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Deli

By: PeggyBuxton



Joan wears a white sleeveless tee shirt and faded jeans, her blue hair cropped short and her chest flat. From a distance, she gives the first impression of being a guy. The right arm is gone, less than a third of the upper arm remains. She walks with a swagger, nothing bothering her.

"Hey, babe," Roger calls, seeing her walking across the parking lot to her car.

She kicks at the gravel with her cowboy boots, spits, and turns towards him. "Hey, yourself."

"Somethin' up?"

"Nah. Just got canned. Fuck 'em. Don't need this shit."

"'Cause of the arm?"

"Hell, yeah-h. I should sue the bastards...over ADA and such."

"They only want you to cover 'it' up. Wear a tee shirt with sleeves, why don't you?"

"Fuckers don't have to cover their ugly ass arms. Why should I have to cover this?" She glances down at the missing arm moving slightly. Besides, Frank has some prison tats and he don't get no shit 'bout that."

"Let me buy you a beer. It'll be good."

"Yeah, not like I can find a job now...tomorrow."

They walk through the night along the deserted sidewalk holding hands. The banter is idle in the cool air of a sexually charged moment. They have known each other the week she worked at the combination deli and coffee shop. Even with the missing arm, he found a curious urge to be with her.

"We could go to my place," she suddenly says, not breaking a stride for a few more steps. She stops and steps in front of him. "Would you want me?" She stands there, her hand now on against her waist.

"Your missing arm doesn't bother me."

"Got no boobs."

"Maybe I like you that way."

"Ha!" she roars. "Guys like 'em at least big enough to hold."

"Yeah, but guys like chicks with two arms...so."

She takes his hand and pulls him towards the hole in the wall bar. "Maybe another time." They walk a moment in silence. "I just need some fuckin'." She scuffs the toe of a boot in the sidewalk then walks away. "Catch ya later, alligator," she offers over her shoulder, and then laughs. Roger watches her walk away.

"Home!" she calls out, clicking the latch on the front door of the first floor flat.

"Here," Susan calls from the small kitchen while taking a beer from a refrigerator that has seen better days. "Want one?" She automatically reaches for another, pops the top, and hands it to her.

"God, what a fucked day." Joan groans, taking the bottle. She sucks down a large chug, watching her roommate move about on one crutch. "Love those cutoffs, makes me horny."

She slaps the end of the short stump of the right thigh with her only hand. "Any stump makes you horny."

Joan finishes the rest of the beer in another swig. "Yeah, guess so. I got fired. Going to bed."

-

A few days later the phone rings. Joan listens to the man explain he is Paul Wick, the owner of the chain of delis. "He was out of line," Paul explains about the manager. "Let's talk. I hear you're a good employee."

"Yeah," she snarls, rubbing her fingers against her chest with the phone tucked against her ear.

"You have every reason to be angry."

"I think so. Asshole had no right."

"I agree. If we can only meet, I believe I can make it up to you."

"What about dickhead?"

Paul laughs. "You weren't the first to have problems with 'dickhead'."

She laughs at his use of the word. Not knowing him, it seemed out of character. "You sound cool. Yeah, lets met. I'll even wear my dress up faded jeans instead of my everyday faded jeans." She chuckles.

"Now would be fine. Maybe we can have lunch afterwards."

"Great. I'll bring an empty stomach too."

The secretary seems appropriately discussed with Joan's appearance, the same kind of sleeveless tee shirt she prefers to wear with the stump out in full view. Joan combs her fingers though the blue hair and sits down with her legs crossed in an unladylike manner - one ankle over the other knee.

"He's ready," the secretary, says five minutes later holding the office door open.

"I'm Pa ... Paul," Paul stammers with his hand out taking his first look at Joan.

"Not what you expected?" She laughs. "I'm Joan."

"Sorry. Have a seat." He waves a hand towards the chair on the other side of his large wooden desk.

She plops in the chair, slouched, legs crossed as before. "It's alright. I always like that initial reaction. Don't know why." She chuckles. "You should see it when someone first meets my roommate. Susan is missing an arm 'and' a leg." She chuckles again. 

"Really?" Paul leans back, both hands clasped behind his head. "You're bold. I like that."

"Pisses off most folk."

"And you like that?"

"I've got the angry act down pat."

"Why? You're pretty. I bet smart as well. Is it the missing arm?"

"That, nah. That I don't mind. My dad beat my mother. Guess I'm angry 'cause she wasn't."

"They still together?"

"Nope. She's dead and he's in prison."

"Oh-h." He sits back up, hands on the desk. "Listen, I want you working for me again."

Joan holds her only hand up. "Not working for him."

"I understand completely. Dickhead no longer works for me." He laughs. "If that location isn't good, let me know and we'll find you a place."

"When do I start?"

"Whenever you want and I'll see you get a little more an hour." He watches her nod a few times, then smile in a different way than before - happy. "Say, does your roommate need a job?"

"She doesn't stand for long."

"Well, if she would like a change, maybe I can find her something." He pushes a business card across the table. "Have her call me."

"Sure."

"Did you bring that empty stomach? We could find a place to eat...and not one of the delis. He chuckles.

-

Susan had eagerly called after Joan told her about the conversation with Paul and getting her job back. Now the secretary watches her stroll casually on a single crutch towards her as though she had walked that way all her life.

"Susan Thomas to see Paul Wick."

The woman stares a moment then makes a phone call. When she hangs up, she says, "He's ready." Then points towards the office door with an expression that seems to say 'let's see you open that by yourself'. Just as the door begins to close behind Susan, she hears the woman say, "I'll be damn."

Paul seems overwhelmed as he takes in Susan's features - tall with nice curves, lovely brown curls, perfectly tanned skin that makes her look like she'd stepped off the pages of a travel magazine, and dressed in an business appropriate knee length dress.

"Yes, Paul, I get that a lot." She snickers. "I'm glad you approve." She sits and gently lays the crutch beside the chair then smoothes the dress along the thigh.

"You wouldn't like to get married, would you?" His smile his big and Susan imagines other parts are firm from the expression.

She fakes a glance at her watch. "Let's see, I have to balance the national budget this afternoon, maybe tomorrow." She smiles then combs her long brown hair with her fingers as she tosses it with a flip of the head.

"Great, maybe about noon." He laughs. "God, I think I'm in love."

"Just in case you missed it, I'm not all here." She waves her arm slightly to emphasize the stump.

He shrugs. "So?"

"Oh-h."

"Yeah, oh-h. You have the job to do...whatever...you just let me know. Let's go to lunch."

"Wow, that was the best interview I've ever had." She stands as he comes around the desk. As she slips the crutch under the arm, he stops close. "Maybe you'd rather have me at the front desk than her." She smiles and touches his arm lightly.

-

"My usual table," Paul says to the host at the restaurant. It is a nicer place than where he took Joan, one with dark paneled walls and high ceilings with ornate moldings everywhere. They follow the host and Susan watches the floor to keep from tripping on people's feet.

"Perhaps a drink?" Paul asks.

She glances up at the host. "Whiskey, neat. Jack Daniels."

"Same."

The host walks away and Paul studies her, his eyes roaming everywhere.

"Should see me naked," she teases then snickers.

"I'd have to adjust my pacemaker." He laughs.

She takes his hand. "You're sweet. I hope Mrs. Wick won't mind."

"If there was one, I'd hire a hit-man this afternoon."

"Hmmm."

"No, there's no longer a Mrs. Wick and no children either."

Susan stands and takes a deft hop then settles in the chair closer to Paul. "There, you'll have a better view." She smoothes her dress along the thigh then pulls it up slightly. Briefly, her hand rests on the end of the very short stump of her thigh as she again looks at him.

"My, my, you are beautiful."

"Have women with missing limbs always effect you this way?"

"What way?"

"Oh, I don't know." She chuckles. "I have a feeling you are lusting just a little." She takes his hand.

"Guess I'm not doing a very good job of hiding my feelings."

She plays with his finger almost as if she is stroking his erection, and nibbles at her lower lip. "Nope...thank god."

"Ah."

She continues the play leaving little doubt about the simulation and letting her chest swell slightly so her nipples poke into the dress.

"Ah, pacemaker repair, come quickly." He laughs and playfully holds his chest.

"I don't think I've had such a nice reaction before." She lets her tongue wander across her lips.

The food arrives and he orders another round of drinks. After the waiter leaves, he gives her a long look as she knowingly nods that she is his if he wants her. He cuts the steak and notices she is just holding the knife. "Let me," he offers and pulls her plate closer. "One of the problems I take it," he whispers, cutting and eyeing her.

"Uh-huh. I don't have many, but that is probably at the top of the list."

"It's okay," he mutters, still slicing the meat. He pushes the plate back to her. "Just let me know. I'll help."

"Thank you."

"Joan mentioned you're roommates."

She sighs. "Yes." She drops the shoe off and rubs her barefoot along his leg while chewing a bite. "She can be a little wild."

He shrugs, and swallows. "Pretty, not like you, but...."

"She moved in with us when she was young. We grew up together, almost like sisters."

"She mentioned her parents."

"Tragic...colored her a lot."

There is tortured silence and for a moment, they simply stare at each other.

"Curious you both are missing arms."

"Uh-huh." Again, Susan is silent as if he crossed some line.

"Painful memories. Sorry," he says.

"We just don't know each other well enough."

"I understand." He takes her hand. "I understand."

She keeps his hand and rubs his leg with the barefoot again. There is a heavy sigh. "Guess it'd come out...eventually."

"No, you don't have...."

"Paul, you are a handsome man. I never expected to be sharing these feelings so quickly with anyone, but you...." She takes a deep breath. "I think you might understand in ways others don't."

"Please."

She looks around as if about to tell state secrets then takes a sip of the new drink. "She has her own story...issues."

"Understood...."

She holds the hand up stopping him, and then takes another sip. "This is so awkward." She sighs. "Before Joan...a woman would baby sit me. She was missing an arm.... Oh fuck, I can't do this."

"I think I understand. Really, I do." 

He pats her knee, knowing how the story ends. It is similar to his story. He pushes the plate away and wipes his mouth with the cloth napkin. The rest of the drink washes over his tongue as he finishes it.

"You?" she asks, nodding with a smile.

"Yes."

"Done anything?"

"About it?" He sits silent for a while. "My ex-wife never understood that part of me. She didn't like to even talk about it, but as long as it was just talk it was okay. She sometimes pretended for me, bind her leg up and walk about the house. I thought it would hold my demons at bay. I guess she did as well."

"Nothing does."

"You've got that right." He groans.

She finishes eating and he moves her plate while she wipes her mouth. "So?"

"I couldn't stand myself. Told her I had to do something. I'd found a doctor overseas doing these." He waves a hand towards her arm stump. "She left. I went. I had the money, even after she took me to the cleaners. I waited. I didn't want my need to cloud the divorce anymore than it did...and have her lawyer claim I was crazy. He probably would have. Her only good thing was a promise to keep it our secret."

"You walk well. I didn't notice."

"Money can buy a fine prosthetic leg." He laughs. "I only wear it to work."

She pulls her dress against her leg stump. "There's not much." She rubs a moment then fluffs the dress.

"That's what I wanted. I was afraid. Why both?"

"Why one?" She laughs.

"Good point." He takes her hand. "Can I see you again?"

"I hope." She laughs. "Tonight?"

-

Susan gasps for air, only a labored wheeze seems to escape her lips. Paul isn't much better. They both lie on their back hoping for more of each other, but needing to relax a little more. No opening on either missed in multiple ways.

"Fuckin' good," she finally offers, and then snickers. "You are very good with that tongue."

"You're a keeper too." He laughs. "I mean that."

"I want to be with you...."

"Why not? Move in and let's do this all the time."

"It was good just now, no doubt. But what else would keep us together?"

He sighs deeply then pulls her against him, his mouth against hers. Her hand clutches his stump, massaging the end against her palm.

"Anyone ever do that for you?" she asks.

"It's only been a year since.... Yeah, there was one woman. Kim wrote me, told me she was a devotee, and loved me with one leg. Wanted to meet, so we IM'd for a while. She came, literally." He laughs. "It was clear we were not a match."

"I'm not sorry."

"Spend the rest of the night, please."

"I need to get back...Joan."

"Sure. Tomorrow?"

She begins dressing and stands to work the dress past her waist. There is a long look at him, taking in his wonderful nakedness. "If you'd like."

"I may have to let the alligators out into the moat and raise the drawbridge so you can't leave the castle."

"Hmmm. There were a few moves that we need to practice again." She laughs. "About seven tomorrow night?"

-

"Joan?" Susan calls, locking the front door. She drops her purse on the coffee table and walks to the bedroom to change. She peeks in Joan's bedroom and she is not there, the light is off, and the bed still made.

The warm shower feels good, as she turns slowly on the single foot, letting all the sex crud wash away. She stands still until the water begins to run cool the sits on the edge of the tub to dry.

"Did you use all the hot water?" Joan asks, leaning against the open door wearing only her sleeveless shirt.

"Sorry, I did."

Joan waves her hand. "It'll come back." She digs the toes of one foot against the floor and drags the hand over a breast in a non-suggestive manner. "How was Paul?"

"We had a good talk."

Joan glances at the clock on the counter. "Eight hours. It must have been 'real' good."

"Uh-huh. I want to know more about him, seems we have some things in common."

"Yeah, I noticed him staring at my arm."

"Listen, Joan, I.... I, ah, want to see him again tomorrow night. I think I might stay the night."

"Good for you." She groans then turns to leave.

Susan grabs her crutch and hurries to catch up. "Wait. Are you pissed?"

"Nah. I'm happy for you. Maybe I'll hook up with Roger. I think he wants me."

Susan touches her arm then curls fingers around it. "Look, sis. I'm not moving away."

She gives her a lingering kiss, her tongue worms between her lips. "I know. I'm happy for you." Joan turns and walks away.

"Don't be angry," Susan calls.

-

There is no foreplay, no sexual banter. Instead, Paul hurries Susan to the bedroom where they undress eagerly. His prosthetic leg lying on the floor, he takes her tightly in his arms. His erection begs against her opening, but neither is ready for that yet. Their mouths move about against each other and tongues dance together.

He holds a breast, rolling it about under his palm, feeling the nipple poke its firmness against it.

"Oh-h, Paul," she coos, and then takes the mouth again. 

He feels her squirm against his body. He wants her too. His mouth lets go and he nibbles downward, twisting so their faces are between thighs. Her fragrance begs his lips to savor the parting opening.

-

Returning from the bathroom, she notices a wheelchair in the closet with the door slightly ajar. She opens the door more and stares into the darkness.

"It's a powered wheelchair," he tells her, as he finishes hopping to her. Now he stands behind her, his hand rubbing her buttock and short stump lovingly.

"Why?" She begs.

"No way to hide this. I guess."

"No, Paul. I want to know all about you. Please, tell me."

"Remember I told you I wear my leg to work." He sighs deeply. "I'm so ashamed of my feelings, my needs. You're the only one that understands."

"Do you want the other leg off too?"

"In my dream world, I'd have two stumps, very, very short ones. I sometimes use the chair and imagine I'm that way."

"Can I use it?"

"Sure. You'd be cute that way." He snickers as he sits in the chair and flicks to power button on. He drives about the room a few times then parks beside Susan, giving her direction on how to work it.

The controller is on the same side as her hand and she readily adapts to driving the chair around. "I wish I had this." She laughs and continues to drive about the room then down the hallway before returning.

"I might have to buy another, looks like."

"Why? Because I'll never give it back." She laughs. "If I had this, I wouldn't need my other leg, would I?"

"I swear; you are trying to make my heart fail." He mocks holding his chest as if he is having a heart attack.

"Poor baby," she teases. "From the looks of that, I might believe the thought of me without legs excites you." She laughs, looking at the raging erection.

-

Joan slams down the shot of whiskey. The glass sits hard on the worn wood of the bar where mostly men drink to get drunk. "Another," she tells the bartender wiping the glass he just finished washing.

"Where's your buddy?"

"Roger's not my buddy. We work together. That's about it."

She takes a long look at the slim bald man filling the glass. He has an earring in one ear and a tattoo of a peg leg peaking from the shirtsleeve. He pushes the glass towards her and leans on one elbow, the towel draped over his shoulder.

"Nice tat," she coos before sampling the drink.

"Yeah. Did you ever know anyone that wore a peg?"

"Nope." She stares at his face imagining what that would look like. "You?"

"My old man had a friend that did when I was a kid."

"Bet that made you think of pirates." She chuckles then sips.

"Man, I never forgot the way that sounded...the tap, tap, against hardwood."

"Hell, if you had one leg." She sips. "You could get a peg."

"I do and I did."

"Whoa, really?"

"You should get a hook and we could be a team." 

He laughs then wanders off to satisfy a few customers need for drink. His feet hidden below the backside of the bar, she can't see them or tell if he has a limp.

"Arrg matey, need more grog?" he teases, sounding like a pirate.

"How much of the leg?"

"'Bout half the thigh...enough to wear a prosthetic leg."

"Ever just use crutches?"

"Yeah...often." He fills her glass then smiles. "On the house."

"My name is Joan."

"Pete. Nice to meet you."

"You bet. I've noticed you, but I didn't know about the leg."

"Would that have made a difference?"

"Sure-e." She chuckles then chugs half the drink. "More grog, captain."

"That's a nice stump you have."

"It's a long story, sometime I might tell it to you...if we're alone." She nibbles her lower lips. "And naked."


Deli Tale: Gary & Nancy



Gary and Nancy had just moved to Texas from Colorado. He realized the culmination of a life-long dream, and opened a modest but upscale Gourmet Shop & Deli, while she got a pretty decent job at the University. The new business took off immediately, and her job went well, but they were suffering a bit of "culture shock" over the move to Texas, and didn't know many people. Attractive and apparently outgoing, friendly people, they didn't live far from our house, and we'd seen them around town a couple of times, looking a bit lost, so...

After a bit of discussion, we went into the Deli one Saturday afternoon to "try it out" and to introduce ourselves.

Gary was alone in the Deli (it was a beautiful afternoon and the early lunch rush was long gone), and after introducing ourselves, we sat down in a booth near the back, right across from the doorway into the kitchen, so we could keep up a running conversation with Gary as he tidied up in preparation for closing (he only served breakfast and lunch - no dinner). He was a very open and friendly person, and after just a few moments of talking, we felt as if we'd know him for years! It soon became apparent that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off my wife's legs- or more accurately, her crotch! You see, that day Debbie had put on her favorite pair of VERY short wide-leg shorts, and she NEVER wears anything under them. Gary had obviously figured this out, because she had turned slightly sideways in her side of the booth (facing him)and as she felt more comfortable with him as a person (one she might like to get to know MUCH better!) She began opening and closing, crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving him fleeting glimpses of her closely trimmed bush (just a little "Hitler" above a smoothly shaved pair of pouty labia)! She was grinning mischievously at him, subtly letting him know that she knew he was getting more than a little frustrated, when Nancy walked into the Deli to see how Gary was doing with his "closing chores".

Nancy snapped to what was going on almost immediately, and far from being jealous, she began grinning back at Debbie and smothering chuckles at Gary's subtle attempts to inconspicuously re-arrange the front of his pants as he got harder and harder. We all talked together for almost two hours, liking each other more and more as we talked, finding that we shared the same values and concerns about the world in general and about drugs and sexually transmitted diseases in particular, flirting with sexually suggestive double-meanings, and grinning at each other like naughty children over the game of "hide and seek" that was going on between my wife and Nancy's husband! When the conversation took a particularly suggestive turn, Nancy paused for a moment, glanced at her husband and then the two of us somewhat speculatively, and seemed to reach some sort of decision. Grinning naughtily, she moved away from Gary's side, where she had been barely hiding her amusement at his growing arousal over my wife's "show", and excused herself to go to the ladies room for a moment. 

In just a few moments, Nancy came back to the booth and smiled suggestively at Debbie before turning to me as she sweetly asked "Mind if I join you?". I slid farther into my side of the booth to make room for her, and it immediately became apparent that she had a purpose for her trip to the ladies room. As she slid into the booth next to me, she arranged for one side of the sundress she was wearing to slide up to her waist, revealing that she was now pantyless as well! Turning towards me to make some casual remark, she deftly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, allowing me to see every lovely inch of her completely tanned, hard-nippled breasts! My wife took all this in, and her smile grew even broader as she uncrossed her legs, slowly parted her thighs and eased the crotch of her shorts to one side - finally giving Gary the view he'd been after ever since she sat down, almost three hours earlier!

Nancy made a big show out of knocking a fork off the table, giving her an opportunity to lean down and look under the table at this display. She straightened up and grinned first at Gary, then nodded her approval to Debbie. Turning to give me a smoldering look, she slowly took my hand and slid it into the top of her dress, first encouraging me to cup and fondle her firm tits, then showing me how to lightly pinch and stroke her rosey nipples until she caught her breath and tossed back her head in an abandoned motion of sexual arousal. 

Gary, seeing this move, decided that he had been teased long enough! Looking directly into her eyes to make sure that he hadn't misread her signals, he slid into the booth next to my wife and slowly moved his hand onto her leg, stroking lightly upward from her knee towards her sex. Debbie responded by pulling the leg of her shorts even further over to one side and scooting forward on the seat, giving him free access to her now-dripping cunt. She moaned her delight as he cupped her mound with his palm, sliding first one, then two stiff fingers into her hot, wet slit. She gasped aloud as he ran his finger over her clit, teasing it briefly before returning to her wet pussy to gently finger-fuck her as she squirmed and whimpered her need.

Nancy, meanwhile, had taken my hand from her breasts and directed it towards her own steaming sex. As I slid my fingers along her thoroughly wet cunt lips, I discovered her clit extended at least 3/4 of an inch from her puffy, throbbing labia! I could actually roll it gently between my fingertips, and as it swelled even more with her arousal, I discovered that I could stroke it with a minature jacking motion, almost as if it were a small pink cock! Every time I touched it she jerked spasmodically in reaction, and I knew that she was on the verge of cumming, right here in the booth on the floor of the Deli!! 

Afraid that someone might come in, Gary french-kissed Debbie pasionately, then whispered "Don't move, I'll be right back!". He ran to the front door and locked it, then turned out all the lights both inside and outside the Deli.

When he returned, he pulled Debbie out of the booth seat and gently laid her down on the tabletop in front of us. Pulling off her now-soaked shorts, he dove into her wet crotch and began flicking his tongue over her clit and between the wet lips of her cunt, first going fast and shallow, then deep and slow, then slow and shallow, then fast and deep- licking and sucking and probing and kissing and nibbling and teasing and tongue-fucking until my wife was screaming mindlessly into a shattering orgasm! All of this was happening just inches from my face and from Nancy's as we groped each other on the booth seat. My fingers were running amok over her clit, and she seemed to be having a series of continuous orgasms that kept racking her body with their intensity. She had torn open my button-fly jeans, and was pumping my straining hard-on with her hand. Every few seconds she would lean over and take the head of my dick into her mouth, letting copious amounts of saliva run down the shaft to provide lubrication for her pistoning fist. As Debbie began screaming her orgasm on the tabletop, I slid even farther back into the booth and turned Nancy to face me on the seat so I could put my mouth where my fingers had been. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, Nancy began to shudder into a mind-numbing cum. I sucked her love button between my lips and caught it gently in my teeth, pulling it further out from under its hood and rolling it gently from side to side in my mouth as I flicked the very end with the tip of my tongue. Nancy began gasping for air, filling her lungs for a shriek of pure, uncontrollable sexual pleasure. Her cries and those of my wife seemed to join and echo through the darkened Deli endlessly, even though it was really only for a few moments.

As they caught their breath, coming down from their orgasmic highs, Nancy and Debbie looked at each other, then smiled and moved together into a somewhat awkward embrace, given the tight quarters of the booth.

"I'm SO glad that we've finally met someone here that we can do things with!" was Nancy's remark, to which Debbie responded, "Me too! We've talked about this a lot - approaching the two of you, I mean - but we weren't sure how you would react! With all the things going around, you just have to be so careful these days. But it feels like we've known you forever, and you feel the same way we do about so many things? I guess when its right between people, its just right!" 

"Well, I think we've got to do something about these guys" Nancy said, pointing to my throbbing erection, which she had resumed pumping with her other hand."Do you mind if I fuck your husband?" 

"Not as long as you don't mind if I fuck yours!" Was my wife's smiling reply! 

With that, Nancy pulled me out of the booth and led me to the next table. Sitting on the edge of the table, she spread her legs, flexed her knees up close to her chest, pulled me towards her by my dick and said, "Just fuck me hard and fast and come deep inside me? I'm so turned on I won't take long to cum again, and I want to feel you squirt your hot sperm way up in me when I do!" 

I didn't need any urging, and I put my dick just inside her cunt lips, paused for a moment to try to tease her, then lost all control as I felt the slick, sweet moist warmth of her wrapping around me. Groaning with the incredible feeling of opening her up, I surged forward, filling her hot, tight, wet pussy with my shaft. I began pumping slowly at first, then increasing the speed as the sensation became too good to deny. I realized why she had chosen this position as I looked down to watch my engorged cock sawing back and forth, in and out of her warm, grasping slit. Half-sitting with her knees pulled up, her elongated clit was rubbing along the top of my shaft! Her over-sized joy button was in constant contact with my dick as I fucked her, and she had been having those steadily building, almost continuous orgasms since about the third stroke!!! I looked to the side and saw that Gary was behind Debbie, pumping into her from behind (her favorite position!) as she bent over and rested her elbows on the table of the booth where we had all been sitting just moments before! He was sroking into her more and more rapidly, pulling out until all but the very tip of his cock was visible, then thrusting forward until his hips were jammed against her sweet ass. I could hear the incredibly arousing sound of her gasping with pleasure as his balls were slapping against her clit. After just minutes of this, his uncontrollable groans and her keening moans (that's the sound that she always makes just before she cums really hard) told me that they were on the brink. As I watched, Gary began to jerk uncontrollably as he shot unbelievable amounts of gism into Debbie's welcoming cunt. She began screaming her delight as she felt him explode inside her, cumming with him as their mingled juices overflowed the stretched, puffy lips of her sex and ran down her thighs in white rivulets of passion. 

Watching their incredible display of doggie-style fucking and hearing my wife and her husband explode into climax was all Nancy and I needed to push us over the top, and I began shooting into her convulsing, pulsating pussy as she shrieked with ecstacy. Her own orgasm shook her body like a toy in the hand of a giant, and every muscle in her body tensed as if she were being electrocuted. Her cunt gripped me like a fist, milking every last drop from my throbbing member until I thought I would pass out with the feeling. 

Finally, gasping with the effort and the pleasure we had experienced, we all began to slow down and recover our senses. We were still clasped together, with me deep in Nancy, hugging her to me as I slowly kissed her lips, eyes, throat and breasts in gratitude, and Gary lifting Debbie by the waist to sit on his lap on the edge of the booth seat, still deep in her cunt but just slowly nibbling the nape of her neck as a "thank you" for his wonderful fuck. Grinning at each other, flushed with the after effects of truly incredible sex, we just enjoyed the moment, until Nancy said," You know, Gary doesn't open the Deli on Sunday, and I'm off all weekend, so if you guys want to, we could go to our house, and we'll fix dinner, then we can all relax in the hot tub, and I'll bet we could even convince you to spend the night! How about it??" 

But then, that would be the Second Time....and that's another story....



Deli



"Joan, my lovely, 'that' could be arranged."

"I figured. When can you work me into the line of beauties begging to be with you?"

"Ha. Fat chance that happens."

"Why, 'cause of the leg?"

"Yeah, they run when they see my stump or even learn I just have one leg."

"Fools...I wouldn't."

"But you have a stump, you probably understand."

"Does it matter? Besides, I think a man with one leg is sexy." She takes his hand for a moment.

-

Joan rests her head on Pete's thigh and wipes a glob of jism from the corner of her mouth before fondling his stump. He fingers her slit and toys her bud, still pecking kisses there after another climax.

"Whew," she sighs. "You can do that again, anytime." She parts her thighs more and takes the come-covered head in her mouth for a moment.

"I have a feeling we will." He laughs.

"Good. I never get enough."

"Music to my ears. I love the way you taste."

"Talk about music...." She snickers then wriggles her slit against his mouth. "You can have my pussy all you want." She takes half the shaft and works her lips tightly along it.

He fills her with fingers, pumping and drilling quickly. "Oh god, oh god," she begins moaning repeatedly as before. Her hand strokes him casually, letting her own pleasure take priority. She turns her head and screams into the stump as another climax overtakes her.

"Give a poor cripple a break," she teases, still letting her lips kiss the end of his stump.

"You promised me your story."

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Well, confess." He chuckles. His hand rubs the top of her thigh then the other. "Hmmm." He rubs again.

"Don't tell me you want them off."

"I bet you've dreamed about that."

"Maybe I have."

"Hey, it's okay."

"How much should I have off, then?"

"If we were married and I was rich...." He chuckles.

"Yeah, go with that dream for a moment."

"Well, then all of each or maybe a bit of a stump on one side and all the other."

"Think of how nicely your mouth would fit down there with no thighs in the way." She laughs.

Joan reaches for her foot then pulls it behind her neck, locking it behind the shoulder. She stretches out again, seeming as relaxed and comfortable as before. She wiggles the toes on the other foot and flexes the ankle, letting the hand rest on the folded hip.

"Like this?" She musses, moving the arm stump about.

"How'd you...."

"I've always been limber. I used to sit around with both legs like this. Sometimes I'd put on a short skirt and walk about on my hands. Some of the adults thought I was cute, others twisted and sick."

"Not sick."

"Uh-huh. It took me years to understand and I hid my feelings."

"Didn't you tell anyone?"

"My sister. Her parents adopted me, so I guess she isn't 'really' my sister. Susan and I would pretend to be missing arms, legs, whatever. She got it. Later I understood she had her own issues. Anyway...."

Joan continues to lie casually with the foot contorted behind her. Pete rubs the folded hip and fondles it as though a stump. "Oh man...."

"You really like that."

"I've never seen a woman wrap a foot behind her. Whoa. But that look, that is fantastic."

"And if my leg was off at the hip?"

"I'd be worshiping at your pussy twenty-four seven." He grins. "Sorry, that came out coarser than I meant."

"Not a problem. I like the thought." She laughs, leaving the foot behind her. "Try it out."

He begins kissing the folded hip and her slit. "No," she begs. "Do me." He licks her deeply. "No one has been in me like this, please."

-

Susan sits in the powered wheelchair with the foot pulled under her hip and fluffs the skirt until it dangles over the end of the folded knee.

"Yeah, like that," Paul encourages. "That looks fantastic."

She drives about the large house imagining the leg is gone like the other. He follows on crutches wearing only khaki short pants with the end of the stump peeking out.

"I can't keep up," he begs, laughing.

"Guess we need to get another one."

"We can take turns."

"I don't know, Susan." He drags a hand over his pants then grips the erection. "I don't know."

-

Pete pulls her other foot towards her head and Joan moves enough to accept it behind her. He then lowers himself onto her, sliding easily inside.

"Oh-h, baby," she moans, sensing the closest thing to not having legs while making love.

Pete grunts a few times, slamming the full length of his shaft into her. His stump falls against one legless hip each time.

"Yeah! Yeah-h," she calls loudly. Her arm stump reaches for his face and he dips it close enough to feel it rub his lips. "Fuckin' great."

"I wish we could...."

"We will. I know we will."

-

Joan steps from the shower and dries when Susan knocks on the door. After a quick exchange of words, Susan opens it and leans against the counter. She gives a though look.

"Missed you," Joan says rubbing the towel through her short blue hair.

"Sorry, Paul and I hooked up nicely."

"It's okay, I met someone."

"Oh? Not Roger."

"Him, nah. Pete, the bartender over at the bar. I didn't realize he was missing a leg."

"Lucky you. Is it a nice stump?"

"It lit my fire." She laughs. "He had fun teasing about me missing my legs...like we used to do."

"You pull your feet behind your neck? God, that was always fun to watch."

"Yup. He 'did' me that way. I wish it were for real. That is my one big regret."

"The four of us need to have dinner and talk."

"Paul, what's he got going in this area?"

"Did you know he has one leg?"

"Come on-n. No way."

"Yup, same doctor that did ours. My heart still pounds a mile a minute."

"Did you tell him?"

"He had a powered wheelchair and let me pretend in it."

"Oh, god. No way."

-

The barbeque grill sizzles with burgers soon after Paul leads Pete out to the patio. The guys both are on crutches, wearing short pants and tee shirts. Susan drags Joan into the den where the powered wheelchair waits.

"Beer?" Paul quizzes, pointing at a cooler. "Get me one too."

Pete grabs a bottle, pops the top and hands it to him then does the same for himself.

"How's the stump?" Pete asks, banging the bottles together then sipping. He holds the bottle up. "That hits the spot for sure."

"Great. Guess you heard I wanted it off this way."

"Your secret is safe with me, man. I was thrilled to learn about the women. Sure caught me off guard."

"Should have seen me when I interviewed Joan and then Susan the very next day. Never been that close to two women missing limbs."

"Probably messed with your mind a little."

"Oh, man, did it ever."

"I'd seen Joan at the bar a few times. We started talking the other night, don't know, it just felt right for a change."

"Have you been a bartender long?"

"Yeah. Ten years or so."

"Ever managed one?"

"Sure, several...not now. Who'd want to own up to managing the hole in the wall dive where I work now?" He laughs. "Why?"

"These are ready. Let them know."

"Sure."

Pete wanders though the large house until he hears giggling. He looks in the room and Joan and Susan are taking turns with the powered wheelchair.

"Ah, so this is where the real action is." He chuckles. "Burgers are ready. We need to fix our buns."

"Honey, you have nice buns," Joan says, pulling her whole arm into her blouse so it will look like she doesn't have arms. "Poor me is helpless. Will you fix my buns?" She juts her hips out suggestively towards him.

"Ah, maybe a little lube first," Susan teases, dragging her hand over his pants. "I'd like to watch you put this in there." She rubs it firmly a few times.

"Paul...." He stammers.

"Paul's taken. By me, lover boy," she says, giving him a deep kiss.

"Burgers!" Paul yells from the kitchen.

"Geez," Susan moans. "I see what Joan likes about you. Bet Paul would like to watch you do both of us. He likes to watch."

"Or you could watch," Joan says, walking out of the room with the arm still tucked inside the blouse.

"Hey," she says to Paul, twisting her fake armless shoulders. "That job is working out well."

"Look at you! I had a feeling, I just didn't know how to say it."

"Maybe later, we could do some exploring." She pushes the arm out the sleeve. "Susan sure looks good in the wheelchair, like she was born to be without legs."

"Uh-huh. Haven't been able to sit in it since she found it." He laughs.

"Paul, you look handsome without the leg."

"Yeah, he does," coos Susan, sitting in the wheelchair. "You should see him naked." She makes a soft moaning sound.

"Makes my panties wet."

"Whose panties are wet?" Pete quizzes.

"Around you, baby...mine," Joan coos, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling against him, letting her mouth take his.

"Buns, everyone," Paul says, tapping a knife against a plate. "More beer in the fridge."

With effort, everyone carries something to the large glass table on the patio by the swimming pool. The guys make an extra trip to bring more beer.

"Whoa, great day," Susan says, looking at Pete rubbing his stump then sipping from his bottle.

Pete takes her in for a long moment, the opening of the bottle hovering in front of his lips before sipping. "When Joan told me...." He sips again. "I was overwhelmed."

"What part?" She chuckles.

"I don't know where to begin. I mean, even that she wanted her arm off."

"When I first talked to Joan," Paul begins. "I wondered. She seemed so confident and let it just hang out like that. Then, when I met Susan. Oh my god, I was so in love."

"Isn't he sweet," Susan, musses.

"Peg leg. Huh?" Paul says to Pete.

He relates the story of the friend of his father's and how the image of the man stuck with him. "So, I had a chance to have the amputation." He eats another bite of burger.

"I've been afraid of my feelings all my life," Paul says. "I wear my leg out in public. Few know I'm even an amputee, much less how come."

"Same here," Susan says. "It's hard to hide the fact I'm an amputee and I won't wear any hardware."

"Prosthesis and peg, that's it for me," Pete says, finishing the burger.

"More?" Paul asks.

Pete waves a hand and shakes his head then lets a small burp escape. "Excuse me. That was a great burger." He lets his hand fall against his stump then massages. "Can't believe how satisfying it is to be around others with the same need."

"A freedom not usually found," Joan says.

"Everyone feel free to go for a swim."

"No swimsuit," Susan says.

"No one will see but us." Paul laughs.

Joan pushes the plate away and swigs the last of her beer. Quietly and without suggestion, she pulls her foot behind her neck and locks it behind her as she had for Pete. She sits, watching the clouds roll past, and teases a nipple hidden under the tee shirt with a fingertip. She continues to sit as though it was the most natural thing to do.

"She wants her leg off, or both," Pete comments, leaning casually back in the chair and still playing with his stump.

"Yes," Susan whispers. She glances at Joan for a long moment. "She used to do that when were kids. I never expected to have my leg off before her."

"Pete wants me like you...or both off." Joan looks at Susan, then Pete. "Don't you?"

"Not if you don't."

"But if I did, you'd find me more exciting than now."

"Honey, this has to be about what 'you want'." Pete can feel his arousal growing as a piece of him screams 'legless and missing an arm, wow-w'. "Besides, we don't have the money or the relationship worked out."

Susan strips off her clothes then hops calmly to the pool. Paul watches her breasts sway with each hop. "Look at that-t," he drawls.

"Nice ass," Joan playfully says. "Great boobs too. Wish I had some."

"I like yours just as they are," Pete tells her.

"Isn't he sweet?" Without touching her foot, she brings it over her head and lowers it to the patio.

"Susan says she wants her other leg off," Paul says, watching Joan.

Pete slips his short pants off and hops to the pool without comment.

"Yeah, I think if things were right, she would." Joan sees him dive into the water.

"Would it help if you and Pete were settled?"

"Probably, but we just met." She nibbles her lower lip in thought. "I want him though. First man to make me feel good about myself." She shifts in the chair. "Doesn't feel like my old man. I bet Pete wouldn't hit me."

"No, he seems like a wonderful man." Paul pulls the chair closer to Joan. He stump hangs out of the pants leg and he brushes a hand over it a few times. "I own a few restaurants besides the deli chain. One has a bar and the manager is quitting. I was thinking of offering it to Pete. There'd be more money."

"Whoa, meeting you has been a good thing."

"Yeah, getting rid of dickhead has made a world of difference." He laughs. "Maybe I could find an office position for you...something you could do with one or no legs, maybe in a wheelchair."

"Really?"

"Think about. There's no rush and right now, I don't actually have something. If you have any ideas, we can talk when you are ready."

"So you are going to 'help' Susan with the other leg."

"I'd like to and I think she is interested in me."

"I know she is."

"Thanks. That makes me feel good to know. Like you and Pete, of course we just met. This is coming together so fast it scares me a little."

-

Pete and Susan dangle from the edge of the pool, their feet barely touching bottom. The glances seem intensely curious from a short distance.

"You seem good for Joan," Susan says.

"I hope so. She's the first woman to light my fire like that. To be honest, I haven't been very lucky with women."

"I don't know why. If Joan and Paul weren't in the picture, you'd have a good shot with me." She chuckles, swishing the arm stump across the surface of the water.

"You're kind to say that. I'd be a fool to not take you up." He laughs. "Are you thinking about the other leg?" He looks into the water at her body.

"From the looks of things, you find that exciting it seems." She snickers.

"Sorry, can't control that."

"Doesn't bother me. Makes me feel special to know I excite you."

Pete watches her with growing interest. He hopes she won't notice, though she probably does as much as he does. Her arm stump moves across the surface, back and forth, like a canoe paddle. It is just playing. He reaches towards it and takes in his grip, holding its softness loosely. It is longer than Joan's stump, not by much. 

She takes the stump away and rubs it against his face, her lips closer. She smiles, then pecks a kiss, her tongue tapping against his mouth but not going inside.

"Hmmm," she purrs quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. She feels his finger brush a nipple then several rub the breast. "Hmmm."

"So different." He whispers. She knows he is comparing her breasts to Joan's flat chest.

"That feels nice." She glances towards Paul talking to Joan. They are completely distracted. She lets her lips touch his again, this time her tongue slips inside his mouth slightly. He cups her short thigh stump, massaging, and she slips the tongue back and forth against his lips.

"Ah," she hears him grunt, assuming he is complaining.

"Sorry," she whispers pulling back slightly, his hand remains on her thigh stump then sliding between the thighs. It wasn't a complaint. "Honey," she coos, pressing her forehead against his chest. "Oh, baby-y." His fingers press though the folds of skin, touching her bud peeking from the hood. "Oh, oh," she quietly pants.

She presses against him and looks past his shoulder. Joan is kissing Paul, though it is impossible to tell who began the kiss. Regardless, they are well beyond a simple peck on the lips. Joan's hand is stroking his member softly, probably hoping for more than a mutual hand job.

"If you don't mind them," she teases before taking his mouth with hers for a moment. "They're 'busy'."

"I'm so lost in you, I don't care."

"Yeah, I don't think it's going to be a problem."

He lifts her by the buttocks and lowers her onto his shaft. She sinks the full length in a single motion then wraps the leg about him, letting his hands move her up and down. She feels his stump rubbing her bottom.

"Geez, man-n...." She moans, teeth against his neck.

"Yeah, you're quite nice too."

-

Pete and Susan work themselves up the wide cement steps at the shallow end of the pool. Her eyes often fixed between his thighs, just as his are on her - she smiles as she stands. A hand reaches for the chrome handrail curving up from a step and she feels him offer a hand against her waist. She notices Joan and Paul no longer sit on the patio or anywhere near.

"I won't try and deny that wasn't nice," she whispers, standing at last. His hand feels as though it should be on her waist, and she smiles again at him.

"It probably shouldn't have...."

She puts two fingers across his lips to silence him. "No, it was good. I wanted it as much as you did."

He nods, leaving his hand against her waist a moment longer. He glances around and notices the same thing she had, without care. "They...." he begins, knowing the answer.

"We teased about this before we ate. Don't worry."

"Do you think she'll like him more than me?"

"And if he does, will that be a problem?"

"No," he simply replies. A moment later he continues. "Paul has money to give you...a future."

"I know. But you know what?" She smiles, rolling her lower lip between her white teeth, watching him shake his head. "You both want us, and we want both of you. I can see Joan and I trading back and forth."

"Hmmm. Really?" His hand slides up and down her side eventually finding the short stump of her thigh.

"When I suggested we all meet, he as much said that. I told him it would make me happy."

They walk inside after drying each other. Leaning against the kitchen island, sipping freshly poured whiskey, they hear the loud moans and screams of Joan echoing though the long hallway.

"Do you think she has one or both feet behind her?" Pete quizzes before clinking the glasses together then taking a sip.

"Ah, both."

They chuckle and let their eyes wander over the other's body.

-

Joan rolls to one side letting her feet come free of her back. Paul regains his breath while watching.

"Wow-w," he drawls.

"Yeah, man. You rocked my world. I might trade models." She laughs.

"Maybe the trade-in doesn't have to be permanent."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you notice your sister with Pete?"

"Yeah, sure. They were making like bunnies out in the pool. So?"

"This house is plenty big. There is a second master suite not used. Pete could have that one, me this one."

"Hmmm. I'm liking the sound of this. Do you think she'll go for it?"

"I do think so, but will you?"

"My legs?"

"When you want...one now the other later, or both now. It's up to you."

-

After dinner, Paul necks on the couch with Joan, feeling everywhere. Their lips lock together for a while and eventually he reclines, pulling her along side.

"They won't care," Susan coos to Pete, her hand dragging suggestively down his chest. 

He pulls her tight against him, his stump between her thighs, massaging her towards a climax. "Let's find the other bedroom."

On the bed, he lies back, waving the stump about slowly. She sits and curls her foot around his shaft then begins to stroke. "I used to pretend I didn't have arms." The stroking continues and she listens to his sounds. She spreads the big toe enough to let the shaft slip into the space, still moving along the warm skin.

"None?"

"Yeah. I could write and do a few things."

"Hmmm."

"Which excites you more?" She rubs the big toe around the ridge of the head.

"Both, but not having the other leg most."

"Uh-huh. I can still pretend with the arm." She leans down and takes him in the mouth for a moment, wetting the shaft before continuing with the foot.




Deli



"Where have you been?"

"Hiding in your dreams."

"That's for sure."

"Goodnight," Joan calls from the other side of the door.

"I don't think they are going to sleep," Pete teases.

"Neither are we." She moves and finishes him off using just the arm stump along the underside of the shaft.



Delia Pt. 01



I sat on the couch, legs crossed in a proper fashion, my martini glass resting on my knee. What number was that? Three? Four? Hell I couldn't remember. My gaze was set on him, six-four, broad shoulders, brown shaggy hair, a smile that melted you, blue eyes that captivated you and those jeans that he wore a little too tight. 

He was definitely the same stud of a man I'd married four years earlier. But on the inside he was nowhere near the same man I'd fallen for. The man who use to gaze into my eyes and see my soul now looked straight through me. The man who brought me flowers on my bad days was replaced with a man who never asked me how my day was. The man that could not keep his hands off of me...he faded into a man who seemed repulsed by the sight of me. 

Looking around was our home, our immaculately decorated living room and gourmet kitchen, the dining room made of cherry, big enough to seat eight, although only two people lived there. I wondered when he fell out of love with me? When did I stop being the apple of his eye and all that mushy shit he always claimed. Where did our life go? The home we'd built together had become cold. Where were we?

I'm snapped back to reality by the shrill laughter of the only person who gets me. Her name is Delia, she and her husband had taken quite the liking to my husband and me. Our first 'couple friends' since we got married. I see my husband fist-pumping Jack and am compelled to ask what is going on. 

"We are talking about a spouse swap!" Matthew says as he sloshes over to sit next to me, wrapping his arm around me for the first time in weeks. "What'd'ya say? Might be fun to swap for a day!" He says. He seems to be kidding, he seems to be drunk and hell who knows if he is kidding... But why the hell would you ever suggest that?? You just said hey I wanna fuck your best friend. I should just pour my martini down his polo and call it quits. 

"Yeah, sure," I say with a sly smile. "But, I'm taking this spouse." 

I giggle as I gently lay my free hand on Delia's thigh. It definitely took them by surprise as I laid down my martini, grabbed Delia's hand and took off for the bedroom. The guys' jaws were on the floor and it humored me to see that! 

I'd always been attracted to women and my past three relationships before Matthew had been with ladies, but I was against labels, so when Matthew came into the picture I just rolled with it. The feelings never went away, though. Multiple ladies had drawn my attention and a few had come to the bed with Matthew and I. But I felt like a pig, objectifying women like that. 

When we met Delia and Jack, though, I was instantly connected with Delia. She was Latina with beautiful, sun kissed skin. Around 5'2, which, compared to my 5'7, put her right at chest level. C cup breasts always revealing enough cleavage to keep you longing but not enough to be trashy. Her hair was beautiful, long, jet black and fell perfectly around her supple breasts just accenting them more. 

For such a petite girl she seemed to have the longest legs, probably the way she dressed her self, always so amazingly. We'd had some sexual tension from the beginning.

I'd never made it a secret that I thought she was beautiful and knowingly or not she flirted all the time. Often in the kitchen making drinks my hand would brush up against her soft cheek or across her hand. Many times there were subtle, or not so subtle, hints dropped at how badly I'd love to take her to the bedroom. 

Nothing sexual had happened between the two of us, probably out of respect for our pig husbands. However, she'd heard many of my stories and always seemed more than intrigued. 

This was our chance, if our husbands wanted a swap then why not?? Delia's hand in my own I stepped into the bedroom and locked the door behind me.

"A-are you serious?" she almost whispered.

"Don't tell me you haven't been thinking it," I said softly as I planted my lips firmly on hers.

It was the first time we'd kissed. In our two and a half years of friendship, all the flirting, all the touching and this was the first time we'd kissed. It was like an electric shock through my entire body. For the first time in a long time I felt alive. I was overwhelmed with excitement. 

I stepped back to take a look at her reaction, although I just wanted to rip every shred of her clothing off at that moment. She was smiling and she leaned forward to kiss me again. 

"So you liked that, huh?" I whispered in her ear, as my hands easily found their way over her beautiful curves and her breathing became heavy. 

My hand found it's way to the hem of her skirt and I slid them up to her cute little ass, no panties, Delia, really? Oh, well better for me! Grabbing her ass I remove the space between us, kissing her passionately. A hand still on her ass, the other one goes to her amazing breast. 

I begin to kiss her neck, nibbling and breathing on it. Her back beginning to arch with my kisses, her breath now incredibly heavy...I begin to wonder where else she's feeling the effects of our steamy session. 

"Are you wet?" I whisper between kisses on her neck and cleavage.

A barely audible, breathy, "yes," escapes her lips. 

"What was that, I didn't quite hear you..." She rolled her eyes, my playful banter was usually something she loved. 

"Fine, I'll see for myself," I joked, looking into her eyes. I slid my hand from her ass to her wet pussy, teasing her lips with my fingers. Delia's body pulsed with every stroke of my fingers. 

"Mmm, you're practically dripping... You should take care of that.." 

She moaned. 

"You bitch," she said playfully. 

"Bitch, huh?" I said playfully. 

We hadn't made it farther than the door so I picked her up, kissing her, carrying her to the bed and throwing her down like they do on the movies. 

"So, if you think I'm such a bitch...I guess I shouldn't lick your soaking, tight, wet, beautiful pussy, then. Huh?" With every adjective I used I stroked her wet vagina lips. 

"Oh, god," she whimpered between heavy breathes. 

Slipping her dress over her head, I was pleased to see no bra too. 

Breathily, I requested, "Tell me what you want me to do to you?" 

Delia sighed, she knew I wouldn't do anything unless she answered, "fuck me, baby!" Shockingly, she practically yelled. 

I kissed her lips softly and worked my way down to her voluptuous boobs taking her nipples in my mouth. Every part of her body tasted sweet as honey. She let out a soft moan, arching her back as I flicked my tongue on her nipple. I loved watching her body pulse at my expense. 

The anticipation was making me crazy, all I could think about was her wet pussy calling my name. I kissed all the way down to her crotch. I'd finally made it to my destination, a perfectly trimmed vagina, landing strip to the thing i'd been longing for soo long. I began to lick her lips still teasing. Her body was already grinding on my face, and I loved it.

Her clit was swollen and pulsing..I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck slowly, flicking my tongue. She was moaning now, maybe louder than any woman I'd fucked before. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she'd been wanting this as badly as I had. I took my focus off of her clit to focus on her vagina using my tongue to sop up some of that wetness... And I just thought that her breasts were sweet. 

Finally, I slipped my fingers into her tight cunt. Her body thrust into my fingers with every push, my lips back focused on her clit. She was grinding, moaning and screaming my name. I brought my face up to hers, kissing her softly but finger fucking her. I could tell by her movement she was on the verge of orgasm. 

I couldn't wait for the moment. As I sucked her clit, again and pushed my fingers deep inside of her pussy she announced her eminent orgasm. She began to quake as her pussy let the juices flow and I found out that my best friend and current lover was a squirted. And god was that hot. 

I left my fingers inside as she rode out her orgasm, her juices continuing to flow and her breathing turning into panting. I slipped my fingers out and thought about licking her sweetness off but stuck my fingers in her mouth first. 

"That was hot!" I sighed, as I lay down next to her on the bed.

"Yeah, it was amazing," she replied as she rolled over, kissing me and cuddling into my body.

"We aren't finished, yet," I said with a wink.



Delia Remembers



It was whilst reading the Notices in the local paper that Delia saw that her old friend, and one-time Mayor of the town, had died from a heart attack, leaving a wife and two married children. Sitting in her chair, glass of wine at her side, Delia's mind recalled the events of very many years previously. Society rules were very different then.

After leaving the local Art College, Delia worked in the studio of a small textile design firm. She overcame the tedium of the repetitive work over her light-box with fantasies of the promised joy of copulation or, if she wasn't feeling particularly randy, of stunning dramatic performances in the great plays of Shakespeare at the Old Vic Theatre. She loved to imagine the sound of tumultuous applause ringing in her ears as an alternative to the imaginary feeling of a man thrusting his large cock up and down inside her aching body.

She wouldn't let Johnnie, her boyfriend, have intercourse with her yet, of course, even though they were now engaged. She had hoped to be still a virgin on their wedding night. That was expected of her. Anyway, providing Johnnie really thought she was, she would be to him. Besides, she was afraid that her mother might just be right in her warning that Johnnie may lose interest in her if she gave way to his sexual lust before marrying him.

But, alas, she no longer was a virgin. At their joint eighteenth birthday party, given by Roly and their friends at Roly's home. Drinks, starting with punch, were flowing. Neither Delia nor Johnnie were used to much alcohol and both got a bit unsteady fairly quickly. Silly games were played and there was much kissing all round in Postman's Knock and similar games most of which required the lights to be turned out. Breasts were eagerly fondled by sweaty hands, and erections groped for the thrill of feeling a cock.

Before turning to the food, Roly decided to play the game of Murder. It was a quiet and lengthier affair, requiring lights to be turned out throughout the house except the lounge. Johnnie, to his disappointment, found that he had drawn the card of the Detective which meant he had to stay in the sitting room by the fire and could only be involved when the so-called murder had been committed. So, Delia decided to find a quiet spot upstairs for a rest to sober up a bit.

On the staircase her hand was taken in another and she found herself guided into the darkened box-room by the host's cousin who had been staying with Roly over Christmas. She and Johnnie had not met Leslie before. He was a silent, confident, tall nineteen-year old, a very handsome youth. And he knew it! He had been rather unconstrained with his kisses, and his roaming hands had strayed into forbidden territory during postman's knock. In the dark box room, without a word, he put his arms round Delia, pushed her against the wall, pinning her by the weight of his body, and kissed her.

She was rather too tipsy and confused to object. In fact Delia enjoyed being kissed, so she responded by pressing her hand into the hair at the back of his head, pushing her tongue between his lips. During the lengthy open-mouthed kiss, it became more sensual as they sagged down the wall until Delia was squatting on her bottom, in a knees-up position with Leslie kneeling between them still exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Unaware of what was happening, Delia didn't realise that Leslie had somehow unfastened her bra until she felt him fondling her breasts. She had no idea how he had managed it, but he had. She liked her breasts being caressed, as well. Heigh ho! The sensation was different to feeling Johnnie's fingers manipulating her nipples, she thought, responding by returning his passionate kiss.

In her fuddled state she became vaguely aware of his fingers exploring her groin. Leslie had pushed the hem of her skirt to the top of her thighs and pushed the crotch of her loose knickers to one side. She was very wet between the thighs. He was kissing her fiercely, nibbling at her nipples with the fingers of the other hand. Leslie had unbuttoned his flies, took her hand and placed it over his stiff shaft.

In her semi-intoxicated state, her curiosity was sufficiently aroused for her to explore it's shape and fondle it's length! This was only the third penis she'd felt. Delia's fascination overcame her modesty. Her next awareness was of Leslie lying over her, between her parted legs, his knees prising her thighs apart. She felt her large swollen sex lips parted by a blunt prodding at her opening, now dripping with excitement. She suddenly felt him press into her, stretching her opening until she was filled to the full.

At first her fuddled brain didn't quite fathom what had happened. There was no pain, just a sensation of being filled up. Then she became aware that he was pushing in and out of her. It suddenly struck her! Oh no! My God! She was being fucked!

'No!' she whimpered to him. 'No! Don't! Please! Come out! Get off!'

'You were made to be fucked. You want it. I can tell,' he whispered.

And she struggled hard in an effort to push him off her, but her arms and legs were pinned to the floor by his weight. He ignored her wishes, continuing to thrust into her with strong firm strokes. Delia groaned with fright as her struggles continued until she tired, panting for breath. She gave up the struggle, gradually becoming aware of the sensation and the enjoyment of being filled to bursting with a hard penis.

She began to relax and marvel at the wonderful bursting sensation. This wasn't the least like she'd imagined it would be. Friends had told her how painful it would be the first time. It wasn't in the least! She found herself pushing into him and joined in with the rhythm of his strokes. It was exhilarating. Leslie suddenly jerked heavily at her and then subsided with a long sigh of relief.

After a brief pause he said 'Thanks love,' and withdrew from her. 'I'm supposed to be the murderer, so I'd better go and do some murdering.'

He stood up, fiddled with his trousers, and was gone. Delia was panting for breath but rapidly sobered up. My God! she thought. He's fucked me! I've been violated! She placed the palm of her hand between her legs to soothe the wounded part. It was sticky and warm. How the hell did that happen? As realisation dawned she became angry. He raped me, she said to herself, he bloody raped me! How dare he? Then, she thought, what on earth would my mother say if she knew?

What on earth will Johnnie say if he finds out? Neither event would bare thinking about. 'And I don't even know the fellow,' she said to herself. Delia's emotions were confused, but she began to realise that she felt strangely unclean. Dirty, even. She rolled onto her front and started to beat the floor with her fists in an outrage. No, no, no, no, no! she wailed to herself. Tears of anger welled up in her eyes.

Suddenly, she wanted to go home, climb into a bath of hot water and wash every trace of him from her body. She felt sorry for herself and wanted to cry. But, she lay quietly on the floor, and got accustomed to the fact that her body had been invaded against her wishes; OK, she thought, I might have been a bit squiffy, I might even have encouraged the petting, but not that! Even though I enjoyed it.

She considered the consequences carefully. No-one must know! She would never be able to lift her head in their community of friends again without shame. To cry rape wouldn't help. For a start, she wouldn't be believed. No one ever did! They would all think she'd let him take her, encouraged him even, probably due to the drink, and was now regretting it. She could only hope that Leslie would keep his mouth shut. As she sat there musing

The silence of the house was broken with shouts of 'Game's up! Into the drawing room everybody! Put your clothes back on and get in here!' Guffaws all round. Delia finally managed to grit her teeth and leave the box-room. She felt sure that everyone would see immediately that she had been ravished, but she went quietly into the sitting room.

After the game, when Johnnie had entertained the party with much humour and laughter at his mock deductions in the style of Hercule Poirot, French accent and all, he declared Leslie the murderer. There was applause for Johnnie as Delia's eyes met Leslie's furtively and briefly, but long enough for her to recognise the mockery in his. After supper, Delia cuddled up with Johnnie on the settee of the darkened lounge. His hand was up her skirt.

'My goodness, darling, you're soaking wet tonight!' he muttered.

But Delia remained quiet, her eyes on Leslie, who was busy necking with Roly's girl friend, Rita. Surprisingly, Rita was pretty drunk and squirming. Delia could just see Leslie's hand pushed up her skirt, groping at her inner thighs. To her annoyance, she felt vaguely jealous. She rolled over and gave Johnnie ardent kisses and fondled him with a great show of passion.

Eventually, those who had not gone home dropped off into intoxicated sleeps. Before Delia went into a fitful doze, she caught sight of Leslie lying over Rita, his bottom slowly rising and falling. Surely, he wasn't doing it with her! But he was! Delia was astonished.

In the early hours of the morning, with everyone snoring and sleeping on carpet, settees and in chairs, she awoke dimly trying to focus her mind on reality. Memories of the previous evening stirred within her and the shame of her drunken behaviour. She lay there and couldn't quite remember whether she had egged Leslie on or not. She was sure in her own mind that she had been raped but felt that she might have avoided it had she really wanted to. Perhaps she had shown him some encouragement.

She sat up quietly, not to disturb the others and picked her way carefully across the room, lit by a single small table-lamp by the radiogram, to get to the down-stairs toilet. After flushing the toilet, she rubbed some toothpaste over her teeth and gums, washed her mouth out and splashed water on her face to freshen herself, whilst cistern filled. As she came out of the door feeling a bit more refreshed, she was startled to see Roly, tousle-haired in a paisley-patterned silk dressing gown, stood at the bottom of the staircase.

'Oh, it's you!' she whispered. 'For a second I thought it was Leslie.'

'No, it's only me, Just wondered who was prowling about.' And Roly took her in his arms and gave her a cuddle and kissed her neck.

'It's a bit early for passion, Roly' she chuckled holding him tightly.

'Oh, it's never too early for that!' he smiled. After a pause he added 'Leslie tells me that you were passionate enough last night!'

Delia went pale and her heart stopped. Her worst fears were realised. She didn't know what to say. She had thought and hoped it that it would be a secret Leslie and she would keep to themselves. Delia glanced up at Roly.

'Sorry Roly! He raped me!' she said simply, 'when I was a bit too far gone to stop him.' Roly smiled again.

'That's not the way he tells it,' he said softly, 'he reckons you practically begged him to take you. And that you thoroughly enjoyed it.'

'Oh, my God!' she thought, 'what a liar! How on earth am I going to get out of this mess?' She said aloud, 'well, he would say that, wouldn't he? He's a damned liar, that's what. He wouldn't want you to think he'd raped a helpless girl, would he? I'm furious with him. I struggled. I tried to stop him but he was too strong for me.'

She realised that it all sounded a bit lame. 'Ah, well! I don't suppose you believe me. You men are all the same. Stick up for each other, no matter what.'

She made to go back into the drawing-room but Roly took her hand and pulled her back. She glared at Roly.

'But he wasn't too bothered about who saw him doing it to Rita afterwards,' she blurted. Roly looked at her for a few seconds.

'I know,' he said at last, 'he made a great play of telling me. I'd already told him that we were all washed up anyway. Rita and I finished last night before supper. That's why he felt free to maul her and, presumably, why she encouraged him. She'd never allow me to even feel her breasts. She wanted me to feel jealous I suppose.'

It was Delia's turn to pause. 'Oh, I'm sorry.'

'Don't be. Come into the kitchen and have a cup of tea.'

He filled the kettle in silence as Delia got the cups ready. Without looking at Delia he said with a frown,

'I don't suppose you've told Johnnie about it yet?' Delia started.

'You're joking,' she whispered back fiercely.

'No, I don't suppose you'll want the engagement to be broken off before it's started. And I don't suppose the news would be received particularly well among our friends. Well, I'd better keep my counsel, then.' Delia looked at him horrified.

'You'd never tell him, surely!' she said with urgency. 'Oh, no! Please, Roly! You can't do that to your best friend!' Roly frowned again.

'Well! If I really thought you hadn't encouraged Leslie, but he's so sure about it himself.' He paused to scoop tea into the pot. 'I'll tell you what! Let me have the same favour from you and I'll promise not to say anything to Johnnie.'

Delia was totally dumbfounded. She sank onto a chair at the kitchen table and looked at Roly with utter disbelief.

'You must be having me on, Roly. You can't mean what you say, surely.' She laughed nervously. 'Tell me it's a joke!' Roly frowned with sincerity.

'Well, why not? I've always fancied you, Delia, and I think you've got a sneaking fancy for me.'

She couldn't believe it. The arrogance of the man, but she had to admit to herself that he was probably right! She had fancied him.

'But you're his best pal!' she spluttered. 'Pals don't do that sort of thing to each other!'

'Ah! There you're wrong. You know the saying. All's fair in love and war.'

Roly came to her, lifted her off the chair, and kissed her ardently.

'And what about Johnnie?' Delia asked as they broke for breath.

'He'll never know,' he said. 'Besides, I've agreed to be the best man at your wedding.' Delia felt a little sick at the sheer hypocrisy of it all. The thought of Isabella's dilemma when Angelo promised her her brother's life in exchange for her virginity, came to mind. So what's new? Her situation was similar to Isabella's, if not quite as dramatic.

'You'll need some time to think it over, I expect.'

The situation was pretty hopeless. It was not that she found Roly repulsive. She was very fond of Roly and had fancied him when they first met. She still did if she was honest with herself, but it was the arrangement he was suggesting which repelled her.

'There's nothing to think over, if I want to keep Johnnie, is there? What do you want to do?'

Well!

The following day Delia felt depressed and devastated with guilt. She was no longer a virgin, but it was very different feeling from the romantic scenario of seduction she had fantasised about for many years. It had only taken one careless and unguarded moment. Early that evening, as she prepared to go out, her mother asked her where she was going.

'You don't usually see Johnnie on a Sunday.' she said.

'No, I'm not seeing Johnnie, I'm popping up to Roly's for an hour or so,' she said. 'His parents are away and Rita wants me to chaperon. Anyway, I think there's some sort of row brewing between them. Don't ask me what, though, 'cause I don't know.'

Her mother snorted. 'I shouldn't think Roly needs to be chaperoned. He seems to me a reliable and level headed young man. I must say, I prefer him to your Johnnie, but that's your affair. I hope Rita's not going to ditch him. He's too good a catch, I would think. But it's nothing to do with me. Don't be late.'

Even if she knew the truth, Delia thought, she wouldn't believe it. It was Johnnie her mother didn't trust, and he's about the only guy I know that respects my wishes and I can trust being alone with.

Roly had told Johnnie that he couldn't see him that Sunday night, so, in spite of her mother's views, Delia reluctantly became Roly's mistress. It was with great relief that her period started two days later, so she could stop worrying about the consequences of her indiscretion.

Arriving at Roly's house, she found him wearing a silk dressing-gown. Delia was ushered upstairs to his private sitting room. He made it clear at their first assignation, over a glass of Sandeman English sherry, that he wasn't expecting them to fall in love; all he was after was sex in a civilised atmosphere, preferably to the sounds of Chopin, with the lights down low.

He knew that Delia wasn't in love with him and that she was probably an unwilling accomplice in his sexual experiments. He thought it was wise for sensible people of their age to gain some experience of the opposite sex with a person they know and respect, without stooping to degrading fumblings in dark alleys and cinemas with near strangers. And, he reasoned, since Delia was no longer a virgin, she could have no real objection on chastity grounds except, perhaps, in respect of Johnnie who would expect her to remain innocent for him.

Still, Johnnie need never know and, besides, didn't Delia find the demands of the flesh a deterrent to concentrating on other important things in life? Consequently he required to satisfy his sexual urge at least once a week to prevent him becoming too pre-occupied with sex. A healthy, open relationship in comfort was far better for both concerned, he said. She would find Roly to be a calculating, matter-of-fact sort of lover. 

Delia told him that she thought his friend Peggy was his confidant and partner in matters of sex, but he said that was not the case, even though he had tried over several months to persuade her to share his interest in these matters. Peggy had confided to Delia that her own preoccupation in male genitals was insatiable, so she had decided to take up nursing to satisfy her passion. Delia was surprised that she had refused Roly's attention.

Peggy never discovered why. Roly managed to put Delia at her ease with his smooth talk before asking her to visit the bathroom to remove her underwear. Perhaps she would wash her genitals in the bidet before they started. It would be more hygienic, he suggested. She kept her knickers off to avoid any tell-tale stains for her mother to find.

When she went back to the room, Roly had turned out the lights with the exception of a small desk lamp. They sat together in the large arm-chair, she across his lap. He started to caress and kiss her. His kisses were not very passionate. To help in overcoming her acute embarrassment Delia imagined to herself that she taking part in her favourite role-playing game with Johnnie, in which she pretended to be a prostitute, tempting him with her body.

She enjoyed kissing. It usually turned her on. So, she returned his kisses with a certain amount of fervour. Roly's fingers fondled behind her ear which increased her excitement, then nibbled the lobe whilst his hand slipped into her bra to clasp her pliant breast. 'This is nicer than I expected,' she thought, basking in the enjoyment of being kissed, nibbled, and her nipples fondled.

After her nipples were fully aroused, Roly unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked the front fastenings of her bra, her large breasts falling free as if with relief at being released from their straight-jacket. Whilst Roly transferred his attention to her ample dark areolae and nipples, Delia fumbled at his flies finding them already open, his manhood stiff, at the ready for her.

It was on the small side when compared with Johnnie's, but smooth and solid. She fondled his small testicles and stroked his inner thighs. Roly's bottom began to tense and flex. 'Gosh, he's going to come already,' she thought.

'I think we're ready for a change of position.' Roly said as he stood, removing his trousers and underwear. Delia lay back in the arm-chair, her blouse and bra already draped over her shoulders, unbuttoning the side fastenings of her skirt. Roly's open dressing gown showed his aroused penis pushing out from its mass of brown curly hair. Delia's eyes fastened onto the object with keen interest, confirming what she had felt. She couldn't see it clearly in the subdued light, but it was not too big and the testicles were tightly puckered.




Delia Remembers



Delia slipped her skirt over her legs, followed by the underskirt, to display her hairy groin. His eyebrows raised at the sight of such a luxuriant growth. He knelt between her thighs, eyes bulging, taking in the sight of her generous vulva, lips protruding like a pair of purple grapes from the hairy lips. They were damp with her juices.

Delia was glad that the lighting was subdued. She didn't much care for her over-developed, very hairy fanny. It was certainly getting Roly over excited, though. He hurriedly rolled on a condom and immediately sank his penis straight into her warm vagina without any preliminaries. She enjoyed the feel of being penetrated. Her fanny filling with male cock.

Fastening his mouth onto one of Delia's hard nipples, Roly jerked his loins at her, ejaculating almost straight away, panting hard.

'Gosh! That was quick,' she thought. No orgasm for her, though. That would have to wait until she got into bed, later.

Sex with Roly, though a matter of curiosity at the beginning, became almost a lesson in biology, an exploration of the human genitals, which was to become a regular relationship between them for several months. After overcoming her initial shame about her large, over-developed inner lips, which Roly told her he found sexually arousing, and her slack, weighty breasts, Delia soon began to realise the sensible idea of Roly's sexual freedom without emotional involvement.

He managed to hold back his ejaculation after that first encounter, was always thoughtful and considerate towards her. These sessions developed into a short opening spell, lasting several minutes, whilst each inspected the other's private parts in detail before having full sexual intercourse. Roly's penis was shorter and thinner than Johnnie's, Delia thought, and more passive. Where Johnnie's was a throbbing, lively thing, eager for attention, this one was inert.

It was stiff alright, and had a loose foreskin which Delia found interesting. The testicles were also on the small side. Nevertheless, the penis never failed to ejaculate after a few minutes stimulation inside her warm flesh. Roly always rolled on a rubber beforehand. Delia couldn't call it making love, because it wasn't. It was just a straight fuck, a word they both abhorred and rarely used, but apt in this case.

Rarely, though, did Roly arouse Delia sufficiently for her to reach an orgasm. This provided her with some sort of virtuous comfort. She would usually finish herself off in bed when she retired for the night. What she didn't realise, however, was that Roly wasn't aware at the time that women had such things as orgasms. He thought that the sole purpose of sex was the discharge of the man's sperm, so he missed out on the delight of observing a woman's exhilaration as she erupted with orgasmic relief and ecstasy.

That, at least, was a secret kept between her and Johnnie. Delia soon realised that Roly's sex drive was much less powerful and far less emotional than was Johnnie's. After ejaculating, Roly's penis would quickly subside, his interest in further sex subsiding with it. Self gratification was Roly's main aim which led Delia to secretly hope, for his sake, that his future wife would have a low sex drive to match.

Roly's attention would quickly move to his favourite topic, which was himself, matters of ambition and of his future. He would talk about these things whilst making a post coital cup of tea, as Delia replaced her underwear, adjusted her clothes and replaced her make-up. By comparison with Roly's single ejaculation, after marriage, Johnnie would often retain his solid erection after ejaculating, continuing to make love, if necessary, until Delia herself had managed her only, but highly explosive, orgasm.

Watching Delia's facial reactions would be enough to set Johnnie off once more, and he would stimulate himself to a second ejaculation, raring to go again the next day - every day. He never seemed to tire of having sex. At times, Delia found it to be over-demanding!

After Roly's own wedding to Laura, however, who was, he claimed, a virgin when they met, and remained so until their marriage, his meetings with Delia came to a halt. Roly was later to thank Delia for the much valued help in his youth. He went on to become a successful businessman, and eventually the town's Mayor, with two children, living in a large Victorian detached house in the fashionable side of the town. Very respectable.

Roly never knew, however, that Laura, whilst six months pregnant with her second child, after four years of marriage, had tempted Johnnie into making love to her! It was at a party when she lured Johnnie into her bedroom. Laura found Johnnie a fascinating and exciting person. And a vigorous and inventive lover. They met and screwed two or three times more.

She envied Delia.

* * * * * * 

Each day at work, Delia went into the tea room of the design studio at lunch-time to eat her sandwiches. Her colleague, Myra, was usually already there boiling the kettle. Myra was a half-French, tall, very slender and elegant, auburn haired woman of twenty. She had sharp aquiline features with small bright green eyes. Her pale complexion sharply contrasted with the bright red lipstick she wore.

Myra had a soft voice with a delicate demure smile which looked as though it was protesting at making lines round her eyes. When she laughed, she cocked her head back and gave a throaty happy chuckle. To look at her one would take her to be a pensive and modest lady. She was, in fact, a self-confessed libertine whose main preoccupation in life was sex and men - or that part of them which most fascinated her.

She took considerable delight in embarrassing Delia by describing, in graphic detail, the sexual encounter of her previous evening with her different men friends, and would tease Delia by asking about Johnnie's sexual activities and if she played with his cock and what it felt like.

'I'll bet its thick and straight' Myra said. 'They say that a man's nose is the key to the shape of his cock,' she told Delia. 'Johnnie's nose is straight and a good size; I'll bet his cock is the same.'

Delia would blush at these outrageous excesses of Myra, but she secretly admired her for her direct approach to sexual matters.

'Get away with you,' Delia responded, 'you'll believe anything! What about William then? If his nose is anything to go by, his cock must be a curious shape.'

Myra gave her throaty laugh. 'I love 'em all! I can never have enough of them. And did you know that a woman's fanny reflects the shape of her mouth and lips? And you have a full mouth with generous, supple lips, Delia. Not like mine; thin and wide.'

It was Delia's turn to laugh. But with a certain hollowness. Perhaps Myra was right. Delia was certainly embarrassed by the size of her inner lips which drooped from her vulva, hanging from the surrounding mass of hair, like miniature chocolate-coloured wrinkled testicles, particularly when puffed out with sexual excitement. She was also unhappy about the large mat of hair around her groin, reaching almost to her belly-button, and down her inner thighs. She had often examined herself in great detail whilst squatting over a mirror slowly manipulating her clitoris, and wished the fanny lips were not so prominent. She thought about trimming the hair back, but was too embarrassed.

William was the office junior. He was a pleasant lad and always willing to run errands and brew the tea. He was already eighteen but had left his Secondary Modern School at fourteen. He wasn't a very intelligent boy, with little ambition, other than to fuck as many women as he could.

He wore a mop of unruly blonde hair and his round face wore a permanent frown. His nose was such a large, squashed, odd flat shape that his spectacles wouldn't stay up on its bridge - well, he didn't really have one - but slipped to the bulbous end of the nose no matter how often he pushed them up with his right forefinger. This meant he had to tip his head back slightly to look through them which, with their magnification, gave him the appearance of a wise old barn owl constantly on the watch.

Myra had confided to Delia that she once provoked William by daring him to put his hand up her skirt to feel her knickered crotch. Spurred on by such lecherous enticement, William had groped her briefly once or twice, but with a throaty chuckle, Myra stepped away from him out of pure devilment to tease the poor lad. She had even lightly trailed her fingers over his penis to tease him the more.

'William's cock's the exception that proves the rule,' Delia laughed. 'His nose may be squashed, but he's very well endowed, is our William,' she told Delia. 'If he could've taken his School Certificate in cocks he'd have got an A+. All his brains are between his legs!'

Delia had laughed. Poor William, she thought.

'What's more,' Myra continued with a chuckle, 'he uses his brains daily, so he tells me.'

William came into the tea room with his cheery open smile.

'Hello slaves!' he called as he took his packet of sandwiches from his coat pocket. 'I expect you both had a miserable holiday. Bet you couldn't wait to get back to the old grindstone!'

Delia had grimaced as she poured the tea. 'Got it in one!' she'd told him.

Myra teased him. 'How was your holiday, then, William. It seems that Delia and I both had a good time. Did Father Christmas put any nice girls in your stocking to play with?'

William had looked innocent.

'No!' he'd said.

'Well, did you managed to get your hands on any of them to play with?' Myra asked him.

He had, but wasn't going to say so. He was very discreet. In fact he was popular with women, particularly married ones, who admired his natural endowments as much as his discretion. As the gossip about him spread at coffee mornings, so did William's popularity with the married ladies.

'How do you mean?' he pretended innocence.

'You know, playing with her private bits and pieces?'

Delia remembered Myra's laugh and William's cheeks colouring up as he shook his head. There was general laughter as they sat at the table.

'I've confessed to Delia all about our passionate mad affair' Myra teased him. 'And told her what a great cock you've got. I'll bet you'd like to feel Delia's bits and pieces as well, wouldn't you?'

Delia had remonstrated with Myra, telling her how awful she was and that she was embarrassing poor William. She had, however, often teased William herself, and had joked with him and made him blush with rude provocative remarks, but he had gradually learned to relax with both girls, Delia in particular, and they were able to share humorous intimacies.

'Anyway, William, there's no harm in looking, is there?' Myra mocked and she had stood up in front of him and lifted her long skirt to expose her loose cami-knickers. 'Here, take a butchers at that!'

William's eyes almost popped out of his head. He could see patches of well-trimmed hair on either side of the crotch. Myra reached down and pulled aside the slip of satin to show William her aroused sex lips. They were in a constant state of arousal. The labia were thin, mostly hidden in the long gash of pink, surrounded by a light covering of auburn curls.

She teased him with 'Would you like to feel it?' but dropped the hem of her skirt and sat down laughing. 'Of course you would William, wouldn't you. And how about Delia's big hairy secret?'

Delia had blushed. Myra had lifted her skirt again with a long sigh of mock resignation. 'Well, go on! You can feel!'

William looked at her with a smile. Then he reached out and pushed his two middle fingers between the lips, rubbing them up and down the slimy flesh. Myra pushed herself back and forth on his rigid fingers a few times before pulling back and dropping the hem of her long skirt.

'Hmm. That's nice.' She turned to Delia. 'Would you like to see William's cock, Delia?' And before Delia could reproach her, Myra demanded 'Come on. Let's see your cock, William!'

Without hesitation, William stood up, unbuttoned his flies completely, and flapped it open to pull out an already expanding large, sturdy curved cock. Delia's mouth went suddenly dry and her eyes opened wide. This was the first time Delia had seen a penis in broad daylight and she was both embarrassed and fascinated. It's not the sort of thing you did in the day time.

But the fascination with the male organ would remain with her for very many years to come. As his penis reached full stretch, William had pulled back the skin until it covered the whole shaft to its base, like a second skin. Delia was mesmerised by the sight. The head was like a huge fist on the end of a curved, twisted wrist.

'Get the ruler, Delia, we'll measure it! And pass that glass tumbler.'

Delia went into the studio for a ruler returning to find Myra sat on William's lap, skirt round her waist, moving her hips slowly up and down. Her eyes were wild with excitement. She was enjoying every inch as she rocked back and forth. Myra got off William's lap with a sigh.

'Beautiful!' she sighed. 'Go on, measure it!' Myra ordered. Delia had hesitated. 'Give me the ruler' Myra snapped and snatched the yellow wooden ruler from her.

She knelt at the side of William's chair and applied the ruler to the top length of his penis.

'Nine and a half inches!' she announced as casually as if she had been measuring the size of a pattern repeat. 'Hold the glass in front of it,' she told Delia as she grasped the stiff object and pumped it up and down. William began to squirm in the chair. 

'I'm coming' he gasped and began to jerk his loins.

'Come on then. Let's see it gush.' Myra urged.

Delia held the glass over the head of William's enormous cock as it suddenly erupted, spurting its jets of sperm into the tooth-glass. Delia watched wide-eyed as spurt after copious spurt of grey liquid gushed into the glass until the emission reduced to a thick ooze, dribbling down the shaft.

After that, William often obliged them with an exhibition but Delia never quite overcame her embarrassment and couldn't bring herself to take hold of his cock, no matter how tempted she was, or how Myra goaded her. She watched Myra do it, though, with avid interest, on several occasions. William was also persuaded to masturbate himself, with great vigour.

Some months later he was given the sack. The boss had discovered William in the dark-room with his endowment submerged deep into his daughter, humping away at her. The daughter's whimpering and gurgling was evidence of her enjoyment of the act.

What the boss did not know was that the same large cock filling his daughter's passage had also filled his wife's love-channel over the Christmas break. She had been told about his charms by Myra and had managed to arrange for William to visit her when her husband was at his club. It hadn't taken much to persuade him to fill her eager, underused fanny. It had been a wonderful thrill for her. She determined to have more of the same as often as she could safely arrange it.

After watching William's ejaculations, Delia began to take more interest in watching Johnnie's, asking him to masturbate for her, allowing her to catch the sperm in a wine glass. During her affair with Roly, she had also managed to persuade him to let her watch his ejaculation, much against his better nature. But she had to do the pumping. She wondered if Laura every dod that for him.

Her marriage to Johnnie hadn't lasted for more than a few years. Delia was too fond of cock - particularly other men's. Johnnie had left her to settle down with another, very beautiful younger woman.

Delia took to drinking the ejaculate with great pleasure, and many years later, at a wild sex party, Delia was to achieve a great ambition, by getting six men to masturbate over her. She was lying on a settee with the men stood over her, watching their hot sperm gush forth, splashing in profusion all over her face and bare breasts, her chin and nipples. Her reputation as a sperm-lover left her with ample offers to fulfil her desires.

That was a long time ago now and after many sexual adventures. Folding the paper away, Delia replenished her wine glass. Her main source of comfort. She would have to go to the church service, of course. 



Delialah & Mark



Mark couldn't wait to get home to Delialah.

His sweet little blonde angel of 18 always helped him unwind after a long hard day of work at the construction site.

As he got into his pick up truck to make the 15 minute drive home, he thought of her.

She was 5'3 and 120 pounds. She had short blonde hair that was almost always in pony tails. Her milky white skin was soft all over her body, especially her small 32B tits. He loved to glide his tongue all over her body and hear the little moans that came from her tight mouth.

Her firm ass was always poking out from under her little pleated skirts she wore to school. 

She had big innocent blue eyes that always stayed locked on his as she sucked his cock. She was one big contradiction. The innocence she emitted belied the cum thirsty demeanor she gave off once the lights turned out.

The whole way home Mark imagined what his baby girl was doing... 

Was she taking a shower? The warm soapy water inching down her smooth body like his hands longed to be?

Was she watching TV? Pressing her slim thighs together as she watched The Spice Girls videos on MTV?

His cock was straining against his dirty jeans. He couldn't wait to get home!

Meanwhile- at home, Delialah was sitting on the couch. She kept glancing at the clock... counting the minutes till Mark would get home.

Today in school, her friend Jamie told her about her date with Rick...

Rick was famous for his clit licking skills and Jamie told Dee all about it.

"It was soo awesome!" Jamie had said.

"Well- don't be stingy! I want details!" Dee had said, her blue eyes shinning.

"OK- so we get to the lake... 'cause my parents were home... we went to his cabin on the lake. Anyhow... He had just gotten this new barbell for his tongue ring he was just dying to use on someone... so he made me take off everything and lay down on his couch." Jamie whispered.

Dee felt her pussy starting to get wet under her green plaid skirt. She crossed her legs to put some pressure or her aching clit. "Yeah, then what happened?"

"He got down on his hands and knees and just looked at me. His gaze alone on my nipples made 'em hard Dee! By the time he got between my knees I was begging for it like a whore!" 

"Oh my goodness! He sounds amazing!" Dee smiled.

"Girl, you have no idea!" Jamie leaned in closer... her full tits straining against her almost transparent white blouse.

"So, he is slowly creeping up between my legs... whispering how beautiful I am... and his breath was making me wetter and wetter... then he started kissing the inside of my thighs and licking them... his tongue ring felt sooo good! It must have been as hard as my clit!"

Dee licked her lips, "So... get to the good stuff! The suspense is killing me!"

Jamie ran a hand through her wavy red hair and her green eyes glistened, "I'm telling it like it happened Dee! Stop being such a horn ball!"

"Well! Your stories always make me wet Jamie. I can't help myself sometimes..."

"OK, so, he is kissing me all over... and then. BAM! His tongue is going up and down my slit... like he needed to make me any wetter! I nearly caused a flood! He was using the whole thing... and that tongue ring kept on grazing my clitty. I thought I was going to explode! Then he started with his fingers in my hole! He had two in there- just pumping them in and out as he started to lick my clit full on!"

"Shit girl! I'm making a puddle over here!" Dee said, "Did you cum??"

"Oh hell yeah! and he just kept licking, and sucking!!! It was heaven! You gotta let him lick you!"

Dee grinned, "I got Mark to do that."

Dee came back to reality... Mark wouldn't be home for awhile... maybe he wouldn't notice...

Dee's hand went under her skirt and found her panties soaked from thinking about her friends story.

She traced a finger up her slit... and moaned. Her thoughts raced- she knew Mark would be angry if she didn't wait for him... but she needed it so bad!

She took off her panties and laid back on the couch...

Her finger tip flew to her clit and she rubbed it softly. Images of Jamie and Ricky flooding her imagination.

She could see her friends tousled red hair falling over her amazingly full 36D tits as she ran her fingers through Ricky's spiky blue hair.

Dee opened her shirt and rubbed her nipples. Her tits were small compared to her friends- but they were firm. She cupped her left tit in her hand as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

She was getting so into her fantasy she didn't hear the front door open, or Mark's keys hitting the table in the front foyer.

When Mark walked into the living room... his eyes were met with Dee on his couch... her skirt around her waist and her blouse open.

One hand pumping away at her dripping cunt- and the other twisting her pink nipple.

He silently unzipped his pants and took off his sweat covered shirt.

He watched her for a moment, not wanting to say anything too early.

When she started moaning her way to orgasm, he spoke.

"Delialah, couldn't you have waited for me?"

Her eyes flew open and her rapidly approaching orgasm stopped in its tracks.

"MARK! Oh my God! I'm sorry baby! I got carried away... I didn't mean to..."

Mark smiled, "You know how I feel about naughty girls...?

She knew...

He walked over to where she lay on the couch and scoped her up.

He threw her over his muscular shoulder and carried her to his bedroom.

He sat her down on the bed and looked at her, a glimmer in his brown eyes.

"Now. Tell me. What got you so hot and bothered that you had to fuck yourself before I got home to do it for you?"

"Well, Jamie told me about her date with Ricky last night." Dee said meekly. Her innocent blue eyes gazing up at him.

"That Jamie is a horrible influence on you. I don't think you should talk to her anymore."

Dee nodded, her pony tails bopping slightly, "I know. But she is so..."

Mark raised an eyebrow.

"She just is so exotic. I want to be like her..."

He nodded and sat down by her, "Tell me Delialah... do you ever think about touching her? About making her cum like you make me cum?"

Dee blushed, "Sometimes. I get really turned on by her all the time though. When she leans in to whisper things to me in Government class, I can see her tits and I want sooo badly to lick them and suck them till she screams my name."

Mark took a ragged breath, "Uh huh. Would you let me watch you with her?"

She gave him a little smile as her hand found his cock in his boxers. "Oh yes. I don't think I'd know what to do... would you tell me how to make her cum?"

He nodded, his eyes closed as her hand squeezed him.

"I want you to Mark. I want to know how to make someone feel as good as you make me feel. Do you think you could teach me?" She dropped to her knees. She looked like a little girl from her place on the floor. 

Again he nodded. 

She started tugging off his boxers.

"I can only imagine how good she would taste. I'd love to have my whole face covered in her juices... and then to see her head buried between my thighs... lapping at my hot cunt... oooooh Mark! I'd get so hot! And you'd be there to watch it all."

"Jesus Dee. I'm going to cum if you keep on popping these dirty images into my head."

She grinned, "Not until I suck you sweet heart. Can I? I promise I'll be good? Just let me suck your cock!"

Mark loved it when she begged. "You really want to? You want to make me cum in your dirty mouth?" He yanked lightly on one of her pony tails.

"Uh huh! I want to really bad!!! Can I??? PLEASE!!!!????!!!!!"

"Tell me how bad..." He was dying to hear his little slut beg for it more.

"Mark! I want to suck your prick till you shoot down my throat! I need to feel it in my mouth! PLEASE!!! I need it sooo bad baby!"

"OK. You can suck it."

Dee nearly swallowed the whole thing on the first lap. But as she went on she slowed down... wanting to savor every second she had her mans big tool in her mouth.

She took her tongue and ran it on the underside of his cock, then brought it up to its sensitive head. She twirled it around before she left a wet kiss on it. She let her lips slide all the way to where her fingers gripped the base.

She let her fingers trace circles on his balls and she could feel him growing riggid with arousal.

"Dee, I'm gonna cum baby!" he moaned...

"She grabbed his cock with both hands and pumped it until he shot in her mouth. She lapped it all up like the greedy whore she was.

Mark moaned one last time as his final spurt of cum dropped from her full lips and onto her chin. She smiled at him and scooped it up with a finger and licked it off.

His hands crept to the last two buttons of her blouse. He unbuttoned them, his eyes locked on hers...

"Dee- tell me. If you brought home Jamie... what would you and her do if I wasn't here?"

"I'm not sure." she answered... the innocence creeping back into her voice.

"What have you done before when she was over?"

"There was this one time that we came home from cheerleading practice when you were working late and watched a porno that she found in her ex boyfriend's sister's room."

"What was it about?" he opened her shirt and exposed her lacey black bra that cupped her firm tits. He gently rubbed her nipples through the soft folds.

"There was a girl dominating this other girl. She was on her knees licking the girls boots." Her breath was coming in quicker gasps now.

"Uh huh... then what did she do?"

"She... she started licking her pussy. It was shaved bare..."

"Did you like that?" His fingers were now in her bra, rubbing her hard nipples in circles.

"Yeah... so did Jamie. Jamie said she was tired of her red bush..."

"Really? Did she show it to you?" Mark was reaching around to unclasp her bra.

"Yes. She lifted up her uniform and pulled her panties to the side... her bush was small but... I-I-I wanted to touch it." 

"Why didn't you?"

"Because... she heard your truck pull up.... so we took the movie out and she got ready to go home..." Dee gasped as Mark took her pink nipple in his mouth.

"Mmmmm." He flicked it with his tongue, then said, "Wasn't that the night I fucked you in your uniform for the first time?"

"Ohhh... Uh huh! I came so hard!"

Mark began kissing between her tits to her stomach... and going down at a rapid rate.

Dee lifted her hips... urging him to go between her slender thighs.

"Do you want to cum again, darling?"

"Oh Mark! YES!"

Mark took off her skirt and spread her legs. Her wet pussy simply called for his tongue.

He ran a finger down the neatly trimmed blonde hair of her lips. He brought it up to her mouth and she lapped up her own juices greedily.

He brought his lips to her pink box and kissed it gently. Her hips rose to met him and a sigh dripping with his name came from her mouth.

He let his tongue slide out and he gently worked her swollen hole.

She was so hot. She wanted to cum soooo badly!

"Fuck me with your mouth Mark!" she whispered. Hearing her swear made me even more eager.

Her brought his tongue to her clit and he licked it slowly... making tiny circles around the hard nub.

"Suck my clit baby! Make me cum! URGH!"

Her fingers were woven in his hair... making his face melt into her slippery cunt.

He sucked on her clit, hard, and fast, he shoved a finger in her tight hole... curving it up to bump her clit from the inside.

Her hips began to buck wildly and he could feel her losing control.

He rammed another finger in, and her pussy swallowed them... contracting around them as he continued sucking her hot clit.

"OH GOD! MARK!!!! I'M CUMMING BABY!!!!!" She screamed- her back arching and her legs squeezing his head.

She went limp and he gave her dripping pussy one last kiss before he rose to look at her.

A smile was on her innocent face that spoke of forbidden knowledge.

He kissed her and she tasted her juice on his lips and in his mouth.

His prick was starting to rise again... and as he brought her hand to it, she opened her eyes.

"You think your ready for another round?" he asked.

She nodded and sat up a little bit.

He crawled on top of her and she guided his cock into her still wet pussy.

He took long and slow strokes.

Plunging his cock into her steadily.

She was still dreamy... but this felt great!

Dee locked her long legs around his waist and squeezed. She loved the feel of him pistoning in and out of her.

"Mark- I love it when you fuck me." 

He picked up speed a little, and she began to rock her hips to meet his thrusts... His big cock was going deeper, and deeper in her hole... and they both were getting hotter and hotter.

He grabbed her ass as he starts to jam his cock faster and faster in between her tight lips.

Her legs are squeezing, and he can feel another orgasm rolling through her hot body.

"MY GOD! MARK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN BABY! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME! PLEAAAASE!"

Her begging voice throws him over the edge - and he spews his hot jizz into her gapping cunt.

As their orgasm subside... he rolls off of her and catches his breath.

"So," he smiles and brushes a stand of gold from her wet fore head, "You planning on having Jamie here tomorrow night?"

She grins, "You'll just have to think about it all day at work now won't you?"

~*~THE END~*~



Delia's Dilemma



Delia was a nice, modest eighteen year old girl. She was also quite beautiful; she had long legs, a small waist, and an ample chest. Boys had paid her a lot of attention, but Delia had always resisted their advances. She wasn't interested in sex. She spent most of her time studying or working.

However, a girl that beautiful can only stay innocent for so long.

Delia worked as a lifeguard at the local pool. Boys loved it when Delia's turn to sit arrived. When she got out of the pool, her bathing suit would cling to every inch of her body and her nipples would perk up because of the change in temperature. Her fellow lifeguard, Jeremy, was especially fond of working with Delia.

One Saturday afternoon, Delia was late for work. She had been late fairly frequently the last few weeks. She had been applying for scholarships to colleges and studying for her SATs. Unfortunately, her boss, Rick had been getting less and less lenient about Delia's tardiness. He had told her multiple times that if she continued to miss the beginning of her shifts, he'd have to let her go. Delia couldn't afford to lose her job. She needed it to pay for college. When she came in late that Saturday, Rick asked her into his office.

"Delia, this is ridiculous. I cannot have an employee that comes in whenever she fucking want."

"I know sir," responded Delia, sweetly. "It's been really crazy lately, and I feel terrible about missing work and letting you down so often. I promise, I'll stop. Really. I need this job and I will do anything to keep it."

Rick's ears perked up at Delia's last sentence. He knew she hadn't meant anything sexual by it. But he had always found her attractive. And he was in the position of power.

"Well young lady, we might be able to work something out. I'm not sure if you'll be willing to take my offer but there's only one way I'm letting you stay on as guard."

Delia was straining her mind trying to think of what he meant. Whatever he meant though, she would do it. She had to keep this job.

"Anything you want, sir. Really."

Rick walked over to Delia and stood behind her chair. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them down to her breasts, squeezing them simultaneously. He immediately felt his cock grow hard. 

"Sir, I really don't think this is the appropriate way to work this issue out-" started Delia, before Rick put his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up. This is the only way. Either you're my little whore or you no longer work at this pool."

Delia gasped as Rick removed his hand and put it back on her breast. He began massaging them together, pinching her nipples through he bathing suit. Then he slid both his hands underneath her suit and started pulling and pinching them harder. He was moaning-she had such soft breasts and such perfect, tiny nipples.

Delia felt herself getting wet. She didn't want this to happen, but now that it was, it felt so good. She closed her eyes, waiting for it to be over, hoping her breasts would be enough. 

They weren't. Rick grabbed Delia's chair and pulled it around to face him. He pulled the crotch of her bathing suit aside and stuck one finger inside her juicy pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah, you little bitch. You are fucking loving this. You're practically dripping."

Delia blushed but didn't respond. Rick put another finger inside of her and started fingering her fast and hard. She was getting wetter and wetter. He took her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth, forcing her to taste herself, and then went back to rubbing and finger fucking her pussy. His cock was getting harder and harder, and Delia could see it bulging against his bathing suit. 

"Pull down my shorts."

Delia shook her head no.

"Pull down my shorts, you little cunt. You know you want to. Your pussy is soaking wet. Do it, or I'll fire you."

Delia put her hands on either side of his suit and pulled it down. His cock was totally erect. It was huge and hard as a rock. Delia had never seen a penis in real life, and she was shocked at how turned on she was from the sight of it. 

"Alright, whore. Suck it."

Delia shook her head again. She couldn't speak. She was terrified of what was going on and stunned at how much she was enjoying it.

"Fucking do it!"

Rick slapped his hard cock against Delia's face. Then he started rubbing it against her cheek. He repeated this on the other side of her face. He started rubbing it on her closed mouth, but she refused to open her lips.

"If you won't do it, I'm going to do it for you."

Rick grabbed Delia's hair and pulled it back so that she opened her mouth tell him to stop, but before she could get the words Rick slammed his dick into her mouth. He started thrusting himself into her mouth, hitting it against the back of her throat, fucking her face as hard as he could. Delia could hardly breathe when he finally pulled it out. 

"You want me to do that again, or you want to do it yourself?"

Delia immediately grabbed Rick's cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked it and jerked it as fast as she could. She swirled her tongue around its head, loving how smooth it felt.

"Fuck yes. Lick my balls, you dirty whore."

Rick pushed Delia's head down to his scrotum and she immediately took one of his balls into her mouth. She started rubbing his taint with her thumb and switching between sucking his dick and licking his balls. Rick was groaning. He was about to cum when suddenly, Jeremy, the other lifeguard, came in.

Jeremy was shocked. He stood in the doorway, completely taken aback by what he was seeing. Seeing the beautiful, pure Delia with a cock in her face was a total turn on. He started to feel his dick getting hard.

Rick suddenly had an idea. He wanted to humiliate Delia as much as possible, and he knew getting Jeremy to join them would push her over the edge.

"Jeremy, get over here and fuck that tight little pussy. This whore's cunt is practically begging for it."

Delia was mortified. She was sure that Jeremy would ignore Rick. He was such a nice boy.

But Jeremy couldn't resist. He pulled off his bathing suit and walked over to Delia, who was on all fours. He pulled her bathing suit aside and rubbed her pussy. It was covered in her hot juices. Delia unintentionally let out a small groan. Hearing this, Jeremy immediately plunged his dick into Delia's tight, warm pussy. He began pumping hard, reaching around Delia's hips to rub her swollen clit.

Delia had been looking over her shoulder and watching Jeremy in shock. But as soon as Jeremy had entered her, Rick had grabbed her face and once again, starting forcing his dick into her mouth. Delia couldn't believe it. She loved the feeling of two dicks going in and out of her at the same time. She grabbed Rick's ball sack, softly grabbing at his testes while he fucked her face. Both men were moaning with pleasure.

"Fuck yes! I knew you were a little slut, Delia. Tell me you're a slut. Say it."

Rick let go of Delia's head just long enough to let her gasp, "I'm a fucking slut," before slamming himself back inside of her.

Rick and Jeremy kept fucking Delia on both ends until Rick finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and came. He aimed right at Delia's face. He wiped some of the cum off her face and reached down, rubbing it on one of her tits. Delia whimpered with pleasure at the feeling of him rubbing his hot cum on her swollen nipple. Jeremy started pumping harder into Delia until she collapsed. The he let out a yell and came inside her pussy. Delia felt both their hot juices running down her leg. 

Rick pulled his suit back up.

"You know what Delia? You can definitely stay. I think you're going to come in handy."



Delia's Story



From the moment Delia entered the room I could sense something different about her tonight. And what an entrance she made into the room! The door had flung wide open and she posed in the doorway with one arm raised up to the sill, her left hip provocatively angled to caress the wooden frame, her legs tall and lean in gleaming black boots and fishnets slightly spread so that I could see the faintest bulge in the wedge of her tiny, shiny black and rose panties. Her cute little hairdo framed her face from which she gave a Mona Lisa-like smile while her dark eyes bored into mine with a look that challenged me. Below her cute little sheer brassiere I noticed the glinting gold belly-button ring for the first time. "That's new," I thought to myself.

"Hello, Delia" I said, trying to regain composure. She didn't say a word. She simply sauntered across the room, letting her hands glide over her lingerie and exposed flesh, all the while keeping the intense eye contact she had initiated with her dramatic entrance.

I suddenly felt very small in the low-slung chair in which I sat. Delia brought herself right in front of me and turned – oh, so slowly – letting me see her from all sides. The tiny black panty was a thong and the thin back strap was wedged deep in the glorious cleft of her beautiful ass flesh. Her skin exuded a heavy perfumed scent of musk. I caught myself licking my lips as I watched her slow turn in front of me. "Good evening, Penny" she said when she completed the turn and was facing me again. The panty bulge was staring me right in the face.

"You look splendid tonight," I said. Delia simply nodded knowingly and gave me a smirk. "What, uh, are you up for tonight?" I asked, realizing my loss of dominance in front of her beauty.

She raised her arms up and tossed her hair while doing a quick little bump and grind right in front of my face.

"Oh, I might want to get fucked" she said lazily "But we'll see."

"We'll see?" I repeated. "What does that mean?" I asked, lifting my eyes from her crotch to her face to glean what was going on with her.

"We'll see if you have what it takes to satisfy me. That's what I mean." She said it so matter-of-factly. She flicked her belly button ring with her middle finger and ran a palm over the front of her panty.

I got out of the low chair and standing in front of her now I regained some of the control I had let slip away earlier. I was half a head taller than she was but she didn't back down an inch. I took her by the shoulders and said, "You will get fucked tonight. Understand?"

"Maybe…maybe not" she replied, but she came in just a bit closer and let the bulge in her panty rub my thigh.

That was as much insolence as I was going to take from her. I grabbed her under her thighs with one arm and nestled her torso in my other arm and swept her off her feet. She wrapped her bare arms around me as I held her like a child. She still had that strange look in her eyes but when her mouth came open in a breathless sigh I kissed her and was heartened to feel her kiss me back with passion.

I strode over to the bed with her in my arms, booted legs dangling, her face looking at me with heavy lidded eyes. She was breathing heavily through her flared nostrils. When we reached the edge of the bed Delia said "If you're gonna fuck me, fuck me hard, Penny. Try, please try, to satisfy me." It was a concession with a challenge. I could see it in her eyes.

I threw her onto the bed and when she stopped bouncing on the mattress, I issued my own challenge by stripping off my panty and pointing my rock hardness towards her face. She scrambled around on the bed and brought her face right in front of my cockhead. She opened her mouth, unfurled her tongue, and took all of me in one gliding motion that made her nose tickle my belly. She knew how to suck cock, that was for sure. And to see that sweet face sliding back and forth on my cock was heaven itself. 

I enjoyed her wet attentions for a long while until I could feel her saliva and my own pre-cum mixing into a perfect lubricant. I pulled her off me and gave her a soft slap across the cheek. "Get your panties off and show me your ass, honey. You're going to get fucked."

She gave me a quick smirk of approval and quickly stripped off the thong. She got on her knees, pointing her gorgeous round globes of ass cheek at me. If there was any other erotic motivation I needed to keep me aroused, it was Delia's distended kidskin ballsac dangling between her thighs. I took a gob of her saliva and my pre-cum from the tip of my cock and rubbed it into her asshole. First one finger, then two, then three, opening her up, while she moaned in unintelligible syllables.

I got up behind her, rubbed my cockhead along her glistening crack, then with one hand, I pointed the missile head of my cock right at the winking pink hole in front of me. Contact! Delia ooohed as I pushed forward. I could feel her natural resistance. A little more pressure from my weight as I gently guided myself into her sweet ring. And then the glorious moment when I could feel her body relax the tension and let my cock slide into her honeypot. We both let out a slow growl of pleasure as we joined. Delia opened up her thighs a little wider and I used my hands on her hips as leverage to insert myself to the max inside her asshole.

"Fuck me." Delia groaned in a throaty whisper.

I decided to let my cock do the talking for me. I pulled all the way out, enjoyed the sight of her wide-open cavern, and then plunged right back in without warning or pretense of gentleness. Delia's entire body spasmed at this assault but I could feel her pushing her ass back at my cock trying to get as much as possible into her asshole. I repeated the pattern over and over and over again, pumping her with everything I had. And she took all I could give as she bit her arm and the bedclothes trying to muffle her squeals. I fucked her in a frenzy until I could feel her knees begin to weaken. So I flipped her onto her back, got her booted legs up on my shoulders and fucked her face to face.

Watching her below me, I had to smile at the remembrance of her brazen attitude when she first arrived in the room not so very long ago. She wasn't so full of swagger now. No, her mouth was open, tongue hanging on the corner of her ruby red lips, a small piece of drool running down her cheek, and those once insolent eyes were now misty with tears and ruined mascara while she twitched under the strong fucking she was getting.

I never said a word. I simply continued banging her tight ass. I enjoyed the feeling of being inside Delia's asshole and the added sensation of her boots rubbing my shoulders. After awhile, Delia began a chant. "Oh, Penny, fuck my ass! Oh, Penny, fuck my ass! Oh, Penny, fuck my ass!" I could feel her little cock throbbing between us. Then I felt the hot moisture from her orgasm on both our stomachs.

"Satisfied, Delia?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

She simply looked up at me with almost visible stars in her eyes. I pulled my cock out of her ass and was surprised at the purple swelled tissue covered in glistening juices. But I was not yet satisfied myself. So I moved up her torso and once again pointed the cockhead at her mouth. She deep-throated me and when she pulled it out she gasped "I can taste my own ass on you!" Then she went down on me again and after a short while of imagining her tasting her own asshole on my cock, and feeling the velvet-y tongue and mouth on me, I orgasmed a stream of hot cum in Delia's mouth. "Now, I'm satisfied too." I said and leaned over to kiss her.

Lying side by side, nestled in my arms, Delia looked over at me and asked, "Can we do it again…just like that?"

"Sure, baby" I said. "Give me a kiss…you know what you need to do."