bitch did a number on you."

"It's got nothing to do with her." I said a little too defensively.

"Uh huh. That's why you came out to score wearing a certain piece of jewelry she gave you? The one that, what did you say to me back then? 'Solidifies our relationship.'"

"Fuck you." I said as I stormed out of the kitchen and across the living room. I stood by the bay windows and stared out into the night sky, trying to calm down. The plastic cup of Mario's concoction was still in my hand, so I downed half of it in one shot. The burn down my throat was followed by pain in my stomach. I may as well have swallowed a grenade. I lit a cigarette hoping I wouldn't explode.

The door to my left was open and I looked inside. Cynthia and Amy sat on Cynthia's bed looking at pictures. I put out the cigarette in an ashtray, took another swig of death juice and stepped in. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, I just wanted to see what you've done to the place. The last guy that lived in this room used freon as air freshener." God, I was babbling already. Cynthia smiled, but the look on her face was anything but happy.

Amy laughed. "Well that's a cheap way to get a high," she said. We both cracked up while Cynthia gave her fake chuckle. Amy's eyes squeezed shut when she laughed out loud, and it just struck me as really cute.

"Actually I'm glad you walked in, you reminded me of something," Cynthia said as she got up and walked over to a dresser. She opened the large jewelry box, took out a few pieces, then walked over and handed them to me. "They're anklets. I noticed yours and figured you liked them," she said.

"Yeah, wow, thanks." Okay, maybe she wasn't so bad. I looked through them and noticed a few nice pieces. "You sure you don't want these anymore?"

"Definitely. They're so last summer." The arrogance I'd heard before in her voice was there again. She's lucky anklets aren't that long otherwise I might have used one to choke her to death. 

Instead I just said "Thanks", walked out, and went back to pretending to enjoy the view at the bay windows. A few minutes later Cynthia and Amy came out. Cynthia walked off to talk to some guy and Amy walked up to me.

"Hey." she said. "Sorry about Cynthia. She can be annoying sometimes."

"No worse than a car alarm."

Amy smiled. "Are you kidding? I don't think her brain and her mouth have met yet." We both laughed. When we stopped neither of us spoke, a silent moment that wasn't entirely uncomfortable.

Amy broke the silence first. "So," she said as her eyes looked around us to make sure no one could hear "do you toke?"

"Oh yes." I'd left my stuff at home because Mario is usually well stocked, but Amy had some in her purse, which she grabbed out of Cynthia's room.

"We can't do it in Cynthia's room, she'd freak." she said. "Where should we go? The bathroom?"

"Let's go to Mario's room." I said.

"You sure he won't mind?"

"I'm sure he won't notice. He smokes a pound a day." We made our way to Mario's room at the other end of the apartment. Amy sat on his bed and packed a small bowl while I searched Mario's CD rack. I found the Beck album I'd loaned him and put it on. Joining Amy on the bed, we each took a hit from her bowl.

"So I guess you like body jewelry." she said.

"Yep. I was into it long before it was a fad and I'm sure I'll be wearing them long after its past."

"Hasn't been that long for me, but I like wearing them. They look sexy."

"Cool" I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. There was something I felt between us, but wasn't sure if it was mutual attraction. I wanted to bring it up but everything I thought of sounded awkward in my head. Had she heard what we said in the kitchen? Did she even know I was gay?

"Any tattoos?" she asked.

I pulled up my shirt and showed her the black cat on the small of my back. "How about you?"

She had the bowl in her mouth when I asked. Without taking it out she stood and pulled down her jeans. Amy wore a pair of white thong panties, exposing the tattoo of a fairy on her right butt cheek. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, at least until she turned around and showed me the tattoo of Minnie Mouse next to her pussy. I just wanted to lean over and lick it. When she pulled up her pants I felt like an eight year-old whose parents just drove past Disney World on the way to the swamp.


She sat down and as she passed the bowl to me, used it to tap my belly button ring. "Got any more of those?" I stuck out my tongue to show her my tongue stud, then took a hit and passed the bowl back to her.

"Cool," she said. "That's a lot closer to the tip of the tongue than I've seen before."

That was my in. "Depends on the sexual stimulation you're looking to give. For blowjobs on guys they usually put it further back on the tongue. Close to the tip, like mine, is for eating pussy." My body actually tensed up for her reaction as my eyes searched her face for it. But her eyebrows didn't raise, there was no frown and no shock followed by a fake smile.

"Well," she said, "I'll just have to make sure that's where they put mine then."

I know the people downstairs heard my jaw hit the floor. Amy laughed so hard she fell back on the bed. I just sat there and enjoyed the shock.

"Oh my God!!" she said when she caught her breath. "I wish you could see your face!"

"Wait, you like women?"

"Well, I thought it was obvious. Between the way we looked at each other when we met and my little wink at you I figured you'd get it immediately. But when we were talking by the window I realized you still weren't sure, so I figured I needed to get you alone."

Amy was still lying on the bed and I crawled up on my side next to her.

"So, you're gay right?"

She leaned up. "Exactly how dense are you?"

"Like mercury. What I'm asking is- are you gay, bi..." 

Amy sighed. "Okay. You know when you were telling Brian you've never been with a guy because you're not attracted to men?"

"Yeah?"

She put her face right in front of mine. "All I could think was I'm glad I'm not the only one." Amy leaned in and gave me a soft, light kiss on the lips. I leaned in for more but Amy stuck the bowl in my mouth and laughed.

I took it out. "Is this you're way of telling me I look better stoned?"

"No silly. I just don't want to get into anything here." She hesitated. "There's a problem."

I guessed, "You're friends don't know your gay."

"No, I'm out. Actually, the only friend I have at this party is Cynthia, but she doesn't know."

"I meant to ask about that. Mario told me that you two go out and pick up guys together."

Amy turned somber. "It's a long story."

"Throw in a car chase and I'll be hooked."

She slapped my arm. "If you must know, I graduated from college last year and most of my friends moved away or lost touch. When I got together with one of them I met Cynthia and.I don't know, I guess we hit it off. I knew she wasn't gay, but she was between groups of friends at the moment too. She started calling me and we'd talk a lot. I mean, we don't have tons in common, but that's what's kind of cool. I've learned all kinds of stuff from her and vice versa. I keep meaning to tell her about me, everybody else knows."

"But the right time just hasn't come up yet," I said sympathetically.

"Yeah, exactly. We started to hang out, going to bars and clubs together. Guys would buy us drinks, hit on us. Cynthia loved it. She said we made a great team for getting guys. It got harder to tell her because.I don't know, it just got harder to bring it up."

"Cynthia also told Mario you guys score a lot." I said.

Amy frowned. "I'll take their numbers and just never call. Those guys are lucky compared to the ones that try for Cynthia. Watching her work pisses me off sometimes- leading them on, playing them against each other. She loves fucking with them more than she loves to get fucked. I forget what the guys call it."

"A cock tease."

"Yeah." she said, and looked at me. "Just so you know, I'm not like that."

"Oh yeah?" I said as I leaned into her. "Prove it." I kissed her lips passionately as my hands moved from her shoulders to her sides. My tongue found its way into her mouth, formally introduced itself to hers and they got along just fine. I expected her to break it off in case someone walked in, but she surprised me by wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me closer. My hands moved down her body and under her top as my fingertips lightly roamed the surface of her skin making her moan in my mouth. Amy squeezed my breasts through my top, starting at the base and moving up to my nipples, which were rock hard already. Suddenly she pulled my top up and tried to get it off of me. I broke the kiss.




After The Party



"Moving a little fast, aren't we?" I said with a smile. Amy said nothing as she pulled my top over my head.

"You know-" I started before her face went to my right nipple and took it in her mouth. Every time she sucked on it I almost lost my train of thought. "Ahhhhhsss I was trying to...oh...say, I was just kidding uhhbout you having tooo prove it."

Amy laughed with her lips still attached to my breast. She let go when I put my hand to the back of her head.

"I'm serious," I said.

Amy looked up at me with this sweet, innocent look on her face as her fingers played with my nipples. "I haven't had sex in eight months, and the last three with Cynthia I haven't even been able to try. I'm looking for someone to help release all my pent up sexual tension. I mean, I could probably go all night and most of tomorrow. But if you want me to stop..."

In a comically serious voice I said "You poor creature!" I pulled her head back into my breasts and said, "Super Lezbo is here to save you!!"

Amy laughed hard. I liked being the one to make her laugh- it gave me this huge burst of self-confidence. My whole body was somewhere between warm comfort and tingling excitement. Not to mention the exhibitionist in me was getting off on having sex in a small apartment full of people partying obliviously on the other side of the door.

Amy switched her oral attention to my left breast while her hand felt around my crotch. Her tongue licked the super sensitive outer flesh of my globe, slowly circling in to my nipple. When she got there she licked it once, then hovered over it while she pursed her lips. The cool air of her breath made my sensitive nipple almost hurt from pleasure. She sucked on it a little more and then licked down along my left side. With her tongue still pressed to my skin she moved to my belly button, stuck her tongue inside and moved it around, came out and hooked her tongue into my ring, pulling on it a little.

"I like this," Amy said. "It looks really sexy on you." Before I could respond her hands unbuttoned my jeans and started to slide them down. Her eyes bulged at my lack of panties. "That's sexy too," she said. Amy was on the floor, sitting on her haunches between my legs.

As much as it pained me to, I finally said "Listen, this may not be such a hot idea if you're trying to keep Cynthia from finding out."

She looked up at me. "Are you really that worried about Cynthia right now?"

"I'm worried about you."

Amy smiled. "That's sweet."

Suddenly her face was between my legs. Amy's fingers opened my folds and the feeling of her tongue sticking inside my wet hole almost caused an immediate orgasm. I opened my mouth.

"Ho-ly shit!"

That wasn't my voice, not unless it dropped a few octaves. Amy turned her body towards the door too fast, lost her balance and fell backwards. Her hands grabbed out for something to hold onto and found my foot, but her right hand grabbed my anklet and I felt it come off my skin.

"Owwww!" Amy called out as she fell on her back.

The guy I'd been arguing my sexual preference with stood in the doorway, and the look on his face was somewhere between shock and glee.

"Could you please shut the fucking door," I said sternly. He closed the door, but failed to remove himself from the room before doing so. Amy sat up, looking at him with a mix of confusion and fear.

"Excuse us please!" I was annoyed because I knew what was coming.

"Don't stop on my account," he said.

"This isn't the Playboy Channel. Get out."

"Hey, after us talking before, I just want to get a better understanding, you know, of what you get out of a woman that you don't.can't see, or get, in a man."

This guy was good and sauced. He was talking over his own words trying to speak, probably because he had to concentrate so hard on standing. His hands were very animated as he talked, and I was sure the cup in his right hand was empty otherwise it would have spilled something by now. Apparently the initial shock had worn off because Amy got up from the floor and walked over to him slowly. "Brian, I really need you to do me a favor," she said.

"Yeah, get lost," I said. Amy moved her hand behind her back and gave me a 'cut it' signal.

"So I guess this is why you didn't call me," Brian said to her.

"Yes. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to lead you on, but Cynthia doesn't know I'm gay and I need to keep it that way for a little while. I'm gonna tell her, but I haven't worked up the courage yet. And I need to tell her because I don't want her finding out second hand." When Amy put her hand on Brian's upper arm he looked at it, then back at her. "So could you please do me a favor and just go back out there and keep this a secret? I really need your help."

It was the way she did it that was truly impressive. Her voice sounded sincere and the hand on the shoulder was a nice touch. I couldn't see her eyes but they must have had the desired effect because Brian's face softened and he lost the wicked, hungry look that had been in his eyes since he shut the door. I was blown away.

"Okay," he said while his head nodded up and down.

"Thanks. You're really saving me here. I owe you one," she said. Brian turned, opened the door and slipped out like a disciplined third grader whose teacher had taken it easy on him. Amy walked to the bed and stood in front of me. I just sat there and continued to be blown away.

"Fuck." Amy said.

"Actually, I think that went better than it could have. I figured we'd have to put on a show for him just to keep his mouth shut. You played him like a violin and put him away in his case."

"I wasn't playing him. I really felt bad about leading him on. And I knew keeping this from Cynthia was going to bite me in the ass eventually." Amy looked to her left hand and realized she had something in it. "Oh shit. I broke your anklet."

"Don't worry about it."

"Are you kidding? This thing looks expensive."

"The only thing I paid for that is measured in emotional cost," I said as I took it from her hand, found my jeans and put it in the pocket. I started getting dressed. "I'm the one that should apologize, I got you caught."

"Bullshit." she said as she adjusted her top. "I could have stopped it anytime."

"You did. I kept pushing and I had an unfair advantage, you've been celibate for eight months."

"You didn't know that until I took charge. Look, it doesn't matter. I don't want this to end tonight."

"Me neither."

We embraced and shared a passionate kiss. She broke it suddenly. "Just help me out here, what part of the wink didn't you get?"

"I was standing next to Mario when you winked at me and he thought you winked at him."

"Okay, nothing against the guy, but ewwww."

"I'll tell him you said that," I said. She slapped my arm again and I smiled briefly. "Right after that he told me about you and Cynthia being pick up buddies, and I was afraid he was right."

"Jeez, I really need to put a stop to this. But not tonight, I want to spend the rest of this evening learning about you."

"My place is just up the block, if that's cool with you."

"Definitely. But do you mind if we go back out to the party for a few minutes?"

"No prob, you haven't told her yet. We should leave separately too. I'll take off in a few minutes and wait for you in front of my building. You get your car, there's a lot behind my building."

"Cool. Thanks for understanding." She flashed her thousand watt smile, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we went back out into the party. Amy went looking for Cynthia and I walked into the kitchen looking for Mario. He wasn't there, but Brian was, and he proceeded to give me an apology spoken in fluent Drunk. I was horny and in no mood, but being stoned usually raises my level of patience and he seemed sincere. While I stood there, Amy appeared in the hallway outside of the kitchen and saw my predicament. She smiled, stepped into the doorway so no one in the living room could see her, unbuttoned the top of her jeans, quickly slid the zipper down and flashed me her bush. Apparently she hadn't put her panties back on. She buttoned back up, smiled again, and disappeared.

I interrupted Brian. "Listen, no offense, but I gotta go. Do me a favor, though- lay off the sauce a little, I think a girl would find you a lot more interesting if you were closer to sober." I patted him on the cheek, walked out of the kitchen and found Mario in the living room.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked. We walked over to the windows.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I was possessed by the evil spirit of Dumped Girl and I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Yeah, me, the guy who got you drunk the night after Kristen split and had to listen to you ramble on about how great in bed she was, what a great cook she was, how well she wiped her ass after taking a crap..."

I laughed. "I know, I'm sorry. But if you forgive me I promise not to tell Cynthia any more embarrassing stories about you."

He folded his arms across his chest. "Not much of a deal, but I'll take it. This whole thing could have been a lot worse."

"Yeah, I could have ripped some of your limbs off."

Twenty minutes later I stood in front of my building having a cigarette. My buzz from the pot and the booze was still going strong, probably because my libido assisting them both. But, as good as I was feeling, my experience with Cynthia had left a bitter taste. She was one of those people who thought they were better than everyone else and it bugged me that I didn't use my sharp tongue to cut her to shreds. I held back at first because I didn't want to make waves for Mario with his new roommate, and later because I didn't want to alienate Amy. But I couldn't help feeling like Cynthia had gotten away with something, like I let her get the best of me. It was starting to kill my good mood, not to mention my favorite anklet was broken.

That's when the idea hit me. I took the anklets that Cynthia had given me from my pocket and chose two. One was a white shell anklet, the kind I like to wear at the beach, and the other was a thick braided brown leather piece. I put one on each ankle and shoved the rest in my pocket.

Little did Cynthia know I was going to use the jewelry she gave me to turn on her "pick-up buddy". It may not be much revenge for some people, but it made me feel better. Fuck her.

Amy drove up in a brown Toyota that looked almost as old as me. I directed her into the driveway and jumped in. The car surprised me by making it up the steep hill and Amy pulled into my space. "No offense, but this thing's a relic." I said when we got out.

"It's an '82, but it's in good shape. Where's your car?"

"In the shop."

"Mmm hmm"

We walked up the stairs in my building, Amy following behind me. She pinched my right ass cheek, then the left. "Hey! Behave yourself!" I said.

She pinched the right one again. "Why? You afraid of someone seeing us?"

"Actually, I'm hoping someone does."

Amy started to grab for the left cheek but I ran up the stairs and she chased me. When we reached my floor I ran to the door of my apartment and put my back against it.

"Can't get to them now, can you?" I teased. My legs were spread rather wide, and Amy leaned in close as her hand reached between them.

"Guess I'm going to have to find another route then." Her fingers pressed hard against my shorts as they slid over my crotch and down between my legs until they came against my butt crack. She squeezed and started moving her hand back out until she stopped over my crotch, her face now inches in front of mine.

"Mmmm, what do we have here?" she said in a sultry voice. I could feel her warm breath against my face and it smelled like stale pot and mint, probably from some kind of gum or breath candy. Her hand pressed hard against my crotch and I let out a low moan. Amy quickly unbuttoned my shorts and I felt them drop to my ankles. I was now exposed from the waist down. Her fingers began to move lightly over my pubic hair, her other hand roamed under my top and her mouth was showering mine with little kisses. Amy pulled her head away while her hands stayed on the job.

"From what you said in the stairs," she said, still speaking in the sultry voice, "I guess you're an exhibitionist."

"Uh huh." I managed to say.

"So what we're doing right now is turning you on?"

"Uh...huh..."

"Well get ready, cause it's going to get a lot better." And with that her mouth went to my neck, her tongue licked down to my left nipple, teasing it through my top, continuing to my bellybutton where she appreciated my ring again. She moved slowly down to my neatly trimmed mound and began poking through the hairs with her tongue to tease the sensitive flesh underneath. My hands were on her head, fingers stroking her hair as she teased me. I closed my eyes when she blew her warm breath on my mound, letting the hairs there do her dirty work for her. Suddenly, her tongue stabbed into my folds and my hands tightened up in her hair.

"Owww!" she yelped.

"Sorry," I moaned. "It's just you're driving me...,Oh God." Her fingers spread my lips apart and her tongue explained how over it she was. A finger from her other hand found its way to my opening and eased in without a problem, thanks to how wet I was. This was bliss. I was standing in the hallway of my apartment building being sucked and fingered by a pretty girl- at any moment someone could walk out of the elevator or see through the glass door of either stairwell on the way up to their apartment.

I was moaning so loud that anyone could hear it through the paper walls of this place and come out of their apartment to get an eyeful. It was an exhibitionists' dream.

Amy's finger pumped in and out of my pussy for a while before she removed it. I moaned in protest before I felt it moving up my ass crack, looking for another opening. She found it and the tip of her cum soaked finger pressed into my rosebud, easing its way in until she began pumping in and out while still eating me. I didn't last long.

"Ohhhh! Fuuuuck Yessssssssssssss!!!!!!Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" I believe those were my exact words as I came all over Amy's face.

She let me come down from my high- for about two seconds. I thought her tongue was simply lapping up my juices, but another finger joined the one in my ass and they began pumping in and out. I felt another orgasm building quickly and started moaning loudly again.

That's when I heard something hit against a door. Looking around, I saw a light under the door of the apartment across from mine. There was as shadow blocking part of the light and I realized the girl who lived there was watching through her eyehole. I smiled and decided to give her a little more. My hands left Amy's head and pulled my top over my breasts. I licked both my fingers and started playing with my nipples. The shadow under the door shifted for a few moments and then fell back into place. I figured she had just slipped her hand to her pussy and started masturbating. So now two of us were getting off, although I doubt my neighbor was getting as much pleasure as I was. I continued to rub and pinch my nipples while Amy licked and sucked my clitoris and had two fingers pumping in and out of my ass. I began to moan louder, partially for my neighbors' benefit, but mostly because Amy was bringing me over the edge.

A door down the hall opened and the short, plump middle-aged woman who lives there poked her head out and spotted us. She saw me standing against my door, exposed from the top of my breasts to my ankles, a girl on her knees eating me out while I played with my nipples. Even from down the hall I could see the shock on her face as her eyes bulged from their sockets. Her head darted back into the apartment and her door slammed. 

That threw me over the edge. I came so hard that I gritted my teeth and pushed my back into the door. Standing on my tiptoes and breathing a mile a minute, my face was covered in sweat. Amy looked up at me. The lower half of her face was so coated in my cum that little droplets were hanging off of her chin. She pulled her fingers out of my ass, stuck them in her mouth and sucked on them.

"You're a very naughty girl." I said as she pulled the fingers from her mouth.

"You have no idea how naughty I can get."

Without fixing my clothes, I picked up my purse and fished out my keys. "Why don't you come inside and show me?"

I held out my hand and helped Amy up, opened the door and was about to walk in before I remembered my neighbor. I turned around, grabbed Amy by the shoulders and swung her around so she could see both of us and kissed Amy passionately. Her arms pulled me tight as my tongue invaded her mouth.

There was something about that kiss, something much more than the show for my neighbor it was intended for. Maybe it was the things we had in common or all of what we'd been through that night; maybe it was just plain happiness that we'd found each other. But there was something magical about that kiss, and writing with hindsight as a collaborator, I do know it was the moment I realized this was much more than a one- night stand. It wasn't the moment I fell in love with Amy, because I know exactly when that happened, but I knew something more was going on here. The kiss lasted for almost a minute, and we held each other so tight I thought we were going to melt into each other. When we finally broke we just stared into each other's eyes.

It took me a moment to remember what I intended to do in the first place. "I just love the taste of my cum in another girl's mouth" I said, then turned to my neighbors door, waved and said "Hope you enjoyed the show!" Shuffling as fast as I could with my shorts around my ankles, I pulled Amy into the apartment and closed the door.

"What the hell was that all about?" she asked as I kicked off my shorts.

"The woman in that apartment was looking at us through her peephole," I said.

Amy's eyes widened. "Oh my God! That's so cool!!"

"At least I don't have to worry about her complaining to the Super." I leaned down and took off my sandals. "I'll be lucky if the old bat down the hall doesn't call him tonight."

Amy looked puzzled. "What old bat?"

I pulled my top over my head. "The one that opened her door and saw us going at it."

Her face was in shock. "When the hell did that happen?!!!" I walked up to her, stark naked except for body jewelry, and put my arms around her.

"When you were hard at work," I said as I started licking cum off the bottom half of her face, "and you were very dedicated to your work. But right now you've got entirely too many clothes on."

"Right now I have to go to the bathroom, really bad," she said.

"Okay, you go enjoy my bathroom while I pant for you out here." Amy smiled, and for the second time tonight I realized what I love more than seeing her smile is being the one to make her smile. As soon as she shut the bathroom door I raced into my bedroom and turned on the lava lamp, lit some incense and a few candles around the room. My bedside lamp provided just enough light to see by without being too harsh. Now comes the hard part- finding the right music. Looking through my CD collection, I tried to figure out if we were going to fuck like animals, which meant Daft Punk, Soundgarden or maybe even Slayer (hey, don't knock it until you try it), or make slow passionate love, which called for Mazzy Star, Jimi Hendrix or Sade. I finally decided on Barry White because his music would work either way. The toilet flushed and I jumped on my bed to lie in a seductive position. I heard the door open and waited.

Her naked leg moved into the doorway, then around the doorframe to settle against the wall. As that happened, Amy slid her naked body over the doorframe so that only half of one side was visible. Her arm followed, positioned against the wall reaching up towards the ceiling. I can't properly describe how sexy she looked with her body leaned up against the doorframe like that. It looked like the pose for some erotic photograph or painting. I'd cum twice in the last fifteen minutes and I was wet again.




After The Party



"Ready for Round Two?" she asked in her sultry voice.

"Bring it on, baby."

She walked towards me slowly, swinging her hips adorned with the belly necklace, to the beat of the song. Amy climbed up on the bed and, struggling to keep her balance, stood over my head.

"You said you like body jewelry, so I'm sure this caught your eye." Amy put her hands against the wall and lifted her right foot, positioning it over my face and pointing her toes down. I could see the first thing about her that caught my attention- the toe ring. She lowered her foot to my face and I took her toes into my mouth, sucking on them gently.

Looking up I saw her smiling. A naughty thought hit me and I pulled her foot out of my mouth. "Got an idea! Stay just like this!" I said as I slipped out from under her and ran into the kitchen. I found what I was looking for in the fridge and ran back into the room. Slipping under her again, I opened the top of the squeeze bottle and took her foot in my hand as I poured some on her toes.

"Ohhh that's cold! What is it?"

"Caramel," I said. "My favorite topping." I put down the bottle and resumed licking her toes. "Mmmmmm" I licked off all the caramel and then used my tongue to play with her toe ring. "Get down here," I said. Amy lay down on the bed next to me.

I pushed her onto her back, grabbed the bottle and started pouring caramel on her breasts.

"Still cold!" she said.

"Don't worry, it won't be on you long." I put the bottle down and started licking her right breast. Amy moaned as I worked my way from the outside of her globe towards her nipple. I took it into my mouth and sucked until it was rock hard, then began scraping it with my teeth.

"Ohhh, yeah, oh, that feels so wild," she said. I moved over and gave her left breast the same treatment, enjoying my caramel covered treat. Leaning up on my elbow, I grabbed the bottle again and aimed for her bellybutton. She had one of those large, deep bellybuttons and I filled it until the tan gooey stuff was leaking off to both sides of her body. I licked up each of the streams and then stuck my tongue into her bellybutton, swirling it around inside while my hands squeezed her breasts and my fingers flicked her nipples. When I finished sucking all of the sugary liquid out of her bellybutton I moved lower towards her other two holes, until I got to the Minnie Mouse tattoo. I gave Minnie a quick lick and a kiss.

I had her flip over and gave the fairy tattoo on her ass a quick lick and a kiss (wouldn't want it to feel left out), then spread her cheeks and caressed her anus with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhh," she cooed "and you said I was a naughty girl." I poured caramel all over her ass, sucked on my middle finger until it was good and wet and eased it in her rosebud. While my finger pumped in and out I proceeded to lick the rest of her bottom clean. Amy arms gripped my pillow tightly as she moaned louder and louder. I made a mental note about how sensitive her ass is.

When I was finished I turned her over again and kissed the thin strip of dark pubic hair between her legs, pausing to feel those hairs against my lips. I pushed her legs up and back as Amy grabbed her knees and pulled them towards her face. Lowering my head to her spread lips, I swiped my tongue the full distance along them.

"You're not going to sweeten the pot?" she asked, indicating the caramel bottle.

"This honey pot is sweet enough," I replied. My tongue took another swipe and then I started licking in earnest, moving all around her lips and occasionally taking a shallow dip into her hole. Amy started pinching and rubbing her nipples. I let my fingertips roam lightly over Amy's buttocks as I ate her out, causing her to breathe audibly and in short gasps.

"You like that?" I asked.

"It's that tongue stud. I didn't know it would make such a difference."

I dove back in and found her clit sticking out, looking for attention. I gave it and Amy yelled as my tongue and the metal stud licked and teased her love button. My left hand held her folds open as I coated the fingers of my right with her juices. I slid my right index finger into her pussy as the middle finger eased into her ass. Amy took in a loud, sharp breath. I began pumping both her holes as my tongue continued on her clit.

All this attention soon worked her into a frenzy, Amy's back arched and her hands grabbed and twisted my bedspread so hard that I worried about them finding my head. I kept waiting for her to climax, but every time she approached the summit she managed to ride it out a little longer. Finally, she let out a long yell. "Ohhhhhh pleasssssseeeeeeee!!!" And after taking in another breath she screamed, "MAKE! ME! CUM!" 

I realized she was over-stimulated by all this attention. I pulled out my fingers and simply clamped my lips onto her clit and began sucking. Her legs began shaking and I managed to close my eyes just before she exploded all over my face. Amy let her legs fall onto my back and we lay there for a while. I thought she was asleep until her feet began to caress my skin.

Revenge is sweet, so I started to lick her juices from the inside of her legs until I'd worked my way back to her sex. Acting like I was cleaning up, I spread her folds and slowly licked the whole area, innocently pressing my nose here and there, until I heard her moan. When she pushed her hips into my face I knew I'd accomplished my mission. I began licking with renewed vigor as Amy brought her knees back to her face again.

In grammar school, the other kids used to tease me by saying there was a snake living in my mouth because I had a long, thick tongue. Back then I hated my tongue for all the grief it caused me, and being able to touch my nose with it was little consolation. But a few years later, when I first had sex with a girl, I realized some of the more important advantages to having a snake in my mouth. And it was because of these advantages that Amy cried out when I plunged my tongue into her hole and began fucking her with it. She moved her body back and forth to meet my stride, mashing my nose into her clit and inebriating my sense of smell with her sweet musk.

Her gasps became grunts as she came closer and closer to orgasm, those grunts working in time with our strides and causing her body to move with greater force. I moved my fingers up to her folds and played with them when I could catch them, her body was moving so violently. When my right index finger was good and wet I managed to move it along her crack and find her rosebud, position it slightly inside and on the next thrust I pushed it in.

"OH GOD!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!!" she yelled, following it with a scream that I'm sure the lady in the next apartment, the couple upstairs and maybe even the deaf old man below heard. Amy exploded onto my face again, covering it with her cum as her body went into convulsions. I tried lapping up as much as I could, but most of it still ended up on me. We were both breathing heavily and, as I crawled up beside her, I realized my body was covered in sweat.

Between breaths Amy managed to say, "Never...I've...never...uh...wow."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," I said. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. When Amy leaned back I noticed her eyes looked glassed over, almost wet. She looked so vulnerable at that moment.

"You okay?" I asked.

Amy smiled, not her usual face-lit-up smile, but a giddy smile. "I'm way okay."

I laid back and we hugged each other, her body was just as coated with sweat as mine. We stayed there quietly until our breathing slowed, listening to Barry White sing about the relationship between love and sex. After a few minutes I got up and went into the kitchen.

"Getting the whipped cream now?" Amy called out. Her eyes lit up when I walked back in the room with my little bong. "Well well, someone has a hankering for happiness," she said.

"Hankering? What farm did you grow up on?"

"Shut up and pack the thing!"

We sat on the bed talking and passing the bong back and forth. I just felt so comfortable around her, like we'd known each other for years. Every subject one of us brought up the other had input on. The load in the bong was just about finished when we noticed there was no music. We were so engrossed in conversation (not to mention very stoned) that neither of us noticed the CD had ended.

"Go ahead and put something on," I said.

"What do you want to hear?" she asked.

"Surprise me."

She got up off the bed to look through my CD's, and as I took one last hit from the bong I admired her naked form. Three hours ago I'd met her and could only dream about seeing her naked. Not long after that was when I first saw the fairy tattoo on her butt and could only imagine what it was like to lick it. Now here she was, naked and looking through my CD's during the break of a very intense lovemaking session. And I'd licked a whole lot more than that fairy tattoo.

"What did you choose?" I asked when she changed the CD. Amy just peered over her shoulder with a smile and a sly look in her eyes.

"Only one song," she said. Amy turned around just as Donna Summer's 'I Love to Love you, Baby' started up. She sashayed towards the bed with the rhythm of the music. I was pretty sure I'd cum the second she touched me.

Amy kneeled on the bed and leaned down towards me. I raised my head to her, our mouths were about to meet, close enough where I could feel her breath, when her head ducked away quickly. Before I could see what she was doing I felt her warm lips on my left nipple. She sucked on it hard, causing my nipple to stiffen. Amy moved over my right nipple and licked the areole. Then she blew lightly on it until it got hard, kissed it, and then licked her way down to my belly button.

"You really do love playing with that thing." I said as her tongue worked between my skin and my ring.

"It turns me on." Amy kept licking down towards my mound, pausing to tickle my lower belly, until I felt her tongue lightly moving over the top of my pubic hair. She spread my legs and planted a kiss on my pussy.

Moving away, her tongue trailed down my right leg and licked my ankle. When her tongue passed over the anklet I heard her give a little laugh. Had thoughts of Cynthia and what we were doing entered her mind? I was about to ask, but she began to suck on my toes and I decided this was no time to concern myself with Cynthia.

When she licked the bottom of my foot it ticked, so I tried to pull my leg away, but her hand had a hold on my ankle and she continued to torture me. I tried to kick her with my left foot but her other hand grabbed it and kept it away.

"Stop it!" I managed to say between laughs. I finally managed to bat her on the head with the foot she was licking. She smiled and let go of both my feet.

"For now," she said. "But now I know you're ticklish."

Lying between my legs, Amy's fingers spread my lips and sucked them between hers. Switching back and forth between each side, she managed to get me good and wet by the time her tongue came out and licked every inch of my pussy- every inch with the exception of my clit, which she sadistically avoided. I moaned when I felt a finger slip into my hole, followed by another. I put a leg over each shoulder, rubbing her back with my feet. As she began pumping in and out, her lips closed on my clit and sucked it hard. My moans turned to yells and that spurned her to increase the speed of her fingers and the pressure of her lips. My heels dug into her back as I felt my internal roller coaster go over the hill.

I remember screaming, "I'm cummmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!" as I was brought to another shuddering climax. Amy's tongue licked up my juices while my body spasmed with every touch. I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, looking up at the ceiling, when I realized I was seeing faint spots from shutting my eyes so tight when I came. Wow. But this still wasn't the moment I fell in love with Amy.

The stereo moved to the next CD, which was Mazzy Star. I felt her hands on my hips. "Turn over," she ordered. I complied and felt her tongue on the globes of my ass. She licked them all over, eliciting moans when she reached the sensitive spots where my legs connect to my butt. But they were nothing compared to the sounds I made when her hands spread my cheeks and her tongue licked the length of my crack. She did that two more times before narrowing her attack down to my rosebud. I felt her tongue move back and forth over my anus, and combined with the post-orgasmic bliss it created an oddly calming sensation. She gave my ass a little kiss as she finished and crawled up beside me. I rolled onto my side, pulled her to me and softly kissed her on the lips. Our tongues wanted in on the deal, and the kiss grew in passion as our hands traveled to each other's breasts and tweaked the nipples. At the same time our pelvises ground into each other and I felt myself getting wet again.

I broke the kiss and said, "I have an idea." I positioned the two of us so our legs scissored each other and Amy and I began to grind our pussies together, the wetness lubricating each other's lips like a French kiss. "I saw this in a porno," I said.

"Ohhhhhh" escaped from her mouth. I looked over and saw her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. She leaned up on her arms while I lay on the bed. It felt so sexy doing this, grinding her pussy up against mine. She bent her knee and suddenly her foot was in front of my face. I don't know if she did it purposely or just to get more comfortable, but it was an invitation I just couldn't resist. I pulled her foot to my face and began to lick her toes, playing with the toe ring again, and worked my way up to her ankle and back down again. When I started licking the bottom of her foot, Amy pushed against me harder and moaned louder.

Her clit must have brushed up against my wet folds because she cried out, so I moved my hips to try and find it again. When I did she cried out again, I stopped licking her foot and closed my eyes as she grinded into me. I felt her shudder and realized she was cumming. After she was done I got between her legs and licked up her honey.

I lifted my head and said, "I just realized I'm a horrible hostess. I haven't offered you anything to drink yet."

"I've had plenty to drink, thanks." As she said it, she used her thumb to wipe a drop of her cum off of the corner of my lip and licked it off.

"Well, I could certainly use something." We went to the kitchen and she was surprised to see I had Kool-Aid. We sat on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV.

"I guess you don't mind if people can see in," Amy said as she pointed to my windows. The drapes were pulled back and we were still naked.

"I'm a born exhibitionist. There's a guy who lives in the building across the way who I'll give a show to every once in a while."

"You're evil. Either he's gone to bed or he's not home 'cause his lights are out."

"Guess he's missing the show," I said.

Late night TV isn't what it used to be, but we had a good time making fun of the infomercials. Lying on the couch, I noticed we always managed to keep skin contact somewhere, and it added to the warm glow I was basking in. It also gave me a reassuring feeling that I wasn't the only one who felt like this was more than just great sex.

About forty minutes later I looked up and noticed the light in my voyeur's apartment was on. I walked up to the window and, squinting my eyes, I could see him standing by the window holding his binoculars. He's rarely ever shy about showing himself, probably figured out that when I know he's there I'll get really wild.

"My buddy's back," I said as I walked back to the couch.

"You ever worry that he thinks you're leading him on?" she asked.

"He's seen me with girls before. I think he gets the idea I'm not into men."

"You don't think he's dangerous, like maybe he'd attack you?"

"The guy gets plenty of women. I've seen him with them in front of his building and I can see into his place when he brings them home. One time I was here with a girl and I noticed him looking over here, and he had a girl with him and she was looking too. And he's very respectful, always closes his blinds when he goes into the bedroom with the ladies and he's never tried to take pictures. I think he's just thankful for the view."

"Well, since he's looking, I don't think we should disappoint him." Amy leaned in and kissed me and we started playing with each other's nipples again.

"Do you have any whipped cream?" she asked. I went to the kitchen and brought out the kind with a spray nozzle. She tipped the can back and shot some into her mouth, pulled me to her and started frenching me. I shot some cream onto her nipples and slowly licked it off, and then she did the same to me. Amy kneeled on the floor and spread my legs, sprayed some onto my pussy and ate me out. I did the same to her and we ended up in a sixty-nine.

I think Amy was as turned on about being watched as I was, her pussy was really wet and she was very responsive. I fingered her anus and she did the same to me. I'm pretty sure Amy was ready to cum before me, but I think she held off until I caught up and we came together. When I felt strength return to my limbs I got off the couch and walked to the window. My voyeur had already abandoned his post, but after a few seconds he walked into his kitchen and poured a glass of something. He looked out the window and saw me standing there. I waved at him and he waved back. I closed the drapes and Amy and I went to my bedroom and lay there talking for a while.

Somewhere around five in the morning we finally passed out in each other's arms. After what we went through I figured we'd sleep until noon, but I woke at 9:30 and found myself alone. Just when I thought she'd left I heard the sink in the bathroom turn on. Pulling the covers back around me, I snuggled in waiting for Amy to come out. I heard Amy talking, but I couldn't make out what she was saying through the bathroom door.

"I can't hear you!" I called out. She continued talking and turned the sink off. The door opened and Amy walked out with all of her clothes on, talking to her cell phone. I mouthed "sorry", but she smiled and waved it off.

"Okay, yeah. Twenty minutes. Bye." She turned it off and put it in her purse.

"Off to see your next girlfriend?" I said in mock jealousy.

"You got me. I have to come clean. I'm a hooker."

"I should have known with that outfit."

"Hey! You weren't exactly wearing a habit last night yourself!"

"So, off to see one of your clients?"

"The first of my many janes for today," she said.

"Any more room for me in there?"

Amy sat down on the bed, leaned over and put her face right in front of mine. "I think I can fit you in between the housewife and the sorority orgy." She pressed her lips to mine and we engaged in a soft, wet kiss that could have lasted the rest of the day for all I cared. When it was over we just stared into each other's eyes.

I broke the silence with "You were just kidding about the hooker thing, right?"

Amy shook her head. "Like mercury."

"Hey, I warned you."

"That was Cynthia on the phone."

"Uh oh."

"I called her. We're going to meet in that little diner down the street. It's about time I came clean."

"You sure?"

Amy rested her elbows on her knees and her hands propped up her chin. "I laid here watching you sleep for...I don't know how long. And I kept thinking about how this was going to work out. It's not just me lying to Cynthia anymore, now I've got to drag you and Mario into it. And that guy Brian, he's like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off." Amy sighed and shook her head. "It sounds like the plot of some stupid romantic comedy, except no one's laughing." Her eyes turned from me to some far off place. "It's ridiculous. I've come out to every other person in my life. Why the hell am I so scared of Cynthia?"




After the Party



It had been a series of long and difficult weeks leading up to the Christmas party. We had both sat through endless meetings and checked and rechecked to ensure that all of the details were accounted for. Finally, the day had come. But that didn't mean our work was done---we still had to meet and greet the arriving employees, check to make sure everything was running smoothly, and troubleshoot the inevitable last-minute problems. Being on the Events Committee was a lot of work!

As the party wound down, We saw each other across the room. My heart skipped a beat---the physical and mental rush from making eye contact was exhilarating! No words were spoken---the looks we gave one another said it all. So many thoughts conveyed in a simple look: pride and relief regarding the successful party, longing and desire regarding each other. Knowing that we could survive the last minutes of the party and the wrap-up, all because of the shot of adrenaline we both got from the other's piercing gaze.

As the party ended, I moved toward her. All of the employees had left the bar. We were alone together, despite the crowded room of strangers quickly filling the establishment. I discerned the sight and sound of her alone, despite the crowded room and deafening noise. We silently drew toward one another, clasped hands, and slowly began walking out of the building. Once on the street, I put my arm around her waist, and Linda leaned in, to be as close as possible to me. We were too tired and drained to speak. We walked until we reached the stairs to the train. We slowly descended the stairs, but once at the bottom, I yanked on her hand and pulled her into me. We quickly wrapped our arms around each other. We gazed at each other, seeing the love and longing we were experiencing reflected in each other's eyes.

I slowly lowered my head toward hers and began to kiss her. She warmly responded, lightly running her tongue over my lips and into my mouth. The kisses grew in passion as our bodies began to meld into one. The silence, and the moment, was pierced by the sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs. We smiled at one another, knowing there was more to come.

As we walked toward the turnstiles, our thoughts centered on the brief embrace we had just shared. Our pace quickened in anticipation of adding to that memory.

Descending the stairs to the most remote area of the platform, we were again alone. In silence, we slowly drew toward one another, again into each other's arms. Our hands roamed over one another's backs, our kisses growing in passion and urgency. The softness of her body, even through her winter clothes, aroused me. My gentle yet insistent touch entranced her. My hands slid below her coat and then back up to her ample butt. I squeezed and rubbed her soft ass, and Linda responded by pressing her body into mine.

Her hands then did the same, sliding down until grasping my tight buns. Again though, our solitude was interrupted, this time by the approaching train.

As the train pulled to a stop, we boarded the last car. Fortune smiled on us, as there was no one sitting in the car we entered. Linda slid into the seat first, and I quickly followed. 

Wasting little time, we quickly began making out, our tongues rolling together. Our kisses moved from mouths to cheeks to necks, each area touched inflaming the recipient that much more. Our hands became blurs, moving over each other's bodies, quickly unzipping coats to provide access to more intimate areas. 

As her hands moved inward, I was sure Linda could feel the heat of my body. My chest, my back, my legs---they all provided a warmth that was both reassuring and exciting! Meanwhile, my hands traveled up to the two familiar round globes I had often fondled: her lovely breasts. As my palms and fingers kneaded the firm flesh, her nipples hardened at my sensuous touch, causing her to moan. We continued on, hands getting freer to explore as our arousal mounted. I slid my hands under her sweater, and then quickly inside her bra, to lightly stimulate her rock-hard nipples. Her hands moved to my thighs, and as her strokes lengthened, I spread my legs, eager to give her even more access. Linda eagerly reached further up my leg, touching my growing member. Oh how she enjoyed stroking it, feeling it harden to her touch! I responded by lowering a hand in between her legs, feeling the incredible heat being generated by her most intimate region. We sighed simultaneously. And then, yet another interruption: the conductor announced her stop was next.

Linda reluctantly rose from her seat, trying to tidy herself up before exiting the train. We looked at one another and, as if scripted for a romantic movie, Linda motioned for me to join her as I was getting up to do just that! We smiled knowingly at one another, yet again experiencing the unscientific yet very real phenomenon of thinking the same thoughts simultaneously.

We quickly made our way out of the train station, eager to be alone once more. We headed to the parking lot, where her car awaited. We settled into the car, and Linda drove to a secluded spot in the lot and parked. We quickly embraced. Finally free from interruption, we began again to explore one another's bodies. Though the winter weather was near freezing, the inside of the car rapidly warmed. Coats were unzipped, then removed. My hands became much freer and more determined, gliding over her breasts, legs, and ass. Her arms held me close; Linda wanted me to engulf her. As the heat continued to rise in the car, more zippers were unzipped and buttons were unbuttoned. She slid her hand into my shorts, grasping for my dick. Her fingers wrapped around my growing erection, while I busied myself with her now-bare breasts. I rubbed her tits, pinching the nipples, and then licked them, all the while feeling her hand stroking my rock-hard cock. Her 36C tits felt so nice---round and quite firm, especially considering that she, as well as I, was in her early forties.

While one of my hands and my mouth were busy with her tits, my other hand slid down her smooth stomach, slowly unbuttoning her pants. My hand then pulled down her zipper and, now unencumbered, slid under her waistband and inside her panties. I could feel the heat as my fingers moved through her soft, luxuriant muff. My fingers stopped as I reached her lips. Her audible moan urged me onward, and I quickly slipped two fingers into her saturated honey pot. I have never met a woman who gets as wet as quickly as Linda does. It certainly turns me on every time I touch her.

I felt her hand tighten on my prick as she responded to my urgent fingering of her pussy. Linda began to twist in her seat, and soon she was bucking her hips and digging her nails into my thigh. Her passionate moans stirred me to delve deeper, causing her to burst forth in orgasm. I slowed my touch, allowing her to catch her breath.

Eager to return the favor of the pleasure I had brought her, Linda pushed me back onto my seat, leaned over me on her knees, and struggled to pull my pants down. My boner rapidly popped into the air, awaiting the warmth of her mouth. Linda did not disappoint, eagerly sucking my cock and rubbing my balls. Her tongue twirled around my hard dick. The feeling was exquisite! My hand crept up her leg, grasping her pants and slowly inching them down her ass and legs. Her panties were next, easily sliding down to reveal her naked butt. My hand again crept up her now bare leg, moving slowly toward her pussy.

As my hand began to rub her cunt anew, she stroked me while licking my nuts. My fingers re-entered her pussy, and I slid one finger into her asshole, causing her to gasp. Linda groaned her acceptance, and I responded by pushing my finger deeper into her butt. The stimulation was too much for her---she lifted up from blowing me and relished in the sensations I brought to her. She shuddered and came again.

Wanting her more than anything, I laid her back down on the seat, pulled my pants and underwear off, and crawled on top of her. Linda pulled her pants and panties off of one leg and then spread her legs, begging me to fuck her. I readily complied, driving my raging hard-on deep into her cunt. The feeling was incredible! She was sopping wet, and I was as hard as I've ever been. I began to pump in and out of her as she wrapped her legs around my hips and back. I fucked her as hard as I ever had. Our passion and lust grew until I erupted deep in her snatch as she screamed my name and came at the same time.

I slumped on top of her and gently kissed her as we laid there in post-coital bliss. Merry Christmas!



After The Party



We stayed on at the party for a couple more hours. It made me horny to know that Claire was walking around with a spunky pussy. She was in total flirt mode and was happy to let the men caress her arse while she chatted with them. At one point I found her in the kitchen chatting to a guy whose hand was under her skirt. By the way it was moving up and down, he was obviously fingering her slit while she was whispering in his ear. She later told me she was telling him what a randy tart she was and that he should give her a call sometime. By the time we left, Paul had said he had to make his way home, but John said he'd be happy to come back to our place. When the taxi arrived to take us home, I sat in the front while Claire and John got in the back. Drunk and flirtatious, Claire made no effort to cover herself up as her skirt rode up her thighs revealing her suspenders. She draped one leg over John's, giving the driver a perfect view of her knickers wedged between her pussy lips.

As he drove I made idle chat with the driver, explaining why we were dressed so. When I turned round, Claire and John were snogging again, his hand running up and down her legs. She was moaning into his mouth whilst licking his lips. The driver had adjusted his mirror to get an eyeful of the two of them making out.

"That's one hot bird," he remarked.

"You should have seen what she got up to at the party," I replied.

By the time we arrived at our house Claire and John had calmed down a bit. Claire had noticed the driver's lustful gaze and played up to it by keeping her legs spread to give him a view of her underwear and pussy hairs poking out from the sides of her knickers. John and I got out of the car and when I turned to pay the driver I saw Claire was talking to him. She was rubbing the crotch of his trousers and inviting him in! The driver looked at me and asked if I was okay with this. I told him it was cool.

The four of us walked into the house and while the men sat down with a drink, Claire suggested putting a movie on while she freshened up. Unable to resist playing the part, I knew she was going upstairs to change into another sexy outfit.

About ten minutes later we heard the click of her heels on the stairs. Claire came into the room with a big smile on her face. She had changed into the nurse outfit we had bought last year. A tight PVC dress with the zip undone to her tits so they were half hanging out. The dress didn't cover the white suspender straps that were attached to white fishnets. She had also put on a pair of white stilettos. To top it off she had redone her make-up, lots of mascara and heavy red lipstick.

"So who fancies a bit of fun with little old slutty nurse?" she pouted. She placed a heel on the sofa revealing her knickerless pussy. Bill, the driver, was sitting with his jaw wide open while John grinned cheekily. Claire teased us all by running her hands over her stockings, adjusting the suspender straps. She then ran her hand over her mound before sliding a single finger up and down her slit.

"So tell me boys, what do you fancy doing to me?"

"A little bit more of what went on at the party," replied John, "we want your sexy mouth wrapped round our cocks, your luscious tits on display and your legs wide open, don't we Bill?"

"Too right, I'm going to enjoy fucking you," said Bill obviously getting into the swing of it.

Claire unzipped the dress so that her tits fell out. She massaged them and gently rolled her nipples in her fingers.

"Ooh Bill you naughty boy, you want to fuck me, in front of my hubby." She walked over to him and straddled his lap.

"Do you like my outfit Bill, is it slutty enough? I love putting on stockings and suspenders for a man. You were drooling when I came in the room. Feel my stockings, I put them on for you."

While Bill ran his hands over her stockinged thighs, Claire unbuttoned his shirt.

"So, Bill. Have you got a horny little wife waiting for you at home? Is she all dressed up waiting with her legs open? Are you going to fuck her after fucking me? Or are you going to stick your cock in her mouth, covered in my pussy juice?"

My wife isn't a randy little tart like you. But as it happens you're not my first fuck of the evening. So how about licking my cock?"

"Was she a passenger?" Claire asked. Bill nodded. "Are you going to fuck me in your cab the next time you bring me home then?" Claire asked coyly. "I fancy a good rutting in the back of your taxi."

By now Claire had unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. She wanked it for a bit, telling him what a nice cock he had before she knelt before him and licked the enlarged head.

"Does that look good?" she asked Bill. "Do you like my slutty mouth on your cock?"

"Suck my cock baby," he answered, "show me how good you are."

Her head began to bob up and down as she sucked his shaft into her mouth. The sight of her arse framed in suspender belt and stockings was too much for John. He knelt behind her and licked her sticky pussy lips. Claire reacted by moaning and pushing her arse into his face.

After a while John pulled her up and told her to sit on Bill's cock. Coated in her saliva, Claire grabbed his cock by the base and fed it into her pussy.

"Does that feel good honey? Naughty little nurse wants you to fuck her. Suck my nipples while I fuck you."

She bounced up and down on his cock while Bill made very effort to keep a nipple in his mouth. John was standing behind her wanking his cock at the sight of her arse moving up and down, her suspenders stretched over her cheeks. He stepped forward and rubbed his cock over her arse cheeks.

"Oh shit, John, that's good" Claire moaned. Bill lifted his head and he and Claire were soon sucking on each other's tongues. Claire slowed her fucking of Bill's cock and reaching behind her grabbed John's cock. She rested it at the entrance to her already stuffed pussy.

"Are you sure you can take both?" John asked.

"You've made me so randy, I want them both. Come on stud, push it in. I want two cocks in my cunt."

John started to push and his cock slipped in.

"Ah yes, come on you bastards, fuck me. Fill my pussy with your meat. Fill me up, I want you to double fuck me hard. Go on John, push, stick it in. Give it to me. Fuck me hard."

John grabbed her hips and shoved his cock in alongside Bill's. Claire grunted and grabbed hold of her nipples.

"OH shit, I'm coming, I'm coming," she wailed. She bucked on Bill's lap while both men kept their cocks deep in her pussy.

"Fuck that was good. Now cream my face," Claire ordered.

John withdrew his cock and Claire stood up, her pussy lips sucking along the sides of Bill's shaft. She knelt before the two men who stood in front of her wanking their cocks. She caressed their balls and told them to shoot their spunk over her face. Bill was the first to come, grunting loudly before starting to spurt. His come splattered on her face in long strands, covering her cheeks and hair. John followed soon after firing into her open mouth for the second time that evening. Claire licked the mess from her face and sucked their helmets in turn into her mouth.

"Unbelievable," Bill kept saying. He looked at his watch and said he had to be going but said any time Claire wanted a lift home, just give him a call. Claire showed him out and then made more drinks for the three of us. We chatted for a while and all agreed what an incredible evening it had been.

I must have passed out in the chair. When I woke it was 5 a.m. and no one else was in the room. As I went upstairs I could hear noises coming from our bedroom. I stood by the doorway and looked in. Claire was on all fours on the bed with John kneeling behind her. She was still in stockings, suspenders and heels. John was gripping her suspender belt as he rammed into her. I was amazed they were still at it.

"Fuck John keep going, ram my arse, fuck my butt, fill it with your meat," Claire panted. Sure enough his cock was ploughing in and out of her arse. His cockshaft had stretched her entrance forming a tight ring. He was fucking her hard, so that everytime his thighs slapped against the backs of hers, Claire grunted.

"God, your arse is tight," John said through gritted teeth as he screwed it in as far as he could.

"Yeah baby, I love it," she panted back, "don't stop, this is so dirty, if my husband knew he'd go ballistic. He's dying to fuck my arse but so far I haven't let him. Grind it baby, fuck my butt. Come in my arse."

John gripped her suspender belt and buried his cock deep into her arse while Claire, looking over her shoulder, urged him on with foul language.

"You fucking stud, come on fuck my back passage. Shit you're making me come. Do you like the view, my cheating arse, framed in tarty underwear, available for your big cock? Spunk up my arse while my hubby sleeps it off downstairs."

With his cock buried to the hilt, John leant forward and licked her mouth. Claire reciprocated by sliding her tongue over his, still panting from the sensation of having her arse filled with his cock.

"Here it comes babe," John moaned. His arse cheeks clenched as he fired his third load of the evening into my wife's arse.

"Oh yeah, that's good, I can feel it throbbing in my butt. I'm going to have to do this more often," Claire answered.

John pulled his cock from her arse and collapsed on the bed next to her. She glanced at his cock.

"You certainly have put that to good use tonight," she laughed. "But I think we'll have to call it a day."

I silently went back downstairs and lay on the sofa. John left a few minutes later and I made my way upstairs. Claire was lying there with a naughty grin on her face.

"Well hon did you enjoy yourself?" she sighed.

"You are insatiable," I replied.

"I know, I know," Claire said. "Fancy licking me for a bit?"



After the Party



He was damned if he was going to speak to her.

They rode alone in the dark, each wrapped in the stony silence peculiar to feuding couples. The party had started off well, till she started flirting with that little prick from Accounting. He knew she did it just to tease him. Sometimes it worked, but he wasn't in the mood tonight, and she knew it.

She'd tried a couple of light comments which fell flat in the silence of the car. At some level he knew that he was enjoying being angry. Things had been so busy in their lives for the past week or so, she'd barely touched him, and now she's laughing at Simmons' jokes, lightly touching his arm, giving him the full hundred-watt smile? Bitch.

They pulled onto the well-lit motorway. Only another 45 minutes of this and he could get home and hide in his study. Maybe get online and do some chatting. Yeah, in one of those sex rooms. That'd teach her.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement in the passenger seat. He cut his eyes over at her, quick and angry, and saw her peeking up at him with a mischievous look. She was unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, exposing the black lace bra.

Well, damn if that was going to work. It was just a little late for flirting. If she thought the sight of her breasts would make him forget his anger, she was wrong. They were very nice breasts… but no, he had principles. There was a point to be made here. He set his jaw and refocused his eyes squarely on the road.

Still….hard not to see out of his peripheral vision. The inside of the car was well -- if intermittently --illuminated by passing streetlights as well as the headlights of oncoming cars. He knew from the motions of her hands and red-tipped fingernails that she was stroking her nipples through the smooth satin of her bra cups.

In spite of himself, he felt his cock perking up in attention, and willed himself to think about other things. That report he had due. Or the electric bill. Anything to distract himself from her legs, which had now spread fairly wide as she leaned against the far side passenger door. Occasionally she reached down and stroked the surface of her panties.

As he passed one car and met another, he realized that she was exposed to anyone looking into the interior of the car -- large breasts pulled out over her bra cups and her graceful legs parted for easy access. He turned to angrily tell her to behave and pull herself together, but the full vision that met him stopped his voice before it ever formulated the words.

She was massaging her breasts now, looking clearly at him, and sneaking one silk-clad leg along the seat to rub up against his thigh.

Resolutely, he put his attention to the dark road again, trying to ignore the small foot playing with him, rubbing over his groin. It was impossible to hide his erection from her now, as he had swollen to full length. His cock throbbed painfully under his jeans, seeking release.

His cock was telling him that his girlfriend was playing with herself, half naked as they drove through the night. His cock insisted, eager to be let out to play. His cock was trying to cloud his judgment. Why was he angry? He shook his head to clear it, and struggled to remember.

He felt a rustle as she repositioned herself, kneeling toward him on the front seat. He gasped to feel her hand opening his fly. God, no, she couldn't do this here. What if the cops stopped them? What if a truck passed by? He was clearly visible on the well-lit motorway, and now she was pulling his erection out of his briefs, exposing the swollen head to the light and air.

This really must stop, and he was going to tell her so, just as soon as they passed the next exit. Just as soon as she stopped caressing the head of his cock. He felt her hand snaking down between his legs and firmly rubbing his balls, which were aching by now. He pushed, trying to get more friction against her hand.

He was panting now, concentrating on keeping the car between the lines. There was something he really meant to tell her, what was it? Oh, yes, to stop. Yes, she really must stop. Very soon.

He felt her wet, hot tongue lapping the precum off his slit and a loud groan escaped him. 

"Keep driving, or I'll stop," came a soft voice filled with laughter.

The warm mouth enveloped the head of his cock, licking and sucking now. Slowly, teasingly, keeping him hot and aroused, but not enough, never enough. Soft tongue flicking over the tip, then swirling around the head, then blowing hot air on him till he cried out in frustration. She teased him for miles and miles, keeping him hard and leaking but never satisfied. He longed to be able to thrust fully down her throat, to feel her lips close tight around his shaft, to feel her soft fingers teasing his balls and ass, but the confines of his trousers -- not to mention the demands of driving -- limited both of their movements.

He reached over and fondled her breasts, hanging down as she kneeled over him. Oh, God, he couldn't do this - the feel of her nipples, her wet tongue tormenting the head of his cock, this was unbearable. He didn't want to do this, he wanted to be angry, he wanted to be alone, he wanted to spurt his hot cum all over her face, into her pussy, into her ass…Christ, this so was not a safe way to drive.

A soft voice drifted up to him. "Remember that rest stop at Exit 340? The one with the little private picnic areas?"

His cock stiffened almost unbearably, and another moan escaped him. They had once had incredible sex there while on an outing; it was a scene that still haunted his fantasies. The exit was coming up, and he pulled off so erratically that it was fortunate that the service road was deserted. He sped into the park at full speed. The brakes squealed as he pulled into a spot behind some trees and jerked the key out of the ignition. Opening the door without buttoning his fly, he was illuminated by the rooftop light for a moment, leaping out with his cock bobbing, erect and protruding from his trousers. He dragged her to her feet, half naked and laughing, and slammed the door. 

Gripping her soft ass and turning her away from him, he then slammed her against the side of the car.

She moaned as he pulled her wet panties off and clawed her miniskirt up around her waist and out of the way. His cock had been teased for over a half hour now, and he roughly parted her cheeks, slamming his way into her tight pussy.

He sighed in satisfaction as he heard her sharp cry of passion, pushing into her wet flesh. Oh yes, this was it, so wet and warm, welcoming him in. His full balls slapped against her soft buttcheeks with each stroke. They were both groaning and straining together now, neither giving a damn if their sounds of passion could be heard from the nearby carpark. So much teasing had left them each close to climax, and she was squeezing her muscles to pull him deeper in with every stroke.

He realized that they weren't alone. Off to the side, skulking in the dark twenty yards away or so, he saw a couple of teen-aged boys, staring open-mouthed at the scene they'd come across. In the midst of his aching need, he didn't give a damn. Even better, this was just what she deserved after her display at the party. He'd really put her on display.

He heard her gasping, "please! please!" and clenched his ass, driving into her as hard as he could. His cock had never been so deep, never so hard, and the feel of her tight channel around him was curling his toes, bringing the orgasm up from deep in his thighs. Her moans were driving him on now, and he gripped her breasts from behind, urging her to orgasm as the sperm rose, hot and demanding, in his balls. Both the boys were jerking off now as they watched, and he relished the sight of them watching him fuck his girlfriend. Especially since she didn't know. Didn't know that her moans were not only for him. Didn't know how her white ass was exposed, how her full dangling breasts could be clearly seen, shaking with each thrust.

He tried to make it last as long as possible, knowing they were giving a show. She'd already come once around his hard dick, making her pussy all the wetter and sweeter. As usual, she was hotter after her first orgasm, and she writhed around him, rubbing her gorgeous asscheeks all over him and taking his cock in at every possible angle. 

Her needy groans filled the air, "please, please, more, harder" and his vision went black, all was sensation, hard cock in wet pussy, more more more. He knew he was going to shoot soon, fill her pussy with his seed as she gushed over him. He felt the contractions in her womb as she climaxed, and he arched and spurted, shooting his spunk into her in repeated, forceful shots as she came around him. Their groans filled the air as they climaxed together, pumping and fucking until they were spent, falling together to the hard pavement as their legs gave way.

Twenty yards away, unnoticed, two teenagers came at the same time, hot young hands stroking, shooting their cum into the dark while they watched in awe. It was a night they'd never forget.

*****

After some peremptory cleaning up and a few passionate make-up kisses, he got her back in the car, and took his place behind the wheel. As they reentered the highway, she looked at him tentatively and softly said, "I'm sorry I made you mad."

"It's ok. You made it up to me," he responded. Perhaps one day he'd tell her about the boys. 



After the Party



I watch you from a distance while I sip a beer. You are in your own little world, your eyes are closed and you are so into the music. I can see it flowing through you and from the small smile I see on your face I can see you are enjoying the way it makes you feel. I take my gaze away from you to look around at who else is in the crowd and what they are up to. There are many like you, blissfully enjoying the delights that the DJ is mixing up. And then there others like me on the outskirts, still enjoying the music but also enjoying the display of those dancing. One person in particular is also intent in watching you! Although you aren't the most body perfect person on the floor, you certainly have a look that is rather appealing and your enjoyment positively makes you radiant. 

Suddenly you open your eyes and scan the room looking for something or someone. You flick over me then sharply turn back and focus on me with a huge smile that lights up your eyes. It makes my heart miss a beat because I know it's for me that your attention holds. You then bounce over in time to the music and wrap me up in your warm arms. I can feel that you are slick on your back below your bra and your face glistens with moisture. You grind your pelvis against mine and groan into my ear. Then you throw your arms around my neck and press your breasts into mine. Your mouth seeks mine and gently nips before plunging in for deeper exploration. Its time to go home and I know I need to get you there before you fall into a heap.

Grabbing your pack you pull out your jacket and I put on mine. You decide to brave the cold in your hot pants and your jacket. We are quick to get a cab and I can't keep my hands and mouth off you. I think we have the cabbie blushing when one of my hands goes up your shorts and yours go up my top you teasing little minx, nibbling on my neck and rubbing my clit. You lift up my top to lick and bite my nipples through my bra. Somehow we have managed to get to your place. I'm not sure how you managed to stay focused enough to remember to give him directions.

I can see that you loose focus when I come at you from behind and bite on your neck while you try to get the key in the door. Realising that I'm hindering the process I step back with a lingering pat on your butt. Finally you get the door open, drop your pack by the door and head for the showers. I've barely got the door shut and you've striped off and are stepping into the steaming hot water. So unfair because I know you would have taken care choosing your underwear and now it lies discarded on the floor.

However my disappointment is short lived as I see the soapy water flow ever your body. I see you soaping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. Ah you shameless hussy! I know how much you like to be clean, especially after working up an honest sweat on the dance floor, so I don't disappoint you. Shucking my clothes I'm soon in the shower with you and sucking on those gorgeous tits. Not being shy you turn me around and soap me all over taking extra care to stop and kiss your favourite bits, behind my ear, the small of my back and behind my knees.

Like the whirlwind that you are, you've turned then water off and have jumped out before I've even realised. I'm left standing in the shower dripping before you take pity on me and toss me a towel. Realising my slightly bemused state you duck back and help me out of the shower and dry me off. Each teasing swipe punctuated with a lingering kiss on my clean dry skin.

Once you've finished, you lead me to the bedroom and push me flat on my back on the bed, slipping your knee between my legs you fall down onto your hands near my head, dropping your body close to mine. Gently you lower your body down until we are touching head to foot. Your lips press into mine and we kiss, your tongue exploring my lips, parting them, then delving inside to sweep around my teeth and lips, then dual with my tongue. I suck on your bottom lip, nip it, sooth it with my tongue then moves on to explore your mouth.

Drawing away you sit back on your heels so you can survey my body beneath yours. My nipples are erect above their small mounds, you dip your head down to play with one then the other. Soft kisses, licks and flicks with your tongue, then your teeth graze them so that they swell in your mouth and you suck them harder. My hand reaches up to play with yours as they hang and swing before my eyes. I roll and squeeze them between my fingers. My hands still as you've thrust your thigh up against my lips and begin to rub against them. The extra pressure and friction has my clit swelling and my lips moistening. I squeeze my legs together holding your leg tight and rock against it. Your mouth continues to wander around my breasts, neck and mouth bestowing pleasure wherever it lingers.

Suddenly you are not content with the amount of attention that I'm bestowing on your gorgeous body so you flip around withdrawing your knee and replacing it with your mouth. I'm presented with your round cheeks, pink lips and clit eagerly waiting for my ministrations. Being slightly perverse I decide to take the slow route and nibble my way up your creamy thighs, soothing the nips with my cool soft lips. I can feel and see that this turns you on as your clit swells and moistens while your attention to mine wavers. I don't mind because I like to tease you until you explode.

Continuing my slow progress I kiss all around your lips and blow on your clit, you shiver and bring yourself lower, onto my mouth. With you on top I can't avoid those luscious lips any longer and begin to give you the attention you deserve. Grabbing your hips I bring you even closer and I suck on your clit, drawing it into my mouth to flick it with my tongue. You return your attention to mine so that it becomes hard for both of us to focus on the other while being worked over so well. In the end you draw away from me so you can re-arrange yourself. Your hands then join in, one on my breast, the other slipping two fingers in, out and around my lips while your mouth works my clit. It is so sensitive and tight I'm about to explode. I can feel the pressure building and my head thrashes about as my hips rock and buck against your ministrations. You keep going varying the pressure and angle of those wicked hands and mouth. You have me moaning as I cum with a rush coating your hand with my juices. You flop down beside me and I reward your efforts with a warm slow deep kiss and wrap you in my arms tight. You still for a moment but can't last long, twitching, waiting for your own release.

Fighting every instinct to roll over and go to sleep I pull back from your sweet warmth and find you wriggling with tension. I can see you are bound tight and are close to coming but you need help to get over the edge. You are sensitive all over so I glide over your body, with soft yet firm movements quickly moving over all your sensitive points. Working those swollen nipples, nibbling on your neck and nipping at your ear, flicking it with my tongue to come back and tease your clit harder and faster with my thumb, sliding my tongue and teeth all over and inside your lips, thrusting that thick flesh against your swollen walls. Slipping my fingers in to get in deeper and moving my mouth to your clit to suck and flick at a frenzied pace. I can feel you bearing down pushing into my mouth and hands and I know you are close. My hand deep inside you works your g-spot while another finger slips around behind to finger your tight arse and you gasp. Continually applying pressure and friction to all three points I have you arching and coming into my hands and mouth. Now you flop beside me and allow me to bring you in close, finally stilling as the music inside you goes quiet and we both drift off to sleep in each others arms.