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Colt

By: roan barrow II



1 A Lark in the Park

There she is guys! Now don’t go humpin’ her! That would be my job, anyway!

I’ve seen her maybe 3 or 4 times this spring at the dog park, always walking toward me and then past me. I’m getting eye candy but it’s still wrapped in cellophane! From 400 feet or so away, I can tell her by her legs—long, taut, thin, tanned. At about 6 feet tall, she must have a 34-inch inseam. A man can only have one thought seeing legs like this: getting them wrapped around his head or waist—or maybe in some way more creative! At about 200 feet, I next see her faded denim cut-offs, washed so many times they seem translucent, so short half the pockets show on her thighs. At about 100 feet, I examine her blouse—always tied, revealing a tight, slender belly and just covering firm, small breasts, each the size of a few mouthfuls! At 50 feet I move up her slender Audrey Hepburn neck to her beautiful face, highlighted by chiseled cheek bones, puggish nose, and Lake Michigan-blue eyes, framed by blonde curls.

We’ve never spoken. Just “Hello” and a smile. I usually stand there like an imbecile, speechless, and watch her, her tiny waist and fanny gliding away from me. I think most men are intimidated by women who look like this. I am anyway. But, fuck it, I say today. At least get her name.

Unlike other times, her dog and mine start playing together, so she stops. We stand there, our eyes hidden by sunglasses. “I’ve got a name for you,” I say. “Actually, it’s a nickname. I use it when you pop into my head!”

“Excuse me? When I pop into your head?” she asks, looking over her sunglasses. “What does that mean?

“It’s Colt. Your nickname’s Colt! I’ll be sitting at my computer, working in my yard, walking here—and an image of you will suddenly be in my head. Then, I say, ‘Oh, yeah—Colt!”

She must be thinking this was a bad day to come to the park without some mace or pepper gas! What the fuck is this weirdo talking about!

“Why Colt?” she asks.

“Because colts are beautiful! They’re all legs. And playful and spirited!” I say.

“Do you think I’m playful and spirited?” she asks. “And what’s your name?

“I want to think you are. And it’s Mack. Most people call me Mack.”

“I like your nickname for me. It is cute. Yes, Mack, call me Colt!” she says, starting to smile. “And I can be very playful and spirited—when I want!”

We turn to check our dogs. Jordan, my neutered male who doesn’t understand the concept or what the end result should be, is humping Colt’s bitch. My complexion goes from tanned to all-American red!

“Jordan!” I yell. “Get down! That’s no way to treat a lady!” “Sometimes it is, Mack!” Colt purrs. “Just not in public.” I take off my sunglasses and look at her. She says, “You think I haven’t given you the up-and-down treatment when I’ve seen you here? You got great legs, too, leading up to a cute tight ass! But you’ve never seemed much interested—until now. 

“You know, Mack, a colt should never be ridden until she’s at least a year old!” she says, taking off her sunglasses. “I’m much older than that—in horse or dog or human years!” And she laughs.

All right, Mack, time to be quick on your usual plodding feet! I look past Colt at the townhouses being built near the field’s parking lot. Today’s Sunday. 

“Colt, let’s walk the dogs,” I suggest, moving in the direction of our cars.

She is divorced, I learn, about 7 years ago. Her ex-husband, Michael, was murdered in his home by a saxophone player a couple years earlier. A jealous quarrel over a woman, she explains. She had continued to love him after the divorce, but never regretted her decision to leave him. 

“A relationship is like a garden, Mack” Colt says. “Let part of it go untended and you get weeds.”

“Let’s get our dogs into the vans and walk. Okay, Colt?” I suggest.

I steer her toward the townhouses. The completed ones are locked tight, but the unfinished ones aren’t.

“Still feeling playful and spirited?” I ask.

Colt takes my hand and leads me into one of the buildings. When we get inside, she turns and kisses me, grabbing my head and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I grab her tight buns and grind my hips against hers. I feel her pubic bone tight against my hardening cock.

She breaks our embrace and again takes my hand, explaining we should explore a little. The usual construction worker’s tools and stuff lie strewn around—caulk guns, scrapers, hammers, rope, insulated wire. She takes me to a corner where a canvas tarp lies in a heap, and turns to me.

“Time to be playful and spirited,” she says as she lies down on the tarp. First, my mind takes the picture that I’ll have all the rest of my life: This incredibly gorgeous filly laying before me, inviting me. I kneel next to her poised to kiss her.

“Playful and clothing are bad combinations, Mack,” she says. I reach for the knot of her blouse and, for once, am not the usual klutz—surprising, since I’m shaking with anticipation and arousal! Her front opens up. Oh, God, I think. These are perfect, with half-inch erect nipples. She unbuttons her cutoffs and raises her ass as I help her wiggle out of them and her panties. I stare at the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Soft, wispy blonde curls she has shaved so that a one-inch line of hair leads like a runway to her slit. “Pilot to tower! Permission to make a steep descent!”

I kneel between her legs and kiss her at the top of her cunt. She groans. I lick her lips and between them, around them, I suck on them. She grinds her hips at me and moans. She moves her hands and pushes down on my head, pushing me deep into her pussy. There, her thighs grip me like a vise. “Eat me, Mack!” she quietly commands. She is so fresh and hot! I slurp her, lick her, suck her, inhale her. Her thighs relax and she reaches with her fingers to open her lips for me, revealing her bright red button, glistening as a shaft of afternoon sun touches it. I gently lick it, then blow on it, then suck on it a little, before backing off. “God, Mack, don’t stop!” she pants.

“Stop? Colt, Baby, I’m just starting!” 

I roll us so she is atop me and squats above my face. Our only physical connection is my tongue and my lips and her cunt. In this position, it is so open to me. I explore every hill and valley within her. I play more with her clit, and she thrusts her hips across my tongue, over and over, each time moaning. A cool breeze sweeps through the glassless window and her skin becomes goose bumps and her nipples elongate. I reach up to caress them. They are hard like marbles. I caress her breasts; they are like firm pears.

I move her hips forward so her asshole is above me. I tongue her there, rimming her hole, and then french her deep. Colt is panting faster and harder.

“Jesus, Mack!” she gasps. “Tell me you ain’t holding back! That this is your best, right?! Jesus!”

I’m back on her cunt, licking her back to front and letting the tip of my tongue graze her bud. Back and forth. Colt’s pumping up and down on it as I lick her. We latch on to a great rhythm.

“You’re a cunt-tease, aren’t you, Mack?! Well, tease this!” And with that, she shoves her snatch so my head is completely engulfed. My tongue is up her vagina, swirling around its walls, lapping her juices and swallowing her into me. I want Colt’s taste to permeate me and settle like fine wine in me. I sense she is close to ready, so I suck on her clit a little harder. It’s taken on the size of one of her nipples. She grinds me hard and clasps my head with her thighs, then shudders and yells. “Omigod, omigod, omigod!” over and over, between her gasps for breath. My head and my cock are screaming for air too! Finally, her thighs relax and I reach through my shorts to release my cock from them. Colt rests on top of me.

“Like, Mack, do you teach a graduate course on how to eat a woman until her insides explode in an orgasm of fire?” she asks with a laugh. “That was something fucking else! Lord!” My cock twitches up against her hip.

“Oh, someone’s knocking on my back door!” she giggles as she lays on me. “Let me ask you something, Mack. I could go down on you now and give you the sweetest blow job of your life…or, if you can wait, I have pleasures awaiting you that you can’t begin to imagine! What’ll it be—blow job now, relentless ecstasy later?”

I think, always a dangerous activity for me, especially when it comes to sex, women, and booze.

“I’ll wait till whenever you’re ready, Colt!” I say. “That’s the playful part of you I like! But I’m not done with you today, now am I? Didn’t I tell you I was just starting?”

She grins a big grin. “Oh, Colt likes da man! Yes she does!”

2 Why Knot?

She reaches for some rope lying in the corner. She begins to wrap it around her wrist and her eyes widen and light up like a runway in fog. 

“Oh, Baby!” Colt says excitedly. “Sometimes a colt needs to be tied in the corral. You know, for her own good!”

She gets up and leads me to the staircase that heads to the second floor. Colt ties one end of the rope to one wrist and loops it through a couple balusters in the railing. She pulls the rope taut and hands it to me. 

“Tie my other wrist, Mack,” she says. 

I’m thinking, I’m just a freelance writer! The kinkiest sex I ever had was when I cut a hole in a cantaloupe and fucked it! I should have let it come to room temperature first—nearly turned my cock blue!

“Tie it, Mack, so I’m hanging naked for you!”

Well, Mack, do what the lady says! Glory, is she fucking hot as I stand back and look at her, her long body and legs, her feet barely touching the floor. She’s got some cojones letting a guy she just met tie her up in an empty building in a field! This has Looking for Mr. Goodbar written all over it. 

“Come, Mack. Eat my body!” Colt purrs again. I know this phrase—priests say it before communion. God—please don’t strike me dead!

I cup her ass cheeks and bring her to me. Her breasts are at mouth height. I lick each, sucking lightly on her nipples. I suck hard on her tits as she moans.

“Suck Colt’s tits, Mack. Suck them deep into your mouth, please!” she commands.

I inhale most of each of her breasts, licking her nipples while I bathe them with saliva. She continuously grinds her hips into my stomach, and then she wraps those long incredible legs around my waist, clasping me. I work her tits like a bitch works a cock, sucking them in and out. I make popping and slurping noises while sucking them. They are so taut!

I turn her around and glide my hands all over her ass. She lifts her legs so her feet are spread against the wall of the staircase. I kneel. Her cunt and ass are completely open for me. All I keep thinking is “Mack, just pull it out and ram this bitch!” But the way she said “relentless ecstasy” makes me too curious to give in. For now!

Instead, I eat her completely. I impale her ass on my tongue and fuck that hole with it, pushing my head up until I cannot go deeper. I swirl it in her and her muscles tighten around my tongue, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing and releasing. Her cunt juices begin to drip to the floor, forming a dark pool on the wood. I never thought a woman could become so wet! I extend my tongue below her, to catch a few drops of her wine. Shit, wine’s bitter compared to Colt’s nectar!

“Oh, Mack, you got the hottest fucking tongue!”

I reach an arm around each of her thighs and pull her down onto my face. I am smothered in her cunt! She thrusts her pelvis against my head and grinds on me, rubbing her clit against my tongue, my nose, my forehead. She wants my head to fuck her! 

Her clit protrudes from her labia and by now, purple and engorged and twitching. I lightly lick it and Colt jerks in her ropes.

“Mack, oh, Mack, suck on my clit, Baby! Don’t stop till I drench you with my cum! Fuck!”

It is like I am giving her a blow job! I suck her bud into me and move back, suck in and out, slurping and making suck noises. She fucks my mouth with it, thrusting it in and out of my face. My arms shove her ass forward, helping her. She continues dripping, soaking my shirt with her juice!

“Now, Mack!” she pants. “Fuckin’ now!” With one final thrust, Colt squeezes her thighs and buries my head in her. She ejaculates, splashing her cum everywhere in my mouth. Jesus, this is so fucking hot! When her final gush flows on my tongue and her legs relax, I shoot my own load without ever touching myself. It mixes with her cum on the floor.

Colt starts to laugh or cry. I can’t tell which, maybe both.

“Untie me, Baby!” she asks. She falls into my arms, limp. I hold her to me and she embraces me. 

“That was beyond sex!” she manages to say, gasping for air. “I don’t know what you call the place you just took me, but it was the twilight zone of my senses! Jesus, Mack, no one’s come within a mile of how you just made me feel.”

“Colt, you bring out the best in me!” I chuckle. “No one’s been within a mile of how hot and beautiful you are! You made me cum and I never even touched myself!”

She looks down and sees our combined fluids, seeping into the wood. She squats and wipes some up on her finger. She rises and makes sure I see her suck it clean.

“Mmmm! Nice cocktail!” she grins. “Now I got a nickname for you, Mack! I’m gonna call you ‘Jockey’ from now on!”

I watch her dress, her lithe body bathed in the late afternoon’s golden glow. Her skin glistens and radiates. She might be a bitch in 101 other ways, I don’t know, but she is physical perfection. She stands in front of me, reaches into my shorts, and cups by cock and balls, squeezing them slightly.

“I’ll make my offer one more time, Jockey,” she says. “I’d be happy dropping to my knees and blowing you here and now. Or, the program is this: you don’t cum for a week—no pussy, no jackin’ off! You show up at my crib next Saturday at 6 sharp with these cum-filled balls and, by the time you leave, they’ll be the size of BBs!”

“I need your address, Colt!” I say. “And what the fuck is your name anyway!”

“Jessica. The countdown starts now, Jockey!”

3 The Room

My week is fucking shot! I can’t work, I can’t garden, I can’t watch TV or read. I am consumed by thinking of Colt. I rewind and play the tape of us Sunday afternoon over and over, and all I do is get so horny that neither the crack of dawn or the cock crowing is safe! Getting laid once in a while or jacking off every day has become so common in my life that I cannot remember going more than 2 days without one or the other. When I awaken on Saturday, I’m glad it’s finally here, but the minutes go by like a baseball game.

Colt lives only a few miles from me, in a fashionable Chicago suburb, the only town I’ve ever known to have a polo club. Many of the residential streets have “Local Traffic Only” signs, which is snob-speak for “Keep Your Chevies the Fuck Out!” As I curve around Paddock Lane in my Cavalier, I find her house—well, house is what I live in; this is a fucking estate! Rich bitch, ol’ Colt is, I think. Trophy wife? Or maybe she married some rich bastard and fucked him to death!

The front door opens as soon as I knock and a maid lets me in. “I’m here for Jessica,” I say, trying not to act like I’m 16 years old.

“And who may I say is calling?” the maid asks.

“Jock…Mack. Tell her it’s Mack.” I stare around me. I am clearly out of this financial league. “Just pop a nut, Mack, and get the fuck out” is all I can think.

The maid returns. “Ms. Jessica will meet you in the wine cellar, Sir. Walk this way, please.”

I follow her, thinking about the hunchback’s line in ‘Young Frankenstein’—should I walk like her? I need a little comic relief!

When we reach the bottom of the stairs the maid points to a door. “Ms. Jessica will attend to you in there. You may go right in.”

“Th-th-thanks,” I stutter and reach for the handle. I open it and walk into an almost pitch-black room. One recessed light in the ceiling in the corner is lit. Like a fucking spotlight!

“Hello, Jockey!” purrs a voice from the dark. “Did you come to mount your Colt and take her for a ride?” 

Colt suddenly appears below the light. Oh, Jesus, I think, don’t cum, Mack, do not cum in your pants! Colt is wearing, shall I say, an assortment of…things. Since her legs always draw my eyes first, I notice her white, up-to-the-crotch latex boots with spike heels. Nice start! She also wears a white latex bra that lifts her breasts but does not cover them. She wears white leather gloves that just reach her elbow and a white leather choke collar, studded with silver. Colt also sports a white leather headband around her forehead, decorated with stars and a bolt of lightning. Sequins and rhinestones randomly adorn her body. Colt literally glitters! I have meanwhile turned to stone. Colt should just call the maid to come get me, place me in front of the house, and put a fucking lantern in my hand. Decorative statuary! I reach my hand to my mouth to see if the drool factor has kicked in. No. Good! Colt struts up to me and grabs my crotch.

“You been a good boy for me, Jockey? Let’s see,” she snarls as she reaches into my pants and cups my balls. “They sure do feel filled. Did you save a week’s seed for your Colt, Jockey?”

I shake my head yes, afraid it may break off.

“Let me pour you a drink. You look like a bourbon man, through and through!”

Thank God! I cannot think of what I want or need more.

She pours me a pretty stiff drink, and I chug it. That’s it! I feel like I had been holding my breath for about an hour! 

“Colt, I’ve never seen or even imagined anyone as sexy and hot as you do tonight!” He speaks! He ali-i-i-i-ve!

“Thank you, Baby! I like dressing up at Derby time!” She reaches toward the wall and turns the dimmer so more light shines in the room. That’s when I notice the table with harnesses, cuffs, feathers, small whips, lots of chains, and many items I can’t imagine a use for! 

“Mack,” Colt whispers in my ear, caressing my ass. “I’ve been thinking all week about last Sunday. How exquisite you made me feel—to my core. I’m here to try to make you feel as good! Kiss me, Jockey!” I cup my hands to her ass—oh, so tight and smooth! I pull her to me and we kiss, she extending her tongue deep into me, our hips grinding into each other. She breaks our embrace. “Do you want relentless ecstasy, Mack? Do you trust me? Do you trust that I won’t hurt you—too much?” Colt growls and unbuttons my shirt. She rubs my chest and nipples and then sucks on them, moving her hands to my crotch, rubbing my hardness. She kneels and removes pants, socks, shoes. My shirt joins the pile. She kneels in front of my cock and holds it at the base. With her eyes open, she blows on it from different angles. It twitches several times in her light touch. I think it’s just going to explode and splatter blood all over the room! Headline in tomorrow’s Sun-Times: “Man’s Pecker Explodes in Oakbrook; Several Homes Razed! Dental Records Reveal Nothing!”

She walks to the center of the room and pulls down some cuffs attached to a chain. She motions me to join her and to extend each wrist. I comply. She turns a handle on the wall and I am gently lifted up, my arms extended wider than my shoulders. My feet still rest on the floor. She cuffs one ankle with a chain and then the other. She turns another handle and my legs are spread the same as my arms. I am, perhaps, 3 inches off the floor. Colt stands in front of me and smiles.

“Good! Let me begin then,” she whispers into my ear.

She walks to the table and picks up two feathers. She caresses my neck and face with one and brings the other through my crotch, stimulating my balls. This is the beginning of Colt’s dance.

All parts of my body are touched, repeatedly yet differently.

Colt, oh, my God, Colt, oh, Jesus, Colt, oh, God, Colt!” I repeat over and over, my cock twitching every few seconds. She occasionally blows on me, her warm breath puckering my skin. She puts one of the feathers back and kneels in front of my cock. She blows on my inner thighs, and it twitches. She blows on my scrotum, and it twitches. She blows on it, and it twitches. I look down and wonder whose cock that is—it must be at least an inch longer and thicker than I’ve ever seen! Shit, it is going to explode! “Penile tissue was found in a 3 block radius of an Oakbrook estate…!”


Colt



Without any other touch, Colt opens her mouth and moves her head until I am halfway inside her. She then closes her lips and sucks in the rest.

“Oh, God!”

She repeats this several times.

“Oh, God!”

“Oh, God!”

“Oh, God!”

“Oh, God!”

She releases me and caresses my balls with the feather again. I am fucking writhing in sheer pleasure!

“I want you to cum in me as I came in you. I want to feel the power of your beautiful cock erupt in me and fill me with your sperm. Will you? Will you cum in my mouth so I may taste the essence of you, Jockey?”

If she don’t suck me now, she’s gonna have my fucking essence all over her fucking tits!

She reaches around and grabs my ass, pulls my hips and cock to her face. Colt pulls on me hard and shoves me down her throat. She fucks her face with me. In less than a minute, every muscle in me tenses, pulling against each chain. I seem to feel my jizz building like a lake behind a sea wall.

I explode in her. All I see are colors and starbursts as my body pumps cum into her. I writhe in my chains, my body jerking in sexual joy and ecstasy. Colt sucks and swallows frantically, moaning as I shoot more and more. She releases me after swallowing the last drop, but my orgasm hasn’t stopped! I continue thrusting into the air, nerves throughout my body shooting pulses from neuron to neuron. It’s a fireworks show and my head is the Fourth of Fucking July! My cock is still rock hard!

Colt’s dance continues. She fits me into a cock harness. One strap goes around my cock and under my balls. Another strap separates each ball to either side. She hitches the straps tight, like you might cinch a horse. She places a clip attached to another by a thin chain on each of my nipples. As she places each one, my cock bumps into her crotch.

“Doing okay, Jockey Boy?!” Colt giggles. “That was some sweet load you gave your Colt, Baby! She swallowed you good! But them balls of yours are still full. So, I’m moving on to Act 2! Fasten your seat belts!” Sweet Lord!

Part 4 Back in the Saddle Again

She takes a small cat o’ nine tails from the table. It is black leather, studded along its shaft. She gently slaps the tails against my larger, left ball and then against the right. Back and forth, just enough so I am aware. She then licks each one, as if cooling them off, and then whips them again. She slaps each of my tits with the whip, each time a little harder. It stings and feels good at the same time. (That’s the point, shithead!)

Colt moves to my ass and really starts working me. She whips each cheek several times, each time a little harder, a little more pain. My thighs are next and then my calves. Heat and pain from all over my body radiate and join in my crotch. I look down again and think I am just feeling the booze. My cock appears yet even larger!

Colts kneels before me and examines the result of her work.

“Are you ready for another draining, Jockey-Cock? It looks like you are! I love how your sack stretches so tight on your balls. They shine in the light and are so tasty-looking. You don’t mind if I taste them do you?”

She places her tongue underneath each and flicks at them, sucks them, licks them, surrounds each and pulls with her teeth. I feel them release more sperm to join with my semen, and another wave of cum builds inside me.

Colt gives my cock a nice suck and then stands.

“You know, Jockey,” she growls. “When a colt grows up into a mare, she finds a stud to fuck her from behind! Wanna fuck Colt’s tight ass, Jockey? Will you let me ride my ass on your cock?”

Fuckin’-A, I think to myself. Plug me fucking in!

Colt turns around and bends over, her ass raised high by her stiletto heels. Her hole glistens. She reaches around and guides my cock to it. Though limited by the chains, I can thrust a little and I pop my engorged purple head into her. Colt gasps, and then leans back. All I feel is my cock twitching inside her ass. Then she grinds it on me, up and down, back and forth, in and out. She leans forward until I see the head beginning to pop out and then she thrusts back hard and buries her ass on me.

I get a rhythm going. It’s like when you were a kid standing on a swing, how you pushed and leaned back while going forward and then relaxed as you swung back. Fucking best playground I ever been!

Colt works to my rhythm and I prepare to erupt again. She shoves her ass back at just the right moment and holds me inside her, tensing her muscles and squeezing, over and over, milking me. Fireworks, Deux! I twitch like those poor fucks in newsreels of executions. This is the better way to go. My sack tightens and my muscles squeeze more cum out of me. It almost feels like I am peeing cum! Colt leans and rests on her elbows and knees. Her hole is incredibly stretched, gaping, and I see the lake of my jizz inside her.

She stands and removes the cuffs from my ankles, the nipple clips, and the cock harness. Then she struts to the wall, turns the crank, and I am lowered. She releases my wrists as well. I sort of fall forward into her and she catches me.

“Easy, Jockey-Boy! Easy! Sometimes after riding a long time, it feels funny to get your feet on the ground!” Colt smiles wide. “This is just a break, Baby. Intermission, as they say. Put on this robe and we’ll go into the other room.”

I’m really wobbly and hazy. I just had about two months worth’s of orgasms in a half hour. Even parts of my body Colt never touched tingle. I feel as though electricity is flowing in me, through me, out of me.

The other room is, in fact, the wine cellar, row upon row of bottles and magnums and splits. Bigger than the first floor of my fucking house! I also notice a little bedroom set-up to one side—bed, nightstand, lamp, telephone, and a bar. Is this where the maid and butler get it off?

Colt undresses—I don’t know if I’m happy or sad! She pours a couple drinks and leads me to the bed and tells me to lay down. She lays next to me. We sip the whiskey.

“So, Colt, tell me, did you take a class in Giving Relentless Ecstasy at the community college?”

She snorts and laughs. “Something tells me my Jockey-Boy likes it. A lot!”

We lay together in silence. A long time. I want to let this all sink in.

“Colt, can you preview Act 3 for me?” I ask.

“Whatever you want, Jockey-Boy! I’m here for you tonight! Like you was for me Sunday.”

“Let’s get under the covers,” I say. I cup Colt’s ass in my hands and pull her to me. I kiss her forehead and cheeks and nose. I nibble her ears and at her neck. Her breathing quickens and I feel her pelvis pulsate in my hands. I kiss and nibble her shoulders. Colt moans. She pulls my lips to hers and sucks my tongue into her mouth. She grinds her mouth to mine and her entire body starts pulsing against me.

She clasps my cock, hard again, and squeezes it. I move to suckle her breasts and she pulls me tight against them. I place my hand on her mons and press. Colt’s entire body jerks.

“No chains or whips or cuffs, Colt. I want to be inside you!” We kick off the covers. Colt lies flat, knees bent. She spreads her legs and I kneel between them. I am inhaling an image of exquisite beauty, an altar of femininity. Her lips glisten, small beads of moisture cling to her pubic hair. I extend over her and lower myself. Colt guides my cock to her, and slowly I am bathed in her heat.

Fully in, I rest and just let her temperature wash over my cock. I feel her muscles clench me and relax, clench and relax. I cup her head. She opens her eyes.

“You fill me, Mack. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you!”

I grind against her and then begin slowly to fuck. I pull ever so slowly back and feel the suck of her cunt pulling me back in. When I am nearly outside her, I relax and let her vagina pull me back into her. Over and over. It is so exquisite and unhurried. Colt’s hands, wrapped around my neck, pull me down to her and she kisses me all over my face. She cups her hands to my ass and gently pushes down on my cheeks as I re-enter her. She clasps her colt’s legs to my waist and pulls me into her. I have never felt so good inside a woman.

I’ve already cum twice—I find I can and want to take my time, concentrate on Colt and our mutual pleasure. 

We continue our slow pace.

“Mack, are you making love to your Colt?” she asks. “I was going to fuck your brains out! Almost did! Now you’re making love to me?!”

I look into her eyes and smile. “If you don’t like this, Baby, we can go back to the other room. I can fuck you in the other room, or I can make love to you here!”

“I ain’t moving, Jockey! You’ve already saddled me up! You do your riding here!” Colt giggles. I turn us over so she is atop me. She is impaled on my cock and I on her beauty. Her beautiful chest heaves and her tight stomach writhes as her pelvis grinds on me. As she waltzes side to side, I grind into her up and down. I rub her breasts and nipples. She leans back farther and rests on her hands. I look to see my cock inside her. I twitch it several times, and she groans. Colt lies back on top and I feel her hot nipples brand me. My hips start pumping into her, pushing her higher and higher, pounding my cock into her, and with each push she slams back down on me. Suddenly, I thrust as high as I can, arching my back on the bed and cum deep into Colt’s pussy, grinding into her with each spurt.

“I feel you cumming in me, Mack! Your seed is so warm!”

I continue grinding her into me, even as my cock becomes limp and slips from her. 

“I have you throughout me,” Colt says quietly. “I have your seed throughout my body.”

I reach under her and pull her hips toward me. She glides up my body and kneels, straddling my chest. I pull her farther up until I can cup her ass. Then I raise my head and begin licking her fucked cunt. She wants Sunday again and lowers herself on my face. I taste my cum and her. We are delicious. I swirl my tongue deeply into her as she grinds on it. She puts her hands on her ass to help her push herself farther down on me.

I reach to grab her breasts, thumb her nipples. Colt is continually groaning as I work deep in her cunt. I nibble her clit and she twitches. Again, and she twitches, her entire body. She puts both her hands behind my head and pulls it at the same time as she thrusts her cunt and arches back. My face drips from her warm bath and I lick and swallow frantically, to catch all of her.

Colt collapses by my side and catches her breath.

“Jesus,” she whispers, and then sighs.

She moves to lie by my side. She touches my hair and plays with it.

“Why did you do that, Mack?” she asks. “Why didn’t you just fuck me like you could’ve? You could’ve fucked me, put your pants back on, and walked out. But you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I could’ve. Maybe I should’ve. But then, you’d have been just someone I fucked. I don’t want you to be that. Fucking you wouldn’t have been the way to treat a lady!”

“You love being in love, don’t you, Jockey!?

I think for a while. “Do you mean, I am always looking for love? That I want every woman I meet to love me? Then, no. If you had stopped after I fucked your ass and had waved ‘Adios!’ I’d have dressed, got in my car, and drove away feeling great.

“But if you mean do I want to love? Then, yes. You brought me here and undressed. Suddenly, without the leather and chains and whips, you were just my Colt, in bed next to me. Fucking is fine. Making love is finer.

“Tell me, Colt. Do you bring all your men to the other room?!” 

“No!” Colt becomes serious. “I never thought you and I would get this far into a conversation, Mack, but I have to tell you a couple things about me.” She pauses and I can tell this is not easy.

“You wanna hear a story? This ain’t no bedtime story. It’s no sad-ass story either. Just a story. Mack, want to hear a little story about your Colt?”

I nod yes.

“I loved my ex from the first time I saw him walk down the hall in the office and his cute little ass made my train go whoo-whoo! We fucked clumsily, then wonderfully, dated, lived together a long time, and then married. Michael became an alcoholic, and I nearly drove myself nuts trying to cure him, blaming myself for his drinking. He never mistreated me, just himself. He kept trying to quit, AA and all that, but couldn’t. I left him 7 years ago because I couldn’t watch him self-destruct. I lied to him, told him I was in love with a woman. He bought it cause I had a lot of lesbian friends. They had left their husbands too. Now, he’s murdered over some bimbo!

“That isn’t the maid you met upstairs, Mack.” She lets this sink in and the right side of my brain finishes the puzzle.

“Sooooo….” I start forming some words. “You’re bi after all?”

“Yes,” she says quietly. “Lisa, my lover, isn’t, but I am.” Okay, Mack, I think to myself. You can be Alan Alda or O.J. Simpson. Or, just be yourself.

We both start when we hear a door slam. Then we hear heels on the brick floor and the door to the wine cellar opens. Lisa! Out of her maid’s outfit.

“What the fuck’s going on?” she says angrily. “I checked. You weren’t in The Room! You’re supposed to be in The Room!”

“Lisa!” Colt shouts. “Get the fuck out of here! What the hell are you doing here? I told you I wanted this! Bitch!”

“Oh, I’m a bitch! Let’s see—where does Bitch fit in on the scale—above or below a Cunt Slut!?

“You said you met a guy and you wanted to fuck him,” Lisa yells. “You wanted to use The Room to fuck him. Fine, I thought, let her fuck some dickhead! Do your leather and latex Halloween shit! This ain’t The Room. You’re naked in fucking bed with this dick-brain! You made love, didn’t you?! This isn’t fucking! You were supposed to fuck him! No, you made love to a…a…man!”

Ouch! Cut to the quick!

Colt rushes out of bed and pulls Lisa out of the room, slamming the door.

There’ve been occasions, just a few, when I’ve been with someone’s wife, that I thought about getting caught by an enraged husband. Then, I just imagined saying “Sorry, ol’ Chap! Your bitch’s idea, you know. Sorry! Cheery-oh!” A lesbian catfight never entered my repertoire of scenarios!

The words are muffled, but their intent is not. I have had incredible sex with this woman and have even felt a touch of caring and liking for her. But this has become more than sexuality or sensuality or anything approaching normalcy in my sketchy handbook of life.

I hear a crescendo of dialogue and the sound of flesh slapping flesh and…silence. Then sobbing. If a transporter were available, I’d ask Scotty to please beam me up.

I get up and walk over to the bar. I pour myself a big one.

After several minutes, Colt returns and closes the door behind her. She is crying, puffy-eyed. “Dad?” I pray to my father’s soul. “Tell me about the birds and the bees again!”

“Fucking bitch!” is all she says, pours herself a drink, and then sits on the edge of the bed and chugs it.

I can get up, walk through the door, grab my clothes, put them on, and then, somehow without getting lost in this maze, get the fuck outta here!

But, I’m just enough of a writer and a romantic that I don’t.

Instead, I reach to Colt, my Colt, and touch her lightly. She smashes her glass against the wall and collapses into me. 

“I saw this hot guy in the park and wanted to have wild and adolescent sex with him! Play a little whip and chains game with him! Watch him see how hot I could be and then fuck him crazy. Watch his taillights from my bathroom window as I scrub his dried cum from my skin. Then fucking watch fucking TV!

“Fuck you, Mack! Fuck Lisa and fuck you!” She sobs. 

I try to remember if the Cubs are playing the Brewers tomorrow. I think it’s a night game. I hug my Colt to me, instead. She is soft and warm and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.

“You did fuck me, Colt.” I say quietly. “But we went beyond that. Is that a crime? In Lisa’s mind, yes. Is that a crime in your mind?

“No,” she says.

“Jessica,” I start to say—and she darts a glance at me. “I ain’t your Colt any more?”

“Colt. Let’s go out for dinner,” I quietly suggest.

She quickly turns to me and hugs me tightly.

“Oh, Mack,” she says, “Yes.”

Part 5 Kimmie’s Dance

Though there are many nicer places in the area, we agree something noisy and crowded is what we need. We wend our way through the crowd, smoke, and Irish music at McNally’s Pub but there isn’t a table to be had. 

I once knew a sailor, his name was Roan Barrow.

He liked pretty women like there was no tomorrow!

He courted a lady so very very pretty.

The fate that awaited him was, oh, such a pity!

Colt tugs on my arm, and shouts into my ear. “I see some people I know in that booth. Let me say hello to them!”

I follow Colt.

“Hey, Jessica!” the black guy says, standing to hug her. “How ya doing?” I stand, being a good charm on Colt’s bracelet. The black woman in the booth is incredibly pretty, as stunning as Colt, if not more so. “Damon, Kimmie, this is my friend…Mack.” Colt says.

“Hello, Jessica. Nice to see you again. Nice to meet you, Mack,” Kimmie says, shaking my hand with a little extra squeeze, I think. I spend a few moments looking into Kimmie’s eyes. They are wide and deep, but with a certain sadness. The two invite us to join them and I immediately slip into the booth next to Kimmie. I will flirt with a fucking tree if it has a nice crotch! Not much later, I feel her thigh against mine.

The lady, she did cuddle and nestle in his arms.

She touched him and kissed him and worked all her charms.

Roan took her in a carriage to Blue Bonnet Hill

And wooed her with kisses till she had her fill.

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, what’s the secret within you?

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, what’s the myst’ry within you?

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, may I take you to bed?

Oh, no Sir, Oh no Sir, not till we are wed!

We order food and drinks. I quickly come to dislike Damon, who’s got the mental maturity of a seventh grader. He also eats and drinks like a pig. I can’t imagine my Colt having him as a friend.

I can, however, imagine having Kimmie as a friend. While Damon spits out bits of food telling Colt stupid stories, she and I talk quietly and I like her right away. She’s flirtatious but not lewd. She has a smile—maybe a little smug, like she’s got a secret and is waiting to tell it, waiting for the right moment of maximum shock value. I don’t know. She has an incredible body and, though I’ve just had the most explosive sex in my life, I lust for her.

So Barrow, poor Barrow, he pledges his troth.

He searches long for a bishop to marry them both.

They marry at twilight ‘neath the statue of St. Thomas.

“Be true to me,” says the Lady. And Barrow does promise.

“Will you two excuse us?” Colt says as she and Damon get up. “D and I have a little business to discuss.” What the fuck is this all about? Colt has business with this moron? I am not liking this.

“There’s a sadness to your eyes,” I say to Kimmie, sort of blurting it out. “Is there? Sorry. Yeah, there’s a story, there, I guess, in my eyes. Jessica and Damon know it. I might tell you someday.” I want to hug her, but refrain. I look to the bar and see Colt and Damon talking. Damon is shaking his head as though saying yes, he understands. I then see him walk out the door and Colt returns to the table.

“D has an errand to run. He won’t be back tonight. Kimmie, he says he’s sorry but knows you’ll be in good hands.” Colt looks at me, takes my hand, and smiles. I am not comforted. I trust people too much, too easily, too soon. 

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, what’s the secret within you?

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, what’s the myst’ry within you?

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, may I take you to bed?

Oh, yes Sir, Oh yes Sir, now that we are wed!

Roan lifts his bride and up the stairs goes.

He lays her in bed and then takes off his clothes.




Colt



He’s hot and he’s lusting and hard as a rock!

He lifts up her skirt and sees…a big shiny cock!

“Mack,” Colt says. “Why don’t we take Kimmie back to my place. I’ve got some dynamite hash. I feel like getting stoned. Whaddya think?” 

“I’d like that!” Kimmie says. “Ain’t been stoned in a while!”

While Colt’s spell over me has been ever-so-slightly broken, the thought of spending more time with Kimmie—even in Colt’s presence—is too much.

“Great!” I say. And we head for the door.

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, what’s the secret within you?

Oh, Lady, Oh Lady, what’s the myst’ry within you?

The moral, my friends, is to watch who you woo

For the girl you lust for might be a guy too!

Back at Colt’s, I finally get a good look at Kimmie. She is tall, maybe 5-9, slim, broad shoulders, with a cute hot-fuck ass surrounded in a denim miniskirt that is zipped only halfway from her waist. She wears a white knit top that contrasts beautifully with her chocolate skin. Her nipples are perfectly outlined, small but hard. She wears black granny boots. Within one week, I have encountered two of the most physically beautiful women in my life! And I didn’t even go to church or pray for this!

We get really wasted, at least Kimmie and I do. Maybe Colt’s more used to getting stoned. We get into a laughing zone over something or nothing. I feel better. I get the munchies.

“Hey, Jess,” Kimmie says, trying to catch her breath. “You still got The Room?” She says “The Room” dramatically and we all break up again.

“Sure, Kimmie! Hey, Jockey, shall we take Kimmie to… The Room?” And we get hysterical again.

We walk down to the wine cellar and I’m hoping I don’t trip and crack my head open on the stone stairs.

“Want to learn some of the tricks of the trade, Jockey?” Colt asks me. “Kimmie, want a little relentless ecstasy?” We both nod yes.

Colt prepares Kimmie as she did me, but Kimmie, still dressed, looks a lot better spread-eagled than I did. God, she is succulent.

Colt takes the feathers and works Kimmie’s exposed belly and inside her thighs. Kimmie moans.

“Here, Jockey-Boy, you try it!” Colt suggests. I feel a little silly holding two feathers in my hands, but as I work them over Kimmie’s body and see her react, that feeling leaves. I am amazed at the power I begin to feel, to create such physical, mental, and emotional reactions.

Colt gets something from the table and stands before Kimmie. She snips off her top with scissors and I am treated to her beautiful breasts, glistening with sweat, ripe and luscious. Colt blows on her belly and Kimmie’s nipples engorge, her skin bristling and tightening. I work her chest and back with the feathers and Kimmie’s intense sensual pleasure rises 50 degrees. I become empowered and my cock firms.

Colt hands me the cat o’ nine tails and I hesitate. A whip is quite a move up from feathers and I do not want to hurt her in any way. I remember how Colt used it. I tap her breast lightly and then quickly again, a little harder. Kimmie twitches and moans. I move to the other and do it again. Kimmie twitches and moans. Colt stands before Kimmie again and cuts off her miniskirt. Kimmie wears red lace panties.

I move behind her and rub her round, firm ass. I whip one cheek, and then the other. I use the shaft to prod her hole and she moans deeply and long. I whip her shoulder blades, then quickly move to her calves and up her thighs. Kimmie is beginning to swing in her chains, overcome by sense and pain. I again use the shaft, to stimulate her groin this time. I look up and she glows with heat and sweat and pleasure.

“Okay, Jockey! Your turn again! Remember, I’m supposed to drain them balls of yours!” Colt says. I am disappointed yet eager to feel that way again.

“Would you mind,” I say to Colt, “if I just take off my clothes first? These are my best pants!” Colt laughs. “And I get a little nervous when a woman with scissors gets near my crotch!”

While I undress, Colt lets Kimmie down and undoes the cuffs. She walks over to me and puts her arms around me. “Oh, Sailor,” she purrs. “You made me dance in them chains!” She looks at me and kisses me. “Now, I’m going to dance inside your head.” She kisses me again and grabs my balls.

Colt walks to the table and comes to me. “This time, you wear this,” she says.” I look down and haven’t a clue what she’s holding. She places a studded black leather collar around my neck and buckles it. She takes one strap from the front of the collar. It has two smaller straps at the end. One of these she buckles around my cock. The other she straps around my cock and under my balls. If I move my head back, my cock and balls rise; if I lower it, my cock falls. If I weren’t so stoned and hot, if Kimmie wasn’t standing in front of me the hot fucking bitch she is, I think I’d laugh at it all. 

Before Colt cuffs me, she places a black leather mask over my eyes. “See only your own pleasure, Jockey.” I am cuffed and positioned.

I smell Kimmie near my face. “Here’s a ticket to Kimmie’s world!” she growls in my ear.

Her dance resembles Colt’s, but is more intense, it seems, and faster. She begins with the whip and I feel the heat rising in me but always radiating to my groin. She uses two, so while she works my ass, she can gently work my sack. She then switches to ball ticklers and I am almost disappointed. Until I learn she has special moves with them. She pays special attention to my cock and balls. As I writhe in pleasure, throwing my head back, I of course raise them high and Kimmie works them more. I feel her hot , quick breaths. I indeed can only see my own pleasure—flashes of stars and lightning in my brain, synapses exploding, my brain receiving 220 volts when it is only wired for 110!

There is a pause. Then I feel one of them rubbing my asshole with something warm. I feel a finger penetrate and rub more of the substance inside me. The finger pulls and tugs in me, stretching me, and then retreats. I next feel something harder touch my hole, and it suddenly starts vibrating. It skims around and around the outside, rimming me. More flashes, these in color!

The instrument is moved deeper within me. There, it explores and tingles the walls. It moves in even deeper—I cannot tell how much. There is no pain, only deep pleasure. My brain begins to emit aromas and I am overwhelmed by the scents of flowers. Slowly, the instrument begins to fuck me. The vibrations increase going in and decrease coming out, occasionally pressing on my prostate, applying pressure. I am constantly moaning. If I could see my cock, I know it would be dark purple, the size of my fucking forearm.

Someone licks my cock and says “Yum! Pre-cum!” I think it is Colt. I feel about 5 seconds away from exploding and blowing a hole in the wall across the room with my load. Instead, the vibrating stops and the tool is removed.

Something much bigger, more powerful-feeling replaces it. It feels what I imagine a cock would feel like. Someone begins licking my balls and at the same time my ass is penetrated. I am overwhelmed with sensations. What is in my ass does not feel unreal. I walked into this room with two gorgeous women. But I know this is a man’s erect cock in me, fucking me with passion. I am not disgusted nor in pain. I want nothing else but for him to fuck me. My mind is flooded with images of cocks, in all shapes and sizes and colors. I rock in my chains to get more of this cock in, to fuck back, and, in doing so, I also fuck the mouth in front of me.

My brain is approaching meltdown, having passed through the overload stage. Any mind or mood altering drug would only bring me down. Kimmie said “ticket to her world.” What did she mean?

The fucking continues. Pushing against the chains, I try to hold my ass up and out so he can fuck deeper. My hips are held tightly in hands that thrust them back and forth so my ass can be fucked. I am spanked and fucked, fucked and spanked. Whoever is sucking me stops and I feel the mouth on my nipples. Oh, God, yet another place stimulated! The fucking speeds up. I am just being pounded. It buries itself deeper than ever in me, and holds. I am flooded with warmth. I feel this cock spurting cum into me. My brain goes white with heat. I feel so hot and then so empty when the cock withdraws. 

Something touches my cock and my entire body jerks, chains clinking against each other.

“Go ahead. Finish him,” I hear Colt say.

I am engulfed in more heat and moisture. Is this Kimmie? The guy who fucked me? Lisa? A fucking next-door neighbor? The laundress? The sucker sucks me slowly in, tongues under my cock, and I feel like my nuts just shot through my cock. I feel massive amounts of cum shoot and spurt and gush into this mouth. I hear moaning that isn’t mine. My nerves are like strobe lights turned on high. I see only the silhouette of someone’s head and my cock in it. The head becomes transparent, and I see my jizm shooting into the mouth, hitting the throat, and sliding down. Again and again. More and more. Spurt after spurt filling this mouth and throat, jizz sliding into a belly. I just keep cumming until no seed is left, and then I cum some more.

My head hangs down. I am lowered and released. The harness and mask removed. I cannot see. My eyes need to adjust. I feel faint and someone catches me.

“Let’s get you to the bed,” I hear Colt say, and she and Kimmie lead me to the other room. I get into the bed and they cover me. Someone kisses me and whispers “Nighty-night, Sailor!”

Part 6 Kimmie’s Secret

15 minutes, 15 hours, or 15 days may have passed by the time I wake up. My balls hurt like hell! So does my ass. Then I remember the…I cannot call it an orgasm. It was a fucking MORE-GASM! More senses were explored, more body areas touched, more cum released and swallowed…just everything MORE!

The lamp is on. I realize someone is with me in this bed. I open my eyes and see Kimmie’s sweet, gorgeous black face, propped up on her elbow. She is looking at me with that smile.

“How ya feelin’, Sailor!? A little shell-shocked?”

I am so glad to see her and glad it is not Colt, my Colt, who’s become less and less my Colt. 

“How long…?” I sort of slur.

“Hour, hour and a half,” Kimmie says. “After them blasts you shot in me, no wonder you went lights out! I’m gonna be crapping your cum for a week, Baby!” We laugh, just what I need.

“Where’s Colt…I mean Jessica?”

“Don’t know, Baby! Jessica’s doin’ Jessica’s thing. Like always.”

“Kimmie, who fucked me? That wasn’t no strap-on. I ain’t had no experience with this, but that was a man’s cock, not some dildo. I’m sure.”

“You really want to know, Baby? You may not want to know after you find out. Wouldn’t it be better if it was just a mystery?”

“Look it,” I say. “I went into that room with two stunningly gorgeous women and I get fucked in the ass by a cock! That’s more than a mystery! Just tell me—it wasn’t Damon, was it? Was that his little errand Jessica sent him on? Hide and wait to fuck me?”

“Nope, though he would’ve if he could’ve. He’s a pig about everything. Nope, you went in with two women and two women only and we three was the only ones there!”

Okay, my mind’s been through a lot tonight. I’ve been boozing and smoking dope, not to mention the high-level aerobics my brain’s been put through. A thought springs into my mind, but I dismiss it. It’s persistent, gnawing at me. Kimmie brings my head to her and she kisses me deeply, passionately, erotically. She feels so tender and loving.

“You?” I ask or say. “You?” As a person’s life may flash past his mind’s eyes as he dies, the events of the past couple hours flash by mine. The fucking panties! Colt never cut off the panties!

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

“See for yourself, Sailor Boy!”

No! I think. No! My arm reaches slowly, hesitantly, down under the covers. I touch her breasts and squeeze, rubbing my fingers over her hard nipples. She moans. They are the beautiful breasts of a beautiful woman. I reach Kimmie’s hips. They are so feminine and lovely. I love the curve of a woman’s hips, love to caress my hand over them and feel their geometry. She moans. They are the beautiful hips of a beautiful woman. She places her hand onto mine and glides me between her legs to her panties, silky and smooth. I can feel the red. But I also do not feel the bulge of a mons. I feel the outline of a half-hard cock and a sack of big balls. She holds me there, moans, and then lets go. I keep my hand there.

“Got questions?” she asks with a giggle.

A million, I say to myself.

But they can wait. I feel relieved and happy and aroused. I don’t know what sexual or biological category Kimmie fits into, but I know I want her! I kiss her with passion and pull her body to mine. I cup her ass in my hands and we gyrate together, hip to hip, cock to cock. Her breasts touch me and I twitch as her firm nipples brush mine. I smell a faint odor of my cum about her, and I am pleased and hot. She groans as I kiss her and she kisses me. She rubs her legs up against mine. I bring my knee to her crotch and press her hardness.

“We’re not in Kansas any more,” Kimmie whispers in my ear.

“We’re not on fucking Earth any more,” I say.

“In my gut, not in my awareness, I knew it was you. I wanted it to be you,” I whisper to her. I grasp her so hard in my arms and clasp her with my legs, pulling her hips into mine. Her cock presses against mine and I feel a oneness with her. My heart palpitates as I caress her back and reach to her ass, pressing it against me.

I lay her flat on her back and lightly touch her breasts and nipples. They are beautiful, perfect, replete with femininity. I suckle them, lay my head between them, within them. I rest on her taut belly. My eyes look toward the Y of her legs. I see the bulge in her panties pulsate. I cup it with one hand. Her balls and cock fit perfectly in it. With my thumb, I pull the panties down, first one side and then the other. I am closer to her cock than I have ever been to mine. I stare at the tip of her hood. I am aware of the pores in her skin. The color of her cock changes down its length, milk chocolate at the head and becoming semisweet as her shaft meets her balls. She is shaven like Colt, with a black runway of pubic hair. I move my head closer and hold her cock at its base, lifting it so I may see its stiffness, it hardness, its masculinity.

I kiss her cock. I enfold it in my lips and feel Kimmie’s power, how it hardens and throbs within my kiss, how it fills my lips. With my hand, I move it so my mouth rubs against it, moistening it. I lick her and then engulf as much as I can into me. Kimmie moans and thrashes, lightly.

“Yes, Mack! Yes! Suck my cock.” Kimmie quietly commands me.

I work in slow motion. I suck her, raising my head and feeling her veins and the ridge of her glans on my lips. I lower my head and flood and bathe her with my spit, feeling her silky skin caress my tongue. I take her cock completely, not gagging, not minding when it reaches the back of my throat. I push my head down until there is no more of Kimmie’s cock to take. I pause, feeling it twitch in me, listening to Kimmie moaning with pleasure. As I raise my head, I become aware of the slow gyrations her balls make in her sack. Beautiful, large black balls, elongated, rising and falling within her scrotum. 

I rise on the bed and kneel between Kimmie’s bent legs. I remove her panties and press my hands against her knees to spread them, open her to me. I wrap each arm around her thighs and lay completely flat, never taking my eyes off her manhood. I am mesmerised by her hard shaft rising from within her. I extend my tongue and lick her sack. She jerks and moans in delight.

“Suck my balls, Mack,” she says quietly. 

I am surprised at how heavy each one feels as I lift it on my tongue, how smooth the skin is, how swollen with seed they are. I kiss each one. I lift her ass slightly and lick under them. The strength and power of her cock extends below them. I, born a man, have never felt how deep a man’s erection goes. I turn her over to follow it, spread her legs, so I may lick her erection from her balls to her ass. I lick and nibble on this part of her cock. I part her cheeks so I may follow it to her hole. Kimmie tenses her already taut ass and grinds her hips into the bed.

I stop, and then rise, once again kneeling between her. She turns over. Before me I see what I never could have imagined seeing. Beautiful woman, beautiful man.

“What is it, Sailor? Not sure? You’re on a different ship in a strange ocean! No compass! No map! Come here, Baby.”

I rest cupped in Kimmie’s arms, against her breasts. I am breathing deeply and heavily. I am deciding. It is not a decision about being gay or bi or straight. Those are just some fucking labels. No, I am deciding what this feeling and act will do to my life. I want her badly, now for a second time, but this time, knowingly. She has taken me. It is time for me to have her.

She hugs me tight. I decide.

I get out of the bed and kneel beside it. I move Kimmie so her hips are at the edge. Her cock before me, I suck her in again and I know I will not stop sucking her until she asks me to. I am no longer Mack or Jockey or whatever. I am not straight or bi or gay or whatever. I am having sex with someone I like and am attracted to. 

I taste her pre-cum, slightly bitter and delicious. I use my thumb to squeeze more from her and begin to slurp her shaft. Nothing on earth can be so hard or as soft as Kimmie’s cock is. She thrusts into me and I stagger at her stiffness. I stand up, continuing to suck, and lift her legs up and wide. Then I stop and lift her so she stands against me, her cock so hard poking my balls.

I kneel before her and take hold of her hips. She touches my head and holds it and pushes her cock between my lips. And then I suck her.

She thrusts deeply into me several times, maybe for minutes, and holds me to her. It is the time from when it is dark to when it is light. I am flooded with her semen. My mind explodes with images of cum filling me. Her seed is so smooth and silky and tingly. I want her to keep cumming in me so I may taste more of her. She fills me. I swallow. She fills me. I swallow again. Some spills out the side of my mouth. I cannot let go of my suck. I lift my hand to the base of her cock. I enclose it with my hand and slowly move it up her shaft to milk any jizz left within her. “Oh!” she says and then sighs. “Stop, now.” As Kimmie falls back on the bed, I imprint the taste of her into me. I lick the drops on my chin. I have never felt so masculine in my life.

Kimmie is laying face down as I rest next to her. She is softly sobbing. I cannot know why. This is what I must get used to, I think. The man who weeps as a woman, the woman who fucks like a man. The woman with the heaving breasts, the man with the thrusting cock. The woman who likes to be fucked, the man who likes to fuck. The woman who receives cum, the man who shoots cum. A chill overcomes me and I shiver. Ticket to her world? I am standing on her tarmac, clueless. I touch her to make some kind of connection.

She turns over and covers her eyes with her hands. I kiss her lips. She embraces me and I look into her eyes, that sadness again. I am hurt. I have lovingly sucked her to completion yet see sadness in her.

“Shit!” she says.”Shit! I never wanted to feel that way again and always wanted to feel that way again and you went ahead and did it. Shit! Christ-fuck, shit!”

“Kimmie,” I stammer. “I’d like to buy a vowel! I’d like to buy a sentence! I’d like to buy a whole fucking story!” She laughs. Then so do I.

“Aw, Mack! Oh, Mack! Yeah, I owe you a story,” she says, relaxing and caressing my face. “Can I give you the Reader’s Digest version now? I’ll tell you my War and Peace later!




Colt



“I’ve never fit in anyone’s world. I’m just everyone’s fucking freak show. A woman without a cunt, a boy with boobs. A TS. A pre-op. Cross-gendered and transgendered. A fucking kittypole! Everybody else’s fucking labels! I’m a man and I’m a woman. Like being Polish and Irish, Jap and Wop, Nigger and Spik! Give me a break! 

“Once, a man loved me. I know he did. I could tell in his voice and touch. Roan. But he couldn’t live in my world. He tried. He left me. Went to Madison, Wisconsin. Said something about his spiritual center was there. Some bullshit like that.

“The first half-second I saw you tonight in the pub, I had to catch my breath. Not that you look like him. I was taken with the feeling—maybe just one desperate feeling—you were the one, one who could…who would….”

“Love you?” I ask. “Why not? We can see. We can work on it. Sex is easy. Sex is quick. Love is harder. Love takes longer. I loved our sex. That’s a start.”

“Oh, yeah, well, everybody likes sex with me! I’m the fuck of their dreams—until I become the fuck of their nightmares! I fuck women’s cunts and suck their cunts. They love to suck my tits and then blow me! I blow guys’ cocks and they love to fuck my ass! That and a quarter will get me a fucking Dunkin’ Donut!”

“Well, then, we start just like other people do!” I smile. “We’ve had our sex. Now, we date!”

Kimmie gives me that look that only a black woman can give. “A date? A fucking date?! You mean, like, a dinner and a movie? Go to the museum? Park at the Planetarium and make out? Walk at the zoo and throw peanuts at the bears?”

“Well, yeah!” I say.

“Okay.” She says, daring me. “Ask me out on a fucking date.” 

“Tomorrow. One o’clock. Brookfield Zoo for the dolphin show! I’ll pick you up at nine.”

“Nine? For a one o’clock show?”

“I’ll take you to brunch,” I say. “Maybe I’ll have you for brunch!” Kimmie slaps me upside the head with a pillow. A bit of sadness leaves her eyes.

“You know, Sugar,” I say, “you think they got any beer in this fucking house? I’d love a fucking cold beer right now!”

“I’m with ya, Sailor. Let’s go!”

Part 7 My Life in the NFL

We get dressed. Well, I do. Kimmie holds up her slit top and skirt and shakes her head, dropping them to the floor. She puts on the robe I wore…God, was that just today? 

Thankfully, Kimmie knows her way around a little. That’s a part of her story I want to know quickly—what’s her connection to this insanity? We find the kitchen and open the fridge. Yes! Kimmie and I high five each other. Goose Island pilsner! A great Chicago brew! We pop the caps and both take deep chugs. It is so fucking cold and bubbly and foamy. Kimmie holds her thumb over the top, shakes it, and sprays me with beer. I spray her back. We are having fun as a couple. Here, we start. 

Then, we hear two firecrackers—or whatever. “What the fuck?” I say, frozen.

“I know those sounds, Baby! Them’s gunshots!”

We then hear a scream, and then another shot. We run out of the kitchen to the foyer. A door slams and Damon appears at the top of the stairs, holding a pistol. He starts running down, notices he has the gun, and drops it on his way. He sees us but does not stop. We’re directly in front of him. As he reaches the bottom and heads our way to the door, I fake him low. He leaps and I raise myself, tackling him mid-waist. We slide on the marble floor and his head crashes into the door, knocking him unconscious.

“Kimmie! Go get some of those handcuffs. I’ll stay here in case he comes to.” For a moment she stands there, stunned, but then hurries to the cellar. When she returns, I cuff Damon’s wrists and ankles. He comes to, looking dazed as we stand over him.

“Butkus,” I say. 

He looks at me, uncomprehending.

“Dick Butkus? Middle linebacker? Bears? Hall of Fame? One of the best. Fake you low, hit you high. Knock the snot out of you. That is your snot on the door, right Damon? Or is it your fucking brains?” I pause, shaking my head. “Quit watching that fucking NBA shit!”

I start toward the stairs.

“I’m coming with,” Kimmie says, by my side.

There is a long hallway at the top with many doors leading to rooms. We walk to the one where we hear crying.

Colt is kneeling on the floor, sobbing into her hands. Lisa lays next to her. Both are covered with blood.

Colt senses us and looks up.

“He was just supposed to just scare her. Threaten her. Get her off my fucking back! I wanted her as a friend and a lover, not a fucking mother! Don’t dress like this or that. Men are no good for you. You drink too much. You smoke too much. Is this a fucking joint? You’re wearing too much mascara. But, no, she had to fight, the fucking bitch!”

Kimmie walks to her and helps her up. I walk up to them.

“Oh, Jesus, Colt!” I say. “What have you done?”

“Done? Me? I didn’t shoot her. Damon did!”

“But you put him up to this! You’re an accessory,” I say.

“I didn’t tell him to kill her, for God’s sake!”

“This is just like one of your fucking bondage games, Jessica.” I shout. “Yeah, no more Colt! String somebody up in a townhouse and bring her to the edge. String me up in your cellar and bring me to the edge. String Kimmie up in the cellar and bring her to the edge. How many times did you string Damon up in the cellar and bring him to the edge? How many have you strung up in your fucking Room and brought to the edge? Your fucking edge. But this time, someone went off that edge. Playful and spirited! Now, Lisa’s dead. Playful and spirited, my ass! Michael too. You’d have drove me to the fucking bottle too! You’re a fucking menace to anyone who meets you. Try a few playful years in the fucking slammer!”

I walk to the phone. 

After the police reports are done, the body removed, the last shred of evidence bagged and ID’d, Kimmie and I stand in front of the estate on Paddock Lane in Oakbrook, Illinois. 1:30 a.m. Six days ago, I was flirting and then having sex with a woman I called Colt. Pretty. Playful. Spirited. I almost laughed at the irony when they put her in handcuffs tonight and took her away. I wanted to like her. Fucking bitch!

“Come home with me,” I say to Kimmie. “I need someone with me tonight. I need to cuddle with someone warm, someone I like.”

She nods yes and gets in my car. Kimmie leans against me and we drive to my house. 

“Tell me about Roan and you,” I ask. Kimmie bristles, whispers “Roan” under her breath with disgust. She doesn’t want to but she does. She talks about wanting to have sex with other men and women. Roan couldn’t deal with that. I do not like that either, I tell her. I tell her that I may not be anyone’s ideal regarding loyalty and love, but when I have had a girlfriend, then she is the only one in my life and I give her what I can, be it for a day or week or a year.

He couldn’t live in my world Kimmie had said. A ticket to Kimmie’s world. Colt had her own world, too. Lisa died in Colt’s world. Well, I’ve got a fucking world myself! It’s Mack’s Wonderful White Male World. You must be as tall as this fucking sign to ride! 

“And how is life in Kimmie’s world?” I ask.

We ride the rest of the way in silence.

When I walk through my front door, I feel like collapsing. I leave the weight of Colt at the door. Standing in my front room, Kimmie embraces me and starts to cry. I embrace her closely to me. She feels good and warm and comforting.

“Let’s take a shower,” I suggest. “Let’s just get clean.”

The warmth and steam cleanse us. I wash Kimmie from behind her ears to between her toes and she washes me. I am aware of her beauty and sexuality but I do not touch her provocatively. We both just want to purge the deepest of our pores of the night.

I dry her. Without the sex, I concentrate on her body. 

“It’s got nothing to do with possession, you know,” I say. I pat her face and neck. Her brown eyes still have sadness in them, but perhaps a little less so than when we met. They are almonds. Her nose is wide and cute, her lips, lush and full. 

“I can never possess you. It’s about commitment.” I towel her shoulders. Her skin is dark, almost Kenyan-like. Her frizzled hair glistens like silver. I will have to learn about black hair. 

“It’s about respect for another and for yourself. It’s feeling you’re special for someone, not like you’re some thing for everyone.” I kiss her lightly. She looks down. I turn her around and pat her shoulders, her man’s shoulders and triceps, broad and muscular, lifting shoulders. 

“Love doesn’t just happen. Puppy love is infatuation, not love. Puppy love goes when the next pretty ass walks by.” Her torso curves steeply in and is soft, leading to her beautiful hips and ass, firm, feminine, the hills on the map of her body. I kiss her ass, lightly, a gentle nibble. She tenses and sighs.Her thighs are like stone and her calves firm, curved, and sexy. “It’s a commitment two people make to work on building a relationship.” As I kneel, I turn her around and am slightly startled. I face Kimmie’s cock. I had almost forgotten. Soft. Swaying. Asleep. 

“I can’t work on loving you when my cock is in someone else’s cunt or mouth or ass.” I towel it and gently dry her balls. I blow on them. She moans. “I can’t work on loving you when I think you are with someone else.”

I stand before her. I hold her to me, gently. 

“I cannot think ‘Kimmie’ when I am shooting jizz into another person. And if I am not thinking about ‘Kimmie,’ then I am not loving her.” 

“Oh, Mack!” Kimmie says quietly. “Mack, you’re so gentle!”

She engulfs me in her arms.

“Then will you take me to your world?”



Colter's Choice



Jenna stood at the window, holding back the lace curtain with a delicate hand. She could feel Nadine's eyes on her, and knew what the woman wanted. "It's a beautiful day," Jenna said in her soft, husky voice delightfully touched with a Southern accent, looking out the second floor window. "The flowers are blooming everywhere, pink, and yellow, and red. The magnolia trees are full of blossoms. The sky is gorgeous: blue with just a hint of wispy clouds."

"And…and Colter?" Nadine wheezed from the bed.

Jenna tilted her head of light brown wavy hair to the sound of the lawnmower. A tall, thin, dark-headed man in khakis and a t-shirt pushed the machine through thick green grass.

"He's mowing…again," she said. Colter mowed every four days in the summer, whether the lawn needed it or not. He hated to let it get tall.

"Jen," Nadine managed. 

The intensity in Nadine's tone turned Jenna around. Concern showing in her almond-shaped blue eyes, she walked in long strides back to the arm chair kept by Nadine's bed just for her use. She spent many long hours in this room reading to Nadine, and the comfortable chair suited her needs.

Nadine stared at her for a long time before speaking. Her eyes had a shiny gloss to them. She was very pale, and it was impossible to believe she was only thirty-two. The sickness that consumed her body had been with her for thirteen years and was now in its final stages. And yet she lingered, day after day, when she so wished to be done with it. 

"Colter…" Nadine said at last.

Jenna sat up. "Yes, Nadine?"

"He tries so hard."

"I know he does."

"He's a good man."

"Of course he is, Nadine."

"Does he ever…touch you?"

Jenna gaped at the woman. She could hardly believe Nadine would ask her such a thing. "Of course not, Nadine. Why do you even ask that?"

"Why doesn't he ever touch you?" the woman wheezed.

Jenna moved uneasily. "Nadine, Colter is a good man. He would never cross that line."

"He's a man, Jenna. A man. I worry about him."

"He's a minister, Nadine. He's disciplined."

"I hate that he's going without…because of me. I want him to be happy."

"He is happy, Nadine," Jenna lied. 

"No," Nadine said quickly. "He's wasting away, just like me. You think I don't see it—" a deep, wheezing breath, "—but I do. I see how thin he is. Emaciated. Stooped over like an old man. God, he was so handsome once. So full of life. Look at what—" Her body shook with sobs. "Look at what I've done to him!"

Nadine rarely cried. It took too much out of her. But her sadness had been building for a long time. Jenna moved to the bed and put a hand on the woman's arm. Nadine was too frail to hold. 

It took a long time for Nadine to recover. She took Jenna's hand in her own and held it tight. 

"Jenna, I need for you to do something for me. I need…I want…you to let Colter touch you."

Jenna tried to pull her hand away.

"No," Nadine said forcefully. "Listen to me. You're young. Unattached. You aren't even a Methodist. He knows you. How could he miss how pretty you are? Jenna, all you have to do is give him a little encouragement."

"I'm not listening to this," Jenna said firmly, once more trying to pull her hand away from Nadine's.

But the other woman was determined to be heard. "I've thought about this a long time, Jenna. I respect you and I like you. If I didn't, I wouldn't ask you. But you've been so good to me, always so gentle and sweet. I only wish Colter had someone to care for him the way you care for me."

"He isn't sick, Nadine. He's blessed with health. And Colter is a grown man. He takes care of his own needs. Besides, he doesn't lack for affection. The ladies in the church are always bringing him food and hugging him. Now," she continued firmly, "I want you to close your eyes and sleep. You've talked way too much and you're going to be exhausted. I'll check in on you before the night nurse comes."

Jenna tucked Nadine in and quietly left the room. Once in the hallway, her composure left her. She slumped against the wall and buried her face in her hands. Oh God, how could Nadine have given her such a request? What could the poor woman have been thinking? Very slowly Jenna stood up straight and walked to the end of the hall where the stairs led down to the first floor. She could hear Colter in the kitchen getting something cold to drink. After her conversation with Nadine she really didn't want to be around him. But there was no other reason for her to be downstairs, so she stepped into the kitchen, immediately overwhelmed by the strong smell of gasoline and cut grass and male sweat that lingered on his clothes.

He glimpsed rather than looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Hello," he said stiffly, and turned back to the sandwich he was assembling. He was usually this way with her, short and distant. She'd let it bother her for the first year of her employment and then decided it wasn't worth thinking about.

Jenna didn't say anything in return. She sat down at the kitchen table and stared at nothing in particular. When he finally joined her at the table with his sandwich, he was bewildered why she was just sitting there. Then he noticed her face.

"Are you upset?" he asked. Of course, he knew she was upset. He was just trying to go about it politely.

"Yes." She looked down at her hands. "I'm really starting to think that…well, maybe you should get another caregiver."

He choked on his sandwich. When he finally recovered he was visibly distressed. "Jenna, you can't be serious. You've been with us for two years. The end is almost here. No. I can't have someone new coming in now."

Jenna shook her head. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears. 

Colter leaned across the table, his own deep hazel eyes intent on her face, and put his hand on her arm. "Jenna, what is it? What happened with Nadine? Did she say something to you?"

"Yes," she whispered. She had no intension of telling him what it was about. But just letting him know that it was Nadine's doing made her feel better. 

"What did she say?"

"Nothing important," Jenna said dismissingly. "Just a lot of nonsense."

"What kind of nonsense?'

"Rambling. She worries about stuff."

"What stuff?"

Jenna sucked in a long breath and let it out slowly. Why did he have to be so persistent? "About you, mostly." 

"What about me?'

She looked at him and wished he would stop asking questions. "She just worries about…well, you know, are you eating right." Jenna couldn't believe she was lying to a minister. "Stuff like that."

"I see."

He continued eating his sandwich. Jenna thought he didn't look convinced, but at least the questions had stopped.

"I need some air," she said and got up quickly from the table to bolt out the back door. Wearing a summery skirt and top, she walked quickly across the backyard, relieved by the slight breeze that stirred the heavy air. June in central Georgia could be suffocating. The breeze helped, but it was the heavy shade of pines that gave the most relief from the heat. The lawn smelled good having just been cut. She continued leisurely towards the narrow creek that meandered across the back yard. Beyond the creek, the woods stretched on in subtle wilderness. She loved it here. She loved to sit on the stone bench and watch the deer that chanced upon her, how they would look at her with their big brown eyes as though asking why she was trampling on their territory. 

Footsteps crushed the soft grass behind her. She felt Colter's presence more than saw it. He came around the bench and sat down next to her, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers making a little tent. He glanced once at her face and then out into the woods. After a long moment he spoke. 

"Jenna, when people have a lot of time on their hands like Nadine does, they get crazy thoughts going around in their heads that to the rest of us just seem…well, crazy. Nadine says things that to her make perfect sense but can be very upsetting for the person on the receiving end. She doesn't understand that after she's gone, we have to continue with our lives and the choices we make now. So the best thing to do when she says strange things to you or asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable is to just pacify her as best you can and go on."

Jenna nodded. "You're right," she said, because she felt agreeing with him was the best thing to do. 

Colter sat back on the bench. "So what was it she asked you to do?"

"Colter, I'm just not…." She sighed. "I'm not comfortable talking about it."

"She didn't ask you to help her die, did she?"

"No. Oh gosh, no. You know I would tell you right away if she did."

"As long as we have that clear." 

He stood up abruptly and walked a little ways away from her. "Jenna, it may be awhile before Nadine finally passes on. She's not going to drop the subject."

Jenna looked up at him. "What subject?'

Colter put his hands in his pockets. "Don't you realize she talked to me about it first before she did you?"

"About….?" She couldn't say it. She needed him to.

He brought one hand out of his pocket to gesture between them. "About…us."

Us. The word fell on her ears but she could hardly believe he'd said it. She looked away from him, confused, breathless, angry at the hot blush that was streaking up her neck to her face. She wanted to run but knew it would look silly and she would never be able to come back. 

"Look," Colter said in full pastor mode. "There's nothing to be afraid of or ashamed about here. I have a sick wife who loves me and wants me to be happy. She has a young caregiver who is compassionate and sensitive. In her mind, putting those two things together makes perfect sense. You and I know it would be all wrong and of course, it will never happen. But Nadine is sick, Jenna. She needs your understanding on this. I know you can do it. Please try."

With that he turned away and strode back to the house. Jenna watched him out of her periphery. God, how could he be so strong? Or blind? Was she really able to mask her feelings that well? Could he not see how much she wanted him to do the things Nadine had suggested? 

As she walked home that evening, her mind was a puddle of morose thoughts. Her grandmother's white clapboard house sat a ways off the road, with a sweeping driveway and azalea bushes that disguised their genteel poverty. Between her check from the minister and Granny's Social Security, they just managed to pay the bills and keep up the house. Jenna couldn't even afford a car, though she was saving her pennies to buy one. She was a bit peeved to see her cousin's new orange Mustang in the driveway. Felicia always had money to burn. It irked Jenna that her older cousin lived a fabulous lifestyle taking off her clothes for money while Jenna behaved herself and made pittance. 

Felicia sprawled in the living room, a hundred and twenty pounds of gold-dripping smuttiness. She rolled her head on the back of the sofa to look at Jenna as she came through the door. "There she be," she crowed for no one's benefit. "My little cuz, back from reading psalms to the preacher's wife."

"Felicia, do you try to sound like a wigger or does it just come naturally?" Jenna asked derisively.

"Baby girl, you are just too dang full of yourself."

Jenna didn't answer. She went in the kitchen to see what Granny was cooking. There was a plate on the counter and a note from Granny saying she had gone to play bunko at a friend's. Jenna got the plate and went back into the living room to eat.

"Why are you here?" she asked Felicia unceremoniously.

"I have a question for you," her cousin said. She fished her cell phone out of her purse, then held up the picture screen to Jenna. "Look at that. Tell me what you see."

Jenna leaned towards the fuzzy picture. In one corner was something that looked like an arm and part of a wall. The other part was a man. His face was barely illuminated but Jenna would have known it anywhere.

"That's Reverend Woodhouse," she said, stabbing a carrot and putting it in her mouth.

"That's what I thought," Felicia smiled, looking satisfied. 

"Why did you take a picture of Colter?" Jenna asked. 

"Just to piss you off," Felicia retorted. 

Jenna rolled her eyes. "So you have a picture of the man I work for. So what?"

"Don't you want to know where I took it?"

"The Piggly Wiggly?" Jenna ventured sarcastically.

"No. I took it at a glory hole."

Jenna kept chewing. "What's a glory hole?" she asked naively.

Felicia snorted. "Why don't you go google it?"

"Just tell me what it is, Felicia."

The stripper gave her a long you-deserve-this-you-little-stuck-up-bitch look. "A glory hole," she said slowly, "is a place where a person, usually a man, goes to get his dick sucked."

Jenna choked on her potato. It took her a long moment to recover. When she did, she threw her fork at her cousin. It barely missed hitting Felicia in the eye. 

"You fucking liar!" Jenna screamed. "Get your fucking disgusting ass out of here!"

Felicia faced her, arms akimbo. "Can't take the truth, can you?" she snapped back. "You think he fucking walks on water, and every other night he's in there getting anybody who'll do it to suck him off."

"He wouldn't do that!" Jenna yelled, tears brimming her eyes. 

"Baby, he's a man. A man. His wife is fucking dying and he can't get no pussy without causing a scandal. What else can he do?"

Jenna opened her mouth to say, "He wouldn't," one more time, but she couldn't. She sat down on the edge of the sofa, leaning into her legs with her elbows. The events of the day rewinded in her mind. She could hear Nadine's labored breath, that incessant wheezing, asking her to give Colter what he needed. God, no wonder. She might be sick, but Nadine still had a wife's instincts. She knew that something was wrong with Colter. She simply hadn't grasped what it was. 

And Colter. Jenna closed her eyes, trying not to see him in her mind. Trying not to see his handsome face, now grown so thin in the wake of his tragic life. Why had she so easily dismissed his needs? Because it was easier to pretend he didn't have them? As it was, she was relatively comfortable in his presence, believing him "above" such carnal urgings. She was the one who had felt so ashamed, as night as night she'd laid in bed and imagined him making love to her. 

Felicia was staring at her. "Man, you got it bad," she drawled. "Does he know how you feel?"

"No."

"Why the hell not? You're there everyday, including Sundays. He works from his house. My God, I don't see how the two of you weren't rolling in the hay a long time ago."

Jenna shook her head. "Our relationship isn't like that."

"Fuck, I ain't talking about no relationship. I'm talking about sex. That's what the man wants."

"God, Felicia, does everything have to be sex with you?" Jenna cried, putting her hands to her temples and pressing to relieve the migraine that was building in her head. 

Felicia said nothing. She shook her head at her younger cousin. Poor, poor Jenna. Being the good little girl for Granny. Not being a whoring slut like the rest of the women in the family. And while Felicia had sometimes envied Jenna's clear conscience, she had to wonder if it was worth it. What a burden to bear, in love with a man she would never have. It was the kind of thing that could ruin a girl for life. 

"You need to confront him," Felicia said. 

Jenna stared at her in disbelief. "Confront him?" she repeated. "You mean, tell him I know about it? Are you crazy? I wouldn't insult him that way."

"My God, girl. Are you telling me you'd rather he go around doing what he's doing than getting some real loving?"

"It's not my place," Jenna snapped. 

"It is your place," Felicia argued. "If you really care about him, it is your place. How much longer do you think he can keep this a secret? I've already seen him in there a couple of times now. Someone else is going to recognize him and then his career will be over. You need to tell him."

Jenna put up her hands. "No. No. You need to stop. Please. Just go away. Seriously. Go away, Felicia. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Felicia hesitated, then let out a long, resigned sigh. She picked up her purse and headed out the door. 

"Just one thing," she said as she stood on the threshold. "This place he goes to. It's down towards Monroe, about a mile north of the highway. It's called Bubbles. I guess you could say it's a full-service strip joint, if you know what I mean. You go in the back like you're going to the toilets, but instead you go through an Employees Only door and down the stairs. There's a basement. Guys have to pay to get in but girls are free. You'll see these little booths with chairs facing a window. There's a live show going on a good part of the time. You'll understand the rest of it when you see it."

With that Felicia turned away, closing the door behind her. Jenna sank to the sofa and hugged her legs. She heard the roar of the Mustang's engine and tires squealing as Felicia pulled away. For a long while Jenna simply sat that way, her thoughts taking a haphazard course. She told herself that she didn't care that much about Colter; that if indeed he were doing those things, he wasn't the man she thought him to be. She reasoned that if he was paying to get sex, then he deserved being found out. But she went to bed at nine, feeling sick to her stomach and depressed. When she woke up the next morning, her head was splitting. 

"Granny, can you drive me to the Woodhouse's?" she asked her grandmother, who read the morning paper on the front porch.

"Why, don't you feel well? Take my car if you want, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere today. I drank a bunch of that boxed wine at the bunko party last night and I am sick as a dog."

Jenna smiled, thinking her grandmother looked the picture of health, and dropped her a kiss. "Thanks, Granny. I'll be home around seven as usual."

"Take your time," Granny replied. "The Braves are playing tonight so I'll be glued to the television. You know how I am about my baseball."

Jenna did know. Her grandmother was a rabid Braves fan. 

The rest of the day passed in its usual tempo, with Jenna reading long stretches of a historical novel to Nadine, in between light physical therapy, bathing, eating, and massage. Jenna had long since gotten accustomed to seeing Nadine's naked body. Except for her bright eyes and some grayish brown curls on her head, there was very little of the old Nadine left in that shrunken shell. She was unusually weak today, and Jenna was sure it had been yesterday's emotional outburst that led to today's exhaustion. 

Colter was gone the whole day, coming home around two to get notes from his office before leaving again. Jenna did some light housekeeping while Nadine napped. In addition to the night nurse, Colter also employed a weekly housekeeper, but for the most part he cleaned up after himself. He slept in an adjoining bedroom and made his bed regularly. As Jenna peered into his room, she felt a sudden and unexpected urge to rifle through his things. She held herself in her arms to resist trampling on his privacy. What else was Colter hiding from her? she had to wonder. Did he have porn? Did he look at dirty stuff on the internet? The urge was overwhelming and she wheeled around to go downstairs. The same desire overtook her as she glanced about his office. She hated what she was feeling right now. She hated the jealousy that welled up within her. He paid someone to do what she would have gladly done for free. How dare he? How dare he?

She was never so glad as when the night nurse arrived to relieve her. It was Wednesday night and Colter was at church. Jenna checked in on Nadine one last time before walking outside to Granny's car. It was a lovely summer night and Jenna didn't much feel like going home to listen to the game that Granny would have on, turned up full blast. She decided to go to the mall and walk around, knowing Granny would call her if she got worried. 




Colter's Choice



Jenna cruised the stores, not particularly looking at anything. She wondered if she should start filling out job applications. The thought of standing on her feet all day for minimum wage was not appealing. At times she thought of going to nursing school, knowing her experience with Nadine would serve her well, but for now….

For now she wanted to know if it was true. She wanted to see it with her own eyes. 

Rarely impulsive, Jenna could hardly believe it when she looked out the car window and saw the sign blinking in front of her eyes. Bubbles. All Nude. She pushed the car door open and stepped out. A large sign by the door announced that women were admitted for free. She stepped inside a vestibule and the woman behind the window asked to see her ID. Jenna held up her driver's license and the woman waved her through. Jenna pushed open one of the double doors into a world that was shockingly unfamiliar. Naked girls stood on a stage that wrapped around a bar, their legs sliding up poles connected to the ceiling. There were men everywhere as well as a few women. Jenna hugged the carpeted wall behind her. It seemed as though everyone in the place was looking at her, knowing she didn't belong there. A trucker stepped right in front of her and she stared at his barrel chest like a little rabbit encountering a wolf. She turned around and glanced back at a tattooed guy near the door. She'd been to enough bars to know he was the bouncer. With her eyes she let him know she was feeling threatened. With his eyes he let her know he didn't give a shit. Impatient, she walked straight back to him.

"Look," she said quietly, "I just want to go downstairs."

He had a toothpick in his mouth that he rolled back and forth across his lower lip. "What are you, vice?" he said through half-open eyelids. 

"No," Jenna drawled sardonically. "But my cousin is Felicia Sales and she said I might want to come try the free drinks downstairs."

He took the toothpick out of his mouth. "The drinks aren't free downstairs," he said, taking her literally. "But for you the party is. You might want to get your drink before you go down, just in case you don't see anything that suits your tastes."

"Well, I would, if that gorilla behind me would get out of my face."

The bouncer looked over her head. "Fuck off," he yelled at the trucker. Several people turned around to look their way. The trucker silently recoiled to his hole. "There you go," the bouncer said as though he'd done something heroic. "Have fun. And hey, tell Felicia Buddy said hi."

"Will do," Jenna replied, then swung around and headed straight for the bar. She needed something stiff after that encounter and she ordered a gin and tonic, because it was the toughest-sounding drink she knew of. Above her some girl probably four years younger than her was gyrating her hips in a way that made Jenna look away in embarrassment. She could see parts of the girl's anatomy she'd never seen on herself. After paying a ridiculous amount for her drink—and being told that she could drink for free before nine, if she wanted to come earlier next time—Jenna hurried away from the bar and towards the restrooms. Ahead of her was a curve in the wall. She turned the corner and saw the door. It was partway open and some men where stepping out of it. Jenna froze where she was. The men stopped and looked at her. She looked back at them, then turned and dove into the ladies' room.

Standing in the dirty little area before the two stalls, she leaned against the wall and wondered what the hell she was doing. Even if Colter did show up tonight, so what? She wasn't going to confront him. She wasn't going to do anything. She was going to let it slide. What he did with his johnson was his business and she had no right to spy on him.

She opened the door, leaving her drink on the vanity. The exit was just ahead of her. She took a deep breath and started out of the ladies' room. The front door opened and a man stepped through. He was wearing a baseball cap pulled down low and glasses with adjustable lenses. The lenses remained fairly dark indoors. Really, if she hadn't been looking for him she wouldn't have known it was Colter. He kept his gaze down as he walked to the bar. Jenna stepped back into the ladies' room. Her heart was beating violently. Now she knew it was true. 

She picked up the drink and drained it dry. Damn, it burned in her throat. On unsteady legs she stepped again into the hall. No one was there. She looked towards the door marked Employees Only and swung it open. There was an assortment of brooms and mops and vacuums, and then the gloom showed the top of a stair railing. Jenna walked slowly down the stairs, afraid of what she was going to see. The wall cut away to reveal the basement below. A half-dozen seedy-looking men stood around a shabby billiards table, shooting pool. They all stopped when they saw Jenna. One of the men, wearing a stained wife-beater shirt with holes, walked over to her where she hesitated on the stairs. 

"You here to play pool?" the guy asked her. 

Jenna glanced around the room with uncertainty. "My cousin told me—" 

The guy waited, eyebrows raised. He crossed his thick biceps over his huge chest.

"Well, she said it was free. For women."

His gaze swept up and down her flat sandals and khaki capris and embroidered denim shirt. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, sweetheart?"

"No," Jenna said with wide-eyed honestly.

"Maybe you should go on back home," the guy murmured to her. "This isn't the kind of place a sweet thing like you needs to be."

Jenna heard the door swinging open above her. A strung-out looking blonde and a big black guy pushed past her. The man in the wife-beater shirt told them the show would start in a few minutes. The black man passed the guy some bills and the couple continued around the pool table to disappear down an inconspicuous hall at the far end of the room. 

The wife-beater guy stared at her. After another long moment he stood back. "Suit yourself," he said and waved her through. 

Jenna bowed her head and continued past the men playing pool, all of whom had stopped to watch her enter the hallway. A moment later she heard them laughing and making nasty remarks. She stopped and looked in front of her. The ceiling was low and the passage dark. On one side was the cold concrete block wall of the basement. On the other were a row of six booths. The setup was crude, just a bunch of 6-foot-high paneled stalls with flimsy shower curtains over them that hid nothing. A chair faced half a wall of tile-covered sheetrock. The rest of the wall was glass, and beyond it was a dark void.

The blonde and her boyfriend stood murmuring at the first two stalls. Jenna walked to the far end of the hall, which then turned to another set of stairs. She heard voices and crept up to see a door at the top of the stairs. A big guy, another bouncer, sat on a stool, talking to one of the strippers. His cell phone rang and he grunted a response. Carelessly he knocked on the door behind him. A naked girl with gapped teeth looked out. 

"Curtain call," he mumbled. As she started to close the door, he added, "Oh, and tell Trini number four is here again."

The girl sighed wearily and shut the door. Jenna hurried back down the stairs. Something was about to happen, she knew, and she didn't want to stick around to find out what it was. With her head bent, she started back down the dark passageway. At the last moment, she glanced up to see a thin man in a baseball cap and glasses walking right towards her. 

Jenna dove behind a curtain and fell against the back of a chair. Oh God, had he seen her? The curtain ruffled a little. Someone stepped into the booth beside her and she heard the other chair creak. She stood as still as she could. Her heart was literally in her throat—at least, it felt that way. It was pounding so hard in her ears she couldn't hear.

A light suddenly came into the booth and she gasped. Looking behind her, she saw that the space beyond the window had become illuminated. It was a relatively small space, maybe eighteen feet wide and only ten feet deep, but in it was packed a huge Victorian bed and two red velvet settees and an assortment of other "props" that no doubt would come in rather handy during the show. 

Above their heads strained a melody reminiscent of Gone with the Wind. Two young Southern "belles" in corsets and stockings and not much else came out, spouting cheesy dialogue before quickly falling on each other in obviously forced lesbian play. Bewildered by what she was watching, Jenna sank down into the chair. She could see her own reflection in the glass, her blue eyes staring wide at the action that did nothing to stir her. 

Something along the wall, something she hadn't noticed right next to her head, slid away and she looked over to see a gaping hole where none had been before. Someone was over there and had stood up, and was currently unzipping his pants. She leaned away from the hole, towards the window, as far as she could. 

"Are you there?" Colter's voice asked. A pair of hazel eyes looked through the hole. "I can see you're in there," he said. "Don't speak English? Sorry about that. What a way to make a living. Look, I know you can't understand me, but I'm just gonna stroke it for a minute."

Jenna raised her hands to her mouth. Any minute now she was going to scream.

She knew that "Trini" upstairs would be down soon. If she dove out now, maybe he wouldn't notice her gone before the other girl showed up.

"Okay," he said. 

And his cock came through the hole. Jenna stared down at it with eyes that almost bugged out of their sockets. If she had known anything about cocks at that point, she would have congratulated him on having eight and a half inches of very thick cut meat with a significant head. As it was all she saw was a purple alien creature with a single eye staring straight at her. 

"Come on," he said impatiently, his voice easily carrying over the six-foot-high paneling. He jiggled his dick a little. "Are you gonna suck it or what?"

Jenna bent towards it and put out her tongue. She closed her eyes and licked the veiny flesh on the top side of the shaft. He sighed and she knew that wasn't what he wanted. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and leaned forward, thinking in her mind that if she could take all of it in and close her lips around it, maybe it wouldn't actually touch her on the inside. The inside of her mouth, however, was significantly smaller than she'd given herself credit for. What she did, in fact, was to take most of it all the way to the back of her throat before she closed her mouth around it, and when she did, she was unexpectedly deep-throated, which he hadn't expected either. 

"Oh, yeah!" he yelled in ecstasy, falling against the wall between them. 

On the other side of the wall, Jenna gagged. Her eyes filled with tears which streamed down her face. She pulled back slowly, not quite sure how far she should go. She opened a little wider and took him in again, not quite as far, stopping so she wouldn't gag. He moaned and she slowly pulled back, and then did it one more time, wanting to hear him moan like that. She opened her jaws wider, and pushed herself forward, purposely making his cock hit the back of her throat, not caring this time if she gagged. He swore loudly and beat a hand against the wall. It thrilled her to hear him going on that way. She did it again, gagging so hard that she had to release him for a moment to keep from throwing up. As she recovered he released an agonized breath.

"Baby, you don't have to deep throat me," he said through the wall. "I mean, if you want to get it over within the next ten seconds, keep it up. Otherwise just a normal suck will do."

Jenna swallowed hard and looked back at the cock. A bead of clear fluid had appeared at the piss slit and she ran her thumb over it, pulling it downward over the head.

"Oh yeah," he said as she rubbed the liquid on the underside of the shaft. "Yeah, that's the way. Oh man, you have that magic touch. Keep it up, baby."

She continued rubbing her thumb on the underside and stood up with one knee on the chair to bend over the top of his shaft, kissing softly the length of it with tiny, soft kisses. Then she laid her flattened tongue where she had kissed him and rubbed ever so gently. His body moved side to side as though he were squirming. She kept it up, thinking that if he didn't like it he would let her know. 

More of the liquid seeped out of the slit. Jenna caught it with her thumb and smeared it over the head to the underside, rubbing more firmly on that spot he liked. She bent her head again and licked the upper side with stronger strokes. He was rocking towards her now and moaning. She liked the sound. She lowered her mouth to where more of the liquid had appeared and let her lips close over just that small area. Her tongue shot out and flicked the piss slit, slurping up the salty precum, and he groaned loudly. A smile spread across her lips as she'd discovered another way of pleasuring him. It surprised her that there seemed to be so many different ways. Again she closed her mouth around the head, this time taking it all in and sucked lightly on it. 

"Oh yeah, suck it," he moaned through the wall.

Jenna took a deep breath through her nose. She was beginning to get more comfortable with what she was doing. After another minute of light sucking, she took his dick between both of her hands and squeezed, loving the way it felt in her palms. He let out a surprised grunt. She did it again, dragging her fingers down towards the head. More of the precum surfaced at the slit. She wrapped her hand at the end of his shaft and bent forward to take the rest of it into her mouth, sucking with all her strength at what lay against her tongue. He groaned deeply, finally getting what he really wanted. She found after only a few seconds that her tongue and cheeks hurt, so she moved her mouth back and forth instead. He liked this, too. She decided to try the sucking while she pumped, and found a good level that didn't hurt her tongue like before.

"Baby," he said through the wall, "that is so good. That's the best. God, you really switch it up, don't you?"

She hadn't any idea what that meant. But one thing she was discovering: the cock was an incredibly diverse organ. Beyond the glass, the two "belles" had been joined by a third, who was now being initiated into their sorority. Jenna turned back to the focus of her own glorious initiation. As she sucked him she tried to see how far she could put her tongue out on the bottom side each time he pulled away from her, and found yet another way to make him gasp and pound on the wall. The underside of his shaft was even more sensitive than the upper side, and she delighted in running the flat side of her tongue from his pubes all the way up to that delicious little spot on the underside of the helmet, where she licked him furiously until she thought he would break down the wall.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, and Jenna sensed something very different was about to happen. His sac pressed against the glory hole until it was on her side, and she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, while still sucking and pumping the shaft. The salty liquid on her tongue stopped, the sac in her hand seemed to shrink and grow hard, and his body freeze. With her lips firmly around his shaft and it buried almost to her uvula, the sudden jet of cum to the back of her throat made her jerk and slightly gag. A second jet followed and then a third, and she puffed out her cheeks to take it all, not knowing what else to do. He pulled backwards from her and his penis slid from her lips and back through the glory hole. The stuff in her mouth was gooey but not unlike some raw oysters she had once eaten, and she swallowed it with a little grimace. 

The man on the other side of the paneling zipped up his pants. "You have to tell me your name," he said as a one hundred dollar bill fell through the hole to Jenna's feet. "I know it's not usually done that way, but that was the best head I've ever gotten. I would really like to at least try to request your services."

Jenna leaned back against the wall. She was so screwed. 

"Que es su nombre?" he asked. "Or are you something else? Vietnamese?"

He sighed and stepped out of the booth. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to walk away. Then the curtain swept back. He looked full in on her, his mouth slowly falling open. Then he jerked off his glasses. He stepped back in to where she was and bent down, and took her shoulders between his hands and shook her. 

"What are you doing?" he demanded. "What are you doing?"

Jenna started to cry.

He backed away from her, back into the hall, took off his baseball cap and rubbed his hair. For an instant he looked as though he were going to leave her. Then he stopped and wheeled around to face her. 

"Did you know it was me?" he demanded. 

Jenna nodded. "Of course I knew it was you."

"Why did you do this?" he said, pointing to where he had been.

"My cousin," she began. "She had a picture on her camera phone."

He waited, his hands on his hips. 

"Of you. Here," Jenna went on. "She showed me the picture and told me what it was."

"Oh my God," he murmured. He put his hands over the back of his head and turned away from her. 

"Colter, I didn't mean it to happen like this," she said, standing up. "I came here because I needed to see it for myself. I was about to leave when you came in. And then I got stuck down here and dove behind this curtain."

"And I saw your sandals and thought you were for me," he finished for her. He looked about the dark, dingy hallway and shrugged. "Okay. We can't talk about this here. Let's at least go upstairs."

"No," Jenna said. "Someone might recognize you. Come by Granny's house. We can sit on the back porch and talk. It's safer."

The drive home was unbearably long. All she could think about was how the guys around the pool table had leered at her. Somehow they'd known. They'd probably walked down the hall and watched through the curtain. Not that she cared. She'd never go back there again. 

Yet she felt changed. She wasn't exactly a virgin; she'd slept with her senior prom date more out of peer pressure than anything else and ended up with a yeast infection from his dirty hands. After that she'd sworn off any casual contact. This had been her one and only experience giving a blowjob and it left her with mixed feeling. Of course the how of it was bizarre, as was the where. But the rest of it had been…stimulating.

She couldn't get the sound of Colter's voice out of her ears as he'd given so freely into the pleasure. It was hard to reconcile that Colter with the one she already knew. The way he'd groaned deep in the back of his throat, encouraging her to do this thing or that. The way his hips had rocked forward, pushing his shaft deeper and deeper into her warm mouth. And the taste of him…that soft saltiness that she could still taste in her mouth and didn't want to let go of. 

Jenna clutched the steering wheel. She was incredibly turned on right now. Thank God Granny's house was just ahead. 

She pulled into the driveway and Colter drew up behind her, cutting off his engine and getting out of his car before she even had her seatbelt off. He held the car door while she stood out and closed it for her. Wordless, they walked together to the small frame house and Jenna unlocked the door. Granny had fallen asleep in front of the television. An infomercial was on. Jenna left the TV on and gestured for Colter to follow her to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out two bottled waters, passed one to him and opened her own as she unlocked the back door. Again he held the door for her and they stepped out onto the screened back porch. There was a porch swing but Jenna opted for the padded chairs around a glass table. She sank into the deeply cushioned chair and took a long drink from the bottle of water. 




Colter's Choice



Colter struck a familiar pose, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, the bottle of water suspended between his fingers. The drive back had given him time to think, but suddenly all of his explanations and arguments had turned to vapor and floated away. He had nothing to say. Even if he went to bed tonight and slept on it, he would still have nothing to say. 

"How long have you been doing that?" Jenna asked.

He sighed. "Awhile."

"Why?"

He looked at her. "Is this going to be an inquisition? Because if it is, I'm not sticking around for it."

Jenna sat up. "No. I just want to understand why it's easier for you to do that with them than to come to me."

He stood up as though poked by a hot iron. "'Come to you'?" he repeated harshly. "You mean, like Nadine suggested? Are you kidding? You're a caregiver, not a prostitute."

"I'm a woman," she said softly, "who cares about you."

"And that's another reason," he said sharply, pacing the floor. "Geez, Jenna, I'm not blind. I catch the way you look at me sometimes. Even Nadine knows it. But I don't know how I feel about you. My life is a mess right now. I have a wife who's been dying for over a decade yet half my congregation has been trying to marry me off to their daughters for the past five years. It's nuts. I am pressured all the time to make choices that aren't even appropriate. My wife is very much alive. And if there were some miracle cure tomorrow, she would remain my wife. I can't have a relationship, any kind of relationship, with someone that can make things more complicated for me."

"So you have sex with strangers," Jenna said. "With people whose faces you can't even see."

"That's right," he bit out.

"Why don't you just jack off in the shower like everybody else?"

"Because it got boring after the first five years," he retorted angrily.

"Then look at porn while you do it."

"I did that too. That's how I discovered glory holes. That's how I got into it. And now I like it. It's convenient. It's uncomplicated. No one looks at me and wonders where they've seen my face."

"It's perverted," she said softly.

"You seemed to like it well enough," he observed.

"Only because I knew who was on the other side of the wall," Jenna shot back.

"Maybe you should try it with a stranger."

She glared at him, hating him for preferring a hole in the wall to her. 

As though reading her mind, Colter knelt down in front of her. "Look, Jenna," he said softly. "You're not the kind of girl a guy can use and cast off. You're wife material. I could really easily get caught up in you. But it wouldn't be fair to either one of us. Not now."

She opened her mouth to speak but he laid his fingers over her lips. "No. No more words," he said firmly."I learned a valuable lesson tonight. I realize now that my behavior has been inexcusable. As of tomorrow, I'm taking a leave of absence from my church. I'm going to stay home with Nadine fulltime. I'll continue to pay your weekly salary until you find other employment, but I can't let you come back."

Her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her.

He stood up and walked back into the house. Jenna sank back into the chair cushion. His engine roared and she heard his tires squeal a little as he took off. Tears spilled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks to fall onto her shirt. The night closed in, terrible in its emptiness.

Three weeks later, Granny opened the morning paper. "Oh my lord!" she cried. "Jenna, listen up!"

Jenna looked up from her books. She had just enrolled in nursing school and she wanted to get a jump on the fall semester. In the meantime she was working the evening shift at the nursing home. She hated the job and the hours, but it was a good opportunity.

"'Nadine Woodhouse, wife of Reverend Colter Woodhouse, passed away last night,'" Granny read the newspaper article verbatim. "'She died in her home last night with her husband of fourteen years by her side. The registered nurse who was also present at the passing said that Mrs. Woodhouse did not experience any pain, but died in her sleep.'" 

Jenna sat back in her chair. Finally, Nadine was at rest. 

"The funeral is tomorrow at the reverend's church," Granny told her. "I hope you have something suitable to wear. You know how stuffy those Methodists are."

"I'm not going," Jenna said, looking back down at her books.

"Not going! You have to go. It would be impolite for you not to."

"He let me go the last three weeks of her life after I had worked for them two whole years. I'll never forgive him for that."

Try as she might, Granny couldn't change her mind. Jenna went on with her life, trying to forget the bizarre night in the basement of the strip club, and the grimy little booth with its glory hole. But night after night, as she lay in bed waiting for sleep to come, her ears were filled again with the sound of Colter Woodhouse on the other side of the wall. She could taste him in her mouth, feel the smooth shaft sliding past her lips and onto her tongue. She ached at the thought of other things they could do in that booth, and her fantasies drove her to an addiction she never could have anticipated. 

Behind her closed bedroom door, Jenna browsed the internet, looking for chat rooms that centered on her new obsession. She wanted to talk about what she'd done, share it with others, relive that moment when his cum had filled her mouth to overflowing and she'd swallowed his delicious saltiness, making it a part of her own body. She found other enthusiasts, some who only fantasized about what they could do in the booth, while others described in vivid details their daily trysts with faceless strangers. 

Over the next few months she hooked up with various partners for nasty cybersex, but with time the excitement waned. What she really wanted was a single partner, just one person she could hook up with in the flesh at least weekly. It had to be a man, because she really wanted the taste of cock in her mouth again. And he had to be willing to reciprocate. 

She came home from school one day to find an email waiting in the Hotmail account she'd set up. Using a pseudonym, she'd received a truckload of freaky, sometimes scary, replies to the personal she'd posted on one of the sites. But this particular email caught her eye. He lived in the area and knew a great place in Athens that would do as a good hookup spot, and would she meet him there at seven o'clock? Tonight was her only night off from the nursing home, so she knew it was now or never. 

Jenna dressed with anxious anticipation. She wanted to make the right impression: she wasn't some skank or pervert, she just had a particular fetish that had special significance in her life. Since it was late fall and the weather was turning, she decided to wear a long sleeve maroon dress that looked and felt like cashmere but, of course, wasn't. She also wore tan leather boots that came up to her knees and elasticized stockings that didn't need a garter belt. She'd lost weight since starting school, and her round breasts and narrow hips were stunning in the clingy dress. For the first time in a long time, Jenna felt sexy.

The wine bar was upscale and in a fairly conspicuous place. She was glad of that. Less chance that he would turn out to be a total perv. He hadn't told her his age, only that he had rather longish brown hair. The only other thing she knew about him was that he was working at a newspaper, but if it was in Athens or Atlanta or some other place, she had no idea. He hadn't been terribly specific.

Neither had she. Jenna had purposely refrained from giving a lot of information, just that she worked in the service industry (more or less true) and was in good shape. He didn't need to know she was a student and lived with her grandmother. As she climbed out of Granny's car, she glanced about the parking lot, feeling as though someone were watching her. Maybe he was sitting in his car checking out all the women who went in, deciding if any were worth the shot. 

The hostess seated her by a little window overlooking a creek. The area had been recently refurbished to include stone walkways and iron lampposts, and colored lights strung in the trees added a festive atmosphere. She gazed out the window while she waited for the server to bring her a white wine. A man appeared in the reflection in the glass and she turned her head and looked straight at Colter Woodhouse.

"Jenna!" he exclaimed cheerfully, stepping forward with an extended hand. He looked different. He'd gained weight and gotten color back into his face. "Well, this is a happy coincidence."

She shook his hand, dumbfounded. Words hung on her lips, refusing to leap. She took back her hand from his and wordlessly gestured to the chair across from her. 

"You look fantastic," he said, sitting down. "I guess school is suiting you."

"Yes," she said. He'd given her a glowing reference for nursing school. She glanced towards the lobby nervously, hoping that this wasn't going to get awkward.

He followed her line of vision. "Waiting for a date?" he asked. 

"Yes." The waiter put a glass of white wine down in front of her. Colter gestured that he didn't want anything. "Well, it's more of a blind date," Jenna admitted, sipping her wine. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. He didn't need to know that. 

"Oh yeah?" he said, also watching the door. "Mine, too."

Jenna looked at him. Really looked at him. His hair had grown out quite a bit since last summer. One could even say it was longish. She had no idea what he was doing for a living since resigning his church after Nadine's death. He had just sort of disappeared. 

Colter's gaze settled on her glowing face and long, slender body in the stunning maroon dress. "You're in really great shape," he observed. Something flickered in his eyes, a flash of disbelief. 

Jenna leaned across the table, staring into his warm hazel eyes. "Where are you working now, Colter?"

"For the newspaper," he said, meeting her halfway. "What about you?"

"In the service industry."

Their eyes held one another for long, agonizing seconds. She couldn't be sure it was him, she only knew she wanted it to be. Colter put out his hand to touch the side of her face.

"I haven't been back," he said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear. "It wouldn't have been the same. But I have to admit to you, Jenna, it's something I want. It's like an addiction. I see it in my mind, I feel it, and I want it again. But I want it with someone special, who understands and shares my longing. Can you understand?"

She turned her mouth into his hand and kissed his palm. "Yes," she whispered. The desire spreading through her core was making it hard to breath. 

"You said in your personal that you want it to be reciprocated," he went on. "I want that, too, Jenna. It's something I wanted before, but there's a trust issue there. I need to know if I'm the only one."

"Of course you are," she said, her voice sounding small. "I haven't actually…you know, done it again, since that night."

"But you want to."

"Yes."

"Right now."

"Yes."

He stood up, signaling her that it was time to go. The bulge in his pants was noticeable under his jacket. He positioned Jenna in front of him as they walked through the wine bar. Once in the parking lot, he steered her to his car. As soon as he got in beside her he turned and kissed her with a violent passion that made her weak. His hand moved over her breasts, so supple under the soft dress. Then his hand lowered to her parted legs and grazed up her stockings to where the tops ended…and there was nothing else but soft, yielding, damp pussy.

"Oh baby," he groaned against her lips in that dark, torrid voice she remembered. "You feel so good. I can't wait to get my tongue in that juicy pussy, do to you what you did to me."

Jenna arched her hips up to his penetrating fingers. She wanted to wait. She really did. She just wasn't sure if she could. 

It was a short drive to a discreet adult bookstore just outside the city. Having no idea how it worked, Jenna let Colter take the lead. He murmured his request to the man behind the counter, placed a large bill near the cash register, and received a key. With his hand on the small of her back, he led Jenna towards a hallway. The setup was different, as people, mostly men, viewed videos behind closed doors. What else was going on between those booths was anyone's guess. 

Colter stopped at the last door and unlocked it and led Jenna into a double booth that was by far the nicest, with adjustable padded vinyl chairs and even a lamp in the corner. A wall from floor to ceiling divided the chairs that faced two separate video monitors. Colter closed the door and locked it, took her purse out of her hand, and set it on a little bench. He slowly took off his jacket and laid it over her purse. 

"I paid the guy for the booth," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, "so we don't have to run any videos if we don't want. But we can."

Jenna stepped in to help him with those pesky buttons. "Something soft," she suggested. "With nice music. To go along with the mood."

He shook out his shirt and set it neatly over his jacket. Jenna spread her fingers over his bare chest. He had reddish nipples that were flat against his flesh. She's never seen him without a shirt on. She laid her forehead against his chest and kissed his skin. He smelled like soap and something woodsy. She moved her mouth over his nipples, flicking her tongue at the darker centers.

Colter bent to kiss her neck. As he let his mouth roam over her jaw, he whispered incredulously, "I still can't believe you're really into this."

Jenna lifted her eyes to meet his. "It's all I can think about," she confessed. 

He took her hand and led her to the far booth. "Watch whatever you want," he said, laying tokens next to the monitor for her. "It's your choice. When you're ready, pull your chair over here." He pointed to a sliding panel in the wall between them. "Open it and position yourself so I can see you. You're going first."

Jenna wasn't sure what that meant. Colter saw the confusion in her face and smiled.

"Find what ever position suits you," he said. "There's no right or wrong way. Just get comfortable and make sure I have access. That's all that really matters."

She was going first. She hadn't even thought of that. She had just assumed he would want it right away. 

Jenna scrolled through a sampling of videos and settled on something that looked like a period piece. She was really after some sensual music, although this entire experience was getting her pretty fired up. On the other side of the wall she could hear Colter's choice: pulsating, hot, raunchy. Oh wow. She hadn't even thought about the porn aspect of it. Feeling suddenly very warm in her long-sleeved dress, she pulled it over her head and folded it in half, then tossed it to where Colter had neatly placed his shirt. She wanted to get comfortable, so she took off her boots as well. But she left on her stockings. 

There were some towels in a basket under the lamp table and she grabbed one and spread it on her chair. As she settled in, she couldn't help but notice how clean everything was. Something told her this particular booth had been designed with ladies in mind. She glanced at her monitor. A young woman in a flowing gown was running down a dark roadway, while a shadowy stud on horseback pursued her. Mmmmm, Jenna thought as the action unfolded in front of her. Yes, take her by force. You know she really wants you, you gorgeous stud. Deflower her under the oak tree. Make her jaded with you hot, nasty sex.

Her legs squeezed together as she watched the soft porn. She really wanted to masturbate. Placing her feet on either side of the monitor, she shoved her middle finger up her vagina and wiggled against it while the fingers of her other hand rolled her nipples. God, she was already so wet. Very lightly she stroked her clit. The stud on the screen was riding the virgin missionary style, his gorgeous ass shining in the moonlight. Jenna groaned. She loved porn. She loved watching other people fuck. The actor was really getting into fucking this girl and the camera was in tight, showing his dick drilling down into her cunt. He held her hands by the wrists. He didn't look like he was acting one bit. 

Jenna moved her chair to the wall and slid open the panel. On the other side of the hole, Colter was moving, doing something; she was sure he was masturbating to his raunchy video. She settled back in her chair, aiming for the hole as she pushed her hips forward while her legs lifted up against the wall. She couldn't see her video as well but she didn't care. When she felt her bottom touch the wall she stopped. Cool air from the other side swept over her cunt and she trembled involuntarily.

And then his warm breath spread over her freshly shaved mound. 

On the other side of the wall, Colter lifted one of his hands from his throbbing cock. His fingers spread her pussy lips to expose the hidden richness of her vulva. She was spread out for him like an orchid opening to the prying rays of the sun. Her aroma rose up into his nostrils and he gasped and breathed her in. His thumb pushed against her little hooded clit, coaxing it to come out and be loved.

"I wanted it to be you," Colter said suddenly, his voice warm and sincere. He didn't know if she could hear him. Probably not. His other hand jerked eagerly on his dick. "I sat in the parking lot and watched the women going in, and I had no interest in getting out."

She pressed against his fingers, cooing. 

"And then I saw you get out of your grandmother's car," he went on. For a moment his eyes lifted to the slut on the monitor being double penetrated by two Neanderthals. He quickly looked back down to the pink and crimson flower open before him. "I couldn't believe it was you. God, you looked amazing. I thought, 'She's just here on a date.' I kept waiting to see if another single woman walked in but none did. I figured, what the hell, at least I can say hello to Jenna, even if she is on a date. Just to be sociable. But I wanted it to be you. When I sat down at the table and looked at you, I wanted it to be you."

His tongue reached out to suck the sweet juice that had gathered before his very eyes. Pressing back her labia, he looked down into the vestibule of her vagina, and drank from the fountain of desire that sprang up for him. Her fruit was ripe and ready to be consumed. He ate his fill, delighting that the more he took, the more she gave. The berry under his thumb seemed to swell and thicken and he nibbled at it with his lips, astonished by the pleasure this gave her. His finger plumbed her core, gently stroking the upper side of her vagina while swirling circles around her clit with the flat center of his tongue. On the other side of the wall he heard her panting and moaning and knew her time was near. He put his forehead against the wall, staring down at the center of her femininity, his entire concentration focused on that one glorious sight. He laid his tongue in the center of her cleft and pressed upwards, over the hood of her clit, again and again and again. Her hipbones pounded wildly against the wall and she wailed and spasmed and came, all of the beauty of her orgasm right there before his eyes, within the small circular space of the hole. 

Patiently Colter lapped the sweet nectar that erupted from her until the space became void. He sat back in his chair to catch his breath and stroke his somewhat forgotten member. Suddenly she came around the corner of the wall and knelt down, naked, before him, took his face in her hands and kissed him as deeply as the restraints of their physical beings would allow. 




Colton Shares His Girlfriend



Note: This is continuing chapter that began in Erotic Couplings as "A Discovery In Toni."

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Feeling guilty the next day about the way he had treated Toni so roughly in bed, Colton wanted her to get warmed up before Paul came over for their threesome with him. He had gotten cleaned up and put on a pair of shorts, no underwear. He wanted to be ready to strip immediately when their 'victim' arrived. Toni was already naked, purring at Colton to tell her what he liked. He was already horny thinking about what was ahead for him and the hot woman in front of him now.

"Anything you want, baby, anything you want. My cock is all yours for right now."

He crawled forward as Toni fondled his balls. He joked about how Paul was going to be surprised when he came over and what Colton had in store for Toni's older lover as Colton sucked her breasts.

Sure enough, the doorbell rang just as Toni finished sucking Colton's cock, draining it of its last drop of cum. Pulling up his shorts, Colton went to the door and Paul stepped in once Colton had answered it.

Colton put on a face like he was pissed, saying he had found out that Paul had been banging his girlfriend; Toni had both told him everything and Colton had seen the remnants of Paul's cum in Toni's cunt when they were about to fuck. Colton wouldn't say anything to Paul's wife or family about it...if Paul would offer something in return.

"How much is this going to cost me?" he asked Colton.

"I don't want money, man. But Toni's got an itch that needs scratching and she needs both of us scratch it for her good." He laughed.

An itch that needed scratching. Paul had to restrain himself from laughing back; he'd been with Toni long enough to know what she had was an all consuming need to be fucked and she needed it at every turn. Her pussy ached to be filled; if she had her way, she'd have a cock inside every opening 24/7. 

As it turned out, Colton hadn't been pissed about Paul's affair with Toni after all. What he didn't know was Colton had hidden the fact that he had been bisexual for some time and wouldn't mind having a piece of Paul's tight ass and taste or two of Paul's cock himself in addition to watching Toni being fucked by him.

Paul felt an erection grow as Colton outlined the plan for what they wanted that afternoon, not missing the bulge of hard cock that was straining against the spandex of Paul's shorts. Toni was already in the bedroom, naked and ready, Colton said, leading the way.

She turned and got on all fours at the sight of the two of them coming into the room and said, "Who's first?" 

Paul, in a stage of uncontrollable lust, tossed off his T-shirt, then peeled off his shorts in one stroke, freeing his aching member.

Colton, approving of Paul's own well-endowed, hard dick, dropped his shorts and stroked his own cock. "Since I was brought up to respect my elders, I think it's right Paul should, baby. But I want to see you suck his cock before you fuck him. Show us what a hot little slut you are."

She patted the bed and Paul sat as Toni kneeled on the floor to suck him. As she took him in her mouth, she expertly downed his very erect cock to Paul's nutsack as Colton watched from the chair in the corner. 

"Oh shit!" Colton approved. "What a good little whore! That's it, baby, deep throat Paul's nice big cock!"

She continued sucking Paul expertly, no longer uncomfortable about her boyfriend watching her do so, giving Paul her best deep throating and using her hand to stroke what she did not have in her throat. 

When she swirled her tongue around the tip and started to take him deep into her throat again, Paul groaned. He grabbed her head and moved it up and down his cock, forcing himself deeper down her throat as he fucked her face. He could feel her sweet, sweet tongue, her lips, her throat and he knew he wasn't going to last very long. He could feel himself start to twitch and soon he was spurting shot after shot of cum into Toni's hot, wet mouth. 

"Mmm, yeah. Drink all his cum down, you little cock whore!" Colton encouraged as Toni swallowed Paul's load greedily.

"Oh baby. You are sure one good little cocksucker!" Paul said when she finished. He turned to Colton. "She make you cum like that too?"

Colton still stroked his own generous cock, very turned on from what just transpired in front of him. "Oh yeahhhh...she's my good little slut. Never had a woman that loves to fuck and suck as much as this little nympho does!" 

He then looked at Toni again. "Get him hard again, baby. I want you to show him how good my little slut is and fuck him while I watch."

Toni then took Paul in her mouth again, licking and sucking his cock until he was rock hard, then Colton gently ordered her to turn over so Paul could fuck her doggy fashion. She happily obliged, her full, sexy ass in the air, waiting for him.

She couldn't wait to get him inside her. She bent over and Paul positioned himself behind her and rubbed her pussy gently with his fingers. He inserted one finger inside. "Damn, baby, you are wet!"

"Are you surprised my pussy is wet for you? I want it bad, Paul. I need you to fuck me hard and make me cum. Put that big cock in me and make me cum over and over."

"How hard? I don't want to hurt your little tight pussy here. And you need to save some of that nice little cunt for your man over there."

"I'll tell you if it is too hard, just fuck the shit out of me......fuck me like a whore NOW!"

Paul put the head of his cock at her opening, pulling her pussy lips apart a little as he got the head wet with her juices and he then slammed into her hard and deep. 

"Paul! Oh yes! Fuck me!!"

Paul grabbed onto her hips, stared at her rounded ass and started to piston in and out of her. If he died now while fucking this beautiful blonde eighteen year old, he would die happy. She felt so damn tight, so damn good. Toni moaned and squealed as Paul's cock slammed in and out of her.

Paul continued to slam into her, "Oh yeah, you are one hot bitch. Do you like this, you little slut? Is it good, baby? Is this what you want? You love this cock, don't you?"

"You are so big, Paul...oh yes, do it. FUCK ME!"

Colton was stroking his own cock harder. "Tell him what you like, baby. Tell him how to make our little whore happy. Fuck him for your man, baby."

He watched as Paul continued to bury his thickness in her dripping pussy. Toni closed her eyes and pushed hard against him. Paul slapped her ass once to see what she would do. 

"Yessssss, yesssss, FUCK ME! Oh God, Paul, fuck me harder!"

He slapped her again and then again and again in time with his thrusts. Her ass was now as red and she was cumming. He felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on his cock and felt her body shudder again and again as she screamed in orgasm. About the same time, Paul felt his own climax working its way up his throbbing member.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum!" he yelled, not missing a stroke as he fucked her the hardest he had been.

"Take that cum in your twat, baby," Colton hissed, about to reach his orgasm. He went over and shoved his cock in Toni's mouth. "And suck me off while he cums in you. What a nice little slut you are, baby. You really turn me on fucking another guy like that. Just a good little whore."

It was all he needed to see and hear as Paul felt himself cum hard deep inside her; Colton shot his own heavy loads of seed into Toni's throat right after him.

"Oh fuck, oh baby, that was so great!" he said as he pulled out of her mouth. He smiled at Paul. "She's got a nice little pussy, doesn't she?"

"Don't mind me saying so, but she's got to be the best fuck I ever had."

"I hope you aren't done, are you?" Toni asked, trying to get her breath.

Colton had stroked himself and had gotten hard again. "No way baby, my turn next. Paulie's going to watch me fuck you now."

He shoved his cock into her stretched pussy. He went as far as he could go and started to pump in and out of her. She put her head down on the bed and he went a little deeper and she sighed. Yes, this is what she wanted. She was going to cum again, she could feel it. Colton continued to fuck her hard as he too closed his eyes and to just feel her tight, wet, pussy all around him, then opened them to watch Paul stroke his magnificent dick as he watched Colton's own cock slam in and out of Toni.

Colton stopped and pulled out. He turned her over, pushed her knees up and shoved himself inside of her again and started to move in and out of her. He reached for her breasts and gently touched her nipples. They responded by growing harder. He squeezed her breasts with both hands. She cried out and arched her back trying to take him as deep as she could. 

He fucked her harder and faster, squeezing her breasts and she yelled, "I'm cumming. Oh yes, Colton, harder, faster! Fuck me! Oh please, fuck me!"

He continued to fuck her and she continued to press hard against him. "You want fucked, you little slut? Huh? You like getting this big dick of mine after you just had another guy? Huh? You love this, don't you, you whore? Tell me again to fuck you!"

"Fuck me, fuck me deeper!" she responded loudly. "Dammit, Colton, FUCK ME!"

He felt her start to cum again as he continued to pound into her. He could feel himself ready to cum too but he wasn't ready to stop yet. He pulled out of her. 

"Hey, Paul, come here. Let her sit on your cock while I fuck her sweet ass." 

Paul thought he would shoot off right there at the thought of Toni's ass being fucked, whether by him or Colton. He lay down under Toni, his cock only semi-erect. She went to work on Paul's cock with her mouth and her hands as Colton rubbed her pussy juices over the opening of her ass. He pushed a finger inside and then two and he heard her groan. "You love this, don't you, you slut?"

"Oh, yessssssss! Do it.....fuck my ass, Colton!" she hissed.

She moved over Paul's cock and placed the head at the opening to her pussy. She came down hard on him, taking him all at once and then leaned over him, giving Colton access to her ass. Colton placed the head of his cock against her ass and pushed gently pushed it into her pink asshole. He pushed harder as he started to go in. As he got the head of his cock inside, he rubbed more pussy drippings on her ass and on his cock and slowly started to stroke in and out going deeper with each stroke. Colton started to time his own thrusts with Paul's.

"Damn Paul, I can feel you in there....this is so fucking hot! I don't think I'm going to last much longer. And her ass is so tight and fucking hot!"

Toni panted. "Fuck me, both of you fuck me hard until I cum again. Both of you make me cum!"

Colton grinned and buried his cock deeper in her ass, up to his balls. She was so tight and Toni was so into the fucking both of them at once as she moved her hips grinding into Paul. Paul pushed his hips up toward her, thrusting his cock deeper into her. It felt so good and Paul certainly wouldn't get this from his wife at home! 

The matched stroking of both men in each her holes made Toni hotter as she squirmed between them. Colton stared to quicken his pace even more as it got easier and soon he was moving as quickly as Paul. Toni was trying to take them both deeper as she got lost in her own fucking frenzy.

The both felt her pause and then felt the shudder build. Her whole body shook so hard as she screamed out "Fuck, I'm cumming!" 

The orgasm was the biggest she had experienced in quite a while. It went on for several minutes as the two men continued the assault on her body. The orgasm was followed by several small ones. This felt so good.

"Oh, oh God, shit, baby, I'm cumming!" Paul shouted as he came. She could feel his cream shoot deep into her pussy. So hot!

As Paul's seed filled her, she felt Colton stiffen as he shot his hot cum deep into her ass. She could feel it, and the feeling of cum filling both of her openings made her climax once again with them.

They all lay there panting for a minute and Toni sat up, remnants of cum leaking from both holes. "Now that is what I call getting a good fuck!" she praised the men on both sides of her, starting to play with both their cocks again.

"Dammit...." Paul panted. "Believe it or not, this was the first time I was in a threesome. And it was fucking great!"

"Yeah and look," Colton said. "This little slut is ready for more."

Paul watched in awe as his younger lover went to work on her boyfriend's cock with her mouth. He watched as she licked and sucked Colton's balls, then slid her tongue under his shaft, before downing his cock in one gulp and giving him the same deep throat she had done with Paul's own cock earlier.

Toni's round ass was in the air as her head bobbed up and down on Colton's fuck pole and he groaned in appreciation as her mouth worked on him. Hard again from watching Toni orally servicing Colton, Paul found himself sliding it into Toni's stretched asshole, the inside well lubed from Colton's deposit of cum.

As Paul fucked her ass, her moans were muffled as she now had a big cock in her mouth and another one stuffed in her sex-starved ass. She was in heaven as the two hard cocks fucked both ends of her; Colton fucking her face as Paul dicked her in the ass. 

Colton then shot off, spraying stream after stream of cum into Toni's mouth, which never left his cock until she had milked the last drop of cum from it. "That's it you whore, swallow it all down!" he ordered his filled her mouth with his cream before his cock popped out, still erect. Colton had a hidden talent on how to stay hard even after he'd cum.

"Sit on this shit now, you whore," he ordered Toni.

With Paul still deep in her ass, she moved over and shifted herself until she was on Colton's fuck tool, guiding it into her used, cum-filled cunt, before riding him hard in time to the strokes Paul was doing to her backdoor.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Colton called. "Fuck me, you slut!"

As Paul continued to fuck Toni's ass, Colton reached over and rubbed her swollen clit as he rose up to go deeper inside her cunt 

"Fuck me...fuck me with your big hard cocks...fuck me harder... that's it...fuck me in that ass..fuck my cunt...make me cum again!" she gasped as both men thrusted harder into her well-fucked openings.

"Oh you hot bitch, you fucking little slut," Paul grunted. "Can't get enough of this, huh, baby? You like getting it up your ass like a whore, don't you? Tell me and Colton what a whore you are!"

"Colton...Paul...I'm a slut...a whore...fuck me!"

"That's right, you are a slut," Colton said, rubbing her clit harder as she approached climaxing. "You're mine and Paul's own little whore!"

By this time, Toni had begun to cum again from both Colton deep in her pussy as well as the sensation of Paul's magnificent cock in her ass. Paul went over the edge and deposited his own jism deep into her bowels to mix with the cum that Colton had deposited in her ass earlier, as Colton too shot off inside his girlfriend's snatch to mix his cum with Paul's that was in there.

Slowly pulling out of her, Paul collapsed back onto the bed, and then Toni climbing off of Colton once her cunt drained his cock, the three of them lying there for a bit before Toni once again began to stroke both of their cocks, ready for another round. It had been the first time she had been with two men at once, her feeling as euphoric as she had the first time Toni had sex with Paul's gorgeous daughter--and now Toni's equally horny girlfriend--Danielle. As she stroked their dicks back to life, she wondered what Colton would think if she had turned the tables and brought Dani home for a threesome. What man wouldn't like two hot women in bed with him? And Danielle loving big cocks and being bisexual was a bonus....

Toni was about to experience another kind of bisexual encounter when Colton had Paul get on top of her, his guiding Paul's hard-on into Toni's well-fucked cunt. As Paul thrusted in and out of her horny pussy, Colton got out of bed and lubed his own cock with some oil that had been on the dresser, then got in behind Paul, gradually inching his hardness deep into Paul's ass as he watched Paul fuck his girlfriend.

Paul was shocked by the feeling of the younger man's cock buried in his chute; he had only had one other gay encounter in his lifetime and that had been when he was around the age of the man that was now fucking him in the ass. 

Colton was well-lubed, so it hadn't hurt to have Colton fuck Paul's ass now as it did with the tag partner back then. As Colton sped up his thrusts, Paul found himself strangely enjoying it, speeding up his own thrusts as he continued his own assault on Toni's cunt.

Paul found himself in ecstasy as he was between this couple; his cock deep in Toni's hot, willing pussy as Colton's long, large cock worked inside his ass. The three of them moaned in practical unison as Colton grabbed Paul's hips and fucked him harder and paul buried himself deeper inside Toni underneath him.

Toni was now very turned on from both Paul deep inside her and watching him being fucked from behind by Colton. She had never seen two men engaged in gay sex before--except in a few porn films--and the sight of these two sexy men in her life fucking sent her orgasms into overdrive

"Oh, God! I'm going to CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" she screeched.

"Cum real good, my slut," Colton panted. "Because I'm getting ready to cum in your hot fuck toy here!"

Toni was bucking and thrashing against the swollen cock deep inside her as Colton's own cock started spraying stream after stream of boiling cum deep inside Paul's ass. The sensation of Colton's seed in his ass and Toni's intense orgasm sent Paul over the edge yet again, as Toni's pussy was about to get another load of his hot cum. 

Colton had pulled out of Paul just as he was ready to cum inside Toni. Paul bucked his hips harder, pushing his cock all the way inside Toni, and let an animalistic grunt from his lips as he exploded inside her.

"All this hot cum just for a hot slut like you, baby!" Paul called as he drained his cock.

"Fuck...give me more of that cum!" Toni cried as she came with him.

Once again, they collapsed when it was over; Paul's asshole slightly sore and leaking a little cum from the fucking Colton had given him and Toni's own cunt and asshole red from pleasuring both men sexually.

The three of them took a shower together afterwards; Colton sucking Paul's cock to ejaculation while Toni washed both of them, then both men soaping her up and fucking her in both holes again. They then dried off and Paul put his clothes back on, saying he would have to get home before his wife got home and wondered where he was.

If she only knew, Toni and Colton had laughed. And if she ever did know, it wasn't because Toni nor Colton would tell her. They wanted more and as much of this handsome, sexy forty something specimen as they could get! 



Colton's Special Birthday



Colton's birthday had been coming up in a few days and Toni was at a loss for some time to get him the perfect gift. She had looked in many stores and catalogs, but nothing piqued her fancy.

At one point, she had giggled to herself, thinking jokingly she should hire a stripper for him, but dismissed the idea. She wasn't sure how he'd react to her bringing a strange woman into the house just to take off her clothes for him, when Toni could do that herself, and then some. 

Putting the birthday idea aside for awhile, she went to clean out some closets, when she came across some old men's magazines of Colton's. Opening one, she flipped through it, finding nothing interesting, but she put them aside in case he kept them for a reason.

Reaching back onto a shelf, a centerfold photo of a woman very familiar to Toni had fallen to the floor. Picking it up, she saw it was still open and saw a little bit crusty residue on it that she recognized as dried cum.

My God, Toni thought, Colton had been jerking off while looking at an old centerfold of her bi girlfriend, Danielle--Paul's daughter!

Toni wondered if Colton thought about Danielle when he and Toni had sex as Toni stared at the photo of Danielle's sexy nude body on display for the camera and she felt herself becoming horny, a familiar wetness forming between her legs.

She propped the cum-covered centerfold of Dani next to one of Colton's pictures, then, stripping off her shorts and thong, got on the bed. Toni spread her legs wide, fingering herself while staring at the photos in front of her, fantasizing Colton's nine-inch, hard cock fucking Danielle's willing pussy and Dani's lovely mouth around his throbbing cock, all the while while Toni would be watching them, the way Colton had watched Toni fuck Paul during that holiday weekend.

After getting lost in her fantasy, Toni rubbed her clit and finger fucked herself harder, imagining it was Danielle's expert tongue in and on her pussy instead, bringing herself to a crashing orgasm.

Then she got an idea.

Colton had watched her fuck Paul and joined in on the fun afterwards...so why couldn't she watch him fuck Danielle and do the same when he finished with her hot bi lover? It would make a perfect birthday present! After all, judging from the dried cum on Danielle's old centerfold, Colton had been fantasizing about fucking Dani for some time.

And Toni could make that come true.

Toni's luck was with her that week; Danielle's husband had taken the kids out of town, Dani's own 'fuck stud' on the side was on vacation, and Dani was starved for sex as a result. So when Toni called, Dani was more than willing to come over.

Danielle had barely come through the front door when both her and Toni's tongues had entwined during a deep, passionate kiss as they tore at each other's clothes once they got into the bedroom. 

Danielle lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, her stunning, tanned nakedness and shaven pussy ready for her lover. Toni dove between her thighs, licking and sucking Danielle's clit and she pushed two fingers into Dani's wet cunt and a thumb into her ass.

"Toni!" she gasped. "Oh my love, fuck me!"

Toni pushed her fingers and thumb deeper into Danielle's openings, thrusting harder as her tongue worked on the outer lips of Dani's slit before coming back and nibbling her clit. Danielle writhed and moaned above her, begging Toni to fuck her deeper and faster.

This beautiful former centerfold model at her sexual mercy, Toni pulled her fingers out of Danielle's hot box, replacing them with her tongue. She could hear Dani's breaths getting shorter as Toni probed her tongue deeper into Danielle's cunt, thrusting it in and out as her thumb continued to pump out of Dani's asshole.

"Toni, fuck me, baby! Make me cum...I need to cum!"

Toni knew exactly how to make Dani cum, and cum hard. She slipped her tongue out of Danielle's pussy, slipping four fingers inside her, as Toni's tongue made its way back to Dani's swollen clit. Toni licked and sucked around it again as her fingers fucked Dani hard and her tongue drawing out numbers from one to ten on Danielle's hot button.

"Tonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniii!" Danielle screamed as she exploded in orgasm, he body shaking as Toni's fingers were third knuckle deep inside her, fucking her the hardest Toni ever had while eating out Danielle's sweet, soaked pussy and lapping up every drop of her lover's orgasm.

Dani panted softly once she had cum, then smiled.

"I've taught you to fuck and eat pussy well," she giggled. "Maybe too well. Damn, Toni, I don't think anyone can make me cum as hard as you do."

Toni came up and rubbed Danielle's massive tits, laying a wet kiss on her. Danielle could taste her own juices on Toni's hot mouth, and she loved every second of it.

Dani then shoved Toni on her back and spread her younger lover's legs. Dani kissed and licked Toni's own large breasts, gently biting the nipples, before kissing and licking her way down to Toni's own waiting snatch. Danielle then ran her tongue up and down Toni's slit, from her clit to her asshole and back, for a few minutes, then got up and went over to her bag by the bedroom door.

"Keep your legs spread, baby," Danielle said, reaching into the bag. "I have something for you." She pulled out her vibrator. "Remember the first time we got together and you fucked me with this?"

Toni nodded, feeling herself getting wetter with anticipation.

"I never returned the favor. I want to make you feel so good."

Danielle went back between Toni's creamy thighs again, eating her out for a few minutes before turning on the vibrator and pushing it deep into Toni's cunt as far as it would go in. Dani moved it in and out of Toni slowly at first, teasing her lover, then gradually sped up the thrusts as Toni bucked her hips, sighing and moaning above Danielle. Dani then dove her face back onto Toni's pussy, nibbling her clit and licking the outside of her cunt up and down as she fucked Toni with the vibrator.

"Dani!" Toni finally called out. "I'm going to cum!"

Danielle took her mouth off Toni's pussy and fingered her clit, still thrusting in and out of her with the vibrator. "Cum for me, my love. I want you to cum for your Dani and show me how much you love me fucking you."

"Yessssssss..." Toni hissed as she exploded. "Fuck me, Danielle!"

"My Toni, my love...you are cumming so hard!"

In the midst of Toni's orgasm, Dani pulled out the vibrator, replacing her tongue in Toni's saturated pussy, taking in her lover's cum. Toni whimpered softly as she came down from her climax as Danielle licked the last drop of her lover's orgasm.

She rubbed Toni's hairless mound afterwards. "I don't even have to ask if you enjoyed that, baby."

They lay together on the bed for awhile and Toni had told her about her discovery of finding one of Dani's old centerfolds with Colton's dried cum all over it.

"Mmmmm," Dani said, massaging on of Toni's globes. "You didn't tell me you were still with your hot boyfriend."

"Well, I didn't know he'd been jerking off to you for awhile," Toni joked.

Danielle giggled. "Seems like a lot of guys jerked off to those. I think they'd kill to be you or my husband, or even my fuck stud, right now."

Toni gave a sexy grin. "Well I know Colton would. How would you like to be his birthday present?"

Danielle looked at her. "Are you asking me..."

Toni nodded. "He's obviously fantasized about it, today's his birthday, you're here and naked already, so why not?"

"Wait...you want me to fuck your boyfriend?"

"While I watch. He's got a nine-inch cock and knows how to use it," Toni encouraged. 

"And you're really okay with this? I mean, I did this one other time...the girl wanted me to do her and her husband, and when I did, I guess he spent a little too much time on me, because she became a real bitch after that and told everyone at her job what a slut I was and for them to watch their husbands and boyfriends around me. Thank God I hadn't met my husband yet at the time."

Toni rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, baby. But I won't get bitchy. You can fuck Colton all you like. As long as I can watch and then join in."

"Mmmmmm...some nice hot pussy and a hard cock in one day? I think I will give it another try. After all, I'm not seventeen anymore."

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Colton had just come home and went looking for Toni. He had been gone a week and figured she would be horny as hell and needed a good fuck. Outside of the hot-looking escort he had hired the first night on his trip (and fucked her for over three hours), he hadn't seen any action the entire time he had been gone either. He couldn't wait to get her into bed. But first, he had to find her.

"Toni?" he asked, taking off his shirt as he headed toward the bedroom. The door was ajar and he could see her in there, already naked, but not alone, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman!

He pushed the door open, startling them, then became shocked himself to see his centerfold fantasy in bed with his girlfriend!

"Still being a little whore, only now I see you're fucking a woman!" he mock scolded Toni, and she saw him growing hard in his jeans almost instantly. Danielle too eyed up his rising crotch in appreciation.

Toni got behind Dani, rubbing her female lover's body, making sure it was on full display for him. "Happy birthday, baby. You like her?"

"My God, yes," he panted, taking in Danielle's beautiful body. He didn't know which woman he wanted to fuck first.

Toni's hands roamed over Danielle's tits, never taking her eyes off Colton as she fondled Dani's body. Danielle too stared at him, licking her lips, obviously wanting him as much as he did her.

"You want to fuck her, don't you? Wouldn't you like to put that nice big hard cock in Danielle's sweet little pussy and fuck her?"

Colton's hard-on was raging, dying to be free of his pants, which he stripped off immediately. 

"Oh, baby...ladies...don't tease me like that," he groaned.

Toni's voice changed a moment. "Well, you can't fuck her..."

Colton looked as his girlfriend, shocked and a little pissed she teased him that way.

"...until Danielle sucks your cock," Toni finished.

It was all he could do not to cum right there and then. Damn! How many women give their guys a chance to get a blow job from and fuck a former centerfold model--and for their birthday at that?!

Danielle got up off the bed away from Toni, pushing Colton down into a chair, her blue eyes transfixed on him as she kneeled down and took his cock. Her mouth was hot, and he felt a small electric charge as soon as Colton felt the warmth of her mouth around his massive dick. 

She started by taking him all the way into her mouth, until he could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat. She held Colton there for a second, and then slowly pulled back, lightly sucking all of the time, until Danielle had her lips around Colton's cock head.

Then, she used her hand, stroking his shaft while sucking on just the head. Slowly at first, but after a few strokes, she began to increase the speed of the strokes and the intensity of the sucking. Faster and faster, harder and harder she sucked, until Colton felt his cum starting to build. He let out a groan, and she responded by sucking even harder.

Back on the bed, Toni kept her eyes on the action in front of her; rubbing her clit as she watched Danielle orally service him.

Finally, with Danielle's obvious expertise in cock sucking, Colton couldn't take it anymore, and groaned again as he felt the cum rushing through his cock. Danielle's mouth sudenly became full of come, and she moved her head away while still stroking him, pulling his dick down toward those fabulous melons of hers.

Another spurt of cum rushed forward and flew straight onto her tits, followed by another and another. Toni was fingering herself wildly now, ready to cum herself, and Danielle was grinning from ear to ear, with cum still on her lips and tits. Colton was elated as she slowly stroked every drop of cum from him. She then let go of his limp prick, stood up, and walked back to the bed, where Toni had just finished her own orgasm and licked Colton's cum from Dani's tits.

"You were right, Toni," she moaned, looking back at Colton. "He does have a nice big cock and it felt so good in my mouth. I bet it will feel just as good in my pussy. Think you can get him hard for me so I can show him my special way of fucking?"

Toni happily obliged, beckoning him over to the bed, giving him her own oral performance until he was rock hard again. The women then made room for him on the bed, with Danielle eyeing his cock hungrily. 

As she came toward him, Colton put his hands around Danielle's firm ass and started to probe her bald slit with his lips and tongue. 

She pushed his face away. "No," she said firmly. "I'm ready to go. I want to fuck you now." 

Colton looked up at her, surprised at her not wanting to be eaten. She looked down at him and smiled again. "Just lie back, stud. I want to show that nice big cock a real good time!"

He lay back on the bed, his dick stood at attention. She looked at it hungrily, while Toni gave Danielle's pussy a few rubs with her fingers. Then, Danielle mounted him, a leg on each side, and Toni slowly guided his fuck tool inside Danielle's cunt. 

"Aaaahhh," she said, "Colt...you cock feels so good inside me!"

Her pussy was warm and very wet, revealing that she was also very turned on. It held his dick firmly as she began to move up and down. Her tits were bouncing with each movement, and her eyes were closed in an expression of ecstasy. She pushed herself up, and then slammed down on his shaft, faster and faster and faster. 

"Oh Colton...fuck me!" Danielle panted as she rode him harder. "I need all that cock!"

The sight of Danielle bouncing and the feel of her hot, wet pussy on him was almost unbearable, not to mention the sight of Toni's tongue alternating between Danielle's firm ass cheeks and his balls as she finger fucked Danielle's ass and Dani rode his cock with a vengeance got him closer and closer to exploding. Colton wanted to hold out longer and feel more of the inside of Dani's cunt, but couldn't.

"I'm going to cum!" he cried.

"Fill her pussy, baby," Toni told him. "Shoot it in Dani's cunt for your little slut!"

Danielle also looked down at him, and, still smiling, said, "Cum for me then. Cum for me, Colton. I need your cum inside me. Cum for Danielle. Cum in me now, baby!"

That was all he needed. With a groan, he felt the rush of hot, thick cum shoot through his dick and into her pussy. Danielle must have felt it too, because she began to shake uncontrollably. Half a second later, he felt another surge, and then another, until Colton had flooded her with his semen. 

"Yes, Colton!" she cried. "Fucking cum in me!"

The look on her face was unforgettable as they came together. When their orgasm had passed, she collapsed onto his chest, her breathing still heavy, but returning to normal.

When it had, she turned her face up to his and kissed him deeply. 

"Thank you, Colton," she said, climbing off him. "God, I needed fucked so bad today."

He was already trying to jerk his cock back to life. "Glad to be of help, baby."

Toni then leaned over and kissed him deeply. "That was only part of your present, lover."

She then pushed Danielle back on the bed, spreading the legs of her female lover. Kissing Dani so Colton could see their tongues entwine, Toni then made her way down to Dani's crotch by licking, kissing and sucking on every part of Dani's tanned body. Once Toni got between her thighs, Colton realized his girlfriend was eating his cum out of Danielle's pussy!

Danielle was writhing in pleasure as Toni ate her cunt. "Yes...Toni, my love, suck his cum from me, baby! Eat that pussy...oh, baby, that is so fucking good!"

Colton couldn't stand it any longer as he watched Toni's face between Danielle's legs. He got up and positioned himself behind Toni, slipping his cock inside her.

"Mmmmm...Colton," Danielle cooed. "That's it, baby, fuck your lover while she eats me!"

Toni's moans of pleasure muffled from her head being between Danielle's thighs, Colton fucked her deeper, never taking his eyes off Danielle and watching her reaction to his cock sliding in and out if Toni.

"You like this, baby?" he asked, pumping in and out of Toni harder. "You like watching me fuck my girlfriend while you get that hot pussy eaten by her? You're a couple of hot sluts, you know that?"

Toni, enjoying Colton's cock deep inside her, licked Danielle even harder, then shoved her tongue into Dani's box, tongue fucking her in time to Colton's dick slamming in and out of Toni's own wet cunt.

Danielle clamped her thighs around Toni's head as she began to cum, never missing watching Toni being fucked by Colton. 

"Come on, baby," she encouraged him. "Give Toni a good fuck...fuck her harder...come on, baby, make our girlfriend cum with me!"

Suddenly, he had reached his point, watching both Danielle cum from Toni's magic between her legs and Toni's own body quivering in climax from his doggy fucking her.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR HOT LITTLE CUNT, YOU COCK-LOVING, PUSSY EATING SLUT!" he screamed, slapping Toni's ass. 

Within seconds, as Danielle cried out her own climax, Toni felt a hot liquid being spilled deep into her as Colton shot streams of his cum into Toni's well-fucked pussy as he thrust his cock the hardest he could as he came, until the last shot went inside her cunt and her body stopped shaking from her own orgasm.

As he pulled his cock out of Toni and collapsed on the bed, Danielle released the clamping of her thighs from Toni's head.

"Oh God," he panted. "You girls are insatiable."

Toni was stroking his cock again with both hands as Dani caressed his balls. "And we're not even finished yet," Toni grinned. "You're both the birthday boy and our slave to use for sex. Danielle's a horny girl, and she really needs it." 

She then leaned over and kissed Dani as Danielle continued working on his balls. "Your turn again, baby," Toni cooed. "Let's make sure he has a real happy birthday today."

As Toni moved out of the way, Danielle took Colton's semi-erect member into her mouth, deep throating him to full hardness. As she once again straddled his cock, Toni did the same to his face. He was not only about to be fucked by the hot and sex-starved Danielle, but also going to be getting off Toni orally at the same time. He was in total pussy heaven!

Colton snaked his tongue in and around Toni's slit, giving her practically the same eating out he had seen her do to Danielle not long before. The sound of Toni's multiple orgasms as Colton ate her soaked pussy made Dani ride his cock even harder until she also began to cum over and over onto his cock and balls.

"Oh Colton..." Dani moaned as he bucked his hips to thrust deeper into her pussy. "Baby, fuck me! I love how your big cock makes me cum!"

Between all of this, Danielle and Toni shared some French kissing and rubbed each other's tits, as Danielle fingered Toni's clit while Colton was working to give both of these horny women sexual satisfaction of his own.

Toni then broke their kiss. "Ohhh my GOD, he eats my cunt so good! How does that nice big cock feel inside you?" she asked. "Is he satisfying that hungry pussy of yours, baby?"

"Toni, oh God...it just fills my cunt and he can fuck me so deep!" Dani answered as she rode him harder.

Toni felt a climax approaching, then ground her hips more into his face. 

"Yeah...don't stop baby...eat that pussy...lick me...OHHHHH I'M GONNA CUM!!!"

Danielle reached over and grabbed Toni by the hips, pushing her down more on his face. "Cum, my love. Cum for us. Show us how good Colton eats that pussy."




Colton's Special Birthday



Toni squeezed the side of his face with her legs as she came, and came hard. Danielle rubbed Toni's love button to prolong her orgasm, not missing a thrust as she rode his cock.

The three of them then went on for several more minutes after Toni came down from her climax, reaching over to rub Danielle's own clit as she saw her hot girlfriend also cumming.

"OH GOD!" Danielle yelled out in orgasm. "Dammit, Colton, FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!"

As Dani came, Colton bucked his hips up faster, fucked her hard for a few minutes before feeling his cum rise up into his cock.

"OH BABY, YES! YES! I'M CUMMING!!!" he yelled as he shot off deep into Danielle's cunt with what seemed to be endless shots of his boiling seed.

After Danielle's pussy had milked the last drop of cum from him, she climbed off and kissed him, tasting Toni's own cunt juices on his face.

"Jesus...I never had such two hot women at once," he gasped.

Danielle needed a break; she had gone to the bathroom to relieve herself and clean the excess cum that had streamed from her pussy off her legs before coming back to bed. Toni was getting Colton ready for the next round of sexual games.

"You just never had two women that love to fuck," Toni smiled at him. She paused for a moment, then stroked his cock again, her touch making him immediately hard. "Now me and Dani are going to change places. I know you've been dying to eat her pussy, now here's your chance."

It was all he could do not to cum right then and there. 

Danielle straddled his face this time as she guided his cock into Toni's pussy, transfixed as his hard manhood slid in and out of it as Toni rode him. She and Danielle kissed again, finding each other's clits and rubbing them. Toni then reached around and put her index finger, soaked from Danielle's hot pussy, into Danielle's ass as she continued to fuck Colton underneath them. 

"Toni..." she breathed. "That's it baby...fuck my ass with that finger while your man eats my pussy...ride his cock real good...I want to see it slide in and out of that hot cunt...fuck us!"

Within seconds, Danielle had cum, crying out in ecstasy as she clamped down on Colton's face, practically suffocating him as he eagerly lapped up her orgasm. When her body stopped shuddering, she climbed off him, lying back to watch Toni continue her ride on his fuck pole.

"Ohhhh yeah...give me that cunt!" he grunted as he raised his hips and fucked her. "Ohhhhh, you are a hot slut!"

"Fuck meee...faster! Harder!" Toni screeched. "Give me all that big dick! Fuck me with that big cock, Colton!"

He continued to bang her as Danielle got behind both of them, toying with his balls with her hands while she licked his Toni's ass cheeks. The sensation of Dani's hands on his sack, as well as his cock sliding in and out of Toni's horny snatch sent him over the edge.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum again!" he called.

He then pushed Toni off of him and lay her and Dani on their backs, then shooting giant puddles of his creamy hot cum on both their bodies, thighs, pussies, stomachs and their tits. He then plowed back inside of Toni to empty the last of his cum inside her before collapsing beside them on the bed, watching them lick his cum off each other.

Finally exhausted after an afternoon, into the early evening, of pure, hot sex, they all got into the shower together, where the final assault on Colton took place, this time, his own doing.

"Suck me," he ordered. "Both of you suck on my cock...come on, make me cum, you whores!"

Toni then began licking and sucking his balls as Danielle swallowed his cock in one gulp, sucking eagerly.

"Yeah, ladies, that's it. Work that dick...you cock sucking whores! What a couple of cum sluts!"

As Colton fucked Dani's mouth, Toni licked his shaft while working on his sack with her hands. Dani then took his cock out of her mouth and guided it into Toni's, when Toni began to deep throat him and Danielle took over working on his balls with her mouth and tongue, sliding a finger into his ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh..." he groaned. "Bitches love that cock...you cock-loving whores! Come on, suck me off...make me cum!"

Toni and Danielle alternated between sucking his cock and working his balls until they felt Colton's body stiffen, his massive dick ready to explode. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh...yeah...gonna cum...both of you drink my cum! Which one of you cocksucker sluts is going to take that cum first?"

Danielle came forward, downing his entire massive dick once again.

He shot first down Danielle's throat before she shoved his dick into Toni's mouth to take the rest of his seed, both of them not missing a drop as they swallowed the load he had shot in each of their mouths.

They then got up, where he gently washed and dried each girl off, then led them back to bed where they spent the night together.

The next morning, Toni woke to find Colton giving Danielle the hardest fucking from behind. Once he was ready to cum, he pulled out, once again having both of them swallow his load.

Danielle then sat up, lifted herself off of the bed, and walked over to her clothes. 

"Thanks for last night," she smiled as she put on her lacy black strapless bra and g-string, followed by her black shorts and halter. Even with clothes on, she looked totally fuckable, he and Toni thought.

"No, thank YOU, baby," Colton grinned. "Thank you and our girl here for giving me the hottest birthday I ever had. You should come over again sometime."

"And cum WITH us again and again and again," Toni grinned wickedly.

Now there was an offer Dani couldn't refuse. She couldn't wait until her husband was out of town the next time and she'd have her kids over at hers...