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Dirty Little Secret

By: Iread2relax



Hello everyone, and welcome. This is another story that my friend Savin and I worked on together. Please read it and I hope you enjoy. Please vote and remember to comment. All feedback is valued and welcomed. This story can fit under many different categories, so I selected the one I thought fit the best.

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Robin wanted her brother to leave and go to the game with his friends. She wanted to be alone. You see, Robin was horny, extremely and unnaturally horny. Her plan was to go to her room and watch some of her favorite naughty videos as she pleasured herself.

Finally¸ she was alone. Pulling out her secret stash, she popped her favorite "ASSignment: Kikki's Presentation." Robin quickly undressed and climbed into her bed. The video started and Kikki appeared on screen. She walked into her office waiting for her work assignment with the other girls.

Anticipating what was about to happen, Robin began rubbing her tits. Her nipples were hard and needed to be stroked. She fondled her tits as the action in the movie became hotter. Oh, oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Kikki groaned as she engaged in the assignment she was given. 

Robin's hand slid down to her pussy and she began to stroke her slit. She imagined that she was not in her room alone, but with two of the men on screen. So engrossed in the fantasy was Robin, that she didn't realized her private session was being watched.

Spreading her thighs as far as she could, Robin inserted three fingers inside her hot snatch and pumped vigorously. She watched the action in the movie as two more girls and another man joined in on the fun. Kikki's ASSignment came inside Kikki and one of the together girls wanted to eat a snack.

Robin was riveted as she watched the girl slowly slurp cum from Kikki's cum-soaked slit. Kikki was eagerly licking the cum off of her partner. The other guy in the room took position behind the girl that was cleaning Kikki, and began to fuck her doggy style. 

Robin was close. So close that she was moaning out loud. Her neighbor, Mr. Richard Tiny, also known as Dick Tiny, knew Robin was up to something, he just didn't know what. He saw her brother leave and saw Robin rush to close her blinds to her room. He knew she was up to something naughty .Dick wanted Robin, even though he was 30 years older than her and not at all attractive. The young hot bodied woman set his loins ablaze.

Dick sat inside his bedroom and watched the closed curtain of the young girl that spurred his desire. Robin was extremely vocal and her lustful wails teased and tantalized her sexually charged neighbor. Listening to the loud groan and moans coming from Robin's window, he couldn't take it anymore. He knew where his neighbor's kept the spare key to the backdoor, so he walked over for a visit.

Dick let himself into his neighbor's home and headed straight to Robin's bedroom. Quietly he pushed her door open. Watching the young woman play with herself, he grasped his five inch tool in his hand and stroked. 

When Robin squealed, that was all it took for Dick to shoot five hard ropes of hot cum into the air. He grunted, "Uuunnnggggg!" 

Robin looked up and screamed. What was Mr. Dick doing in her bedroom? Robin scrambled to cover herself. "Mr. Dick, how did you get in here?" she demanded.

Dick Tiny wore a look of embarrassment. He blurted out, "Look, Ms. Robin, I intend no harm. Yes. It is completely my fault. You see--you see. I--I was.." Dick could not say much further.

Robin could see truth in his eyes but she still wanted to know why and how her neighbor just entered her private quarters. She was sure Dick was somewhat frightened and she thought she could take advantage of the situation. She advanced towards him and he went back a step. Robin was now sure he was in her control.

"Just tell me how and why you entered into my private quarters. You know this is a crime and I can call cops." Robin made her wide eyes even wider.

"Robin, please let me explain." Dick pleaded. "I have been friends with your family for years as you know. I often check on things when your family goes on trips. I used the spare key hidden in the secret place to get in. I followed your moans to find your bedroom. I needed to see your beautiful pussy up close." Dick breathed heavily. 

Rob could see Dick was trembling and she also realized that her hands covering her pussy were now busy in gesticulating and she had exposed her wet pussy to Dick. She showed as if she was unaware of this and advanced further.

Dick's eyes were glued on her hot snatch. She had it neatly trimmed with a golden arrow pointing to her hot center. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Dick moaned softly as he imagined what that beautiful little pussy would taste like.

"Mr. Dick," Robin called, "I should call the police. You are not supposed to be in here."

"Look--look. Please don't call the cops. I-I knew you feel horny at times and I could hear--"

"Hear what?" Rob demanded faking anger. She was still totally naked and realized slowly her horniness was returning. She could feel wetness in her cunt.

"Well-well I heard you moaning. And I-I knew it was moaning from your masturbation."

"So?" Robin could hardly control her vaginal fluids from dripping downwards.

"You see-I-I too felt very lonely and horny. I wanted to masturbate myself."

"Then you could've done it in your room, in your own home, darn it!" Rob was now enjoying every bit of this event.

"Well I wanted to see you masturbating and then do it myself," Dick stuttered.

"But y'know it's still a crime and needs punishment."

"I beg you. Please don't call police. You can give me whatever punishment you want to give me." Dick spread his palms surrendering his will to Robin. She could see his small withered cock hanging limply--almost apologetic.

"Oh--your tool. It is so small. That's why your name is Dick Tiny. Tiny Dick," Rob laughed and Dick cringed.

"See Miss Robin. It is small but becomes bigger when excited," Dick explained.

"No, I don't believe you. Let me see it closely," Rob demanded.

Dick moved forward and Rob could see his poor hanging tool. It was reddish white with somewhat withered skin. Its head was jutting out and was pink. It had small droplets of his semen still sticking out. Dick's dick was surrounded by grey white pubic hair. Even they had drops of his cum sticking.

"You say it becomes hard when excited. But it is not becoming big. You can see me naked. You can see my pussy, my tits--everything no? You are lying. I think I will have to--"

"No, no. Please Miss Robin. Please don't call cops. I will prove my point. You just lie on your bed as you were and show your open cunt to me and start masturbating. Then-then you will see my cock becoming bigger and harder."

"I will do that but with one condition. I will open my cunt and show you--but you will have to masturbate me. I mean finger-fuck me." Robin commanded.

"All right. But promise me you will not call the police." Dick begged.

"Yes, done. Now get on with your job!" Robin ordered and went to her bed facing Dick. She jutted her cunt towards the front. The full wide lips of her pussy separated and showed her thick clit, her pee hole below it and her deep red vaginal passage leading to her uterus. Walls of her cunt, lips and clit were all smeared with thick white cum. 

Dick came forward and kneeled in front of Rob. He first covered her neatly trimmed pussy gently with his palm and smoothly moved it. Robin felt as if a soft feather is moving across her pussy--her clit, cunt everything. Like a volcano ready to squirt her cunt juices wanted to explode and come out rapidly.

Robin spread her thighs waiting in anticipation for her much older neighbor to play with her pussy. The sight of the older man's small cock surrounded by thick gray hair excited Robin. You see, Robin loved small dicks. She'd take a nice firm five incher over huge cock any day.

Small cocks stimulated her. They were usually just long enough to rub against her g-spot when she was being fucked. Dick's tiny dick looked like something she could have fun with.

Then she felt his fingers massaging her moist nether lips. Already covered in cum, Robin's pussy was at the peak of sensitivity so much so that even a tiny breeze could set her off.

Dick moaned as he touched her pussy. He loved the feel, scent, and softness of her aroused fleshed. He wanted to taste, but she had ordered him to only masturbate her. Soon, Robin's clit peeked out of its hood and Dick flicked it lightly.

Robin's hips shot off of the bed at the sensation, groaning out loud. Liking her reaction, Dick increased his pleasure by brutally assaulting her clit. Robin was in orgasmic heaven, but he wasn't through.

Robin's pussy opened up before him and he looked at the soft pink inside of her hole that was coated in her cum. Cupping three of his fingers, he slammed them inside of her and began to furiously finger fuck her. Robin was aggressively fucking his hand.

Dick's cock was hard now and stood at a stiff five inches. "Mr. Dick, Oh God, that feels so fucking good" Robin exclaimed. Dick fingered her even harder.

Robin looked down and saw his hard cock. She reached and grabbed to and began to pump him furiously.

"Ahhhhhhh! Damn! Shit girl!" Dick exclaimed as she gave him an amazing hand job, not once removing his hand from her pussy.

"Stop!" Robin declared. "I need to fuck. Shove that hard cock in me Dick."

Dick grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. He wasted no time is slamming her with his tiny dick. He pounded her furiously with her screaming at him every time he entered.

Dick felt his balls began to clench. Robin felt her pussy began to throb. He knew he was close. She knew she was close. "FUCK!" they both exclaimed simultaneously as they rocketed into the most intense orgasm they had achieved in a long time.

Dick was breathing hard, when Robin reminded him that he wasn't finished being punished. "Now", she demanded, "Suck your cum out of my pussy. And you'd better lick me clean."

Dick smiled, "Gladly" he moaned , as Robin spread her thighs to accommodate his head. Dick quickly began slurping the juices from her cum soaked slit. Their combined juices were delicious to the old man. He licked the outside of her pussy, then inserted his tongue and licked around her opening slowly.

He covered her entire cunt with his mouth and sucked. The sensation of having her entire puss sucked into his hot eager mouth made Robin cry out in ecstasy.

Robin was trying to let him stay in control and not face fuck him, but the old man was talented with his lips and tongue. He had an extremely long tongue that entered her pussy lapping up her juices causing her head to spin.

Before she could stop, she came again all over his face. Dick happily ate her cum, while waiting for her to continue with his punishment.

Robin came down from her sex induced high. She looked at her neighbor. This man was in no way attractive. She didn't want anyone to know what she'd done with him, because it would be embarrassing for her. He was old, chunky, and very married.

Robin liked Dick's wife, Mary, and she would hate for her to learn that her husband of 25 years broke their vows. 

"What time will Mary be home?" She asked. Dick immediately looked contrite, because in spite of lusting after this girl, he loved his wife and never wanted to hurt her.

Dick looked away from the young girl, he could not face her. He knew if she told Mary about this, his life would be destroyed.

"Mary should be home any minute now." He answered quietly. 

Robin took a deep breathe. "Get dressed, go home, and shower. She will be able to smell the sex on you and we can't have that."

Dick stood and nodded quickly leaving her room. Robin called after him, "When we are alone I will call you Dick. In front of everyone else I will call you Mr. Dick. Understand. I've never had it this good and I will want it again. So, don't even think that I am going to stop fucking you. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this. I will deny it and you will look foolish, understand." She declared, her eyes flashing with heat as Dick recalled the moments of passion they shared.

Her words hurt, but he understood. If the news of their activities got out, it would wreak havoc on their lives. Deep down, he also knew she didn't want people to know that she'd fucked him, a horny old man.

"Y...yes, Robin" he stammered. "But you must know that I have to be able to take care of my wife as...'

Robin silenced him by placing her finger over his lips. "No, you listen. Normally, I don't share my cock. But, since Mary had you first, I will share with her, but when I call you. I want you here, naked, and ready."

Dick nodded. Realizing his good fortune, he had his beautiful loyal wife at home whom he could make love to whenever, and he also had a hot bitch that was willing to let him fuck her brains out at any time.

He felt his cock harden again, but knew he needed to get back to his house.

He moved to kiss Robin, but she would not allow that.

"Dick, no kissing. We will fuck each other, lick and suck each other, and even perform various acts on each other, but kissing is not allowed. Now, go home."

Dick finished dressing, rushed to his house, and jumped in and out of the shower just before Mary walked in.

Dick went home very pleased. he always wanted to be a slave of a demanding woman and his wish was fulfilled today. He was just relaxing with a drink when Mary came in with a few purchases and wandered around. She sniffed like a dog and said, "Dick what scent are you wearing today? It is a ladies perfume!"

Dick was defensive and his face showed embarrassment. "No, no--I don't know.." he stuttered.

Mary came near him, sniffed again and said, "Yes, you are wearing that perfume. Shit. You should be ashamed!"

Dick suddenly got an idea and blurted out, "Ah, yes. I see. A big fat lady bumped into me when I was walking around that corner. She was wearing this awful perfume."

Mary was very sure about her husband's timidness so she bought the idea. She changed the topic and said, "Dick do you know what happened today? My exercise shorts tore at the joint and I went to buy new. But they are out of stock. So I will have to do my yoga till the new stocks arrive!"

"My goodness! That is awful." Dick exclaimed.

"I had not done my yoga today for that reason--now I have to do that in my torn shorts," Mary said and went into another room. After a while Dick could hear her spread a small rug and start her exercise. Dick had finished his drink and wanted another so he went to the same room--fridge was there.

What he saw was an amazing scene. Mary had arched her body in a yoga posture. Her pubic area jutted outward prominently. Her tight shorts were torn exactly at the same zone. Her pink pussy along with her grey bush peeped towards Dick invitingly. "Oh, my God!" Dick muttered audibly.

"Dick, what are you doing here?" Mary demanded.

"I came to pick my drink and what I see is--is--"

"What do you see?"

"Oh your--your cunt, Mary. It is popping out of the torn shorts. The sight is lovely!"

"Is that? Your comment makes me horny. Yoga needs concentration and I am getting horny." Mary said still in her arched posture.

"I can see that!" Dick said. He could see Mary's pink-white jagged pussy with hanging lips which were already dripping wet with her cum.

"I have to remain in this position for at least a minute. Can you wipe my--my cunt, please?" Mary urged.

Dick was more than ready. He kneeled and with his finger started wiping Mary's cum. Then suddenly he got an idea. Just half an hour ago he had tasted Robin's cum but he had never tasted Mary's. She had never demanded nor had he dared. This was his great chance

Now Mary's cum had had almost started running down. Dick moved forward took out his tongue and started licking Mary's cunt from her deep hole slowly upwards towards her clitoris which had by now swollen bigger than a peanut.

Mary jumped when Dick's tongue reached Mary's clit.

"Oh, I am sorry," Dick said.

"No, no. Please continue. I might cum more--I am very very horny," Mary shouted.

After a few seconds she begged at Dick, "Dick, please, please fuck me hard. My cunt is desperate--bang her, pump her with all your might."

Dick looked at his small dick--it was still small. I can't--my cock is not yet hard.

Mary looked disappointed but then recovered and said, "Ok. Finger fuck me as hard as you can Mr Tiny Dick!"

Dick obliged and fucked Mary vigorously with his two and then three fingers till at the end Mary collapsed in a heap with a gasp.

Mary was spent. "OH, Dick," she gasped between breaths. " I love when you finger-fuck me. You always hit it just right."

Dick's stomach growled and Mary got up to go fix dinner. When she reached to retrieve her clothes, Dick stopped. "No, my love." He said staring at her thick gray-white pubs as she stood." Let your pussy breath. I want to be able to touch it while you make dinner."

Mary smiled. She loved being nude. She walked around nude most of the time and only dressed when she cooked or when guest arrived out of courtesy.

Mary went into the kitchen and Dick followed her. While she was preparing the chicken and pasta for their dinner, Dick was stealthily caressing her fat pussy. Mary walked over to the sink to wash off the meat and Dick stood behind her circling both his arms around her and used both hands to open her pussy and tease her clit with his probing digits.

Mary loved having her cunt massaged, so she carefully lifted her legs to give him easier access.

Before long, she was climaxing again all over her husband's eager fingers.

As he held her through her orgasm, Dick thought, I can do this. I can fuck two women. I just have to make sure I keep both of them satisfied.

Mary came down from her sex-induced high and ordered Dick out of the kitchen. "I want to know the name of that perfume. I like it." she called to his back as he left the room.

Dick went into their bathroom, removed his undershirt and threw it in the hamper. In his hurry to dress after fucking Robin, he accidentally put the wrong shirt back on. He knew then that he needed to be more careful.

Mary finished dinner and they sat down to eat. Dick's mind was overactive. He kept thinking about his time spent with his sexy young neighbor. How wonderful her snatch tasted. He wondered when, he'd get to fuck her again.

"Dick, Dick!" Mary called. "What are you thinking so hard about?" Then she looked at his crotch. His five inch cock was rock hard and oozing precum. 

Mary's mouth watered, because she loved sucking in his tiny dick. It was easy to suck the whole thing in and she never had to worry about getting choked.

"Ummmmm, baby, give me my dessert." She declared as she engulfed her husband's rock hard member with her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhh" Dick moaned. He loved it. Robin hadn't sucked him off, but he knew she had skills. His wife knew exactly what to. She licked the small head of his cock. Twirling her tongue around it like it was a lollipop. Then she forcibly drew his head into her mouth. After that, she bobbed her head up and down on it in rapid motion for a moment, before she took him all the way to her throat.

Dick began to throat-fuck his wife. He loved the feel of her tongue and saliva all over his tool. He had come several times already and wasn't sure he had any left, but he kept right on fucking her throat.

Before long he tell-tell signs of his completion was upon him as he spewed short burst of his baby juice into his wife's hot mouth.

"Ummmmm, I love your spunk. It tastes sooooo good." Mary groaned after she licked the last drop of cum off the tip if his dick. Dick was dried out and could not go any more.


Dirty Little Secret



Fortunately for him, Mary had other plans for that afternoon. She's made arrangements to meet with a certain young man who was well equipped to meet her needs. 

As much as she loved her husband, and Mary did love her husband, she loved having her pussy pounded by a big cock. She had plans to meet with a man who more than met her requirements. He was young, strong, and sporting ten inches of hard man meat.

Dick went into the den to watch a little of the games as Mary cleaned up the kitchen. She sat with him a little while before telling him she was going to play cards at Sally's house.

Dick gave her a noncommittal grunt and Mary left the house headed for her secret rendezvous. 

Aidan, her young neighbor was more than enough of a man for her needs. She never thought she'd ever cheat on Richard, but his tiny dick wasn't enough for her. She needed more.

Aidan had a game tonight, but they had made arrangements for him to meet her at local hotel. She parked her car at the local mall and walked the block and a half to the Days Inn where her young and energetic lover awaited.

Days Inn was warm but Mary's loins were not only warm but they were on fire. She was excited and her cunt was overflowing with juices. She had worn light slacks and did not want her cum to show as dark spots on her slacks. She could see just a small yellowish blob at the crotch and wished it did not grow and arouse curious looks.

But her fears were unfounded because before she knew it she was in a small room with Aidan. The room wasn't much but was just ok for their purpose. Mary had become so horny that as soon as they were in she put Aidan's hand on her crotch and started rubbing vigorously.

"Mary, Mary--be patient," Aidan started taking his hand off.

"No, no, Aid. I want to use every moment with you," Mary said with mock anger.

"Ok, ok," Aidan said and kept on rubbing his hand on her pussy covered by her slacks. The blob was becoming bigger and Aidan's hand too became sticky. But Mary was busy in unbuckling the belt on Aidan's trousers. She unzipped his fly and lowered his underwear.

Like an angry snake, a dark red penis jumped in front of Mary and started wavering as a palm tree does in strong wind. Mary looked at Aidan's strong long and muscular cock with greed. She massaged it playfully and lightly slapped it as it moved here and there. It was glistening with his moist precum. The view was too inviting for Mary and she pulled the muscular member towards her and started licking and sucking it like a schoolgirl does with an ice candy. In the process Aidan's activity of rubbing Mary's pussy got disrupted but he was not complaining. he was thoroughly enjoying Mary's sucking of his cock.

Eventually she pulled away for a moment and hurriedly removed her slacks. The blob had grown to a size of a big coin. she undid her panty and her fat pussy surrounded by thick growth of greying pubic hair became visible. Her labia and pubic hair were all covered with her cunt juices. As Aidan put his flat palm on her pussy it almost got stuck.

Old bitch is becoming hornier as every day passes by but her cum can be used as an adhesive or glue, mused Aidan and smiled to himself.

"What is it? Why are you smiling?" Mary asked.

"No, nothing. Thought I could use your cunt juice as a glue in my craft-work!" Aidan said and naughtily started playing with Mary's boobs which were rather elongated like cow's udders. He removed her top and undid her flimsy bra and started tugging at her udder-like breasts. Mary was enjoying all this and was now bursting in her cunt.

"I don't want to cum without any action, Aid. Please fuck me and fuck me hard!" Mary was almost begging. She started stroking his cock which had become huge now.

"Please fuck me hard and abuse me--I am all yours. Do anything but I want that huge piece in my cunt. Tear my cunt till it bleeds. Go ahead," she pleaded.

"Ok, bitch. You want it all isn't it you dirty whore. I will fuck you dry till your pussy aches for weeks," said Aidan and made Mary turn around. He wanted to fuck her doggy style. He pulled away Mary's bums till he could clearly see the parting line, then her dark red anus with a pea size growth at the rim. Then a bit of land and her thick and wide loose cunt. He shoved his cock in her slit with a big thrust. It could slide inside easily so much was Mary's cunt lubricated but as he thrust it deeper her cunt started tightening. Aidan enjoyed this because he thought cunt being so loose he will not have any pleasure but because of his large cock Mary had tightened her vaginal muscles and his cock got a good grip.

They fucked for a good measure of twenty minutes and cummed together.

None knew that back in Mary's house Dick and Rob were playing a game of dog and bitch in heat. Dick smelled Robin's cunt for a long time and licked it too equally longer as dogs do and then tried to ride her doggy style but his cock was too soft for penetration and so he decided to use his fingers. Cupping the four fingers on his right hand, Dick inserted most of his hand inside her waiting pussy. Robin squealed in delight as his fingers stretched her open. Dick could not cum anymore so he took great pleasure in tasting her sweetness as her pussy throbbed all over his hand. Their game too lasted for half an hour.

Mary felt guilt for a moment. How dare she cheat on Dick? He was loyal and good to her. It was not his fault his dick was woefully small and did not satisfy her. He did not deserve this.

Aidan looked over at this much older lover and saw that she was pondering something. He knew she was thinking about her husband and how wrong this was.

Aidan had always had a crush on Mary Tiny. She used to babysit him and his sister when they were younger. As he grew older, his feelings changed and became more pronounce.

A few months ago, when he kissed her for the first time in her kitchen, he expected her to slap him, yell at him, or at the very least explain why they could not do this.

He did not expect her to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him with all of the hidden passion that she'd kept buried for so long.

He made love to her the first time on the kitchen table while her husband slept in their bedroom upstairs. 

In all honesty, Mary tried to end the affair, but she could not give up his cock. Mary loved his cock. It was nine and a half inches long and two inches in diameter and he never went soft.

He asked Mary about her sex life with Dick, her husband, but she refused to talk about him.

"My marriage is not a part to this, understand Aidan. I love being with you, but I will not leave Dick. Let's keep this between us. That way, no one gets hurt." Mary told her young lover.

Meanwhile, Mary was thinking about the young man that had pleasured her so completely. Was this relationship fair to him? He should be dating young women that he could start a family with? Even if she wasn't as old as she was, she was still married and could not really be a part of his future. 

Then she thought about Dick. He was a good man. He never cheated and did all he could to satisfy her despite the fact that his dick was so small. Take this afternoon, he ate her pussy and finger-fucked her to completion.

Aidan's phone rang. "Hello, oh hey. I'll be home in a bit. I had something to take care of. Robin, no I haven't seen her, but ..."

"Mary, I've got to go but I'll miss you. Don't let him fuck you tonight. I know he's your husband, but you're my woman now. I don't like sharing." Aidan demanded as he dressed.

"Aidan, we've talked about this. My marriage is not-" She started to explain before he cut her off.

"Don't, Mary, don't tell me you love him. Don't tell me he's your husband. You didn't just cum all over his dick. You came on mine. It's my scent that's covering your body. It's my cum that's running out of your pussy. You're mine, Mary and one day I will take you from him." Aidan declared.

Mary walked over to her young lover. She was 25 years older than him and truly had no right to ruin him the way she had done. She had no words for him, so she just kissed him. She kissed him and then let him sneak out of the hotel room, before she walked back to her car.

After Aidan left, Mary took a quick shower to before going home to her unsuspecting husband.

Meanwhile, earlier that evening, Robin watched as Mary left for her weekly games with her friends. She then snuck over to the neighbor's house to see Dick. He was asleep when she knocked on the door. 

Robin was ready to fuck. She wanted his small dick, but knew they didn't have much time. Unfortunately for her, her much older lover was spent and could not get hard. However, he made it up to her and ate her out like a champion.

Dick was a master at eating pussy and he loved the way Robin's pussy tasted. He licked her slit, sucked her clit, and fingered her through multiple orgasms.

After engaging in amorous activities for a couple of hours Dick noticed the time.

"Robin," he whispered. "Mary will be back soon. You have to go." As he moved to kiss her, Robin turned away.

"No kissing, Dick. Remember the rules." Robin reminded him gently.

"Dick, ummmm, Dick." Robin whispered. Then she stood quickly as, they embraced briefly, and then she left. Dick grabbed some air freshener and sprayed to cover up any scents that may have lingered.

A few minutes later, Mary walked in. She looked flushed and a little tired. Dick thought that was a bit strange, but he was glad his wife had finally made it home.

Meanwhile, Robin was being confronted by her brother as she snuck in from her secret meeting with her much older lover.

Robin was lying in her bed when her brother came in. "Would you like to have some coffee?" Aidan asked his sister.

"Umm. Yes--yes hon!" Robin was still reminiscent of her pussy licking session. She even was rubbing her fingers over her pussy though over a gown which she was wearing. She did not notice Aidan was in the doorway. In any case her eyes were closed.

Aidan thought it strange that his sister should be rubbing her pussy in his presence. He thought she would be half asleep and having some dream. So he went close and tapped lightly on her shoulder. 

She was lying on her tummy on the bed. Robin stirred a little and moved her hand slowly in the air. Her hand caught Aidan's front. She slowly slid her palm till it reached Aidan's crotch. 

Though Rob was his sister his cock aroused at the soft feminine touch. But he knew it was wrong and he moved back a few inches. Robin's hand stretched and sought Aidan's cock again. She held his cock in her palm's grip and mumbled, "Oh Dick--it's quite big isn't it?"

Aidan swiftly moved aside and nearly shouted, "Rob, Robin--it's me--Aidan, your brother! What are you doing?"

Robin suddenly realized something was amiss. She rolled over her back and saw Aidan standing near her bed--his erect cock still pushing at the cloth of his trunks. In her quick movement her gown fluttered briefly in the air and Aidan could see his sister's smooth thighs meeting at her shaved pussy. He even noticed that a milky white fluid had collected at the slit of her cunt. He realized his sister had become horny.

"Oh, Aid! I am sorry--so sorry. I was having a d-dream. I-I did something while I was dreaming. Please forgive me."

"It's okay, Rob. But what were you dreaming about?" Aidan demanded.

"Oh, no. Please don't ask. You shouldn't ask such a question." Robin had come to her senses.

Aidan brought two cups of coffee and held one in front of her. She accepted it gleefully and started sipping the warm liquid. Aidan was watching her all the time. He jumped a question to her, "Who is Dick?"

Rob was startled. She slopped some coffee on her gown and her bed. "Oh, Aid--I told you know. You shouldn't ask such a question to your sister."

"No--I want to know. Who is this Dick--is he your boyfriend?"

"What Dick--how did you get this name?" Robin was still confused and probing.

"You were speaking this name when--when you--you were holding my--my--" Aidan blurted.

"Oh--oh that. I was just telling someone about, um, about his--his cock!" Robin managed to tell Aidan.

"Who is that someone?" Aidan persisted.

"Oh no. Aidan, you are impossible" Robin laughed nervously. "Nobody. I was just dreaming. Can I not dream about a male?"

"Sure you can. But I thought you were a little too friendly with that guy next door--Dick Tiny. A couple of times I noticed you talking with him for a little too long." Aidan stated concerned.

Robin froze and her face was ashen but she tried to remain calm. She realized that her forehead had collected sweat beads. She did not say anything.

"Robin--honey. Are you all right?"

""Humm. Yes, yes I am all right," Robin managed to speak but she was avoiding Aidan's gaze.

Aidan put his face opposite to his sister's and said, "Come on, sis. Tell me, tell me. I know you are hiding something from me."

Robin screwed her courage and looked in Aidan's eyes. She could hold it no more. She put her head on his shoulders and whispered, "Yes, yes Aid. Dick Tiny and I have sex sometimes. I mean--I mean we've only fucked a few times, but he-he is a kinda slave of me. I-I am his mistress."

"Oh, I see." Aidan exclaimed. Robin was surprised that he was not angry.

Aidan was touched by his sister's innocence and honesty. It pinched him that he was holding his secret away from her. He decided to tell her about that too.

Aidan stood pensively for a moment thinking, Maybe, just maybe he could use this to finally claim Mary. If Dick wanted Robin, maybe he could let Mary go.

"How serious are you about Dick, Robin? He is married. It's obvious he loves Mary and she doesn't deserve to be hurt by this." Aidan declared a little too strongly.

"I like Mary, Aidan. I don't want to hurt her, but Dick. Dick, he's amazing." Robin explained as she felt her body quicken again.

Aidan sat on the chair next to her bed. "Do you think he'd leave her, Mary I mean, for you?" he asked quietly.

Chuckling Robin answered, "He loves her. He'd never leave. She'd probably have to leave him first." She then went to the bathroom to relieve her bladder.

Aidan thought Mary's not going to leave him. I wonder if she found out he was cheating, Damn it! I can't tell her. I won't hurt her like that. "Fuck!" Aidan swore out loud as Robin re-entered her bedroom.

"Aidan what's wrong?" Robin queried. It was clear that he was upset by something.

"Nothing, sis," He answered dismissively.

"No, I told you my secret. What's wrong Aidan? You came to my room. You haven't come to my room since we were thirteen, six years ago." Robin declared. "Now tell me what's wrong?"

Aidan covered his face with his hands. Dropping his head, he revealed his secret. "I'm in love with Mary Tiny. We've been secretly dating for the last four months. She won't leave him. If she knew about you, she might. It would hurt her, and I don't want her hurt."

Robin was stunned. Her twin was fucking their much older neighbor. "Wait, you and Mary? Really? When did this happen? How?"

"I will tell you, but you must tell me about Dick." Aidan declared.

"I went to her house one afternoon four months ago when Dick was gone, or so I thought. Her backdoor was unlocked so I let myself in. She didn't hear me because she was doing her yoga and her music was loud. I walked into the room she was stretching in the nude and clearly in view was her pussy. She was bent over backwards and her pussy was pushed up.

I startled her when I cleared my throat. 

She quickly covered herself and asked me to give her a moment. A few seconds later she joined me in her kitchen wearing a thin robe. I knew she was nude under the robe and I needed to touch her. I wanted to feel her gorgeous mature pussy.

She offered me soda and bent to get us a drink from her frig. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her and cupped her hot snatch.

It was hot, moist, and needed to be fucked.

She pushed me back, but I didn't hear her. I turned her to face me and kissed her while I rubbed her pussy.

She returned my kiss and I then lifted her to the table where I fucked her for the first time. She was so hot and tight. I've never had a woman that made me feel so good. 

She will not leave him. Says she loves him, but he doesn't satisfy her. I love her. Robin. What can I do?"

Robin felt horrible for her brother. "Aidan, wow!"

"How did you and Dick happen?" Aidan asked, "You promised to tell me."

Robin told her brother about Dick sneaking in to watch her masturbate and how she made him into her sex slave.

Aidan was stunned. The hour was late, and Aidan bid his sister a Good Night as he headed to his room.

Robin lay in her bed thinking, as she dozed off an idea came to her. They both could have their older lovers and no one would be the wiser. Smiling she fell asleep determined to share her plan with her brother the next morning.

The next morning, Robin had an early class, so she didn't have a chance to talk to Aidan before hse left. She did notice that Dick was watching her from his bedroom window.

She climbed into the Toyota she shared with her brother and drove to class.

Dick stood in the window and watched his sexy young neighbor leave for class. He could not help but think of the amorous activities from the day before.

"What are you looking at, Dick?" Mary asked when she entered the room.

"Oh, nothing love, just our young neighbor, Robin, heading to school. I must go and see if Joe needs help with the engine he is rebuilding." He added dismissively.

"That's nice, dear." Mary said, thinking to herself.  I wonder if Aidan is up. Damn, I miss that boy.

Joe, the twins' father, came to his garage and Dick walked over to greet him. Mary stood in the kitchen, looking out of the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her young lover. Eventually, Aidan came into view.

Mary sighed as she thought about the naughty things she'd done with her young lover the night before. Eventually, his friends pulled up and she watched him bound out of the door and into the car with his friends.

Later that day, both of the young adults were back at home. Robin walked into her brother's bedroom and locked his door. He was napping, so she had to wake him.

"Aidan, wake up." She whispered.

"What the fu..!" Aidan yelled. 

"Shhhhhh! Mom and Dad are in the kitchen, I have an idea. Listen." Sitting on his bed, Robin revealed her thoughts to her brother.

"I want Dick and you want Mary. If we work together, we can have them and protect them from the truth as well." Robin told her brother.

We have to find a way to be with them at the same time. For example, if Dick is over here, you can have Mary at their house. Better yet, if you and Mary meet at the Day's Inn, then I can spend time with Dick. We just have to make sure our schedules match."

"Wait, are you saying. We cooperate and help each other keep the affairs secret." Aidan stated understanding dawning.

OK, Sis, let's try something" Aidan suggested. "Mary is in the back of the house and Dick is in the front, let's sneak over and see if they could get some action."

So the horny young ones slipped over to the neighbors, Mary was sunning herself by the pool as Aidan walked up. She was wearing a black two piece swimsuit that barely covered her ample breast. Aidan stared at the grey pubs that stuck out of the top of the bottom of her suit.

"He walked over to his lover. Reaching forward, he stroked her barely covered mons. Mary's eyes flew open. Her pussy started to get wet the moment he touched it.

"Aidan, what are you doing? Dick in is the front room. Please, go home." She pleaded.

"OK, I'll leave. But first, let me play with my pussy for a minute. I just want to touch it, please. Mary, it's been a whole day. Open your legs baby, let me see my pussy." He said as his cock throbbed.




Dirty Little Secret



"Wait, let me check on Dick. He can't know about this." she added.

As Mary moved into the kitchen, Aidan followed. Mary saw Dick sitting and staring at whatever game was on the television.

When she turned to go back out to her lover, Aidan wrapped his arms around her. 

"Baby," he promised, "I'll be quiet." Slowly untied the sides of her bikini bottom exposing her pulsating pussy into view. Taking out his thick rod, he then lifted her to the countertop and entered her hot cavern in one swift motion.

Mary bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming as he stretched her open. Aidan fucked her hard and quickly.

While Aidan was pounding Mary in the kitchen, Robin was sneaking in to catch a ride on the Dick train.

Dick was watching the game. He knew Mary was outside by the pool and for a moment he felt guilty. His wife was a good woman.

He was thinking about the young hot woman next door, closing his eyes, Dick indulged in a small fantasy when her felt a hand wrap around his hard member.

"Robin, my wife, you can't be here!" Dick whispered. Robin knew Mary was otherwise occupied and would not disturb them.

"Don't worry about her baby, I'll be quiet." Robin knew that her brother was probably fucking Mary as they talked and the thought made her pussy burn. She needed a hard cock. She needed Dick's dick.

Robin snuck into the living room as her brother distracted Mary. She had one thing on her mind and that was to fuck her mature lover. She'd been fucking him for a few days now and Mary had no clue.

Aidan walked over first, because he needed to be with his woman. She waited outside until Aidan and Mary got busy.

Quietly she crept in, her short skirt doing little to hide her hot wet pussy from his view. He was waiting his hard, five inch cock already pulled out and waiting to be mounted. Robin walked over to him, turning around and sat in his lap facing the door. As she sat, he slowly inserted his hard rod deep inside her burning pussy.

He fucked her slowly and they couldn't make a sound or, his wife, Mary, who was in the next room would hear, and they could not let her catch them. 

As Robin rode his cock, Dick grabbed in to her breast and kneaded them through her top. Robin wanted his hands on her flesh, so she quickly lifted her top, exposing her huge attention starved mounds to his grasp.

Aidan fucked Mary. Robin fucked Dick. The older couple was in heaven. They had no idea that they were pawns being played in a game by these two amorous siblings.

Mary felt her pussy clench and bit down on Aidan's shoulder to muffle her scream. Dick, buried his face in the back of Robin's neck as he came to cover his scream. Aidan closed his eyes and forced himself to stay silent as he released rope after rope of hot cum inside of his lover.

Robin felt her pussy grip Dick's cock. She opened her mouth and let out a silent scream as her much older lover brought her to her peak.

While both Dick and Mary thought that their sexual adventures were unnoticed by the other. It was really not so. Both felt something was amiss. Even when they faced each other they knew something had happened. But both kept their secrets. 

Aidan was thinking hard and wanted affairs to continue. He went that night to Robin's bedroom on the pretext of seeing a TV serial which was liked by both. He confided in her sister and gave her details of his plan. At first she was scared to go along with his plan, but Aidan convinced her it would work, and finally she agreed. Both Aidan and Robin would play their respective roles and at the end of it they would permanently get to be with the person they wanted without keeping it a secret any longer. 

Aidan wanted to see the porno CD which Rob had mentioned while describing the start of her affair with Dick. Grudgingly, after bolting the door she put the CD in DVD player and they watched the fuck scenes together. Rob could see her brother's cock hardened and Aidan was sure that his sister's pussy would be dripping. 

Rob asked Aidan first, "Aid you are excited. Let me see your cock!" 

"Oh, no--you are my sis!" Aidan answered aghast that she'd make such a request.

"But I will show you my wet cunt. And in any case we are going to see something similar when we execute your plan," Rob said teasingly. 

Aidan obliged and showed his huge bulging cock to his sister. She admiringly touched and caressed it. Then she showed her wet pussy to him which he too touched and took her juice on his finger and smelled it. He smiled approvingly. 

"Now let's masturbate in privacy and retire." Robin declared and Aidan went to his room. 

A couple of days later Aidan and Robin received an invitation for a dinner party at the Tiny's house. Mary Tiny had informed Aidan and Robin's parents about their dinner plans, so everything was "official". Mary had suggested to Dick about calling the twins to confirm and Dick with the hope of seeing his secret lover had immediately agreed. 

Aidan wore only a T shirt and jeans, while Robin to wore a thin loose short frock with nothing beneath--no bra or panty. They all sat sipping their wine in the drawing room which Dick had offered them. Aidan saw to it that Dick sat opposite to Robin as he himself sat opposite to Mary. 

Mary had worn a gown and her taut nipples were showing through her dress. As decided earlier Robin opened her thighs and showed her nice shaven pussy to Dick. Dick became restless and kept watching Rob's weeping pussy. Dick's cock had bulged considerably. Mary was constantly watching Aidan, noticing the outline of his cock inside the tight jeans he wore. She wore a sheer top with a sexy, barely there bra which she aggressively flaunted lifting her ample buxom toward Aidan to draw his attention. 

After a while when everyone was reasonably drunk Aidan stood up and went near Dick. He touched the bulge on Dick's front and said, "You are watching my sister's cunt and you are excited. I know both of you are having lot of fun together sometimes. Now you don't have to hide it any more. Mary is not going to leave you for this. I know because I am also having an affair with Mary. So let us keep all this to ourselves. No one else knows. Nobody is going to be hurt or no one is going to leave his dear ones. You can enjoy with Robin!" 

Mary looked aghast for a while but as calmness returned to Dick's face she also became quiet and slowly smile returned to her face. But still no one moved so Aidan turned to Mary and said, 

"Ok, honey you and me will play a game called Dog and Bitch. You will be my bitch on heat and I will be your dog. But I believe my dear sister and your husband have played this game so I will ask Rob to guide us into this game. In return I will guide Rob and Dick on another exciting game. Now my dear Rob please come here and help us play Dog and Bitch." 

Obediently Robin came to face Aidan and Mary. She first removed her brother's clothes and pulled his erect cock. Then she asked him to be on all fours like a dog. It looked comic but exciting. She even asked him to put his tongue out. 

Turning to Mary she removed her gown. As expected she was not wearing anything inside. Robin threw the gown away and asked Mary also to be on her fours. From behind Rob first lightly touched her anus and Mary squirmed. Rob slowly moved a finger over her pussy and observed it. 

She exclaimed, "Oh, my my! Mary you are really a bitch in heat. Look how wet and sticky your cunt has become." Robin giggled.

She gave the smell of Mary's cunt juice to Aidan and asked him to smell and lick her pussy. Mary waggled around with her dangling hanging breasts and Aidan went after her smelling and licking her pussy. "Ok--now you too go to the bathroom and pee like dog and bitch. Then you lick each other's genitals and when you are ready fuck doggy-doggy. Okay?" 

Mary and Aidan nodded but Aidan got up and said. Now we will play the game exactly as you have told. But I have to guide you and Dick for your game. He tore away Dick's clothes which were not many and helped Robin to become naked. He too tested Dick's erect but small penis by pulling around and put a finger in Robin's cunt. 

He said, "All right. You both are ready for the game now. Dick you lie on the dining table facing upwards and Rob you have to squat over his body and massage every part of his body with your wet pussy. Do not leave any portion of his body. Then let him lie face down and repeat the process. That will be pussage--pussy massage. You can do that with your ass too which will be assage! Afterwards Dick will massage your whole body with his cock and balls, It is cock and ball massage. Do it till you cum on each other--okay?" 

Dick and Robin nodded. Robin squatted over Dick's feet and began. Aidan was not satisfied. Reaching between Robin's legs, Aidan spread her pussy lips apart and pushed her down so that her deep wet and dripping cunt was in touch with Dick's body. She groaned with pleasure and Dick too enjoyed the touch. Robin started rubbing Dick's body gently with her wet pussy. 

Soon Dick's feet and legs were covered with Robin's cunt-juice. Aidan went to a waiting Mary and took her to bathroom and they peed on each other and smelled and licked each other's genitals. Both became highly excited as the game progressed. 

Finally Aidan fucked Mary doggy style and both climaxed together. Like true dog and bitch they even licked each other's cum. When they were finished they looked at the other pair. Dick was massaging Robin's face and mouth with his cock and balls. His cock was very erect and exploding. He could sustain no longer and sprayed his hot semen on Robin's mouth who also shouted with pleasure and greedily licked and ate all the semen Dick had deposited on her face and mouth. 

"Aidan, thank you very much. You have opened the doors of heavenly pleasure to us," Dick said and Mary nodded completely sated. 

"Now we will have our dinner. But our game is not yet over. Robin and Mary will make special desserts for us all," declared Aidan and they all proceeded for their dinner. 

Everyone stood and headed to the kitchen nude. Dick loved looking at pussy. These two women were special and he loved each of them. His wife, Mary, had a pussy that was thick and puffy. Dusted with white-silver hair, he'd make sure he touched it. Robin's pussy was as naked as the day she was born with her clit protruding just a little. Dick was in heaven.

Mary and Robin serve the dinner while Dick and Aidan sat and talked.

"So, um, Dick. How long have you wanted my sister?" Aidan asked curiously.

Dick cleared his throat. He was still surprised to learn that his wife of over twenty plus years was having an affair. After seeing the size of the young man's tool. Dick understood.

For a brief moment he felt inadequate. He was not satisfying his wife. His penis was too small, but then Robin came into view. She loved his cock. She worshipped it. He more than satisfied her.

"I have always thought she was beautiful, but I never thought. She is amazing, your sister. I feel so lucky." Dick looked at Aidan, and had to ask. "When did you start seeing Mary? How?"

Aidan paused. Out of everything he truly respected Dick Tiny. This was a nice man and he didn't want him to hate him. But this was a difficult situation and could turn ugly at any moment.

"Dick, Mr. Tiny," Aidan began. "I have always had a crush on Mary. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She did not start our affair. I came to her."

Aidan paused. He waited for Dick to respond, but he was simply waiting for an explanation.

"The first time, "Aidan stared off lost in the memory. "The first time with her was amazing. I've never..." sighing Aidan continued, eyes glassed over. "She's an amazing woman."

Dick nodded in agreement, "This is true. My wife is a wonderful woman. I can see that you're in love with her. But she is my wife I love her too. I will never let her go." Dick concluded emphatically.

"What about Robin? She doesn't deserve to be second best. She loves you Dick. I can tell. She would never be with you otherwise." Aidan said in defense of his sister.

"Is it possible to love two women, son? " Dick asked shaking his head in confusion. "Mary is my life. She has been with me and loyal for twenty-five years. Robin is my youth. She feels me with fire and makes me feel like a man. She loves me as I am."

"I hate that I am unable to completely satisfy my wife, but I really don't mind sharing her with you, just I don't want to lose her." Dick said sadly.

"She loves you," Aidan declared much to his own disappointment. "She would never leave you for anyone, not even me." 

Meanwhile the women were talking in the kitchen. 

"So, Robin," Mary asked feeing a slight tinged of anger. "How long have you been fucking my husband?"

"Not as long as you have been fucking my brother, Mary." Robin answered tartly. "How could you ever cheat on Dick? He's wonderful, amazing, kind and the gentlest man..." Robin paused daydreaming about her much older lover.

Mary was stunned, recognizing the look of adoration on the young woman's face she knew immediately how she felt. "You love him. You are in love with my husband."

"Oh my God! Yes. I love him Mary. I don't know what..."Robin stuttered.

"I won't divorce him. He's my husband. We have a life, home together. I just wish I could have given him a child, but it wasn't meant to be." Mary smiled. "He must care about you as well, or this would not have happened." We'll figure it about alright. Let's serve dinner."

The two women brought out the food and they ate.

"Robin, come into the kitchen with me for a moment." Mary asked and Robin followed.

When the women came out they told the men what they would have for dessert.

Each woman went to her man, Robin-Dick, Mary-Aidan, and whispered a secret in his ear.

Aidan's cock was rock hard at the end of Mary's suggestion and he bent her over the table and began to fuck her from behind with long sure strokes. Dick was captivated as he watched Aidan's thick tool be swallowed by Mary's voracious cunt.

Robin not to be ignored felt like sucking, so while Dick was watching the other couple she took his cock into her mouth. Licking, slurping, and sucking to her heart's contentment.

Seeing the young woman swallow her husband's dick was enough to send Mary falling right over the edge and she came hard. Wrapping her legs tightly around Aidan, she tried to pull his entire body deep inside her sweltering cunt.

Mary's screams excited Robin even more and she needed to feel a man inside of her. Rising off of her knees, she laid back and spread her legs open on the sofa. Dick not realizing she needed to be fucked began eating her out immediately, but Robin wanted his cock.

"No, Dick. Fuck me> I need you inside me now." Ever the gentleman, Dick obliged."

Placing her legs across his shoulders, Dick fucked her as hard as his could. Seeing Aidan pound Mary gave him extra incentive to ride her young cunt with his cock. He'd pull out to the tip and ram his dick back inside of her hitting her G-spot with each stroke.

Robin came hard. The throbbing of her pussy all over his cock drove Dick over the edge. Mary was cumming again along with Aidan, also Robin.

All four adults were spent. Lying around the living room in various positions after having just had one of the most amazing encounters ever.

Catching her breath, "Now for dessert. Dick you get to eat Robin cream pie and Aidan you will have Mary cream pie."

Both men smiled as there women opened their legs wider revealing their cum-filled pussies to full view. 

They ate with relish. Dick slurped his cum from Robin's cunt paying close attention to her clit. He forcibly inserted his tongue and fucked her as she squirmed. 

Aidan, not to be outdone greedily drank his cum form Mary's slit. He suckled her clit causing her to have mini-orgasms as he brought her to the height of her pleasure.

Both women came simultaneously with an outcry so profound it could be heard from miles around.

Holding their respective lovers, Dick and Mary sighed. "Robin" Dick said, "I have deep feelings for you. But I must tell you, I have no desire to leave Mary. Can you be happy with me in this way? When you meet someone, I will gladly let you go be with him. But understand this, I love my wife."

His words hurt her, but she understood. "Dick, I don't-" Robin started to answer when Mary cut her off.

"Aidan, I feel the same way for my husband, I will not leave him, and he is right. This is not fair to you and Robin. I don't want to lose you, but I can't make you stay.. Will this be enough for you?" Mary asked nervously as she waited for his answer.

Aidan and Robin looked at each other. It was gut check time. That means time to deal with the reality.

"Dick, I'm not going to lie to you. I love being with you and I don't want to give it up. I understand you love Mary. I love Mary, too. I could never ask you to leave her. If I meet someone, and he treats me the way you do, I would have to think really hard about being with him. Baby, you've got me. As long as Mary allows it, I'm not going anywhere." Robin finally stated holding Dick close.

Aidan stood. He looked at the woman he desired and shook his head. "Mary, I want you and only you. I've wanted you for years. Since before I knew what I was feeling, you're it for me. I will not give you up. And if I ask you to choose between me and him, I will lose. So, you got me girl. I'm not leaving."

Mary cried as she happily hugged her young lover. Aidan returned her embrace closing his eyes praying they'd find a way to be together.

All four ended up living together over the years. Many people assumed that Robin and Aidan were two overgrown kids that refused to grow up and didn't want to leave home. To keep their lifestyle secret, Aidan and Robin dated people their own ages. 

Aidan even met a young lady he was serious about. She met the rest of his family and they loved her. Eventually he married, and that effectively ended his affair with Mary. 

Robin, too, eventually found love with another man. He was only fifteen years her senior, but he treated her like a princess.

Dick honored his promise to her and let her go. She eventually married as well. Dick and Mary sold their home and retired in Florida. The twins kept in touch with the much older couple for many years. Besides, they were sort of family after all.

*

Thank you for taking time to read this story. A special thanks to Savvin for lending me his talents in writing it. You're the best.



Dirty Little Secret



Phoebe nimbly stepped out of the black Jetta with a sigh before she had shut the door. She smoothed out the small wrinkles in her matching black ruffled skirt and thin cardigan. When everything seemed to be in place, she walked up the cemented pathway to the medium sized adobe house. 

She ignored the warm Arizona sun blaring down on her as if showing off how bright it could be, making Phoebe quickly dash to the door to avoid any perspiration. Using a slender finger to push the door bell, she leaned against the cool wall waiting for a response. A moment later she heard a voice and the sound of footsteps approaching closer and closer until finally the door had open.

"Hey." the tall man said with a smile while Phoebe returned the gesture, a small blush appearing on the apple of her cheeks.

"Hey yourself." she replied looking up into his chocolate orbs. "Is Alicia ready to go?" she inquired while he shook his head.

"Actually Leesh isn't back yet from the parents' house."

"Oh, well that's great." she retorted sarcastically, annoyed at the fact that her friend couldn't have called to let her know this before she rushed over here.

"Here." the man told her as he stepped aside. "You can wait inside and get out of the sun." he invited her in with a toothy grin while she smiled back shyly before accepting the offer.

"Thanks." she replied stepping inside where she appreciated the cool air that welcomed her.

"You hungry or thirsty? I can get you whatever you like." he asked as she shook her head politely.

"I'm good, but thanks Shane."

"Sure?" he asked once more.

"Maybe just some water?" she requested, not wanting to reject his hospitality.

"You got it." he nodded before turning to walk to the kitchen while Phoebe couldn't help but admire him from afar. His toned and tall stature stood at about 6 ft. The black cotton shirt fit him rather snug, showing off his hard work for those muscles. His skin was a light than that led up to a very defined jaw line and porcelain face. His short hair was raven black that resembled a crew cut. However out of many great features he had, it was not his button nose or pout lips that Phoebe admired most. It was his eyes. They were a very rich chocolate brown that had a natural glossy look to them. They sometimes appeared to be black depending on what mood he was in, specifically when he was feeling rather angst. Phoebe was not ashamed to admit he was Adonis status, and that she was unwillingly in love with him. She purposely averted her gaze to the television set that was currently playing a football game. Phoebe didn't know what teams were playing since she really didn't care about the sport to begin with.

"Here." he said handing her the wet water bottle but before she could grab it, he retracted his hand as she looked at him with a confused laugh. He only smirked as he set the water bottle down on the coffee table and leaned in to kiss her heavily. Caught off guard, she gasped gently but couldn't help to respond to his lips. They were tainted and sweet, something Phoebe knew was dangerous, but for that fact she loved it even more. She pushed back into the kiss and he wrapped his long arms around her frame, pulling her close to his chest. His tongue demanded entry to her mouth to which she happily allowed and soon their tongues danced together in a swift harmony.

He moved his lips down her jaw to her neck and planted butterfly kisses before he began biting the skin, making her shiver in delight. He left half moons into the soft flesh while his hands roamed the rest of her body, stopping at her firm and round ass. He squeezed the plump flesh with anticipation before sliding them down to the back of her thighs and lifted her up into the air as she automatically wrapped her legs around his torso. He carried her through the living room back into the kitchen and set her on the kitchen counter, where he began to attack her lips once more.

She moaned gently and squeezed his broad shoulders while he slid his hands under skirt and squeezed her upper thighs. He pulled them out and reached for her cardigan where he yanked it off her shoulders and dropped it to I the ground. She did the same to his cotton shirt by pulling on the hem of the material and lifting it up his body where he ducked his head to help her take it off.

She wasted no time swooning when he his bare sculpted frame was revealed. She smiled as she leaned forward and kissed his right pectoral. She teased his nipple with the tip of her tongue and skillfully swirled it around the small flesh. Shane groaned softly at the feel of her mouth and ran his hands up the curve of her hips. Phoebe switched to the other one and delivered the same treat before she looked up into his face with a soft giggle. 

He shook his head as he reached for her grey tank top and lifted it over her head. The red lacy bra immediately caught his attention as he studied how the material strained against her supple breasts. He rubbed the swell of them while she worked on his pants. It may have been risky, but Phoebe would be lying to herself if she said she didn't crave his touch. He was intoxicating, the only one who made her willing to bend over and break, so to speak.

She hurriedly worked on the button and fly of his jeans, unzipping them with skilled hands while he cupped her breasts through her bra. Shane undid the clasp and watched the bra fall down her slender arms, her perky breasts slightly bouncing, as if happy to be free from their confinement. He licked his lips at the sight of her dark pink areolas. He wasted no time capturing them in his hands. 

"You know you do have some nice tits." he smiled softly as he squeezed them, feeling the nubs begin to pucker under his grasp. "Full and supple. The best part is, they're real aren't they?" he asked while squeezing them more harder as she moaned, a bigger smirk spread across his face. "Yeah they are. Seems there's a lot of things real about you. Your tits...your hair...your hips...and this ass." he added running his hands back down to her behind. "Oh, this ass." he finished as he leaned his head down and captured a nipple into his mouth while Phoebe moaned. 

Her hand found its way to the back of his head and pushed his face closer, hungry for more. He sucked the nub like a baby demanding milk, the feel of his teeth grazing the skin caused her panties to become damp. She shifted her hips to ease the burning down below, but every move only heightened the want to her dismay. Shane switched to the other breast and began pinching the other nipple harshly, knowing she loved the bittersweet pain. She gasped at the shocks it seemed to send her nether regions, furthering dampening her panties.

"You love this don't you? The pain, you little slut?" he asked gruffly as she whimpered loudly when he pulled her nipple out, satisfied at the way it only hardened even more.

"Yeah you do. You love my being my slut." he added just as he began to yank off her ruffled skirt. Phoebe kicked the clothing off when it puddled around her feet, a glimmer in her eyes as he spread her legs on the counter.

"What do you want?" he teased as he looked at her expectantly. His eyes now turning black as she predicted, something she really adored, that dominating look. 

"I want you." she smiled sweetly, knowing he meant something else.

"And what do you want me to do?" he shot back.

"Taste me." she answered softly as he smiled.

"You want me to taste these lips..." he asked and pressed his lips to hers while his hand snaked his way inside her panties while she jumped slightly. "Or these lips?" he inquired amused at the way she wiggled under his hand, as if she was itching for his fingers to touch her pussy.

"Well to be honest, I prefer the latter." Shane reached down and stripped her panties fresh off her legs. He spread her legs open once more and brought her hips closer to the edge of the counter. Her chest rose slightly as she watched him with anticipation when he had nestled between her legs, his knees touching the hardwood floor. He gripped and kissed her inner thighs before licking a path down her smooth wet slit as she shivered and bit her lip. He teased her labia folds and thrust his tongue inside while she gasped loudly. He licked the same trail several times before finding her clitoris and coaxing it out of its hood. He skillfully swirled his tongue around her pearl as Phoebe and bucked her hips up.

"S-Shane, taste me." she whispered as she squeezed the back of his head and moaned. His hands grip locked her thighs while he began to pick up his pace, sucking her button into his mouth and gently nipping at it. Her juices began to flow more quickly, pleasure spreading out her body from his invasion. She began to lose control of her when his hands had reached back up to cup her breasts. Her hips bucked against his face more feverishly, preparing for her inevitable release.

"Don't stop." she moaned as he licked harder and faster, pinching her nipples roughly, enough to make her reach climax as she screamed and came hard against his mouth. Her body shook as her orgasm surged through her. Shane greedily drank her juices up before he stood back up and yanked his boxers down, his erect dick springing free. He wasted no time shoving his member inside her dripping hole as Phoebe gasped surprised. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried on a steady pace, gripping her hips harshly. Her breasts mashed against his chest as he rocked her back and forth on the counter, his groans filling her ear.

"Talk dirty to me." she whispered as he looked at her with a small smirk, happy to oblige.

"You want dirty? You like it when my big dick pounds your tight pussy and I make you moan like the whore you are?" his becoming deep as she moaned.

"Yes, I love it when you fuck me." she moaned.

"I love it too baby, I love feeling your pussy wrap around my dick while your juices drip out. Look at you, you're soaking wet just me aren't you?"

"Yes, just for you!" she gasped when he began to thrust deeper, finding her core. Her breasts began to bounce up and down with each thrust he delivered, making every one count.

"That's it baby. Milk my cock." he said gruffly once more while continuing to pump in and out of her. Her fingernails began to dig into his shoulders while she shouted out his name, not caring who heard. He suddenly stopped his movements before he yanked her off the counter and turned her around, bending her over the counter.

"Bend over bitch." he commanded as she willingly obeyed. She did not mind his words, she was rather happy she was the one to fulfill his need to dominate. She would submit to him anytime he wanted like the good little whore she was for him. He resumed his hard fucking, grabbing one hip while the other tangled itself in her ebony tresses.

"Who's the one that fucks you the way you like?"

"You..." she whispered.

"Who?" he repeated.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you, speak the fuck up." 

"You! Only you!" she screamed when he found her spot.

"That's right, baby."

"Right there, don't s-stop." she stuttered blissfully.

"Right here? Beg me you little whore, and I'll give you want."

"Please, fuck my spot, please." Phoebe whimpered as he smiled.

"As you wish." he replied slamming his thick hips into her core, filling her up to the brim as she thrashed underneath.

"I'm close, so close."

"Then cum. Do it now." he ordered her as she did, screaming as her second released unfolded and the familiar adrenaline rush surged through her. She gripped the counter and gyrated against him menacingly, riding out her climax.

"Oh god." she whispered and panted heavily, eyes closed while trying to catch her breath. He kept thrusting inside her until finally he reached his peak and came inside her waiting womb with a loud groan. Phoebe collapsed on the counter, chest heavily rising and falling down. Shane slowed his movements before he rested on her back. She managed to steady her breathing and rested against his chest momentarily while he still held her in place. He slipped out of her abused passage and sighed. He grabbed her chin and made her face him as she stared into his dark eyes. He didn't say anything for a moment but only kissed her gently as she closed her eyes and savored the moment. When he pulled away, he only smiled as he reached down and began to dress himself, as he always did afterwards. Phoebe didn't mind as she began to clean herself off. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and walked into the nearby restroom before freshening up and sliding her clothes back on. She studied her reflection in the mirror while fixing her hair and make up. 

When she finished, she simply smirked at her reflection before walking out and into the living room where she saw him sitting on the couch. Before she could say anything, the door opened and both heads turned to see a petite olive skinned girl with auburn hair walk in.

"Hey guys." Alicia smiled as she stepped in. 

"Hey." they replied in unison.

"I'm glad you're here, I got stuck helping with the moving, sorry I didn't call you." she frowned as Phoebe waved it off.

"It's cool." she smiled assuring her best friend.

"Good, well are you ready to go still?"

"Sure." Phoebe nodded as the red head walked over Shane.

"You don't mind if we have some girl time do you babe?" she inquired as he held a hand up.

"Not at all." he shrugged as she grinned cheekily.

"Thanks. We'll back before dinner." she replied standing up on her toes to kiss him while his eyes caught Phoebe's as she looked down with a blush.

"I love you." Alicia whispered to him as he smiled at her.

"I love you too." he replied as she kissed him one last time before turning to Phoebe.

"Let's go." she smiled as Phoebe nodded and followed behind her, looking over shoulder as Shane watched her with a knowing smirk. Phoebe blushed back at him, not an ounce of regret for she knew they'd see each other again soon.

After all, it was their dirty little secret.



Dirty Little Secret



Gideon loosened his royal blue tie and slipped off his navy blue jacket before stooping to undo the laces of his polished black Oxfords. He carefully folded the jacket and slipped it into the Waitrose carrier bag he'd pulled from his pocket, slipped off his shoes, and safely stowed them all in the hollow at the foot of the tree trunk. He looked around him and, confident no one could see, heaved himself up onto the lowest sturdy bough of the ancient oak. Once safely astride the limb he clutched the trunk for support, stood, and then climbed with the practised ease of a man who had performed the task many times before. Two, three, four spurs of solid English hardwood lay below him as he made his way up the tree towards his goal, the Y-shaped junction of branches that he now settled into. From this secure, comfortable point, safely out of the sight of anyone on the leafy ground, he commanded a fine view of several sites of interest across the copse below.

After an interminable wait it seemed summer was finally in the air and Gideon breathed deeply through his rather piggish, snout-like nose, inhaling the rich, verdant scent of a woodland in full leaf. Content in his privileged position Gideon silenced the ringers on his iPhones, determined to make the most of this opportunity to relax and indulge himself for a few minutes before his Special Branch detective became concerned by his absence and came to look for him. Gideon smiled as he thought about Barry, the close protection officer he had been assigned after that awkward business with Julian. Barry had become something akin to a friend over the past few months – as close a relationship as was ever likely between a man of Gideon's standing and one of Barry's, of course – and he understood and indulged his boss's need for the odd half-hour away from the scrutiny that befell a man in such a high-profile position. It had become something of a routine now, whenever Gideon was in his Cheshire home, and Barry knew that allowing Gideon a few minutes to himself in the secluded woodland of the country park would pay dividends down the line.

Gideon scanned the ground below, his small eyes darting from one location to another, expertly dismissing tricks of the dappled light and effects of the wind, determined not to miss anything that might be of interest. Having seen nothing of interest with the naked eye he took from his trouser pocket the miniature binoculars he always carried and carefully scanned the areas again. He loved this time of year and the safety of the lush, deep green of the woods, the warmth of the sun on his skin, the songs of the woodland birds. Most of all, though, he loved the playfulness of his quarry, their inhibitions diluted by the sunshine and the heat, the quarry whose arrival he now awaited with the alert patience of a skilled stalker. 

He felt confident he would not have too long to wait. There had been some potential candidates as he approached his hide. He had noticed a presumably well-established pair frolicking in the long grass away to the west of the copse but, more promisingly, closer by, another, younger pair had shown distinctive courtship signs indicating a mating might be imminent. Gideon licked his lips in anticipation and continued his appraisal of the potential areas his experience told him would be most likely used.

Just as he was beginning to lose hope, the younger pair he had identified earlier burst through the shrubs into the smallest clearing closest to his tree, the female leading her mate. Gideon held his breath involuntarily, then relaxed and exhaled as he reminded himself he was twenty feet up and most unlikely to be spotted, let alone heard breathing. Every time he observed a pair like this he felt that frisson of excitement at watching, unseen, a young pair going through their mating procedure. Whether they consummated the ritual or not, he could still enjoy the sight of two healthy specimens engaging in nature's work. If they did consummate, however, he knew the sight would stay with him forever, occupying his mind's eye whilst he half listened to the ridiculous arguments from the ill-bred opposition across the way. He would honk and guffaw, jeer and point, of course, but when lost in these reveries it was his old dining club pals who would lead the humiliations, provide the withering put-downs, cough out the indignant splutterings, with Gideon taking his cues from the others rather than leading the charge as he did when not indulging himself in his portfolio of memories. 

At this close range Gideon didn't need his binoculars so he carefully hung them around his neck and quietly moved to the place on his branch he knew afforded him the best view of the particular spot chosen by the young paramours beneath him. The female seemed particularly eager to stake a claim to her mate and Gideon grinned at the thought of what he felt sure he was about to witness.

Standing, she kissed her partner passionately, running one hand through his spiked brown hair and the other down his football shirt-clad, muscular back, onto his toned buttocks covered by a pair of dark-coloured shorts. He responded with an equally passionate kiss, his own hands running up and down the back of her tight-fitting yellow top, onto the flimsy-looking white material of a short skirt, and up into her long, straight blonde hair. 

As they kissed they explored one another's bodies further. The young man - Gideon guessed from what he could see that he was about twenty - had sidled one hand up onto his girlfriend's breast and was squeezing it through her top. His other hand was now under her skirt, fondling her bottom, provoking murmurs of pleasure as they kissed. The couple briefly separated to take a breath and changed position, giving Gideon a better view of the girl's features. Her hair was parted to one side, covering much of her forehead but she looked pretty, if a little obviously so, and a year or two younger, by Gideon's reckoning.

Whether it was the girl's rampant desire or a result of her partner's touches, she was certainly taking the lead in their amorous activities. One hand snaked between them and began to rub the man's groin through his shorts. Gideon could clearly see a substantial bulge underneath her fingers and swallowed hard. The man groaned audibly, inciting a grin on his partner's face. He responded by slipping his hand under the material of her top and groping her breasts. This had a similar effect on the girl who moaned gently as his, presumably rough and calloused, skin came into contact with her sensitive nipples.

It was difficult for Gideon to hear what was being said, such was their ardour but words drifted up through the foliage.

"No, I can't take it off, what if someone comes?"

"No one's gonna come, and anyway who gives a shit if they do? They'll just get to see your sexy tits."

Grinning, the girl slapped her partner playfully.

Gideon winced slightly at the coarse, Northern accents of the objects of his voyeurism but pushed that thought to the back of his mind. Of course they were going to be of a lower social status than him. Any young lovers from his stratum wouldn't have to resort to using a public space such as this for their couplings. Thank God for the shamelessness of the working classes, he thought.

She looked around to check no one was watching then said, "Here, I'll pull it up but I'm not taking it off."

Gideon thought he detected a Merseyside intonation but couldn't be sure. Northern was as sure as he could be, even after twelve years.

As the girl lifted the tight, elasticated material above her breasts, revealing the pert, tanned flesh and hard, pinkish nipples to her partner - and the watcher above - Gideon felt his own passion begin to rise. 

The man looked appreciatively at her chest, licked his lips, then, using both hands, roughly groped her young tits, rubbing them hard, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger before lowering his head to suck each breast in turn. Above them in the tree, Gideon was transfixed. The girl's eyes closed and her head fell back as the sensations from her breasts flooded her lithe body. The man suckled at one tit, squeezing the other firmly.

"Ow, watch out, Jay. Your hands are rough as!"

"Sorry, babes," the man responded, kissing the affronted breast more tenderly.

Jay, Gideon mused. Jason? Jack? Jordan? Names used to be such an easy identifier of class and status, now people seemed to call their offspring anything at all. He wondered what the girl might be called. He had once entered into conversation with a local and discovered she was naming her daughter Brook. "After Brook Shields?" he had inquired, pleased to be able to engage at his constituent's level. "Oh no," came the reply. "Brook side." Despite the potential pitfalls learning their names somehow drew him closer to the action, he always felt.

Gideon's contemplations were cut short by an upping of the ante as the girl quickly pulled down Jay's shorts, freeing his hard erection. 

"Gimme that," the girl said greedily, as she gripped the thick shaft tight in her right hand and began to pump it up and down, a look of determination on her face, her firm tits even jiggling slightly in sympathy with the vigorous movement of her arm.

"Fookin' 'ell, Ames, that feels mint," Jay grunted.

So the brazen blonde whose breasts Gideon was ogling as she masturbated Jay's erection was, he deduced, Amy. Jay and Ames; the future of this great nation lay in their hands.

Jay groaned in pleasure as Amy crouched to take his thick penis into her mouth. He lifted his red shirt over his head, revealing his muscular torso and arms. It was when he saw the masculine physique, the tattoos, the hairless groin and long, throbbing cock that Gideon felt a wave of anxiety – and inadequacy. If for any reason Jay were to look up and see the man in the tree above he would surely use his clear physical advantage to mete out a form of brutal retribution for the crime of voyeurism. But he wasn't going to look up, Gideon reassured himself. No one ever did. Amy slurped eagerly on her boyfriend's erection, her hooped earrings swinging as her head bobbed back and forth, her lips tightly sealed around the swollen head of his glans as her manicured fingers pressed against his smooth buttocks.

Jay's cock plopped wetly from her mouth and Amy stood. The couple kissed again as her hand continued to stimulate him. With one hand he again investigated her breasts, the other snuck under the front of her skirt and made its way north. 

"Mmm, you dirty little tart," Jay hissed lustfully. "You was planning this wasn't you?"

Amy giggled in response. "Well, I knew they wasn't gonna stay on long anyway so I just left 'em at 'ome".

"I fookin' love it." 

So did Gideon, whose delight at the romantic scene unfolding beneath him was now palpable. He silently unzipped his trousers and felt around inside for his own prize. 

Jay's hand was now mimicking Amy's and, although hidden for now by her white skirt, Gideon sensed her young vulva moistening with the stimulations. A gentle mewling sound became apparent as Jay's fingers explored Amy's entrance and she ran her free hand over his defined pectoral and abdominal muscles as he pleasured her with his thick fingers.

"You're so fookin' wet babes." 

"I've been wet since I took my knickers off. I love goin' commando. Never know when I might get the chance for some action." As she spoke a wicked look flashed across her face. Grinning back at her Jay clearly took this as an invitation and, Gideon suspected, slipped another finger inside, taking Amy's breath away.

"Oh God, Jay," she whispered, obviously deeply pleasured. "That feels so fookin' good." Gideon admired her dedication to her partner's pleasure. Despite the fingering she was receiving she didn't let up for a second her attentions on Jay's long, smooth erection; her hand still wrapped around the thick shaft as she wanked him. In the branches above, Gideon could hear the moist sound of rapidly moving hand on lubricated skin as Amy changed her grip and continued her stimulations.

"You gonna finish us off like this or do you want fookin'?" Jay asked.

Amy laughed, then squealed as Jay's fingers probed her more deeply.

"I'm not comin' 'ere just to wank you off," she giggled. "I'm gagging."

"Right well you better let go then cos I'm gonna blow if you're not careful."

Gideon took heart from the fact that, as athletic and powerful looking as he was, Jay's powers of self-control were less impressive. Mind you, Gideon thought, he could hardly blame the young man considering the enthusiasm with which Amy had taken to her task. For his own part, Gideon was gently rubbing himself inside his trousers with the tips of his first two fingers and thumb. He could only dream of being sufficiently endowed to warrant a fist being wrapped around his manhood, as opposed to fingertips. Sighing wistfully, he slowed his own pace and waited for the next act to commence.

Amy had let go of Jay's throbbing cock to give him a chance to cool down. As they kissed his hand was still up her skirt – Amy's staying power more impressive than her partner's. She pulled her mouth away from his. 

"Right, come on then. You lie down and I'll ride ya."

"No way, I'll get leaves up me bum."

"Well I'm not lying down, me skirt'll get ruined."

They both looked around for a solution. In Gideon's mind the possibilities were endless but he knew they must find their own way. People in his position had to let others find their own path. He hoped whatever decision they came to would involve the removal of Amy's skirt but as far as having a direct impact on their choices he was impotent.

It seemed as though Amy was the brains within this partnership as she took the lead and informed Jay how they were to proceed. 

"Let's try me bent over," she suggested, lifting her skirt around her waist then turning round to face the nearby tree. Although it was fleeting, this gave Gideon a glimpse of her vulva. As was the norm these days, it seemed, she was utterly hairless and tanned all over. A word was tattooed at the base of her back but try as he might, Gideon couldn't make out what it was. Tattoos on women always reminded him of his boss's wife. She, of course, wasn't a nubile blonde, and the only tattoo of which he was aware was in a somewhat less intimate place, but her breeding was substantially higher. The thought of such a combination made him reach for his binoculars so as he could decipher the blue ink. As he pulled the binoculars into position he bashed them on a branch, making a dull thud. He froze.

"Did you 'ear that?" Amy asked furtively, pulling her skirt back down and looking nervously around.

"Nah, didn't hear anythin'," Jay assured her, without looking anywhere but at Amy. "So am I coming inside you or what?"

Safely able to breathe once again Gideon grimaced at the crudeness of Jay's question but had to admire his direct approach. A little more focus and an eye on the prize wouldn't go amiss amongst Jay and Amy's peers, he felt.

"Yeah go on, I'll get the morning-after pill. Just fookin' shag us will ya?!"

Gideon shuddered inwardly. Did she give so much as a thought to where her morning-after pill would could from? Of course not; contraceptives, like universal benefits grew on trees as far as her ilk was concerned. Still, at least she wasn't planning on reproducing just yet.

Amy's lust superseded her concerns of being seen and she lifted her skirt, again revealing her small, firm, tanned bottom and bent over, bracing herself against the tree with her other hand. She looked back over her shoulder at Jay and placed her hand on her buttock, thereby opening her labia. Even from several feet up and not daring to go for his binoculars again Gideon could clearly see the deep pink of her young, moist vagina. His top lip was sweaty. He hoped the couple would work quickly. He'd been away too long already and Barry would soon become concerned by Gideon's extended absence. 

Jay positioned himself behind Amy and, bending his knees to provide a better angle, pressed his big, purple head against Amy's waiting hole. With a surprising regard for her comfort, Gideon thought, Jay slowly slipped inside, giving her time to get used to the huge object now entering her petite body. Even Jay's large fingers couldn't possibly have prepared Amy for the girth of Jay's rod. He slid an inch or two of his long, thick cock into Amy's pussy, paused, then began to thrust. Immediately Amy's eyes closed and she began to pant.

"Fuck, yes," she gasped as Jay slid further and further inside with every stroke. "God your cock feels good."

"You're so fookin' tight babes," Jay said as his muscular buttocks increased the pace of his thrusts.

In the tree above Gideon rubbed himself harder, his eyes fixed on Jay's hard cock deeply penetrating Amy's hairless young cunt.

Amy gripped the tree and gritted her teeth. "Harder babes, fuck me harder," she gasped.

Jay held her slim hips and did as he was told.

It was a long time since Gideon had had such words spoken to him. If he was entirely honest, he'd never had that exact phrase directed towards him. His wife assured him size wasn't important but he knew she was only trying to make him feel better. Ever since those humiliating Wednesday afternoons after rugby games at school he knew he was never going to be the renowned swordsman but he did his best to suppress those thoughts as he stimulated himself and watched Jay's huge cock pound in and out of Amy's body. Each powerful stroke gave Gideon a perfect aerial view of the glistening wetness that oiled their coupling. No need for any artificial lubricants in this relationship.

Their tempo was fierce, Jay gripping Amy's narrow waist as she clung to the tree ahead of her. Both were breathing heavily, neither speaking, the most obvious sound that of flesh on flesh as their young, fit bodies collided at the base of every thrust. Gideon's wrist matched their cadence, hoping he could time his own climax with theirs'. 

"Fookin' 'ell Ames, I'm gonna shoot," grunted Jay, one hand on the small of her back, the other now mauling her breasts.

"Mmmm, yes, come babes, come in me," Amy responded; her right hand now vigorously rubbing her clitoris.

Gideon's finger tips rubbed furiously, his penis tingling wildly as he masturbated. Below him the focus of his desires fucked each other hard. Jay thrust in and out, Amy pushed back to meet his every stroke. How she could manage to accommodate that monster was beyond Gideon's comprehension. 

Jay's pelvis slapped rhythmically against Amy's pert buttocks. He began to grunt.

"Oh yes, I'm comin'. Fook yes."

Amy's hand was a blur between her legs. "Yes babes, yes," she shouted. "I'm comin' an' all!"

Between Gideon's fingertips his own orgasm began. As Jay pumped his thick, white seed into Amy's hot, wet cunt, Gideon's cock sputtered out the few drops of semen his inefficient loins always produced. He bit his lip to silence the high-pitched squeak he tended to make when climaxing and did his best to prolong the pleasure. On the leafy floor below, meanwhile, the young couple's orgasm seemed endless in comparison, Jay's taut backside still thrusting back and forth as he filled his lover's vagina.

Eventually even their ardour cooled and Jay withdrew his glistening, still diamond-hard tool. As he did a miniature flood of semen slipped from Amy onto the woodland floor. Jay stood panting, his cock bouncing as he breathed, whilst Amy remained propped against the tree, her free hand still gently teasing her pleasure centre.

"That were fookin' top," said Jay, between breaths. "You're horny as fook, love."

Amy stood herself upright and turned to face him. "You're not bad either," she said with a grin. "You don't think anyone heard us do ya?"




Dirty Little Secret



Both looked around but not up. Gideon silently wiped his already flaccid penis on the inside of his Y-fronts and waited for them to gather their clothes and leave. Already the self-loathing was rising.

"I don't think so but we better get going. I've gotta sign on at three," said Jay, his breathing slowing.

Gideon winced at the news that the young man wasn't employed. Clearly not a striver when it came to non-carnal matters, he thought.

Amy pulled down her top, covering her breasts and smoothed down her skirt. 

"'Av you got a tissue?" she asked.

Jay pulled up his shorts then felt around in the pocket and handed her what looked like a cafeteria napkin. Amy squatted slightly and dabbed at her groin before throwing the now wet tissue on the ground. She rubbed Jay's chest and looked at him lovingly.

"I wish we could move in together," she said.

"Well we can if you used my spare room. I won't get taxed then, neither." Jay pulled his football shirt over his head.

"I'll chat to me mum," said Amy. "I don't wanna mess up her benefits though, do I?"

"We'll sort it, Ames. We can work the DSS," he laughed.

As the couple left the clearing, hand in hand, their urges satisfied, their worries someone else's problem, Gideon seethed silently in his tree. 

© Northern_One, 2013



Dirty Little Secret



This story is a continuation of "Straight to Hell with a Smile on my Face". That story can be found in the "My Fantasies" collection.




The problem with guarding a dirty little secret is you view yourself through other people's eyes: you say things you think they want to hear; you act the way they expect you to act. You completely lose your own identity and senses of self-worth and confidence. 

And, of course, it is impossible to grow and mature as a person if you live in denial of who you are; you can't properly embrace and nurture your inner self. 

Besides that, my father said I'd go straight to hell if I ever had sex with another guy.

I became very good at denial. 

At school, I blended in with the computer nerds, and joined them when they mocked the athletes and pretty girls who ignored and mocked us in return. 

I quickly saw it for what it was: they were trying to soothe their hurt feelings and disappointment over not being invited to the important parties, and generally being shunned by the popular students. 

It didn't matter to me, my 'un-natural' interest in guys made me a freak of nature and all I cared about was concealing that fact; if I could have gone to school and not associate with anyone at all that would have been fine with me.

The only things that mattered to me were getting good grades and my nightly journey on the fantasy side of the internet. 

Just before bedtime, I would start at the original site Tony had shown me, peniscocksandpricks.com then move on from there. My entire sex education consisted of one night with Tony, and my pre-bedtime lessons on the internet.

I was a good student though, by the time I was ready for bed my dick was rock-hard and I'd stroke it to a wonderful orgasm. I always fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I got lucky at school: a plain, but friendly girl named Theresa sat next to me in one of my classes and we hit it off immediately. Conversation between us came easy. I had a genuine like for her, and I knew she felt the same way. We ate lunch together every day, and I soon found myself calling her just about every night.

I could talk to her about anything, well, most things, anyway, and she more than held up her side of the conversation. It was easy to see that she was just as lonely as me. We provided each other with much needed social interaction, and friendship.

One night at the dinner table I surprised my dad when I asked if I could use the car on Friday night.

He cocked a wary eye at me and said, "Why? Is there some half-ass computer seminar going on?"

"No," I said, "I want to take Theresa to a movie."

"Theresa?" he eyed me curiously, "that's a girl's name...is Theresa an actual girl?"

"Oh, stop it, Fred," my mother said sharply.

"Yes—she's a girl I've known for a couple of months...I like her—I want to go out with her..." I said. I saw a smile form on his face.

"Well-well, whaddya know," he said. "After all these years our pretty boy is finally going to bag his first girl..."

"FRED!" My mother shouted.

To be honest, comments like that from my dad were the main reason I decided to ask out Theresa. He'd never come right out and accuse me of being a faggot, but his snide remarks had been growing in both frequency and hurtfulness. 

If I went out with a girl, maybe he would finally show me some respect or at least quit harassing me about my sexuality.  

As Friday approached, my mother was all excited. She told me what I should wear; she taught me social etiquette; she told me things I should and shouldn't say to a girl...she was so nervous for me that she made me nervous, too.

When I knocked on Theresa's front door I had a severe case of cold feet. My mother had insisted I get out of the car and go into the house to meet her parents—I was terrified, but knew it was too late to change my mind and turn around and run.

Her father answered the door with a big smile on his face. 

"You must be John—I'm Mr. Hanson—a pleasure to meet you!"

His strong grip hurt my hand and I was glad when he let go. We went inside and to no surprise their house looked similar to ours.

Mrs. Hanson greeted me very enthusiastically. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Oh, John," she gushed, "it's so nice to finally meet you!"

I blushed. Apparently this date was just as big event for her parents as it was for mine. 

When I looked at Theresa the first thing I noticed was her red face. She was as embarrassed over all the fuss as me. Then I saw something else—she looked beautiful!

The plain girl with big horned-rim glasses was a beautiful, blonde-haired girl I never knew existed. Then it surprised me even more when I saw she was wearing a skirt and pretty blouse. Girls at school almost always wore jeans or slacks.

After some small talk, and before we went out the door her mother whispered in her ear loud enough for me to hear: "Oh, honey—you were right—he really is cute!"

Once we were in the car it took several minutes for the awkwardness to wear off. She made a couple apologetic jokes about her parents and I told her what my mother had put me through. 

We laughed and everything became comfortable and relaxed. We had a great time that night. It felt wonderful having someone you could talk to; someone who wouldn't laugh at, or belittle your thoughts and feelings. 

Afterwards, when I walked her to the front door she was ahead of me and I found myself staring at her legs and slightly swaying hips. She abruptly turned to face me and thanked me for a fun night.

As I looked into her soft, blue eyes, I was suddenly overcome with a strange emotion and I gently took her by the shoulders and pulled her close and I kissed her lips; a soft and sweet kiss. 

I was pulling away from her when she threw her arms around me and pulled me into her sweet smelling body and kissed me hard on the lips with a passion I'd only known once before in my life.

I immediately sprung a boner and it pressed hard against her belly; I knew she could feel it. 

My face was beet-red as I abruptly turned away from her. I coughed then mumbled "I'd better get going..."

I took two steps then heard her softly say "Johnny...." I turned my head and saw the sweetest, most angelic smile I'd ever seen.

She breathlessly mouthed the words "Thank you" then went inside her house.

My heart was pounding on the drive home while my mind replayed the kiss and the throbbing erection it gave me over and over and over again. I was elated; a thought came to mind that gave me hope: Maybe, just maybe I am a normal guy after all.

My mother was waiting up for me. Reluctantly I answered her questions and told her the truth: we had a fun and interesting night. And when she pressed me for more, I admitted that I had kissed Theresa.

"Did you like that, dear?" she asked without a trace of a smile.

"Well, yeah...sure," I said. "She even kissed me back!"

Then she said something I'm sure she meant as a compliment, but more likely just to reaffirm her own beliefs, and it made me feel sad and uncomfortable that she had to say it at all: "Sweetheart, I knew you liked girls!"

In my bedroom I turned on the computer then put on my pajama bottoms. I sat on the chair and typed into the search engine: 'naked girls'.

Page one of two-hundred-and-seventeen million appeared on the screen. It shocked me to see such a high number of pages. I had scrolled to the third page when I saw a site that caught my eye: "Barely legal nymphets nude and exposed."

I clicked on it and a page full of pretty, naked girls appeared on the screen. I studied their breasts and nipples and butts, and found quite a few that I thought were beautiful, but when I stared 'down there', I couldn't see much: the girls were posed in such a way as to not really show anything between their legs.

I looked at several pages and felt disappointed. While I admired their beauty, and the shapes and curves of their bodies, I didn't spring a boner—'it' never moved at all.

There was a link titled "Teenage Pussies" and I clicked on it.

Oh my! A page full of photos showing nothing but close-ups of young girls exposing their 'pussies' appeared before my eyes. The girls looked normal and beautiful, but here they were showing their 'privates' to the world.

The ones with thick bushes of hair didn't appeal to me at all; I could barely make out the 'lips' of their sex, and it looked like a jungle down there--they kind of scared me.

I enjoyed looking at the ones that were bare; that had been shaved. I closely studied the elaborate network of wrinkles and folds they had down there, but it all looked so complicated!

A few of the girls were spreading their lips with their fingers—exposing their holes. I stared into their dark, yawning crevices and found myself thinking my mother has one of these, and I snapped out of it. That soured me on looking at 'shaved beavers', as they called them.

I clicked on a link called 'Sex with Young Nymphomaniacs'. It had pictures of good looking young guys and gals in various sexual acts and positions. I finally felt my penis stir.

I found my favorite photos and stared hard at them: girls on their knees with boners in their mouths; girls bending over with hard cocks in their pussies and assholes. I zeroed in on two particular pictures: a girl sucking a long and slender cock, and another girl taking a similar cock in her asshole.

My boner was rock-hard now and I opened my pajama bottoms and began stroking it. I stared at those pictures and my hand moved faster. Those photos really excited me. 

I was getting close when the realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I was fantasizing that it was me in those pictures—it was me on my knees sucking that beautiful cock – not the girl; it was me bending over and getting fucked in the ass by that long and slender prick.

My boner exploded and I had to cover my mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure. Over and over streams of cum shot through my prick into mid-air and landed on my hand and belly and thighs. 

When I was able to take regular breaths again, I cleaned myself, shut off the computer, turned out the light and walked zombie-like to my bed and flopped down on it. I lay on my back and stared into the darkness.

Tears formed in my eyes. My worst fears and nightmares had been confirmed. I had proven to myself without a doubt that I was a faggot.

The same thought played over and over in my mind as a crushing wave of self-pity enveloped me: Why can't I like girls? Why can't I be normal?

On Saturday, my mother wanted me to call Theresa to thank her and tell her I had a good time.

"If she had as much fun as you say, she'll be hoping to hear from you; don't make the girl wait—she wants to hear from you,"" she said.

I procrastinated most of the day then finally caved in Saturday night.

"I'm so glad you called—I was afraid you wouldn't," Theresa said. "I hope you're not embarrassed...I mean, well, you know, I thought it was real sweet when your...ah, that your 'thing' got hard when we kissed—it was the nicest compliment a boy ever gave me!"

I hadn't been embarrassed. I hadn't thought about it, but now I was. 

"I really had fun last night," she continued. "Can you get your mom's car more often? I like it when we go places together...maybe next week you can show me 'The Bluffs'---I've heard other girls say how pretty it is there at night...."

Good grief! Now I was embarrassed—she caught me off guard. I was speechless for several seconds. 'The Bluffs' was a scenic area overlooking the lake. It was a popular place where students went to park and, well, you know....

I couldn't believe she was telling me to take her there. That meant she was ready to—that she wanted to 'do things' with me. As soon as I got off the phone with her I asked my parents for the car again on Friday. They both had strange smiles on their faces when they said 'yes'.

A couple months later I was in the living room when I overheard my mother talking with my dad. They must have thought I was somewhere else.

"Well, I hope you're happy now, Fred. The inside of my car smells like his bedroom..." she said in an accusatory tone. "Good God—his spunk is everywhere—it makes me sick to my stomach!"

"I'm sure it does..." my dad said in what sounded suspiciously like sarcasm. "Tell you what: his birthday is coming up; why don't I get you a new car---and we'll give him yours?"

It was then that I learned a person can be both thrilled and horrified at the same time: I was thrilled I was getting my own car, but I was horrified my mother could smell my jism in both her car and my bedroom. 

A week later I acted surprised when they gave me the keys and title to the Honda. The first thing I did was give the interior a thorough cleaning. As for my bedroom, well, I began to notice there was a distinct odor in the air, but I found it rather pleasant. I figured if it kept my mother out of my room, I'd leave it like it is.

Theresa and I went out every Friday and Saturday nights. We'd have dinner then go see a movie, or go to the art museum, or someplace else, but we always ended up at The Bluffs.

She was very assertive when it came to sex; much more so than me. I think she was making up for lost time. Our first night at The Bluffs I was nervous and unsure of what to do. 

Kissing her always gave me a boner, and that first night, when her hand brushed against the front of my jeans I thought it was by accident. 

She suddenly took my hand and placed it on the warm, soft flesh of her naked inner thigh; she always wore skirts on our dates. Then she placed her hand on my thigh, very close to the bulge in my jeans. 

Her hand began a soft caressing motion and I did the same for her. I imitated her every move. 

When she pressed her hand on my prick, my body jumped but I continued on. I felt between her legs and pressed my fingers against the front of her panties. It surprised me how wet her panties were, my initial thought was that she'd peed herself, but then I remembered that I'd read when a girl gets sexually aroused, her vagina becomes lubricated to make it easier for a man to get his erection inside her.

Our kisses became heated and moist. She opened my jeans and her hand slid inside my briefs and boldly grasped my boner. We both gasped at the same time. I reached inside her panties and stroked her pussy-lips. Other than that, I wasn't sure what to do.

Suddenly, as she stroked my throbbing prick her other hand guided my actions. She had one hand on my prick, her other hand teaching me how to touch her, and all the while we kissed and moaned into each other's mouths.

It wasn't long before I cried out and my jism shot out of my cock while she more or less masturbated herself using my hand. I remembered how proud I was when she had her first orgasm with me. I laugh at the thought now because it was really her own hand that made her cum.

Over the weeks we moved to the backseat. She said there was more room, and she wanted to be naked with me. I went along with whatever she suggested. She was in control of our sex life.

The first time I came in her mouth I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, but then she wanted me to do the same for her. She taught me how to use my lips and tongue on her pussy, and I became pretty good at it and gave her great orgasms, but I only did it to make her happy. 

I didn't like 'going down on her' at all. They say "once you get past the smell you got it licked", and truthfully, that's the way I felt, too, but there was something basically nasty and scary that made me hate it every time. 

Oh well, at least I was making her happy.

A few times she wanted me to 'do her' first, but that didn't work out so well. Once she'd climaxed, we found that it was nearly impossible for me to achieve an erection. She worked hard on my prick with her hands and mouth but my damned penis just wouldn't get hard. So she always did me first then I'd do her.

One night, she suddenly took her mouth off my boner, threw her leg on the other side of me and straddled me, my hard prick mere inches from her pussy.

"Sweetie," she whispered in the darkness. "I want to feel you inside me--I want you to be the first...."

Her hand grasped the base of my prick and she lowered herself onto me; the moment my cockhead parted her pussy-lips my boner went soft. She groaned in frustration while waves of humiliation washed over me.

On three consecutive nights we tried the same thing with the same results. I was devastated. Up to this point, I still believed there was a glimmer of hope for me; that maybe I could live a normal life like everyone else, but this only further proved to me who I really was—what kind of guy I was destined to be.

She was sympathetic and very consoling. We were best friends and nothing would ever change that, she said.

One night after leaving the art institute downtown, she suggested we go for a ride to a nearby park. The hair on my neck stood straight and a cold chill ran down my spine. I knew what park she was talking about.

It was difficult finding a parking spot because of the number of apartment buildings surrounding the park. I suggested we go to The Bluffs, but she suddenly blurted out, "There's a spot!" So I parked the car and we sat inside.

We stayed in the front seat; my heart was pounding with fear and uncertainty. I moved next to her and we kissed. I fondled her breasts through her blouse. Her hand rubbed my thigh and when my prick became hard she squeezed it through my jeans.

"Sweetie," she said, "have you ever been here before?"

I was thankful it was dark so she couldn't see my red face. 

"No! Ah...no, of course not...." I lied.

"Do you know what this park is called?" she asked; her hand insistent on my now-throbbing member.

"No...ah...what is it called?" I lied again. 

"People call it 'Penis Park'...this is where men from all over come to meet other men...are you sure you haven't been here before?" Her voice was sincere; she wasn't trying to mock or embarrass me.

I had never felt such panic! It was obvious she knew my dirty little secret, or at least had made an educated guess. I didn't know what to say. She took her hand off my prick and leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Johnny, you are my best friend in the world and I love you...I've never been closer to anyone...you can say anything you want with me and I would never-ever tell anyone else..." her voice was so soothing and calm it made me relax. Tears filled my eyes.

I was gripped with fear and loathing. Pressure kept building in my mind until I thought it would explode.

When a single teardrop rolled down my cheek she wiped it away with her thumb and kissed me again. I put my arms around her and we hugged. I clung to her and laid my head on her shoulder. 

"I...ah...yeah---I've been here before...I never got out of the car though, but I thought about it...I've parked here---I saw guys walking around the pond on the pathway and thought about going down there to meet them...but I never did...I was too scared...that would be like admitting—well, ah, like accepting who I am...I can't do that...I didn't ask to be this way...I don't know how it happened...."

She stroked my hair as I softly cried into her shoulder. My erection was a distant memory. That would be the last time I ever felt her hand on my penis.

"Johnny...you don't choose your favorite color—you just know you like one more than the others...I know what foods you like and don't like—did you make a conscious choice to not like spinach and broccoli, or to love chicken and fish? No, of course not—you were born that way...."

"Maybe," I said, "but people won't threaten to beat me up or kill me if I tell them I don't like spinach...." 

That comment caught her by surprise. She was quiet for a long while then said, "I know...it's awful--I don't understand it...I mean look at people in general...we meet thousands of people in our lifetime, and quite frankly, do you like them all? Do you want to be friends with them all—of course not! 




Dirty Little Secret



There are qualities that endear you to a person, and you 'like' that person...do you have control over who you like or don't like? No, either you like them or you don't...and 'love' is the same way...how can anyone say it's okay to love a certain person, but wrong to love someone else? There is no right person or wrong person—it's love, for God's sake, you don't know who you're going to fall in love with...."  

Listening to Theresa I wished I could love her more than a friend. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her I'd love and satisfy her the rest of our lives; that we'd live happily together for all time, but deep down I knew that was impossible...I could never be passionately in love with her or any other female.

"Sweetie," she said, "...please don't be ashamed of who you are...I want you to be happy." Then she told me: "You'll never be alone—I will always be here for you...."

I gave her soft, moist lips one final kiss.

Theresa decided to transfer to a college on the east coast. She would live with her sister while she attended school. She wasn't leaving for a couple months so we diced to spend as much time together as we could. Even though we no longer had sex, we still loved having our conversations.

With a full year of school behind me, and the credits I'd earned while still in high school, I would be a junior the coming fall term. Like Theresa, I'd been plotting an escape from my parent's house, too.

When I announced that a university with a prestigious computer science department had offered me a full scholarship, I thought my folks would jump at the opportunity to save money on my tuition. 

Boy was I wrong!  

"Dear," my mother said. "You're much too young to live a thousand miles from home. We have plenty of money – don't worry – we can afford to pay for your schooling here."

They didn't think I was mature enough to live on my own. I was bitterly disappointed. For five straight days we fought and argued. In the end, my mother got her way. 

I had a recurring fantasy that I was going to school in any other state but this one, and I would meet a guy like me. We would date and have fun; we would sleep together and finally move in to our own apartment. I would keep him sexually satisfied; we'd fall deeply in love, and after college we'd have great jobs, get married and live open, unashamed lives. 

None of that could ever happen as long as I lived here. 

As long as I stayed at home, I would have to protect my dirty little secret; even if it meant countless days and nights of endless soul-searching and self-loathing; of heart-wrenching loneliness and despair. 

It was like I was in prison: I was eating, sleeping and breathing but had no other freedoms. Others dictated how I thought—what I should feel---who I could like and who I could fall in love with. 

I was trapped in a life that wasn't my own and I didn't know how to get out of it.

Everyone should have a 'Plan B'...an alternate plan in case your life isn't going the way you want. I came up with my own Plan B.

"What do you mean you're going to get a summer job?" my mother asked. "You don't need to work, sweetie...your father and I give you whatever you want...."

I knew this was going to be a hard sell, but I was determined. 

"Mother, I want to earn my own money—I'm nineteen—I can't rely on you and dad for the rest of my life...like dad always says, 'I have to learn how to stand on my own two feet'...how am I going to learn how to do that if I come to you every time I need something?"

She frowned then said, "We'll talk about this when your father gets home...."

At the dinner table, I recited my planned presentation to my father. I was articulate, passionate and logical. When I was through I breathlessly awaited his decision.

A smirk crossed his thin lips and he said: "What the hell do you know about work? You've never done an honest day's work in your life....who the hell is going to hire you—McDonalds? Even they have standards...."

It's amazing how at one moment your pride and ego and confidence are soaring and a few seconds later you feel completely humiliated and useless. That was my dad's gift to the world—he had always been very good at crushing other people's dreams.

"Look, John..." he said when he saw my crestfallen expression. "I busted my butt to build my construction company so my son's wouldn't have to go through what I did...."

"Jimmy worked for you every summer when he was in school---what's the difference?" I challenged him; maybe for the first time in my life.

His face softened as he looked at me. He slowly shook his head, and stared at me with a kind of tenderness I'd never seen before.

"John," he said. "Your brother is a strong boy—hard, physical labor came easy to him...it was good for him...you---you're different...you're not as big and strong as your brother...your brother was a good athlete—he loved sports...you—you're the brains of the family...you're smart and sensitive...you love science and computers and art and music...you're very gifted and we're very proud of you...I think you're going to achieve great things in your lifetime...I think it's good you want to work—it shows initiative—it's what men do...you're just not cut out to work in my business."

They both felt my disappointment. My father softly added, "I'll check around with some guys I know and see if I can find you something suitable." 

My mother frowned at him but I felt a glimmer of hope. 

A couple days later my dad proudly announced: "I got you a job and it's even in the construction business!"

My mother said, "WHAT?"

Two days later I was standing on the side of a road holding a sign that read 'Stop' on one side, and 'Slow' on the other. 

I was hired by my dad's friend who had a huge government contract to rebuild an old highway. 

When I was given a signal, I'd hold up the 'Stop' sign to oncoming traffic and make them wait until I received the 'all-clear' signal and allowed the traffic to proceed. 

The days were long, and it was mind-numbingly boring, but they paid me eighteen bucks an hour—not bad for my first job, huh?

My whole plan was to save as much money as possible so I could afford my own apartment. And at eighteen bucks an hour I would be able to save a lot more money faster than what I'd expected my skills to bring---namely minimum wage.

I spent my days watching the road graders and rollers shape the land and build the road. The heavy equipment fascinated me. I found out early on the operators for the equipment were making at least three-times as much as me, and I began to wonder if I could do those jobs.

I daydreamed of driving the road grader, making thirty-six bucks an hour with not a care in the world. Just drive in a straight line for ten-hours a day then go out with your buddies for a few beers after work.

I laughed at myself for even thinking I could possibly do that job, or for that matter, the dream that I had 'buddies' to have a beer with after work.

During lunch I'd sit around and listen to the equipment operators tell stories of previous jobs in different parts of the country. It seemed most of them didn't live here; by necessity they had worked in many other states.

"You gotta go where the work is, kid," an older guy named 'Red' told me. 

I envied them. Make a ton of money then move on to a new place where no one knew you, and you were free to be whoever you wanted to be. Sweet!

I studied the ease with which they handled the heavy equipment. I watched a guy named Donny, in particular. He guided the grader effortlessly, with perfection. He looked like a hard and gritty character out of an old western movie. 

Someone said he was forty-years-old but he looked fifty. Not a bad-looking fifty—just wear-and-tear from all the years exposed to the wind and sun. He was six-feet tall and lanky with surprisingly big forearms. 

He never said a word to me, but when I heard him talk to the other guys his voice was deep and raspy; probably from chain-smoking as he operated the road grader—he constantly had a cigarette dangling from his lips. 

Friday's were paydays, and when I saw my first paycheck I was thrilled. I thought I was rich. 

'The Guys' all went to a nearby bar & grill for beers after work, on that day Red came up to me and said, "C'mon with us to 'Herbies' after work, kid..."

"I'm only nineteen—they won't let me in...." I replied.

"Nah—you can get in—you just can't have a beer...." So I jumped at the chance to be included in their group. 

After work that day, I found myself scrunched in between Red and Donny in the biggest booth in the bar & grill. It was a tacky joint with a strange smell and old furnishings but I was excited to be there amongst these 'men of the world.'

I don't think I ever said a word. Listening to these guys made me laugh and smile and I think they were impressed that I wasn't a big-mouth-know-it-all-kid; that I knew my place; and was happy with just listening.

Once I got used to the smell of the barroom, I became very aware of another odor; the smell emanating from Red and Donny. 

These guys had just worked a ten-hour shift in the hot sun and their flesh was covered with dried sweat. I didn't need beer or liquor--I was becoming intoxicated with their manly odors. 

When I breathed deeply, raw, animal-like musky aromas invaded my nostrils causing my head to swoon; it shocked me when my prick got hard inside my jeans. 

This was new to me. I wondered how the heck I could spring a boner just by sitting between two men smelling their odor. What kind of sicko am I? 

I had excused myself to call my mom to tell her I wouldn't be home for supper. That I was eating with 'the guys from work.' 

She didn't like it, but I heard my dad say in the background: "Relax dear, it's a good thing—it means his co-workers have accepted him—he's having fun 'with the boys'."

Donny and I were last to walk out of the bar. Outside, he lit a cigarette and we watched the other guys drive away. I wanted to talk, but I didn't know what to say to this quietly stoic, manly-man.

After everyone was gone he turned to me and said, "Get in the front seat of my truck" and he began walking through the parking lot.

Huh? What is he talking about? I hurried to catch-up with him. He had a big pick-up truck and when I heard him unlock the doors I felt a panic in my chest. What is this all about?

"Get in...." he said. There was no hint of a threat or anger in his voice. He was just telling me what to do.

I opened the door, grabbed the overhead handle and pulled myself into the front seat and closed the door.

"I'm gonna let you blow me tonight, kid," he said matter-of-factly.

The hair on my neck stood straight. "What? I—ah—well—I ah...." I stuttered and mumbled. I heard him open his belt buckle and pull down his zipper. "Donny, I-ah..."

"You been staring at me all week, kid...hell, your little dick even got hard sitting next to me in the booth...I know what a boy like you needs...now get over here and get your head down there...I wanna feel your tongue on my dick...."

Another man might have gotten angry, mad, told him to 'fuck-off' and storm out of his truck. I hesitated for about ten-seconds then slid next to him and lowered my head to his exposed crotch. 

The first thing to hit me was his pungent aroma; his manly scent.

"Take a few deeps breaths, kid—smell my cock and balls!" He said as I felt his hand on the back of my head; he pressed my face to his crotch.

His aroma hit my olfactory senses like nothing I'd ever experienced. I sprang a boner immediately. I breathed as deeply as I could; inhaling his wonderful manly scent. My head clouded over...I sensed that this was going to be a defining moment in my life.

"Start licking my dick...."

And I did. 

What struck me was the saltiness on my tongue. I licked tentatively at first, using just the tip of my tongue, but when I found how much I loved his taste—the flavor of his dried sweat—I flattened my tongue and lathered his entire cock with my saliva.

His cock was responding to my tongue. With every movement of my tongue his cock stiffened more and more. I desperately wanted to give him a full erection. I wanted his hard cock in my mouth. I couldn't wait to suck his cock.

Donny seemed to sense my desperation and teased me. I felt his hand near my head; he took his scrotum in his hand and presented it to my mouth.

"Lick my balls, kid...." is all he said.

I moaned when he said it, and my prick throbbed inside my jeans.

Eagerly, but very carefully I licked every inch of his scrotum. I felt drunk from the sweat of his balls as I licked them clean. I was a happy drunk.

His cock was now hard as a rock. He rubbed it against my face as I lavished his balls with my full attention. I felt the cum in my own balls begin to boil and churn. I'd never been this excited—not even with Tony.

"Suck my cock!"

I groaned and thought 'Oh God yessss....' 

I heard him chuckle above me. I didn't care—I just wanted his prick in my mouth. It had been a long time since I had sucked-off Tony, but I never forgot what he'd taught me.

I loved the texture and taste of his cockhead. My tongue swirled over the glans; I licked all around and below the flared ridge. I explored every inch of his beautiful cock to find his most sensitive areas. When he moaned, and his hips jerked, I concentrated on those places; my tongue never left his flesh.

He leaned over and pressed his hand against my crotch. He massaged my prick through my jeans. I groaned into his hot, cock-flesh. 

I bobbed my head up and down and massaged his balls while stroking the base of his cock. He was a man of few words, but his moans and gyrations told me everything I needed to know.

His hand on my boner drove me crazy with lust and desire; he knew what he was doing. The more excited I became, the more frantically I worked on his cock. Our moans filled the cab of his truck. 

Suddenly, I felt his balls contract in my hand and readied myself to take his discharge. His first stream of cum hit the back of my throat; it made me cough so I pressed my tongue firm on his slit so I could more easily lap-up and swallow his thick, manly cream.

I was blissfully sucking and swallowing when my own balls erupted and flooded my briefs. It became crystal clear to me why I loved doing this so much: first off, my own orgasm was spectacular! Theresa had never made me feel this way, even with her mouth.  

Secondly, and more important, was the warm glow I felt in my heart, and the deep down satisfaction I experienced by giving a man I was attracted to such an earth-shattering orgasm. 

At that moment, with his cock still spewing cum in my mouth, I felt unashamed happiness. It was just me and Donny alone in this cruel world, and no one else's thoughts or opinions mattered.

After I was finished cleaning him with my lips and tongue, I sat up and he fixed his clothes.

"Not too bad kid---not bad at all!" he said. 

His words made me flush with pride and joy.

Then he told me how it was going to be for the rest of the summer. No 'ifs'-'ands'-or 'buts'. He didn't ask what I wanted; he didn't even wait to hear my answer, or whether-or-not I would go along with his plan. He just flat-out told me how it was going to be and then he told me to get out of his truck—end of discussion!

I was dizzy with giddiness from his forceful words as I walked to my car. On the drive home, I heard his low, sexy voice in my head:

"You passed the audition, kid—you're going to be my summer bitch. You'll blow me whenever I want—no questions asked...every other Friday you're going to come to my motel room and suck me off then bend over while I fuck you in the ass...is your ass still virgin, kid?"

"Ah—I—yeah, it is...." I'd stuttered, shocked at his question. Tony had never gotten the chance to deflower me.

"Good! I love popping a pretty boy's cherry...you're gonna love it too, kid! You got all the makings of being a first rate fag-boy...you and me are going to have fun together, kid--you know the signal and what you're going to do?"

I assured him I understood everything.

Theresa and I went to dinner Saturday night. The only problem I foresaw with Donny's plan was my parent's suffocating attention. Theresa agreed to provide me with an alibi if I ever needed one.

On the way out of the restaurant Theresa sang the old teasing song: "Johnny's got a boyfriend—Johnny's got a boyfriend...."

At work on Monday, I was on pins-and-needles all day long. Whenever Donny drove by on the grader I watched for the signal; I paid closer attention to him than my job. A couples times an angry voice shouted through the walkie-talkie telling me to wake-up—to quit 'fucking around' and do my job.

There was only about an hour left in the day when Donny drove by and removed his cowboy hat. He was wearing a green bandana—I was crushed! That meant he didn't want to see me after work; the bandana had to be red if we were going to hook-up.

I'd thought about sucking his cock all day and now I wasn't going to get the opportunity to do it. A wave of sadness swept over me.

The next day was worse. My mind was filled with doubts the entire day. Maybe he didn't want to see me again? Maybe he had some other 'fag-boy' sucking his cock?

On his last pass by me I saw the red bandana. My heart leapt with joy. I was going to be with my boyfriend after work!

I was one of the first to leave the jobsite. As per Donny's instructions, I drove three miles and parked in front of a convenience store and waited. I stared down the highway searching for Donny's truck. 

When I saw him coming I got ready; when he passed-by me I backed-up and sped out onto the highway behind him. He was going fast so I had to speed-up to get closer to him. I didn't know where we were going; all I knew was that I was to follow him. I didn't want to fall too far behind him and lose him.

He pulled into an industrial park. Since it was almost sundown most of the cars were gone. He parked in the back row; the buildings shielded us from the highway. I parked a couple stalls from him and got out of my car and jumped into the front seat of his truck.

He was already opening his jeans. When his hard-on sprang into view he said, "I been thinking about you all day, kid...."

That was about the nicest thing he could have said to me. Now I knew why Theresa had felt so good the first night I had an erection with her; it was a compliment. 

Donny's cock had gotten hard thinking about me! Is there any higher form of flattery?

"Don't just look at it, kid--get over here and get to work!" he said.

I slid next to him and lowered my head to his crotch. Once again his manly aroma filled my nostrils and went straight to my brain. He held my head and told me to breathe deeply. I would have done that anyway.

Then he pushed my face onto his cock. The second my lips came in contact with his cockhead I sprang a boner. Between his aroma and the feel of his soft, firm flesh on my lips and tongue, my mind became lost in a fog of lust and desire.

This time as I pleasured him, he gave me more detailed instructions on how he wanted me to do it. 

"By the end of the summer, kid, you're going to be the best little cocksucker in town!" he said through gritted teeth as my lips and tongue made him squirm and sway in his seat.

Mid-way through I felt his hand on my hard prick. He squeezed and stroked it through my jeans. Soon, a constant stream of moans from the both of us filled the cabin of the truck. 

This is what I loved most of all: the two of us settling into a rhythm and enjoying the sensations we gave each other. 

Suddenly, he held my head in place and pumped his hips upward forcing more of his cock into my mouth. His thrusting became more urgent. His hand on my cock moved faster.




Dirty Little Secret



When I felt his cockhead expand in my mouth I flattened my tongue and received the first salvo of cum directly on my lapping tongue. I found his jism easier to swallow if I used my tongue and not let it fill my mouth completely.

He gave my prick one final squeeze and I erupted into my briefs. We trembled and shook as we rode out our orgasms. 

God, what a wonderful feeling it is when you and your lover cum at the same time.

When he regained his composure he didn't close his pants like the first time. Instead, he reached under the seat and showed me a brown paper bag. He pulled out a rubber tube attached to a strap. I had no idea what it was.

"Take off your jeans and shorts," he ordered.

His words surprised me but I immediately obeyed him. I watched as he took the hard rubber tube and coated it with baby oil from a small bottle he'd also retrieved from the bag.

"Lie back on the seat and pull your knees up to your shoulders," he said. 

I thought it an odd request. A small shiver ran down up spine. Is he going to fuck me right here and right now?

"Pull your legs wider apart...."

He held the tube in his hand and ran the tip over my anus. I felt the slickness of the baby oil. 

"You're going to wear this the rest of the week...when I fuck you on Friday I want your asshole to be able to take my cock, but not stretched-open too wide...."

Then I felt the relentless pressure as he pushed the tube into my rectum. 

"I—ah—oh God—I think I have to take a crap!" I blurted out when the tube was all the way inside me.

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's what you'll feel with these things inside you...don't worry about it...do you usually crap in the mornings?"

It was an embarrassing question but I nodded my head 'yes.'

"You can take it out in the morning—make sure you crap then...but the rest of time you're going to wear it."

The tube had a flared-base and when it was all the way inside me he told me to watch and learn how to fasten the straps around my thighs to prevent the tube from falling out. When he was finished he told me to pull up my jeans.

When I lifted my hips to pull on the jeans and briefs then sat down on the seat I felt the tube inside me and exclaimed: "Oh my!"

"The rubber cock in your ass is three-quarters-of-an-inch in diameter and four inches long...it's gonna help both you and me...when I take your cherry you won't be in as much pain, and your cunt will still be tight for my cock ...."

I think it was the combination of his dirty talk and the strange sensation from the tube in my ass that caused me to spring a boner so soon after I'd already cum.

It was extremely uncomfortable until he told me I had to relax and loosen my sphincter. If I fought the tube my muscles would try to expel it from me. I concentrated hard on loosening myself and he was right, the pain and panic disappeared.

He reached over and squeezed my hard prick and laughed. 

"Yeah...I think you're gonna have a lot of fun at night with that thing inside you...get over here, bitch, and suck me off again!" he said with a smile on his face.

His wonderful penis was hard again and I went down on him for the second time on that beautiful, sun-kissed afternoon.

Once I got accustomed to the thing in my butt I kind of enjoyed it. I felt it with every step I took--it was actually very sensual and erotic. The only problem was my near-constant erection. Luckily, my boner didn't make much of a bulge in the front of my jeans, and if I positioned my body and hands just right no one would notice.

Nothing much was said during dinner with my parents that night and afterwards I hurried upstairs to do some 'homework.' I powered-up the laptop and immediately went to peniscocksandpricks.com. 

I studied the links and clicked on 'Big Dicks in Tight Assholes.' Since Donny was going to fuck me on Friday, I wanted to learn as much about it as I could.

I'd seen the photos before, but now that I looked closely at them a shiver of fear and apprehension ran up my spine.

Oh my God! How could I ever take Donny's big cock back there? It's too big—it won't fit! He'll tear me apart!

I studied all the pictures of guys getting fucked in the ass: bending over; on their backs with their legs high in the air; sitting on cocks facing the other guy; sitting on cocks facing away from the guy.... 

After fifteen minutes I couldn't take it any longer and stripped naked and lay on my bed and stroked myself to a fantastic climax. The rubber cock in my ass intensified my ejaculation to the point I had to grab the pillow to muffle my screams of ecstasy.

Donny was certainly right about me having fun at night with the rubber cock inside me. Thirty-minutes more of viewing man-to-man sex and I had to return to bed to relieve my throbbing prick one more time. 

I read male sex stories and articles about anal sex. I wanted to learn everything there was to know. My imagination ran wild; I pictured myself in all these positions with Donny ramming his hard cock into me. 

I didn't bother going back to bed; I sat in front of the computer and furiously stroked my boner staring at a young guy sitting on a cock moving up-and-down on it. 

It surprised me when my first stream of cum shot high enough to reach the keyboard of my computer. I shook and trembled in the chair as I wallowed in the pleasure of my third orgasm in such a short span of time.

When I finally went to bed the smell of my semen hung in the air. I smiled to myself and hoped my mother would come in my room tomorrow.

The next morning I sat on the toilet when I removed the rubber cock. It was a good thing, too; a lot of waste flew right out of me. I washed the rubber cock with loving care, coated it with baby oil, and gently pushed it back inside me. 

The most difficulty I had was summoning enough courage to relax my sphincter and push it through my anus. Once inside me, it seemed to smoothly glide all the way in me.

Wednesday after work I sucked-off Donny twice and came once in my briefs--another earth-shattering climax. The rubber cock in my ass magnified the intensity of lust I was feeling for Donny. 

"How many times you jerk-off last night?" he asked.

"Three..." I sheepishly admitted.

He laughed. "Yeah, I thought you would...by the way, we'll skip tomorrow—I'm going out with 'the boys' tomorrow night...on Friday, drive to the convenience store and wait for me then follow me to my motel, okay?"

"Yeah, of course, Donny," I agreed.

"Try not to get too carried away the next couple nights – Friday's your big night—you're gonna do it all for me, kid...you're gonna suck my dick and balls and lick my asshole then I'll pop your cherry and officially make you my bitch!"

Then he smiled and asked, "That's what you want, isn't it kid? You want to be my bitch, right?"

There was only one way to answer that question if I wanted to continue seeing him: "Yes, Donny, I want to be your bitch...."

"Try not to jerk-off at all the next two nights..." was the last thing he said as I left his truck.

Later that night I called Theresa to see if she wanted to have dinner Thursday night. The phone rang several times before she answered and it was obvious from her halting speech and heavy breathing I caught her at a bad time. I figured she was exercising. She called me back an hour later.

"Hi, sweetie—sorry it took so long to get back with you," she said giggling, "...but Chip was here and we were, ah, you know—kinda busy."

I froze. Chip lived two doors down from here. In high school he was a football star and popular with the ladies. Before Theresa came out of her shell he never gave her the time of day. Now they'd been dating for a couple weeks. For some reason it bothered me to picture her with him.

"Want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?" I asked, feeling sure she'd turn down my offer so she could be with Chip.

"Yes," she squealed in a high-pitched voice I'd never heard before. "A 'girls night out'—that would be so much fun!"

I cringed when she used that phrase. Just because I was attracted to guys didn't make me more of a girl. I was still a 'guy' in every sense of the meaning.

I took her to a decent restaurant and we sat side-by-side in a booth. Her voice was bubbly and her eyes sparkled as she talked about Chip. She was very much infatuated with him. 

I thought it was the attention she was finally receiving from one of the popular guys that she liked the most.

She giggled and leaned over and spoke in a soft voice: "You know when you called yesterday?" 

I nodded. 

"Well, Chipper was eating me out---that's why I sounded like that!"

I looked at her and forced a smile on my face. Ever since I was no longer a possible love interest to her, she told me more and more intimate details of her life; like I was now her 'girlfriend' who she could confide in.

Frankly, I didn't want to hear about her sex life. It bothered me I wasn't the one giving her orgasms. In all things concerning Theresa I still felt as though I was the 'man' in the relationship.

A week earlier she confided in me that Chip had taken her virginity. My heart had sunk when she told me. I felt sad and a little jealous. 

"Chipper's got a wonderful cock—it's long and thick—I can't get enough of it!" she said. "How's Donny's cock? Is it one of those that you like?"

I had made a mistake one night while we were talking on the phone. I was staring at peniscocksandpricks.com and described to her all the different cocks I was seeing, and which ones I found attractive and the ones I didn't like at all. 

I think that was when she began treating me more like a girlfriend than a 'guyfriend'. Perfectly understandable

"Yeah...ah, it's long and slender and it stays rock-hard..." I couldn't believe I said that to her.

"Well personally, I like'em big and thick—just like Chippers!" she said and giggled some more.

I told her tomorrow was the 'big night'. 

"Oh, sweetie," she said in all seriousness. "Make sure he uses a lot of lubricant – otherwise it'll hurt like hell when he sticks it in you back there."

I'm not sure what bothered me more: picturing Chip fucking her 'back there', or the fact she got fucked in the ass before I did.

I had never had such a hodge-podge of conflicting thoughts and emotions in my life. My mind was a whirling-dervish of confusion. Our talk was feeling creepy so I tried to steer the conversation to a different topic, but she wasn't done with it yet.

"Sweetie, do you want to go shopping for some nice things to wear? You know, maybe something frilly – maybe some sheer panties? I wear these pretty lace panties for Chipper and they drive him crazy!"

My face flushed and I was feeling somewhat agitated.

"Theresa, I'm not a cross-dresser – there's a big difference between liking guys and dressing like a woman...."

She saw that I was uncomfortable and she finally changed the subject.

All day at work on Friday I was anxious and annoyed. I wanted the rubber cock out of my ass, and Donny's cock inside me. I began to fear that I was making a mistake. 

Maybe I did like girls after all. I mean, when Theresa spoke of Chip I did feel twinges of jealousy. Doesn't that mean anything?

But every time Donny rode by me on the grader, sitting so proud and erect, my heart melted and my doubts and fears vanished. My dick began to twitch in my briefs.

I thought about how I had proven my dad wrong once again. I was sucking a guy's cock and swallowing his cum and I hadn't gone straight to hell. 

I couldn't wait for Donny to ravish me in his motel room.