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Trish

By: SordidDetails



He was in the kitchen when he peeked again, closer this time than when he'd peered down from his bedroom. One hand clutched a glass, the other the faucet handle; he might need an excuse for hovering by the window. Besides, it helped steady him.

This wasn't the same hyper little squirt he remembered. Until a moment ago he still pictured her with Kool Aid-stained lips, splashing awkwardly about his pool. His most vivid memory of her was when he caught her pulling the fabric of her bathing suit into simulated breasts, all the while shrieking "I'm Madonna, I'm Madonna!" to the hysteria of her playmates. 

Trish had called about a month ago to reintroduce herself. She'd grown up down the street but moved away several years ago when her parents separated. The 'rents had recently patched things up, and she was staying with them over summer vacation. She was working nights and wondered if she might use his pool now and then while he was at work. Since then she'd spent most weekdays working on her tan. This was the first day he hadn't gone to the office, so their paths had not crossed before today. She wouldn't have known that he was home.

Can you call tits "profound"? Somehow that word popped into his mind. The way they spilled out of her top and practically levitated: profound. Her stomach, with it's little "innie" bellybutton cupping a small puddle of oil, was flat but still fleshy enough for him to imagine its give under his touch. The legs were long and graceful, yet athletic and powerful, like a dancer's. The severity of her bangs (not so much Bettie Page as Veronica from the Archie comic strip) was in sharp contrast to her still girlish face. It was as though she was trying to force her features to catch up to her body's maturity.

She reached for the thermos resting by her towel, tipped it back, then tossed the container to the ground. Trish rose to her feet, teetering just enough for Mr. Adler to realize it wasn't water she'd just guzzled. She stepped gingerly to his privacy wall (add her ass to the "profound" category), squatted, and hooked a thumb under her bikini fabric to pull it aside. He told himself it was indignation that urged him outside.

"AHEM!" Could he have uttered anything more hackneyed? Still, she jerked her head upward, wobbled, and fell back onto her profound ass. She tried to break her fall with both hands, which caused her bikini to snap back into place. A spurt of pee soiled the material before her instincts kicked in to stop the discharge. She sat frozen on the lawn, looking for a moment like the gangly kid he recalled. Her apologies tripped over one another: she thought he was at work...she couldn't wait to walk home...if she'd known he was home she would have knocked...

"Is that any excuse for pissing all over my property like a stray dog?!" She sat in mortified silence. But then maybe she detected him trembling ever so slightly, or she discerned some activity in his trousers, or merely made the type of educated guess a gorgeous woman can make about a man's motives. When he bitingly asked, "are you quite done?" she smirked a little, and said that she wasn't. 

The fluid hissed out of her bald cunt and slithered through the tightly cropped blades of grass, forming a puddle between his feet. He didn't flinch when it backed up against his shoes like water against a dam. Sick old pervert. "Ooh, I'm a mess Mr. Adler. Can I clean up inside?" She didn't wait for an answer and sauntered through the door, thinking how it was going to be fun to toy with this seedy bastard. 

"How about fixing a drink, something ice cold?" He heard the shower running as he obediently headed to the kitchen. He had just finished making gin and tonics when she padded in, wrapped in a small towel, dripping all over his pristine floor. He fancied that he appeared calm and composed. He looked to her like a petrified little boy. The tables had definitely turned in her favor.

They drank silently, the AC blasting. Its chill hardened her nipples beneath the terry cloth, and raised goose bumps across his flesh. She saucily let the towel fall to the floor and perched on a tall stool. Her foot, resolutely placed on his chest, stopped his advance. She giggled, spun her back to him and stretched lazily. He shook as he told her she had the most perfect ass he'd ever seen.

"I know. Why don't you kiss it?" As he worshipped her young, perfect, profound ass, she confronted him. "You liked watching me pee. Why is that?" He launched into a long-winded, overly rationalized explanation that made him sound like a Dr. Ruth wannabe. It bored her. It was enough to know for certain that he liked it. 

"Well I have to go again," she interrupted. He began to remind her where the bathroom was when the first drops began to trickle down one leg, tickling her thigh. He watched in fascination as the trail wound its way to her manicured red toenails. Just then the first full blast jetted out, falling short of its mark, and splashing on his sterile tile floor. The next burst reached the target, drenching his neck and chest, finally hitting him flush in the face. Again that bratty giggle: "I'm just so clumsy! Look what I've done now!"

She clamped tight to interrupt the flow. "Open wide," she commanded. In contrast to the cool tile on his knees and the icy temperature of the house, her piss burned his tongue. It seared his throat like whiskey. He risked stinging his eyes as he watched the whole intense scene. Her hands were placed arrogantly on her hips as she gazed down at him with a mixture of amazement and condescension. "This is just too easy," she thought. She loved this feeling of absolute power; it was so addictive, so easy to abuse. Anyone who'd fall to his knees and drink her hot piss was hers for the taking. She forbade him to wipe his face, and commanded him to strip.

The scene drove her mad with arousal, but of course she couldn't let him touch her lovely little clit. She fingered herself as he licked her leg clean. She came powerfully at the sight of him drinking her now cool piss off of the floor. Then without a word she stepped over him, fetched her things, and dressed. She gave him one last bratty looked and traipsed out the door. 

The next morning he called in sick and waited by the kitchen window.

Trish



"Oh my god, Oh my god," I wailed as a toe curling orgasm swept through me. I convulsed off the bed, pushing my pussy hard into the tongue and lips busily bringing me off. Her tongue was everywhere, fluttering on my clit, licking up and down my throbbing pussy, spearing deeply into my hungry pussy hole. This one was even bigger than the first, and she was not letting up one bit. I moaned as I felt my lover slide two fingers into my pussy and began to pump them in and out. The fullness felt wonderful, my pussy clamping down as they slid in an out. The sensation was nice addition to her tongue and lips as they continued to lick my pussy and clit. I grabbed my breasts and pulled on my nipples adding to the pleasure my lover was providing. 

"Oh baby, fuck me good," I moaned as my hips pushed against her hand, driving her fingers deeper inside me. I spread my legs open wider as I humped my hips off the bed. She locked her lips on my clit, sucking it into her mouth and then proceeded to lick the head. I moaned wantonly as the first sparks of another orgasm began to fire. It started in my toes, and then up my legs, to my ass then up my spine, finally exploding as my brain and pussy dissolved into waves of pleasure. This one was amazing – my pussy clamped down on her fingers, locking them deep in my pussy as I exploded. I reached down grabbing her head as my orgasm peaked and then slowly ebbed. 

"No more, please," I gasped, pushing her away from my throbbing pussy. I collapsed back onto the bed, limp. After a few moments, I held my arms up, inviting her to come up and share a kiss. She climbed up from between my thighs, lowering herself onto me as our lips met. We continued making out while my heartbeat returned to normal. I rolled her off me, our lips still together, making sure to lick her lips and surrounding areas, tasting myself on her face.

"That was amazing," she said finally.

"We definitely need to do this again", I replied. "You sure know your way around a gal's parts."

"You do too," she replied. I have never had someone make me cum as hard as you did."

"It was my pleasure," I replied. "Why don't we take a quick shower together and put some clothes back on. David should be here in about 2 hours." 

We got up and I led her into my bathroom and turned on the water. She peed while I made sure the temperature was right. I stepped into the shower, holding the door open for her to follow. God, she was cute. Slender with perky "C" cup breasts, gorgeous dark pink nipples, flat tummy, and cute manicured bush hiding her pussy. She was a true Irish redhead, freckled all over. She was shorter than I, probably five foot three, but cute as a button and hot as a firecracker in bed. Just my kind of lover. I turned her around in the shower, reaching for the luffa and soap as I studied her cute little ass. She giggled as I completed my inventory, knowing exactly what I was doing.

"You're insatiable," she said.

"You're adorable," I replied. "Let's get you cleaned up." 

I soaped up the luffa and began with her back, cleaning thoroughly before squatting down to do her feet and legs. She lifted a foot which I cleaned before giving me the other one. I cleaned up her legs to her ass, spending a few extra moments cleaning her cute little ass. I experimentally ran a finger around her ass and received a positive response both verbally and physically. I stored that little piece of information away for a later date. I grabbed her hips, turned her around, and began to wash the front of her legs. I bypassed her pussy, moving up to wash her tummy. I looked up to see her watching me. I realized that washing her cute body had rekindled my sex drive, and I decided to get Trish off in the shower since I love shower sex. There's something about the water beating down on you, the feel of soapy hands rubbing against wet skin and steam heating up the intensity. 

With a mischievous smile, I stood up, leaned forward and kissed her as my soapy hands move to her pert tits. I soaped them up as I deepened our kiss when her lips parted for my tongue. My hands found her nipples. I rubbed them in the palms of my hands until they hardened, and then began to pull on them, eliciting an immediate response. She moaned into my mouth as I continued to tweak her nipples, making them harden further. I pulled away from her lips, looking at her as I continued to caress her tits. She opened her eyes; her lids hooded with lust, and pulled my head back into a heated kiss. I opened my mouth, ran my tongue around her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. She acquiesced. I pulled her under the water letting it wash the soap off her body. I slid the hand that held the luffa down to her bush, and slowly rubbed it there before sliding it lower. She parted her legs, letting me explore her pussy. I gently rubbed the luffa over her outer lips, washing her pussy. Our tongues were playing a duet in each other's mouth. 

I dropped the luffa and used my fingers to part her outer lips, sliding two fingers along her exposed pussy. I found her pussy wet and engorged, the moisture slippery. My fingers took advantage of the soap, sliding easily between her parted outer lips. I found her clit, hiding beneath its sheath and gently rubbed it. I felt it begin to harden as her hips began to pump against my fingers. She moaned, pulling away from our kiss. I took this opportunity to move lower, moving my mouth down to capture one of her nipples, sucking on it roughly as my fingers rubbed her clit. Looking up, her eyes were now closed, her lips still parted. I rotated my hand, leaving a thumb to rub her clit and sank two fingers into her wet little pussy. She gasped as I entered her. 

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, "you're making me sooo horny. Don't stop, please." 

I love a lover who talks dirty, and I find it impossible to resist a lover's request. So I proceeded to do exactly what she asked. I moved her out of the water stream until she could lean back against the shower wall. I began to fuck her harder, my fingers sliding in and out with more force. Each thrust caused my thumb to run up from the base of her clit to the head, her hips pushing down and forward to increase the contact. 

"Ride my fingers until you cum," I said.

"Oooh, getting closer," She panted in response.

As her arousal grew, her moans became more frequent and louder. As she came closer to orgasm, her dirty mouth spewed encouragement, indicating her rising level of passion. Her hips were now thrusting hard against my hands as her fingers pulled on her hard nipples. I pinched her clit between my fingers, she squealed loudly, moaning that she was close. Finally, she peaked, shaking and moaning, her pussy leaking profusely. . 

Once she had cum, I removed my fingers, licking them clean of her nectar. While she recovered, I quickly washed myself before giving both of us a final rinse. She had recovered enough to dry herself. We went back out to my bedroom. I took a quick look at the clock. Our shower interlude had only taken twenty five minutes. 

"I'm gonna go back out to the pool, you are welcome to join me if you like while we wait for David," I said. Can I loan you a suit?"

"Are you sure I am not imposing?" she asked. "I never planned on being here so long. I didn't know David's flight was delayed. I apologize for interrupting your day off."

"Don't be silly," I said. "I am glad you came. And I am certainly enjoying your visit so far."

"You're sure?" She asked. I nodded.

"There is no way I can wear one of your suits," she said. "It will fall off me. Your tits are much bigger than mine and your hips are curvier."

"I'm sure I could find something that would work, and I know Birgit and I would enjoy the view," I smarted. "But the kids really wouldn't understand. How about if I get one of Birgit's suits? You both have the same figure." I reached into my closet, selected a clean bikini and pulled it on. 

I left my bedroom and walked down the hall. 

"Birgit, may I borrow one of your bikinis for Trish?" I asked my nanny.

"No problem," she replied. "The kids and I just came in for some juice. I stuck my head into your bedroom and it sounded like the two of you were enjoying a nice shower together," she said with only a hint of sarcasm. "Are you going back out to the pool?" she asked

"Yup, be there in a minute," I replied. 

I entered Birgit's room, grabbed a cute emerald green thong bikini that I knew would compliment Trish's hair and eyes as well as providing Birgit and I some lovely eye candy and then returned to my bedroom.

"Here you go," I said as I handed her the bikini.

She held it up and smiled. "I love the color, but isn't this a bit risqué?" she asked. 

I assured her that it would be fine. With a shrug she put on the top and I helped her tie it. She also needed to tighten the strings on her hips a little. I have to say that she looked edible with it on. Her tits were barely covered by the top, with her nipples barely visible through the fabric. The bottoms highlighted her cute butt and barely covering her front. Her hips were a little leaner than Birgit's was, but she was smaller on top. When Birgit wore the suit, her tits looked like they would fall out at any moment. 

"Let's go get some sun", I said. We left the bedroom, stopping in the kitchen for a drink on our way out to the pool. I had a glass of wine and after some cajoling, Trish had the same. 

We sat down by the pool in lounge chairs, joining Birgit who was watching my kids. We chatted for a while about normal things. Birgit and I got up a few times to deal with the kids who were playing in the pool. When Birgit asked Trish what she did, she explained that she was the office manager for David's office and had come over to get some papers signed. Our little assignation was made possible because David's flight was delayed for 5 hours. Trish needed the papers signed today so she had to stay. 

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When Trish had arrived, David should have already been home. Unbeknownst to her, David's charter had been delayed by weather. We had chatted for a while in the kitchen, when David called again to say the plane had been further delayed. Trish offered to leave at that point, but I was feeling a little playful and decided to see if I could seduce her so I convinced her to stay. I have a well developed sixth sense about people and I am rarely wrong. I was picking up vibes that my bikini was creating some interest on the part of Trish. David had been away for several days, and I was already horny and anticipating his return. Prior to her arrival, I was taking advantage of a rare day off to get some sun by the pool, so I was wearing one of my tinier bikinis. Although I had two kids, I had kept my figure through a combination of good genes and hard work at the gym. I had caught her on more that one occasion checking me out. The thought of a new lover as cute as Trish had already got my pussy starting to swell with anticipation. 

With all that in mind, I offered to show her around the house while we waited for David to arrive home. As we walked around the house, I made it a point to touch her arms, wrap a hand around her shoulders as I pointed out various items in the house. At one point I was standing behind her and I put my hands on her shoulders before pointing out a picture of the kids above the fireplace in the family room. Once done, I slowly slid my hands down her arms, gently moving closer to brush my tits against her back, my legs also touching her ass. She didn't object in the least. I knew from her response that she was open to being seduced. I led her down the hallway toward my bedroom, pointing out the kids and Birgit's rooms down another hallway. We entered the master bedroom and I casually closed the door. 

I looked her in the eye and said, "Trish, I have a sixth sense about people and I am picking up vibes from you. You turn my on and I want to get you naked get to know each other a little better while we wait for David." I continued to look in her eyes as I reached up behind my neck and slowly untied my top. She didn't say a word, but the intensity of her eyes told me her answer. I pulled the string and then without loosening it further, reached behind my back an untied the remaining string. With a shake of my shoulders, the top fell to the floor. Her eyes widened as she saw my naked tits displayed to her. I stepped forward, my hands at her hips. I moved my face to within inches of her, looking deeply into her eyes. She didn't respond, but closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. That was all the answer I required. I moved my lips onto hers as we kissed for the first time. Her lips were soft, her breath sweet. I felt her arms come up over my shoulders as her lips parted. I deepened our kiss as my fingers began to open her blouse. I quickly unbuttoned her, pulling the tails of her tailored blouse from her skirt and sliding it off her shoulders and down her arms. I reached behind her, finding the clasp of her bra and unsnapping it. My fingers slid up the straps, sliding them down off her shoulder. I broke our kiss, moving slightly away from her to see her tits exposed as the bra slid from her arms. Wanting her naked, I proceeded to remove her skirt, leaving her cute, transparent bikini panties on. She slid out of her pumps, and I grabbed her hand and led her towards my bed.

"Have you been with a woman before?" I asked.

She nodded yes, an amazing color of scarlet beginning on her face, down her neck and even onto her chest. She was blushing!

Yummy, I thought. I lay her down on the bed, settling down next to her. My lips moved from hers, kissing her face. I found an earlobe, and began to nibble on it. She gasped with pleasure. I moved down her neck, kissing her throat and then her shoulder, moving my body down. My lips moved lower, my tongue licking her breasts, stopping to kiss and caress her cute tits until I had her gasping in pleasure before kissing down her tummy before sliding between her legs. I pulled down her panties, removing them down her hips and off her legs. She lifted her feet up off the bead her panties moved past her ankles and off her feet. Her legs parted, opening herself to me. Her pussy hair was closely trimmed, but she was not bare. Her lips were parted, engorged with blood. I prefer a shaved pussy, not liking to get pubic hairs in my mouth, but I was too horny to worry the details. Hungry to taste her, I dove in with my lips and tongue. I started at the bottom, sliding my tongue between her outer lips, then up her channel to her clit. Trish moaned as soon as my tongue hit her pussy and continued for the entire duration of my journey. When my tongue reached her clit, she shivered as I spent a moment teasing her bundle of nerves. With that I was off, like the seasoned pussy licker I am, I worked her pussy up and down until she started talking dirty to me. 

"Suck on my clit," she begged. So I did. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue," she gasped. So I did. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, bringing her off the first time with just my tongue. As she recovered, I tongued her hole, savoring the juices of her orgasm. Once she had recovered, I returned to licking her, taking her to another climax with my fingers rubbing her g-spot. Her second orgasm was bigger; she cried out loudly as her pussy convulsed around my fingers. Her kegal muscles were well developed; she locked down on my fingers as her muscles rippled in waves. Finally, they released, so I withdrew my fingers, sucking on them to taste her pussy juices before returning my lips and tongue to the source. 

"No more, please," she begged as she pushed my face from between her legs. I moved up over her, leaning down to kiss her. She responded to my lips as I lowered myself fully onto her body.

After a few minutes, I rolled off her and told her I needed her to give me an orgasm. She proceeded to rock my world, displaying her well developed pussy eating skills to my satisfaction. 

I love finding a new lover, and Trish had far exceeded my expectations. 

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I was pulled from the erotic memory when I heard Birgit ask Trish if she enjoyed the tour of the house. I knew from the teasing tone of her voice that Birgit was trying to elicit a response from Trish. I listened as Trish stammered out a lame response about how nicely the house was decorated. With my attention now fully back to the present, I listened as Birgit said, "It sure sounded like you both enjoyed the tour, the moans and cries to enjoyment could be heard throughout the house."

"It was quite enjoyable," I replied as I smiled. I turned to Trish who was blushing furiously. I reached out and patted Trish's arm. "Don't worry Trish," I told her. "She's just jealous because we didn't invite her to join us." 

Trish swiveled her head between the two of us. "So you two are lovers?" she whispered.

"Lovers?" Birgit snickered. "You must know by now that Jacqui is insatiable", she snorted. "Do you think I could work here if we weren't lovers? She can't keep her hands to herself," she smarted.

Trish thought for a moment, and then slowly nodded her head in understanding. 

"I would love to show you my room if Jacqui didn't wear you out," Birgit said. I am sure you would enjoy it immensely." Birgit was a wiz with a strapon and my pussy convulsed at the thought of her fucking Trish senseless. I knew Trish wanted to go with Birgit, but some sense of propriety might prevent her so I decided to help her along with her decision. 

"I am sure Birgit could interest you if given the opportunity," I offered. "She is amazing with her strapon and never fails to exhaust me", I said. "Why don't you two kids go mess up some sheets," I offered. "I know the two of you will enjoy some adult time. I will get the kids out of the pool get them changed and start some dinner. Trish, why don't you plan on staying for dinner after you two finish. Dinner will be in about an hour and half, will that give you enough time?" I said.

Birgit got up from her lounger and then pulled Trish up off her seat. Never giving the girl a change to answer, she began leading Trish into the house. Pulling her along behind her Birgit tossed a "we'll have to make due, see you later," over her shoulder as they went into the house. 

I spent about another half hour out at the pool with the kids before getting them into the house and into a bathtub. I supervised a bath and then got them dressed and placed in front of the TV to watch a movie while I prepared dinner. I couldn't resist walking down to Birgit's closed door to listen a few times. From the sounds of things, they were both enjoying themselves. Birgit is also a very vocal lover and from the sounds of things they both were voicing their needs. Although Brigit likes to be dominant with her lovers, she enjoys lying on her back and receiving also. I smiled at the thought of what must be going on behind closed doors and spent a moment wishing I didn't have to get dinner started. 

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I was in the kitchen when David finally arrived home. I welcomed him with one of my I'm glad your home kisses and hugs. He responded by engulfing me in a tight hug kissing me enthusiastically. His hands found my ass and he pulled me tightly against him. I could feel his dick responding to my closeness and I rubbed my naked tummy against his growing bulge. I wanted to make sure he knew that I was horny and expecting him to fuck me senseless later. 

We continued to kiss and hug until I finally pushed him away. His dick was hard, and if we kept it up one minute longer, we would not be eating dinner. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes", I finally told him. "Why don't you get changed and then if you wouldn't mind, look in on Birgit and let her know dinner is ready. She is entertaining a new lover who you know, so you may want to see what they are up to." 




Trish



David looked at me speculatively, "Someone I might know?" he replied. "Hmm, this I have to see," he said. I silently mouthed "Trish" to him. The look on his face was priceless. I know David well, and I knew exactly what was running through his mind. He turned and left and I listened as he went in to see the kids before heading down to change. 

When I heard David leave our room, I snuck down the hallway behind him to watch as he looked in on Birgit. He knocked on the door and then opened it up. I was right behind him as he entered the room. I saw Birgit and Trish in her bed, Trish had the covers lifted up to her chin, embarrassment clear on her face. Birgit had no such modesty in front of David as she sat there naked, her strapon still attached to her. "David, and Jacqui," Birgit purred. "Your timing is impeccable, we were just finishing". 

"David," Trish began to sputter, "I came over to get some papers signed. I know what you must be thinking," she continued. 

"Why don't you two get dressed and we can continue this conversation over dinner." I grabbed David by the hand and led him out of Birgit's room.

"I'm sorry my flight was delayed," David said as he followed me back to the kitchen. "Looks like I missed out on a fun afternoon," he mused. "I imagine you were also involved," he looked at me speculatively.

"You know me well," I affirmed. We will share all the details over dinner. With that, David helped me set the table and get the dinner plated up. He went and fetched the kids to the table, and we began eating. The kids were finishing eating as Brigit and Trish joined us. Trish had dressed in her work clothes and said she had to leave. I stood up and grabbed her hand, refusing to let her leave. Her expression made clear that she was deeply embarrassed and very uncomfortable. Understanding how mortified she had to feel, I began telling her that everything was fine. I stood up and walked over to her. Holding both her hands, I looked her in the eye and began by telling her that there was no reason for her to leave or to be embarrassed. Trish continued to whisper that she needed to leave. I pulled her close.

"Sweetie, I whispered in her ear. "The last thing we would do is embarrass you. Birgit and I are delighted to have found you as a lover and you are welcome in our home." I felt her shudder and realized she was beginning to cry. I began to rub her back as she continued to cry onto my shoulder. 

"I'm so embarrassed", she whispered. "You all must think I am a total slut," she continued. "I am not like this," she said. 

"Of course you're not," I whispered. "No one here believes that for a moment. We don't think that way."

"But, David...," she replied.

"Honey, don't spend a minute worrying about David. He doesn't think that way. Don't think for a moment he doesn't know what goes on here. I would never hide what I do from David. I tell him everything. We share a number of lovers, and enjoy bringing others into our bed. As a matter of fact, I am sure he is looking forward to getting you naked."

I felt her lift her head from my shoulder. "You mean to tell me that David would want to have sex with me?" she asked. "You'd be ok with that?" she continued. 

I could sense her libido beginning to break down her reluctance. Trish had the hots for David, I realized. I reached behind my back and waved for David and Brigit to join us. I continued to hold onto Trish. 

David and Birgit joined us surrounding Trish. Their hands joined mine on Trish's back. We continued to talk to her and calm her down. After a few moments, I suggested we all sit down and eat dinner and talk further.

We finally convinced her to sit down and eat. I excused myself for a few minutes to put the kids to bed and then returned to the table. Trish was back to being herself, undeniably cute and desirable. We all showered Trish with attention and flattering comments, encouraging her to open up. David made sure all of our wine glasses were full, his intent clear. David is a master at getting us gals tipsy, then getting us into his bed. When we were done with the meal, Birgit helped me clean up while Trish got her briefcase and reviewed the paperwork she needed David to sign. When Trish and David were done, the four of us settled in the family room to have a glass of wine. We all had to get up and work tomorrow but didn't want the time together to end. Trish finally stood up and said she needed to get home. We offered to let her stay, even offering her a choice of bed partners, but she refused. We finally let her go after getting her to promise to come visit Friday night after work for dinner and???? I walked her out to her car, not letting her leave without a hug and a kiss. 

"We look forward to seeing you on Friday," I said. Why don't you bring a bathing suit and even some clothes to sleep in and plan on spending the night?" I know David will want to fuck you silly if you are willing," I said.

Trish nodded her head and then replied, "I would like to think about what happened today a little first before I agree. I had an amazing time with you and Birgit today, but I have to think about sleeping with my boss. I can't afford to put my job at risk for sex."

I told her I completely understood and suggested she think about it and if it might help, offered that she could speak with David or me. I closed by telling her that I was sure her decision would not affect her employment with David and we would respect her decision. I certainly wanted her to feel comfortable being a lover to me and David.

She thanked me for my comments, and got in her car and left.

I returned inside to find that Birgit had gone to bed while I was outside. David was in the kitchen loading the wine glasses into the dishwasher. He asked me if everything was ok, to which I replied everything would be fine once he took me to bed and ravished me since I had missed him so much. He saucily replied that I was a harlot and he would do his best to satisfy my needs. We closed up the house and headed to bed.

Once in the bedroom I wrapped my arms around David's neck and leaned in for a hot kiss. Despite my earlier romp with Trish, I had missed my husband and was ready from some hard cock. After an initial kiss, I broke away, heading for the bathroom for a quick shower and to brush my teeth. I heard David come into the bathroom as I was finishing my shower. David finished brushing his teeth while I was drying myself and then I heard and smelled him putting on some cologne. I love a man wearing cologne. I quickly brushed my teeth while mentally deciding what color negligee to put on to increase David's ardor. I quickly donned a red lace teddy, tied my hair up into a pony tail and joined David in bed. We met in the middle of the bed and kissed. As long term lovers tend to do, we knew which buttons to push to turn each other on. David is an amazing lover, and his kisses and caresses quickly had me hot and horny. I removed the negligee, wanting him to freely caress me. He began to slide down my body, and as much as I wanted him to lick me, I had other plans. I grabbed his arms, pulling him back up to my lips. After a kiss, I told him I wanted to give him a blow job.

While I really wanted him in me, I knew if I gave him one of my patented blow jobs first, his need would be reduced and he could give me the long, hard screwing I needed. Plus, he knew from the way my hair was tied, that I was willing to blow him. I know he loves to watch me suck him and it's easier for him to watch if my hair is up. Plus, he had applied some cologne to his genital area, and the smell really gets me going. I pushed him over on his back, and slid down between his legs. He was already hard, and I began to pump his dick. David put his hands behind his head, silently acknowledging what I was about to do. 

"I missed you sooo much, darling," I said. "I'm going to suck this big cock until you cum so you can fuck me silly. I need you to fuck me good. I haven't had any cock in several days, and you know how much I miss you giving me the fucking I need?"

I leaned forward and began to lick the head of his cock as I wrapped a hand and slowly pumped the shaft. I love giving head, I end up getting as turned on as the person whose cock I'm sucking. I enjoy the texture and taste of a cock, and certainly love to watch the expressions of arousal from David. He always encourages me, both physically and verbally. Within minutes, David was responding to me. The smell of the cologne mixed with some of the precum leaking out of his cock had me delirious with passion. I sensed myself speeding up. My lips were securely locked on the top of his shaft, my tongue busily working over the head while also running it around the sensitive area just below the head. My hand was busily pumping up and down the remainder of his shaft. But I was also enjoying what I was doing, so after a few more minutes, I decided to slow things down. I removed my hand from the shaft as I slid my lips down his shaft. David moaned in appreciation of my efforts. 

I began to bob up and down, my lips sliding up and down his cock. I made sure my tongue rubbed up and down the underside of his shaft, and particularly the sensitive part right below the crown of his dick. I reached down and rolled his balls in my hand, knowing he loves this. David kept telling me what a great job I was doing. I knew he was getting close when I felt his hips start to thrust up pushing his cock deeper. The second telltale sign is when he reaches down and grabs my ponytail, trying to push deeper into me than I can handle. I can't get all of him in my mouth, he is too big and I have never mastered deep throating. Knowing he couldn't help himself, I returned a hand to his shaft, limiting how much cock I got in my mouth. I used this hand to slide up and down on the lower part of his cock as my lips and tongue worked on the rest. I felt his balls pull up into his sack as his cock hardened further. I sped up my blow job knowing he was close. With a final moan, his cock exploded in my mouth. I moaned in pleasure and swallowed his first couple of spurts before lifting off his cock. The remainder of his cum coated his cock. I kept fisting him, hoping to keep him hard. I can swallow or not, I don't enjoy the taste really, but I know how sexy it is to David when is swallow his cum. With his cum now providing lubrication, I was ready to get laid. 

He softened a little, not enough to deter me. I lifted up, straddling him as I guided him to the entrance of my pussy. Not needing any further lubrication, I pushed him to the entrance and began to impale myself. His cum plus my arousal was more than ample. David reached out and grabbed my hips, allowing me to remove my hands from his chest as I pumped up and down each time a little deeper. I felt the head of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, alternatively filling me up and then sliding out. I slid down onto my haunches, now with him deep enough inside me. I reached up to cup my tits, so I could increase my thrusting without getting a black eye. I was now fully embedding him with each stroke, and I leaned back a little so he could rub my g-spot with each stroke. With his first cum behind him, I knew he was good for a while, so I focused on getting off a few times before he came again. I caressed my nipples, pinching them until they were hard cones. With his hands on my hips, David could meet me, thrusting up as I sat down, increasing the depth of his thrusts. I let him lead, as my body and mind searched for the orgasm I desperately needed. As we continued, I felt the first sparks of an orgasm start.

"Oh baby," I moaned, "I'm gonna cum all over your cock". We picked up speed, and my orgasm grew, until it exploded, sending me to that needed place. I collapsed onto his chest as my orgasm began, moaning incoherently into the bed. David continued to fuck me, his hips lifting me up and down his cock. 

He fucked me though the length of my orgasm, his hips continuing to lift me up and down on his cock. When I recovered, I told him I wanted him to fuck me doggy. This allows him to get really deep and hit a spot at the top of my pussy that sends me into orbit. I slid off of him, turning around. I was out of control, and my bitch side was on full display. I needed more. 

"Pillow", I demanded.

David passed me a pillow to rest my head on and then moved behind me. I lay down on the pillow; my head turned sideways, my arms spread out above my head. David re-entered me, sliding slowly inside me until he was fully imbedded. Perfect, I thought. He hit my spot on the first thrust. With a low moan, I encouraged him to fuck me. As he thrust into me, I could hear the liquid sounds of our joining as well as feel the juices from my pussy begin to run down my leg. David's cock hit my spot, and each thrust pushed me a little closer. I spread my legs a little wider allowing his balls to hit my clit with each thrust. That sensation plus the one inside me increased my pleasure and sparks began sending increasingly demanding signals to my brain, pushing me along the journey to another climax. I love getting fucked doggy, and David is a master at getting me off. I heard myself moaning constantly now; David increased the speed of his thrusts. I begged him to keep fucking me, telling him that I was once again getting close to cumming. I just lay there, moaning, as David's cock brought me to a second orgasm. This one was deeper, waves of pleasure washed over me. I collapsed down onto the bed; David followed me down, keeping himself imbedded. 

I vaguely felt him slide out of me and then roll me over onto my back.

"More," I begged, still needy. He mounted me again, his body pressed on mine. As my orgasm waned, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and began to compress my kegal muscles, milking his cock as he slid in and out.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum", he moaned.

"Yup", I replied. "I want to cum with you", I moaned.

David lifted up off me, using his arms to hold his upper body off me. This caused the angle of his trusts to change, and allowed me to sneak a hand down so my fingers could rub my clit. My other hand found one of his nipples and I began to tease it. David closed his eyes as the erotic sensations my pussy and fingers increased the pleasure of our joining. 

He fucked me good and hard, just the way I needed. I could feel him start to swell, and sped up the fingers that were rubbing my clit. With a loud growl, I felt David's cock swell even further and then begin to pulse inside me. I began to cum also, joining him. I pulled him down onto me, savoring the feeling of his warmth on me. We kissed as we recovered, until David rolled off me. I grabbed my pillow, crawled up to the top of the bed, pulling the covers over me, and succumbed to sleep immediately.



Trish



I have wanted to tell the story of Trish for a long time, not so much to brag as to simply honour a great woman from whom I learned so much. Literotica seems like the best place to do it...so here goes

It was a scorching hot summer in London. I was permanently horny, which was tough because I had been living as a radical Christian - a Jesus Freak in modern parlance - and the whole "No sex outside marriage" thing was getting to me. Wanking was considered a sin, but many guys struggled... especially when surrounded by hot women in skimpy outfits... the final nail in the coffin had been a trip to Turkey with my Mum and her baby sis - my youngest Aunt. May 2002 I saw more beaver and uncovered cleavage in a week than in the entire previous twenty years put together...And in a Muslim country. "who'd-a-thunk?"

So here I was working nights and going through the motions pretending to be a good-lil-christian during the day. I became a chat addict, on my mobile phone, tapping the keys with my thumbs as fast as I could to message women in chatrooms.

At first it was her sense of humour that got my attention, but the thrill I got when she first said "Hi" to me and tried to PM me - I swear it was like winning the lottery. She was a "reg" and I was a "newbie" and our first phone conversation had me wired with adrenaline and sweaty palms... I rambled on, asked the usual dumb questions... she wasn't looking for a relationship and still was wondering if it was a mistake exchanging phone numbers with me as she liked to keep a safe distance from most blokes. I told her I respected that and asked her to tell me to get lost or back off if I said or did anything to make her uncomfortable.

We began talking every night. Clean stuff. Small talk. Something I had never been good at but somehow could do well with her. I remember going to a Stag night in Southampton and talking to her in detail about it and about my so-called mates from Church. The guy who was getting married had recently come back from Afghanistan still with full beard in case he needed to go out there again to discreetly evangelize. Oh, and he was wearing a purple dress, slightly sheer, showing off his effete body. I recounted my delight and loud laughter at the shock sight, and how he came out to all of us and confessed he had been a cross-dresser but was repenting through marriage. It had been a great night at a Curry house.

Trish seemed to enjoy hearing about my world as it was so alien from anything she had known in her atheistic Mancunian suburb where churches were being closed and turned into Nightclubs or Employment agencies.

Our conversations became more about sex and sexual preferences. She had worked as a receptionist in a brothel and as one of those dirty-talkers on the premium rate phone lines. She had her "regs" there and the pay had been good but was not the kind of thing a person could do for too long as some sickos would leave you slightly shaken. There was always the fear of someone learning where you worked and stalking you. It was bad enough that they got fan mail and gifts via their own PO box numbers. That was sometimes spooky. She also told me her stories of working in a care home, and an affair with a colleague that she had never been able to explain as she didn't even like the guy.

One morning, half asleep and at home, I vaguely remember replying to a text from her by saying "Sit on my face, I'll eat you for breakfast."

BANG. Like the Universe exploding into existence our relationship started there. July became August; became September. A lovely card from her for my birthday, and discussions of whether we would actually meet as we had exchanged snail mail addresses removing all barriers between us.

She had chosen to tell her daughter about me, something I took as a good sign and even asked me to say "Hello" to her down the phone. Her daughter was three, and this freaked me out as I figured this was not healthy for a small kid to know about "Mummy's friends," especially with her ex Hubby regularly coming round.

So I took a huge gamble. One night I was in a rotten mood and called her on my way to work to calm me down. The subject of letting me travel up to see her was not well received. She did not want to "meet" anyone. It was just harmless fun. It was just her and her daughter. That's all. Keeping life simple. "End of!" As they say in Manchester.

But I was not going to accept that. I told her it is all or nothing. I told her either we meet to explore the possibility of a relationship or we end it and stop speaking because (and I quote myself exactly here), "I have enough friends!"

I think we both cried that evening but eventually it was agreed for me to travel up to see her. We picked Hallowe'en. I booked time off. 

We met at the Coach station. We walked around a bit. I had a rucksack that was stuffed and heavy. My ticket was a Day Return but the baggage gave me away as hoping for a sleepover. My embarrassment was matched by her own nervousness. We went to a pub for a drink and I pulled out some photos in an album of my family. Then another of friends, and of my second car which had burned out spectacularly on a main road with me still in it. We walked around some more, aimlessly. 

"So, what do you want to do?" she asked.

I had nothing to lose here, so I did one of the bravest or dumbest things I have ever done in my entire life. 

"This," I replied and gently kissed her straight on the lips.

She seemed pleased. She kissed me back and invited me back to her place. I tried to accept the invite casually as if it was the most natural thing in the world but inside my head a voice was shouting "YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Her place was in a slum part of the city. As an added twist we walked past a road where a pen pal had lived from when I was fourteen. I had told her the address and the story of how I had given up writing to the pen pal as I was not doing so great mentally at the time. Trish was nonchalant, I was just amazed. The coincidence of having had a pen pal half my lifetime earlier, who turned out to have lived three minutes' walk from a woman I was to get involved with a decade and a half later.

We got to her place. I got the guided tour of the house. She had decorated it through the summer, describing every detail down the phone. It was immaculate and tasteful. Her bedroom was gorgeous. Her assurance that the bed had not been "Christened" got me a little excited. I figured if I had the honour it would be appropriate as I was technically a virgin.

Hallowe'en in Manchester is a bigger deal than down South.

Us Brits don't tend to party like the Americans do but at least the kids really went for it in Trish's neighbourhood. Several times through the evening there was a knock at the door and all these little folk in fabulous costumes. I was like a big kid trying to get Trish's little one to come and see the great outfits. Alas we had no sweets to give out and certainly no money but I was polite and cheerful wishing everyone a safe and fun evening.

We had dinner (or "Tea" as they call it, much to my amusement), and watched a film. We played Spot The Intro which I sucked at. Naturally I got thrashed as Trish's music knowledge blew mine away for every decade and genre.

Out of sheer terror I opted to sleep on the couch after some awkwardness.

I spent the night staring at the ceiling wondering if I should text her. I wrote a dozen saucy text messages but chickened out of hitting SEND with any of them.

We had once had the conversation of if I was staying over but NOT in her bed would I have a wank in the toilet? To which I had replied that I would. I remembered her saying that the idea of that was a turn on for her. For this reason I made a point of jerking off in the morning in such a way that she should have heard me at it, and certainly could have smelled it.

We had the day to ourselves pretty much. Her Mum lived next door and was taking care of the munchkin. She confessed she had written lots of texts in the night and I confessed I had too. So I was in. Her argument was she did not want to be a slag and felt we should not do anything on my first trip up. I told her I respected her enough that if she was saying "No," then I would have to accept that but, fatally, she confessed to being attracted to me.

For some time I teased her about her "No" possibly being a "Yes."

I may have seduced her with all that as it was unusually bold of me. Not like me at all. In the end her heavy breathing and flushed cheeks gave the game away. She told me she was going for a lie down.

So she had said NO firmly and repeatedly to the idea of us doing anything more than kissing and I had to overcome my insecurities and nervousness and just go for it.

I walked into her room uninvited. Her door had deliberately been left wide open. She lay on her back, her huge breasts still impressive through her t shirt. I kissed her tummy and went to lift the t shirt. "NO! Not the T shirt!" she insisted.

She could not tell me why but asked me to trust her on this and confessed that she was getting really really wet down there.

"Rrrrrrealllyyyy?" I asked gleefully, and proceeded to undo her jeans without permission. She did not stop me. I pulled them off down her legs. I then went for the panties. Her muff was untrimmed and very bushy, suggesting she really had not had sex in ages and had not been planning to have sex with me.

I explored the perimeter and the jungle with random kisses. The insides of the thighs and tummy got plenty of attention too. My fingers followed the pathways set down by my tongue and my lips were like electricity on her skin making her moan and buck.

We regularly looked into each others' eyes and kissed each other as well. I could smell her arousal. The scents were quite new to me. Womanly. Deeply intimate and carnal. They say a man loses his sense of smell when aroused and yet I am not convinced, based on my experiences with her. I tried everything with tongue, fingers and lips. Then I went for the clit with a rhythmic motion and held my mouth in position so that my tongue worked her love button for what felt like ages but could have only been five minutes. My saliva and her juices dribbled down my chin as I beavered away at her beaver. Her orgasm was quite obvious and definitely real. She ejaculated powerfully. My fingers had been inside her as had my tongue - quite amazing how much she loved the penetration just as much as the clit action - and my triumph was complete as she told me that was the best ever cunt eating she had ever known. She could not believe it was my first time with a woman. I had come clean and told her everything about my childhood. There were no secrets between us. I had had sexual experiences but not the GOOD kind. 

I had to allow her to suck me off now. I was not hard. I felt the shame of not being able to get hard or even feel desire to fuck her any more. The novelty had worn off. Real sex - I was to discover - is in fact so real that it requires a totally different mindset to wanking. It feels totally different. My twenty-eight year old body had a lot of reprogramming to do as it had only really been comfortable with my right hand doing stuff to it all these years.

She got me fairly hard but I had to finish myself off by hand as her jaw was aching too much. That was to be her one ambition the whole time we were together, that she desperately wanted to make me come; but she never achieved that, not in thirteen months of often great sex.

We got dressed and tried to have a normal afternoon as if nothing had happened.

That night we made love. No condoms, no contraception of any sort. I hardly felt anything as her cunt was still quite loose from giving birth three years earlier. But we made love rather than had sex so it was okay. I finished myself off by hand each time with help from her lips.

The next morning, I phoned sick at work to extend my stay and could not get a coach to London for a couple more days anyway. When I finally had to go I was devastated. I could not return to my life after these magical blissful lazy days. My awful bedsit; my crappy, filthy job as a night cleaner... oh HELL!

But my consolation came from the smell of her on my clothes and the taste of her still in my mouth. I smiled all the way back to London, and then took a tube all the way from Victoria to Heathrow to work that night. I was late but did not care.

I had started a relationship with a thirty year old at the age of twenty-eight. My first full-on physical relationship. Exactly half my lifetime I had been wanking myself off. Now I had a chance to quit masturbating and let someone else do the hard work for me. Or so I hoped. I had wasted all this time with all my fears, insecurities, hang-ups and then had hidden behind Religion for three years. All of a sudden I was feeling very grown-up. I knew what it felt like now to have a cunt around my cock. I knew what cunt tasted like. I knew exactly how it feels to have a pair of gorgeous, full, red lips around my dick. My imagination had done a good job of filling the blanks but now there was no doubt and no mystery. 

It truly was a moment of awakening. November 2002 was when my life truly began.



Trish & Her New Master



A blonde girl named Trish who is a sex slave to a guy named Justin? Okay, let's start with Trish, a hot blonde, 5'5'', blue eyes, nice body, small build, and medium sized breasts. She put an ad in the personals, however, she had never done this before, and she just wanted to see how many people would respond. She wrote in the ad, "Sexy innocent blonde wanting more than fun, an adventure with sex." A few weeks go by with no responses and she forgets all about the personal she had put in the paper. When one day she comes home and finds a message on her answering machine.

"Hello Trish," his voice sounded monotone, almost like a sexy machine voice. She couldn't catch a hint of an accent in his speech, she was drawn to him in an instant, "I saw your ad in the newspaper and I will give you a very sexual adventure I am sure you will not forget. If you are interested, please give me a call at 555-9011, if not, I am sorry for disturbing you." He seemed very sincere in giving her the desire she craved. Although she said that she wouldn't respond, she felt an attraction to him that she could not resist. She called him up and on the other side, he picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi, my name is Trish, are you the one who responded to my personal ad?" I asked like the blonde that I am.

"My name is Justin, are you the one with the desire for an adventure with sex?" He seemed very disciplined, almost military style.

"Yes, that is me, what can you do for me?" I asked with a silent blush.

"Will you be my slave?" He responded quickly, as if he had been through this routine already.

"Well, sure...I guess it wouldn't hur."

"Sh, you are now my slave, you can only respond to me with a yes or no, followed by Master, for that is what I am to you, understood?"

"Yes, Master?" I was not accustomed to this, what would happen if I said anything other than Master? I thought. But I guess I'll give it a try. I didn't want to be a tease; after all, I said I was looking for an adventure, right?

"Good, now you will obey my every command, understood slave?" He responded.

"Yes, Master." Was this routine for him? What kind of stuff did a 'slave' do exactly? Am I going to get hurt? All these questions and more were running through my mind, I have to admit I was a little scared.

"I assure you everything will be okay, as long as you obey my commands. And do exactly as you are told. Understood slave?"

"Yes, Master." I replied. My breath had quickened for a second, but his reassurance in his voice seems comforting.

"We will start with you not masturbating and not touching your pussy, your breasts, or your ass except to clean them, until I give further notice. Understood?"

"Yes, Master." That won't be that hard, seeing that I don't masturbate, or touch myself that much anyway. But my ass, is he going to take my anal virginity away?

"I will be gentle, your innocence I want to take slowly. Can you come to my house? We can start our fun soon."

I gave no answer. I was wondering if he is some kind of rapist or something.

"Hello?" He replied.

"Yes, Master." Uh oh, did I just give my life to him?

"Okay, meet me at my house, and take a cab."

"Yes, Master." I replied. He gave me his address, and a time and date to meet him. I hung the phone up and said to myself that I must be crazy. Either that or extremely horny, my pants were soaking with my pussy juices, and my nipples were erect without me knowing. For the fist time in months I wanted to play with myself, but he told me not to. Instead I took a cold shower and got a wardrobe out to wear. 

My heart is pounding as I rode in the cab to his house. I want to make sure that everything is perfect and that I please him. We pull into his driveway; his house is huge, almost like a mansion from Batman. I am so excited I can hardly get out of the car. I take a deep breath and head for the door. The butler answers the door and lets me in. I am told to wait in the sitting room. It seems I wait there forever, but the atmosphere of the place is very nice.

"He is ready for you, Madame." The butler said, and waves his hand downstairs. I stand up and move toward the stairwell not knowing what to expect. I reach the end and there is a note on the door. It reads:

"Come in and find further directions, slave."

I open the door to find it is a dimly lit room with a single light coming from behind the tub in the background filled with water, there is a clothes rack to my right, another door in the far right corner, and a razor, soap, and a toothbrush with toothpaste in front of me on a stool with a note on it, the note reads:

"You will remove your clothes, wash your body and shave your pussy, you fucking dirty cunt! After you are done, you will proceed to the other room naked."

I did as was told, I removed my clothes, it was a little cold in the room, and my nipples got hard. It was difficult shaving my pussy with just soap but I tried my best not to cut myself and succeeded. I had never shaved my pussy before and I have to admit, it felt really good to touch my bare pussy, I hope he enjoys it as well. When I was all done, I walked to the door there was a blindfold attached to the door handle I failed to observe earlier with another note attached to it telling me to put in on and enter the door. I put it over my eyes and walked in slowly feeling for any steps I thought I might encounter.

"Close the door!" A voice shouted from across the room.

"Yes Master." I almost slipped and asked if that was Justin or not. I do not want to get hurt at all. I have to be careful of my words. I shut the door, as I heard him come closer to me. He hugged me tight and said I will enjoy every minute of this, whether it is pain, or pleasure. Well, at least I will enjoy it, I hope. He took me by the hand and guided me to the center of the room. Once there, he tied up my hands above my head like I was forming a 'Y' with my body. The restraint seemed like leather, it was tight enough so I couldn't get out, but loose enough so it didn't cut off circulation. He then proceeded to tie my feet up to the left and right of me. I was now forming an 'X' with my body. He raised my body so I was suspended in mid air about two feet or more, I couldn't tell. He was brushing my body with a feather like duster gently across my skin. Down my back, across my ass cheeks, up and down my legs, rubbing it on my pussy, then up and around my breasts.

"Oh, so your nipples are hard! You like that?" He asked.

"Yes Master." I replied.

"Okay then, let's do something about them." He said to himself.

I felt his fingers pinch and twirl my nipples between them. I liked this; I think I will enjoy my stay here at his house. Then I felt a very stinging pinch on my nipples. He put nipple clamps on them connected with a chain. He tugged on the chain slightly.

"Ouch!" I said. Oh shit, what is he going to do to me? I spoke out of turn.

"What did you say?" Repeating himself, "what did you say?"

"Nothing, Master." Is that what he wanted me to say? I don't know now, all I can concentrate on is those clamps on my nipples almost piercing them.

"Wrong!" With that he slapped my ass really hard and I fought myself not to say anything. What is he doing to me? I thought to myself. "You can only respond to me with a yes or no, followed by Master, understood?"

"Yes Master." I could hardly bare the pain from my ass to my nipples; I did not want the smack on my ass again. My nipples didn't hurt that bad now, I actually felt aroused by it. My ass was feeling better now as he rubbed his hands over it.

"Pain and pleasure can be mixed together if you concentrate." He told me as he smacked my ass several times again. "Whack! Whack! Whack!" I could hear his hand touch my skin as well and feel it. I have to admit it felt good. He was right, the more he smacked me with his hand, it felt better, and I was so aroused. "Do you like that slave?" He asked me.

"Yes Master!" I replied as loud as I can trying to invite him. My pussy was so wet by now; I couldn't take it, I wanted for him to fuck me now. He rubbed his hands all over by body and when he got to my cunt, my legs shook in ecstasy. I hadn't come yet, but I was very close. I think he could sense that and backed off my cunt. He told me he was going to play with my ass first. "Not so bad," I thought to myself, "I was extremely horny and would take anything!"

"Relax, Slave." He took some lubricant and spread it all over my ass easing a finger in my hole. One at a time, I felt his fingers enter my asshole. I have to admit it felt good. Deeper and deeper he went inside of my ass, three or four fingers by now.

"I think you are ready now." Ready for what I said to myself. He grabbed a dildo from the table. "This is my favorite one, 8" long, and 3" wide, this will prepare you for the butt plug."

"Butt plug?" I thought to myself, "My god, what is that?" I had never heard of that before but common sense tells me I might like it.

He put the head of the dildo up against my hole and eased the head in letting me adjust. Then, without warning, he rammed the whole thing in! Letting it sit in my ass until I stopped screaming from the pain. "Whack! Whack! Whack!" He smacked my ass harder and asked me if I was talking back.

"No Master!" I said almost crying. I didn't know what was going on right now, my ass hurts so badly. I had a dildo rammed up my ass, and as soon as that pain was gone, more spankings on my ass proceeded. It felt good though, once all the pain went away. He took the dildo and started pumping my ass with it, almost as hard as he could. I could hear him grunt from the struggle of putting in my ass. When he took it out, I heard a 'plop' sound. He stepped over to the table and got his butt plug, he said it was a little wider than the dildo. He took a towel and wiped my ass clean, no lubricant anywhere so the plug would stay in place. Then again without warning he shoved the butt plug in there as far as it could go. I could feel my ass rim wrap around the base as I couldn't help but scream in ecstasy.

"Whack, whack, whack!" He thrusted his hand against my ass. I could feel torn skin on my ass as he played around with the swollen flesh. I didn't know what to think, the butt plug was in there tight, my ass hurt really bad, and my nipples felt like they were going to fall right off.

"God you smell beautiful when smacked, I hope you disobey more. I like smacking your ass." He said as he tuned to the front of me. His hands were on my breasts as I felt relief from the pain, he inched toward my nipples and played with the clamps. "Please take them off." I thought to myself. Then he took them off, but it did not feel any better, my nipples stung really badly. Then he clamped them back on my nipples and I could only sigh, I was a little exhausted from the excitement and all I wanted him to do was make me come. I drooped my head a little.

"You like that, Slave?" He asked.

"Yes Master." He then did it again, removed the clamps and placed them back on my nipples. He gave up the nipple idea and ran his finger to my now red, bare, hungry pussy. He knew what I wanted, his cock in my pussy. He fingered me without touching my clit. He removed his finger and told me to suck on it. I did as I was told and sucked on his finger. My juices were very good, now I know why all my boyfriends wanted to eat me out.

"More?" He asked.

"Yes Master." I said in an instant. What was I thinking, this is my own juice we are talking here, and I want more? Am I insane? He lowered me to the ground and I could hardly stand straight up. My feet were still spread apart and my arms were drooping above my head. I then felt my feet rise off the floor I was being suspended flat in the air with my legs and arms up and over my head. My ass and pussy was there in front of him so he could take it for himself. He was rubbing the head of a dildo in and around my cunt. He was teasing me softly but I knew what was in store for me, he was going to ram it up there as hard as he could. I didn't even know how big and round it was. All I knew is that it was going to hurt. I had never had both of my holes filled that much before, the butt plug feels as big as my fist and the head of this dildo is pretty big.

"Relax and put your head back." He told me.

"Yes Master." I could barely speak. I put my head back and he grabbed my thigh and pushed the dildo in my cunt with thrust I can't even describe. It felt like it had gone up through my stomach the thing was so huge. I let out a scream which the consequences I don't care about anymore. He then responded to my scream with slaps on the inside of my thigh. He even smacked down hard on top of my cunt several times.

"Shut up!" He said. I had to keep it in. I could not stand the pain anymore. Then he tugged at the chain for the nipple clamps and smacked my face. I screamed silently, so he couldn't hear me. He let the dildo sit inside of me for a while so I can adjust to it. I hadn't had sex in a long time so I was really tight. He then took the dildo in his hand and removed it. I let out a sigh of relief. He brought it up to my face and told me to lick it. I took it in my mouth and started to suck on the head of the dildo I could barely get the tip in my mouth. I licked all over it, my juices tasted surprisingly good. 

Then he stuck it in more in my mouth, deeper and deeper until I had the whole thing in my mouth. I now know why he told me to lean my head back, so I can take this monster of a dildo. As I lean my head back trying to breath, he stars ramming my cunt with his own dick. 

"Finally, I get some of him in me!" I thought to myself. His dick had to have been bigger than any dildo or toy I have encountered so far. But I didn't care about the size, the pain now felt good and got me nice and wet. I could feel his hands on my hips as he pushed and pulled his hips toward mine. His balls slapped against the butt plug and stimulated my sexual experience even more. Was this the sexual adventure he had promised me all along? If so, the ecstasy and rolling orgasms rolling through my body were mind-boggling. This was great even with the swollen ass, nipples, and cunt, but the pain heightened the sexual experience. My legs were quivering and shaking, my stomach buckled up but he was not through. He kept thrusting his sex in me harder and harder and with every orgasm I had I thought of how many adventures he would give me. After all, I am his slave. 

He pushed in me one final time and I could feel him explode in me like a cannon. I slight moan exited his mouth as he tried to hide it. He pulled the dildo out of my mouth, put it back in my cunt, lowered me to the floor and took the restraints off of my ankles and wrists. He then told me get on my knees and suck his dick clean, I took it in my hand and stuck it in my mouth. I had to grab onto his ass to help me get it all the way in. With one last gulp of his sperm and my pussy juices, I let go and collapsed on the floor at his feet.

"Get up you slave!" He shouted at me.

"Yes Master." I was so exhausted by this time I felt I was sleepwalking. He handed me a pair of leather pants and told me to put them on with the dildo and butt plug still in me. As I put them on, I noticed they were crotch less. He then threw me in a cage, tied my arms to either corner of the cage. As I sit there with the pants on, the butt plug in me, the dildo in me, and the nipple clamps still on my nipples, and the blind fold still on, he throws a bucket of cold water on me.

"Here, sleep you slut. Now you are my slave!" The only thing I could dream of is what kind of adventures awaits my Master and me.



Trish and I Meet Gary



When we got home from Ted's that night Trish and I talked about meeting Gary. I knew that she was interested in meeting him from the way she looked while we were talking. Over the years that we had been married I have grown accustom to the different looks that Trish has. I can tell if she is upset, mad, happy and aroused. On this evening I knew that she was aroused with the thought of seeing yet another man.

I didn't know what was going to happen now. Trish seemed very comfortable with the idea of having other men in our relationship. I didn't mind letting her try but I could tell that this was not going to be something that would stop anytime soon. If Trish had only wanted to try it once she would have told me that she would like for us to see Ted from time to time or did it once and stopped at that. But I could tell that she wanted to get with yet another man.

I asked her, "What do you think about calling Gary?" I already knew the answer to that question. She would want to get with him and not to just meet but to get together for some fun and games.

"I would like for us to meet him" she said with a grin. "Who knows, we may really like him and could have a life long friend."

She was right, nothing may come out of this but we might make a friend. I didn't feel that we would really make a friend out of him, but I did think that if he was nice looking and built nice that Trish would want to try his cock at least once.

Trish asked, "Are you going to call him in the morning?" You could tell she was excited about meeting him.

"I will call him in the morning and set up a meeting." She smiled when I said that. "One thing, we will meet just like with Ted. We get something to eat, chat and go home and talk about it."

The next morning I called Gary to set up a meeting. He told me that he had heard a lot about us from Ted. We agree to meet at Shoney's for lunch on Wednesday. Trish and I were both off work on Wednesday so we didn't have to rush if we didn't want to.

Wednesday came and Trish was up bright and early getting ready for lunch. I walked into the bathroom and she was shaving her pussy. She was getting ready for a sexy lunch. I had just thought about eating and leaving. From what I was seeing now, Trish was thinking of what would happen if they liked each other.

I asked her, "Why are you shaving?" As I watch her pull the razor over her clean pussy I said. "We are only going for lunch, we are going to fuck right then."

Trish said, "I know, we can't fuck in the restaurant. But if we like one another I want my pussy clean for when we do fuck."

That told me everything that I needed to know. If Trish liked Gary she was going to fuck him today.

We arrived at the restaurant at the arranged time. We saw Gary's car and walked over to meet him. After the first hello's we made our way into the restaurant for lunch. There was some common chit chat over lunch, and then the real conversation started. 

Trish was looking at Gary from one end to the other. I could see the lust in her eyes as she checked his body out. Gary was doing the same to her and I was just watching them act like teenagers on a first date. I knew what was going to happen and I was surprised to see that I didn't mind. I was actually think it would be hot to watch them fuck and suck.

Trish kept looking at Gary, and now was licking her lips. "How much are you going to bring to the party?" She asked. 

Gary told her, "I am about average, I guess. About 8 inches, but it is about 4 inches around." He then added, "I hope that is okay with you?"

Trish looked at me and said, "I am full and would like to go somewhere else and have dessert." I watched her as she licked her lips with the anticipation of having some stick candy to lick and suck. We paid our bill and walked out to the cars.

Gary told us that he only lived about 20 minutes away if we wanted to come back to his house. Trish looked at me and nodded that she would like to do that. I told him that I would follow him back to his place. Know, I meant that Trish and I would follow him back but Trish took it as I was telling her that she could ride with him. So she jumped in his car and turned to face the driver's seat.

As we started down the road I noticed that Gary didn't get on the interstate. He stayed on the back roads. I know these roads and I know the area he lives in, this is going to make a 25 minute drive into a 45 minute drive. I had a feeling of what was going to happen but it was too late to stop that now.

I was behind them and after only 5 minutes I saw Trish thru the window pull her tank top over her head. She had not worn a bra today so that her nipples would rub and stay hard. Also she liked having people look at her 36 D tits. She leaned back against the car door and I saw her pick up her right tit and start sucking her own nipple.

Gary was having a hard time driving, because he kept watching Trish suck her own nipple. I was him say something to her and I saw Trish clap her hands like a little school girl that just got what she wanted. I then saw Trish start to bend over in the front seat. This could only mean one thing; she was going to suck his cock.

I watched as she disappeared in the front seat. I guess Gary had his hand on the back of her head, because I saw it start rising up and down. The next thing I knew, Gary was having a hell of a time keeping his car in the center of his lane. I know those blow jobs and she knows very well how to suck cock. She also loved to have the inside of her mouth painted with sweet white cream.

We had only been gone from the restaurant for about 20 minutes when I saw his arm push down real hard and then his body started hunching to her face. I knew then that he was filling her mouth with his love juice. 

Trish then sat up in the car and looked out the back window at me. She took her fingers and wiped the cum off the sides of her mouth, smiled and licked the cum off her fingers. She then leaned back against the car door and started playing with her nipples again.

When we arrived at Gary's apartment he went to open the front door. Trish got out of the car and didn't bother putting her shirt on. I asked her, "What are you doing, someone will see you like that."

She didn't care; she looked at me and said, "What does it matter? I am going to have it off as soon as we walk in anyway."

She did have a point; I knew that after sucking his cock in the car she would be fucking both of us in no time flat.

When we got inside, Gary offered us some wine. Trish loves wine; she drank her glass and then picked up the bottle and just started drinking it down. Trish finished the rest of the bottle of wine and then wanted to know if he had anything to smoke.

Gary just smiled and opened a box that had joints already rolled in it. I pulled one out and lit it. We started passing it around and then just set down and enjoyed the feeling that was coming over us. Trish then got up, turned on some music and started doing a strip for Gary and me.

Gary looked at me and said, "You are one lucky son of a bitch. She is fucking hot." I told him that I knew that and asked him if he wanted to see how hot she can get. He just sat there looking at her shacking his head yes.

I looked over at Trish and told her, "Honey, Gary wants to see just how fucking hot you can get."

Trish answered, "He does, does He. Well, take me to your bed, undress me and undress yourself and I will show you how fucking hot I can be." Trish stood up and held out her hand for him to lead her to the bedroom.

Once we entered the room, Trish just stood there as Gary started removing the rest of her clothes. He pulled her jeans down and could see that she was clean shaven thru her sheer panties. He had her keep her heels on after he got her naked. He then started removing his own clothes and I got to see his cock for the first time. He was only an inch longer than me, but his fucking cock was fat. It was thicker than Ted's. So I knew that she wouldn't get fucked as deep but she would sure get stretched wider. She had always told me that she liked to fucked deep, but she loved to be stretched out. The wider you could stretch her the better she loved it.

Gary walked Trish over to the bed and had her lay down so he could tongue fuck her pussy. Trish didn't object to this, she loved having her pussy sucked on. Gary opened her lips and started flicking his tongue over her clit. Trish was thrashing around on the bed as Gary attacked her clit. Gary could since she was close to cumming and started to fuck her pussy with his tongue. I watched him as he slide his tongue into and out of her wet gash. Trish hunched up to his face as her orgasm flowed through her.

I got undressed while I watched them go at it on the bed and was stroking my cock as Trish came all over Gary's tongue. I couldn't believe that I was just as much a sex addict as she was. I was enjoying watching my wife with another man. I was looking at his cock and could not wait to see him stretch her pussy apart. I soon got my wish.

Gary had Trish move up on the bed and he climbed between her legs. She reached down between his legs and took his cock to guide it in her pussy. I could see her lips spread apart when she inserted the head in her opening. The only time I have saw her pussy that wide was when she would fuck herself with one of her fat dildos. 

Gary felt how wet Trish and just lunged into her now begging hole. You could see that Trish loved every inch of his cock as he pushed more and more into her. Till he had his full shaft inserted to his balls.

Trish was in orgasmic bliss. She was humping up against Gary. "Oh fuck yeah, I love having my cunt stretched wide open." Trish told him. "I love it, God Damn your cock fells so fucking well in me. Oh yeah, fuck my dripping cunt with the big fat fucking cock." Trish was cumming all over his cock he continued to push his meat in her. "Let me get doggy style and you fuck me from behind." Trish said.

Whit that Gary pulled his meat out of her pussy and she rolled over on all fours. You could see her pussy standing open, waiting for some cock to re-enter her. She looked back at me and asked, "Would you like to push your cock in and feel how loose my pussy is?" I was more that happy to do that.

I came up behind her and took my cock and pushed it inside her cunt. I could feel my cock moving around in her pussy. I didn't touch the sides, if felt like I was jack off using my thumb and one finger. All I could feel were her lips' rubbing my cock, the inside of her pussy was still stretched apart. I could not help myself; felling her this loose was driving me fucking crazy. I just started pumping faster in her pussy and she could tell that I was getting ready to cum so she started fucking back against me harder. She was begging me to fill her pussy up with my cum. How could I not honor her wish? So I filled her open pussy with my hot load of cum.

After I finished cumming I got dressed so that I could run to the store. Trish needed some smokes and she wanted some more wine. I left Gary and Trish together because I knew that I would only be gone for maybe 15 minutes. After I picked up the wine and smokes I would be going right back to the apartment.

When I arrived back at Gary's apartment I went inside and I heard Trish as soon as I walked in the door.

Trish was being very vocal. "Give me that fucking cock, I need you to pump thick fucking tool in my pussy".

"Tear my fucking pussy apart, Oh Fuck don't stop fucking me" Trish said.

I walked up stairs and I saw Trish with her legs up in the air while Gary was pounding his thick cock in her wet pussy. Gary seemed to really enjoy pumping her pussy and I knew that Trish was enjoying the pounding that she was receiving. 

I stood there and watched Trish fucking Gary. They didn't know that I had returned yet. So what I saw was Trish really opening up to him. I have watched her fuck with Gary once today and I have saw her fuck Ted a number of times. But this time she was acting more wild than I had seen prior. I saw her wrap her legs around his back. I listened to her tell him what a great fuck he was. I saw her cum spraying out of her pussy as he fucked her.

After Gary filled her with cum again, he pulled out and a steady stream of cum ran out of her pussy. Trish laid there and reached down and scooped up some of the cum that was running out of her and licked it off her fingers and then I heard her tell him how good he tasted. 

Trish then saw me and asked, "would you fuck me some more? I need some more cock in me".

I told her "I am done for now, my cock is worn out".

She looked at Gary and said, "can you give me some more? I am still so fucking horny, I need some more cock".

Gray told her "I can't go any more tonight".

Trish was upset because she was still horny, that is what wine does to her. When she understood that she was not going to get anymore cock tonight she got dressed and said that she would just have to take care of herself in a little while.

We went down stairs and Trish opened up the wine and started drinking it. She kissed Gary goodnight and let him know that she had enjoyed herself. We got in the car and headed home.

On the way back to the house Trish took her clothes off and gave the truck drivers a great show all the way back to our house. She really enjoyed herself that night and I must say that I enjoyed myself and watching her. I am now looking forward to us getting together with someone again soon.



Trish and Jerry



It was raining cats and dogs, but I didn't give a good goddamn! Herdin' a semi down the road was better than watchin' them damn soaps. Retirement-reshmirement, it sucked. Being retired ain't nuthin' but waitin' to die. Not me, not anymore, I'm workin' again. I pulled the big rig into the diner and parked for easy egress later on. I only had a couple of hours more road time, but I was hungry. The construction project would have to get along without its rebar till I filled my belly.

So "what" am I? I'm a fifty-eight year old retiree—make that ex-retiree—pushing a Kenworth down the road to the California-Oregon border, delivering rebar to AST Construction Ltd. Well, I had to do something. I really do hate soaps. I hate puttering around the garden. But, most of all I hate feeling useless. 

Even my wife of Twenty-eight years, Trish, was nagging at me to give it up, the retirement, and go back to messin' with computers for a living; that was my old job in silicon country. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm Jerry McGuire; and no, I don't look like Tom Cruise; I'm taller. 

I had finally seen the light, that was a year ago, and I'd gone out and gotten my class-A license. I'd gotten the bug to drive big rigs late in life, true, but got it I did, so I went for it. At any rate, like I said, I'd had to do something; I was going crazy doin' next to nuthin'.

So "who" am I? Who is my wife? Am I happy? Are we happy? I'll be getting' to all that shortly; it's kinda complicated. Anyway, I guess I should tell you a little about our backgrounds.

I was born on Oklahoma, not too far from Muskogee. My father was an alky. And, because of the heavy drinkin' keepin' a job was not exactly his thing, so we did without. We moved to California when I was a kid, I was around eight, I guess.

We were so poor that workin' the farms of the San Joaquin as de facto migrants was about all that was left to us. So we picked grapes, cotton—I hated pickin' cotton—or any other crop that was in season. 

There were five us. Dad, when he was around, mom, me, and my two sisters. I always felt sorry for my sisters; they deserved a better life; mom too if it came to that; she was one beautiful lady in my opinion. Still in retrospect, it wasn't all bad. The work was hard enough, but we were treated well, and never really felt put upon.

It was the mid-fifties when my dad finally got a job he was able to keep for a while. He was a tire man for trucking company. The job and the money were good while they lasted, and they lasted about a year until he lost both: he'd gotten arrested on a DUI charge. It was the final straw for him; he left us for good after that, and we never saw him again.

Mom got a job doing laundry and we moved out of the house we'd been living in and shacked up in a cheap motel for a long period. 

We kids were going to school at this time, and riding the bus to get there. For me it was good. We riders became a thing and formed a quasi-gang. We called ourselves the Narods—don't ask me why. We weren't into drugs or anything, but we were rough cut and tended to consume ship loads of beer on occasion. As a group we were feared enough that the Mexican and black gangs pretty much left us alone; I guess we were more trouble than we were worth.

As for school, high school, I got mostly C's. I played a little football, tight end, and we won some games and some self-respect while I was on the team. I quit playing after my junior year. I'd hit a guy so hard that he died from his injuries; I hated myself for a long time after that, and sports didn't seem so important. 

Physically, in the old days, I was around six-foot tall and a tad over 200. I'm still only around 220, so I haven't deteriorated too much over the last thirty some years.

Girls? I feared them. Plus, I didn't have a car, and without one, I didn't have the balls to ask any of them out. So, sexually, I was mostly deprived until after I graduated from high school. Like I say, I wasn't too successful with the girls; but I more than made my case with the males around me. Most of them feared me. My compadre, Anselmo, used to say that I was tough, mean, and evil. I guess I was. Being mister macho got me in trouble on occasion, but I did manage to (1960) graduate, and it was at my graduation that I first saw her: the boon and the bane of my life ever since. Trish Mendoza was pretty, short, long-haired, big chested, and feisty. She never saw the scale that would let her top a hundred pounds, and even now she's still petite. I loved her from moment I met her at a graduation party. She had gotten the last beer in the cooler and she shared it with me; that made her a true angel of mercy in my eyes. Her brother, a Chicano gang member, was there too. As the party broke up, and we were all leaving. A group of blacks tooled by, recognized him, and chose him off. 

Jose was not a big kid and I found myself backing him up. The fight was pretty intense. Two blacks ended up in the hospital, Jose ended up going home with his sister, and I ended up in jail. It seems the cops took a dim view of my stomping on the kneecaps of the two guys who went to the hospital. The one thing my dad had taught me that I never forgot was, "Son, he who fights fair loses often." Well, the advice worked for me, but it had its downside.

I had just turned eighteen, and the judge gave me a choice: reform school or the service. I joined the Navy. I was in for four years. During this time, I finally got a car to wheel women around in; and as a result my sex life improved dramatically. Trish became a primary beneficiary of my ever widening experience and sexual repertoire. Geezsus she was good. Good and insatiable. Good, insatiable, and popular. And I loved all of those things—well, maybe not the popular thing so much.

The day I got out jail, Trish had been there to greet me. "Hi Jerry, got a little time for me?" she said. 

I think my smile gave me away, "Of course," I said. We headed off to a nearby diner. I wondered if she was going to like me in Navy blue. The talk was mellow and about nothing and everything. She was so damn cute that I knew I just had to have her. The good news was that she wanted me too. Our first date was two days later: we went to the drive-in, and I got my first piece of ass in a long time. I'd had to borrow a car from Anselmo, but he was cool about it. Oddly, I remember the movie; it was an old movie, the Long Hot Summer with Paul Newman. 

The woman's tits were extraordinary pieces of art work. The nipples extended a full inch and they were utterly suckable. And, suck I did! As the windows in the car steamed up, I undressed her. Her bush was lush and she smelled oh so female. 

"Well, big boy, you got me naked, now it's your turn," she said. She unzipped me, pulled down my pants, and felt me through my shorts. "Oh my, we are a big boy aren't we," She had me as naked as she was in no time.

We played for a little while as the carbon dioxide from the heavy breathing filled the cab of the car. I cracked the window a little to let some of the cool night air in and some of the CO2 out. Soon I was fingering her and she was hosing me.

I laid her down on the back seat, where we had adjourned to. I loomed above her. "Do it," she commanded. I pressed into her about an inch, pulled out and pushed in again, this time all the way. I relaxed for a moment kissing her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her tightly. I began pumping in and out of her. She gurgled and her breaths were coming in short bursts as she got into it. Saliva dripped from the side of her mouth as her eyes glazed over in ecstasy. We came at the same time. I let the full weight of my body sag onto her. She bit my ear.

"Ow!" I yelled.

"You're too heavy," she said. "I gotta breathe."

"Sorry," I said. I was being selfish." I rolled off of her and we both sat up, still naked, I looked at her. "I guess we better dress before one of those theater guys comes around with his flashlight."

She nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. 

We spent the next month seeing each other almost every day. We managed to screw maybe half a dozen times during the month, and then I was off to basic and eventual posting to carrier duty. I was in the Navy for four years. Home base was Alameda in the Bay area. I got in to see Trish from time to time, and we made loose plans to marry when I got out. I say loose plans because when I broached the subject to her, her answer was curious; and I should have seen red flags then, but I was in heat; and all I could see were her tits and ass, and again, they were something to see.

"Jerry, there is no way I am going to believe that you aren't going to be dating as you travel the world, so I ain't wearin' no ring until I have you back and under wraps," she said. "And, I sure as hell am not going to be sitting around pining for you for any four years either. So, when you're here, we'll be exclusive, but when you're away feel free. I will."

I felt kinda put out by her attitude, but the logic of it was pretty good. I knew those foreign ports were going to be loaded with temptation, and she was essentially telling me to go for it. Of course on the other hand, she was also telling me that if the occasion arose she was probably going to let other guys pork her! One can imagine my state of mind.

Finally in the Navy and assigned, my younger sister, Donna, my mom, and my older sister Joyce moved to Alameda to be near me, and since I'd gotten a car while stationed there—my first—I let the family have it to go to school and do whatever they needed to do while I was at sea, which I often was. It worked well for us. It was about a year later that Donna graduated, and my mom and I were in the audience to see it. We were very proud of her.

During my service years, I saw Trish fairly often, for a travelin' man, maybe two or three times a year. We'd share our experiences, and she seemed to get off telling me about the other men that had made moves on her. She swore none had porked her, but I wasn't so sure. Nevertheless, either way I couldn't fault her: (a) I had fucked my way around the world, and (b) we weren't married or even officially engaged. So I just listened to her tales and lived with my jealousy.

After Donna's graduation, to finish a tale, we all went to mom's place and partied. I had asked Trish to come up from L.A if she could, but that I couldn't get away to come get her that trip. And, unbeknownst to me at the time, she had been at Donna's graduation; I just hadn't seen her. She showed up on my mom's doorstep now.

I answered the door. "Trish!"

"Glad to see me, big boy," she said.

"God, yes," I said. "Come in, come in. 

"Everybody, this is my main squeeze, Trish Mendoza," I said. She was pleased that I was clearly so proud of her and glad to see her. ******

A year and half after Donna's graduation, I mustered out. I needed a job. I'd saved some money, actually quite a bit of money, and I would be good for a while; but a job was definitely my first order of business. I had moved back down the coast to East L.A. Trisha and I were once again exclusive and making plans that would come to fruition as soon as I could support us.

I knew machines, and I applied to several shops before being hired. I finally got the job because of my cussed persistence. That, as the man said, "We ain't hiring, but you've been bugging us so often that I have to hire you just to get you off our backs."

Trish and I were dating and I was being exclusive, and she said she was. I say she said she was, because I still had lingering doubts. At times I would call her, and her mom would say she was out and didn't know where to. But, always, the next day Trish would call and give me some plausible explanation. I believed her; I had to.

It was some time after this that I had gotten invited to a BYOB beer blast. I had tried to call Trish to get her to come along, but she wasn't home—again. The party was at a mutual friend's house, and I decided to go alone. I was miffed, but I knew the party would be good, and probably do a lot to cheer me up. I got there a little late. I had no more than church-keyed a beer than Trish showed up—on the arm of another guy. She didn't see me right away. But I saw her. And, I saw his hands which were all over her ass. I stood there staring. She finally saw me. "Jerry!"

I turned and headed out. I had brought a case of Coors with me, and hadn't even gotten to drink one can. Well, somebody else would I guess. I just wanted to go back to my place and feel sorry for myself. Jesus, the woman couldn't be trusted; and it killed me.

I haven't mentioned it, but I was shacking up in a small unused store room at the machine shop. There was a shower and a head and a rack, a bed, in it; and that was enough for me. The pay at the shop wasn't much, but staying at the shop and being a de facto security guard at night allowed me to save most of what I did make. I had even planned to formally ask Trish to marry me very soon. Well, those plans were now pretty much in the shitter, or so I thought.

****** Trish showed up at the shop the day after the BYOB disaster. I was on a break and having a cigarette out back when she arrived. I was sitting on an old crate that served as a bench for anybody taking a break out back. Trish had evidently been steered there by someone inside.

"Hi, Jerry," she said. "I guess you're mad at me, huh?"

I didn't say anything at first. I just looked her in the eye. "I guess exclusive doesn't mean exclusive to you, huh?" I said.

"Jerry, I'm sorry. Juan asked me to go before you did, and I just figured what the hell, and I went," she said. "It's you I love, not Juan. I didn't mean to hurt you, I really didn't."

"Yeah, well you did. So, whaddya want?" I said, about as mordantly as I have ever said anything.

"Forgiveness?" I could see she was nervous, even frightened.

"Okay, I forgive you," I said. "Anything else?"

"Huh?"

"I've gotta get back to work. What else do you want?" I said.

"Huh—well—I hoped—you know, that we could get back the way we were," she said.

"Oh, now that's a whole different kettle of fish," I said. "How can I trust you anymore? I mean you say we're exclusive and then you dump on me like that."

"I'd like a chance to make it up to you." she said. "Please?"

I looked at her. I made a decision. "I'll pick you up at seven tonight. Wear jeans and a heavy shirt," I said.

"Huh? Okay, if you say so," she said. "I love you." She came to me, kissed me lightly on the lips, touched my cheek with her finger tips, turned, and left.

Back inside the shop Barry Gilmore pulled me aside. "Hey man, Trish Mendoza, your girl?" he said.

"Yeah," I said, "what of it?"

"Hey man, I'm your friend, you know. Just letting you know. I knew her when. She likes variety man. Nobody can satisfy that girl. So, just be cool. Don't be rushin' into anything without thinkin' first, okay?" he said.

I nodded. If it hadn't been for me catchin' Trish with that guy the night before, I would have blown Barry off. But, now he got me to thinkin'."

****** I was right on time, seven. She was ready. We drove out to the coast and finally ended up on the pier at Malibu. There was a light fog that'd rolled in. It was quiet, just a few other guys with lines in the water. I wanted to set the mood, so naturally I took her fishin', right?

I baited the hooks while she just smiled the smile of a mermaid with another kind of fish, quarry, in her sights. We spoke little at first. Soon I had gotten a nibble or two, but she'd caught a fish. She was excited, but quiet about it—if jumping up and down while not saying anything can be considered quiet. "I got one," she said finally. I nodded and hugged her.

We fished a little more, and I moved closer to her. "Wanna marry me," I said not looking at her directly.

Still holding her rod, she turned to me. "Huh?"

I looked at her now. "Will you marry me?" I said.

She nodded yes, and then said it, "Yes. I was hoping you'd ask me, Jerry. I was so hoping. So, yes, I will marry you."

Now we both made noise, hugging and kissing and talking excitedly. We got a few looks from the other fishermen, but we were soon outta there, and on our way home.

We were married three months later. It was small ceremony, but a lively reception. My family was there, and hers. Some of my old friends from the Narods came. I guess we had a good fifty people milling around the church hall laughing it up that day. It seemed a good beginning.

A few days before the ceremony we'd moved into a small two-bedroom wood-frame in Pomona; this was before the big rise in real estate prices that was to come twenty years later. I used my GI bill to get into the place and all of a sudden I had a good job paying fifteen grand annual, we had twenty-thousand dollar mortgage, and a paid for six year-old, '62 Buick Wildcat. God! how I loved that car. It had air-con, leatherette upholstery, a great radio, and a quad fueling a 350 horsepower engine. That car was fuckin' wonderful!

****** Sex for us was good. We tried a lot of different things: role playing, BDSM—I was always the submissive one I could never be rough with a woman even in play—every imaginable position a woman could be fucked in, and even anal sex which last became an almost fetish for me.

I worked hard. I trusted my wife and lived by my rule #1: love and kindness are everything when it came to family. I may have been naïve, but it's what I believed. My wife and any future kids would not have to go through the hell my mom, my sisters, and I had had to endure. And at first my dreams seemed to have been fulfilled.

Trish and I had an active social life. We'd go out at least once or twice a month. We'd dance and drink, I had a personal limit of one or two drinks a night; I didn't want to end up the way my dad had. Anyway, we'd go out and fool around and generally have fun. It was good. Life was good.

We'd been married a couple of years and things had begun to settle down some. Our sex life hadn't died, but it had become a little bit routine. I sensed that Trish was not as satisfied as she had been in the early days. One night, I had gone to a local bistro after work. I had gone expecting Trish to join me within the hour. She hadn't, but her friend Penny did.

"Hi Jerry," she said.

"Penny? How are you doin'?' I said. "Long time no see."

"Good. You here alone? Where's your wife?" she said. She had the look of someone who already had the answers to her own questions.

"She'll be along. Said she had something to do first," I said.

"Penny just looked at me. Something to do?" she said.

Her tone had me interested. "Yeah, she'll be along." I looked at her and she looked away from me. "Penny?"

"Huh? Oh nothing," she said, sensing my meaning.

"Pennnnny!" I said. "What's going on? What are you not telling me?"

"Jerry, you're a good guy. Trish is my friend. I just can't—" She seemed at a loss for words.

"Penny, talk to me," I said, half hoping she wouldn't.

"Jerry, I don't want to see you hurt. You know—you know before you got together, Trish was dating the Deacon. You know him. I know you know him," she said.

I nodded, "Yeah, I know him, and he's history as far as she's concerned. A real asshole; treats women like dung." I said.

"No, Jerry, he's not history. He's with her right now. He's the something—read the someone who is doing her— that she had to do this afternoon," said Penny.

I was shocked but not shocked, if that makes any sense. We talked a little more, and then I thanked her and told her I'd see her around.

I was a typhoon of emotion. I knew Penny wasn't lying. I also knew I had to give Trish a chance to explain before I reacted. Didn't I?

I had a couple more beers; I was past my limit, when Trish finally showed up. She looked okay, maybe too good. She looked and smelled as though she'd just showered.




Trish and Jerry



"Hi baby," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "You been drinking?" She meant I looked like I'd had more than usual. 

I decided to gamble on the element of surprise. "Yeah, four or five already," I said. "How about you, you smell all showered and sexy. Was Deacon any good?"

Her shock was so total that she almost fell off her barstool. I would have laughed had I not been hurting so much inside.

"Wh—wh—wh—" she stammered.

"I guess he was," I said. I was acting calmly, but I was anything but calm. "Jerry—what? I mean what are you talking about? What about Deacon? I haven't..." She stopped talking. She could see she wasn't selling it.

"So what've we got, Trish? We got a marriage?" We got anything at all?" I said.

She was silent.

"Should I bother coming home?" I said. I got up and walked out. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get out of there before the storm broke.

She covered her mouth to arrest the sobs that were starting to come. She raised a hand to try and stop me, but her heart wasn't in it. She knew she was caught.

****** I got me a motel room for the night. I hadn't decided to leave Trish; I just couldn't bring myself to listen to her. I'd see her tomorrow one way or another; but not tonight, I told myself. Well, it turned out that I'd told myself wrong.

The motel had a bar next door to it. I headed over there. I'll admit; I was pretty broken up. I started drinking way too much trying to drown my sorrow. It was around 11:00PM when a dark haired woman approached and made me an offer, but I wasn't even a little bit interested. The barkeep grabbed my keys at 2:00AM; he called a taxi for me.

I called in sick the next day. Trish called me at work several times. I didn't take the calls. She came by too, but I told Jeanie, our all-purpose, secretary, that under no circumstances was I ready to see her. Jeanie was 5'10" and a 175 pounds of steel-hard Amazon; Trish wasn't getting in, at least not until I was ready allow her in. I had rethought my going back to her immediately; I decided I needed more time. My main problem was I didn't know more time for what!

After that, I didn't see nor hear from Trish for about three weeks. I was sitting at my favorite hangout nursing a beer when she walked in. She sat down next to me and said we needed to talk. 

"Look, Jerry, could we go out to the car for some privacy," she said. 

We settled into the car and I started by asking the big question—why?

"Why did you do it, Trish," I said. 

Not answering my question, she laid it on me. "Jerry, I missed my period. The child might be the Deacon's," she blurted.

I felt as though I'd been turned to stone. I couldn't move. Finally, I found my voice. "So, the night I saw you—it wasn't your first date with the asshole," I said.

"No. I should have told you before. But, I knew you were wanting to take those college courses and get into electronics and stuff. I didn't—couldn't—bring myself to tell you. I was frightened. I know what you can do when you're angry and..."

Call me a wimp, but I agreed to come home. I was there the next night. 

At home she couldn't stop crying. Finally, I'd had enough. "Trish, whatever the kid is, whose ever it is; you'll be raising it; and, the fact is so will I. So, while I won't pretend to be happy about it, I mean if it's his, I will stay with you. Now, stop the endless caterwauling, please!"

She threw her arms around me and didn't stop kissing me for some minutes. She dragged me into the living room, pantsed me, and began sucking on a very hard member of our family. I shivered as I came; she swallowed it all. I collapsed onto the couch.

She cried some more and told me she loved me and only me. It was the right thing to say. But, trusting her was not really gonna happen: she was a fuckin' cheater by any definition of the term.

It was seven months later that the child arrived—still-born. We got on with our lives.

****** We didn't have the money, but we found a way and headed for the border. We hung out in Ensenada for a week, kind of a second honeymoon for us: we'd been married ten years. The sex was good, but not great. It was beginning to dawn on me that she was into sex all right, just not all that much with me. Oh, she needed me right enough, but not for what I needed her for. It really stung.

We still would have liked to have a baby, but because Trish had miscarried and had had so much trouble dealing with the aftermath; I got a vasectomy. I didn't need the headache, and I deep down I wasn't sure we'd last as a couple. She didn't fight on it.

Trish had gained a little weight during the pregnancy, but to me she was still a knockout. A knockout, but an all but frigid knockout, at least to me, and it was bothering me a lot. Sex once a month was not my idea of living. And then it began again.

After the miscarriage, Trish was depressed for a long time. We carried on. Life was boring and unfulfilling. It was 1985 when things began to go south. 

The day came when she announced that she was getting a job. She didn't ask me, and it was clear that I would have no input into her decision. She went to work as a receptionist in a dentist's office. There were a half dozen girls working there part time, and they, the girls, were in the habit of stopping at Charlie's two or three nights a week after work for a drink.

After a couple of months of her stopping with her girlfriends on Friday, I showed up—unannounced. She was talking to handsome young stud muffin, a black guy. I came up to them and joined the party. She looked a little uncomfortable that first time, but we danced some and after a while I took her home.

Her routine began to vary. Instead of getting home around seven after her stop at Charlie's, it became 9:00, then 11:00. And, finally the day came when she arrived at 5:30AM smelling of sex and booze; the battle ensued. I was furious and damned near walked out. But, I didn't have cold, hard proof; and I wanted that before I left her.

I began stopping in at Charlie's on the sly. I wanted to see what was going on. The third time was the charm. She was dancing with a black guy and his hands were all over her. I watched for a while and then slipped out to the car. I would watch and follow her. I wasn't sure if anything would happen, but I was bettin' it would.

She finally came out around midnight hanging on the arm of the guy she'd been dancing with earlier. Evidently, at least for the night, they were an item. I followed them to a small wood-frame about a mile from the bar. They went into the house. I could see them silhouetted in the window. He drew her to him and they kissed. Then they sort of melted toward the floor or couch or whatever it was below them. I drove home.

She finally showed up at about 3:00AM. I pinned her right then and there. "And you were where?" I said.

"Out," she said. "I'm tired. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Yeah you were out at 1355 Calvert St." I said. "I saw you."

That stopped her for a minute. "You were spying on me?" She didn't seem especially upset.

"Damn straight," I said. "You fucked him didn't you." 

"I checked myself, in his bathroom," she said. "I didn't have any of his mess in me."

I was stunned. She didn't even try to deny it, apologize for it, nothing! "Well, fuck you," I said. "If it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me."

"Whatever," she said, as she plopped down on the bed and was asleep in less than a minute.

I went downstairs and paced back and forth for an hour. Finally, I headed for the den and booted the internet. Pulling up a dating site, I punched in my personal info, and went to bed. I'd check it in the morning. I'd never done it before, but it seemed like an easy way to cull the candidates. 

Morning came, and I went down stairs. She had coffee brewing. I always made the coffee, but today she'd made it.

"Good morning," she said. She was clearly suffering from a serious hangover. Good, I thought. "Jerry, I'm sorry about last night."

"Sorry about what, Trish. Sorry about fucking another man or about telling me you did it and not giving a good goddamned if I liked it or not?" I said, sardonically.

"Jerry, I don't even know if I did fuck him. But, I guess, that isn't the point is it. I could have. I shouldn't have been with him."

"Damn straight," I said. 

"Whaddya gonna do, Jerry?"

"I'm not sure, but one thing is for sure, I sure as hell ain't gonna be putting up with you putting out for other men!" I said, almost yelling. "I'm just glad we don't have any kids. I sure wouldn't want them finding out what a whore you are." 

"Jesus! Jerry, I said I was sorry. Can't you just let it go! And, stop calling me names for Chrysakkes."

"Are you fucking crazy," I said. "No, I can't let it go. We're on the ropes, Trish. The next few days will tell the tale. And, I have no idea at the moment what the ending of that tale will be."

"You're making much more out of this than it is," she said. "I don't think..."

"No, you didn't think, and you don't. Thinking sure as hell ain't your strong suit. That's the problem. I have a heart and feelings and hopes and dreams too, and you are stomping all over them and I do not appreciate it, Trish."

"Jerry..."

"Ah fuck it," I said, and I stormed out. That was fifteen years ago. ****** The rain continued to fall. I was nursing the rig down the road. I was listenin' to that old song, Twenty-Four hours from Tulsa, I wish I was on my way to Tulsa now. Anywhere but home. Home to a wife, that even after all these years, still thought screwing around was a minor faux pas, a lapse in decorum. The rig wasn't mine or at this moment I'd turn the sonovabitch around and head for Tulsa and points east.

I'm bitter as I drive these days, I think about my life and wonder if anything I do is worth the internal turmoil that consumes me. What am I going to do. I'd protected her, fed her, loved her—actually adored her, most of my adult life; and where has it gotten me. 

I have to make a decision, and I have to make it fast. I'm fifty-eight, and I ain't gettin' any younger. I sure as hell ain't gonna put up with any more of her crap. Either it's me, and we ride off into the sunset together; or it's not me, and I ride off into the sunset alone. And at the moment it's lookin' more and more like the latter.

I can see the yards of AST Ltd. up ahead. I'll pull in, log out, get a room and try to get some sleep before headin' back tomorrow. ******

I pulled the rig into home base and sighed; another day another dollar-ninety-five clear. How could I strand such prosperity, I thought bitterly."Hey Jerry," said the boss. "You're in late."

"Yeah, the rain. Figured you'd want me to get her without me killin' anybody," I said.

"So, you goin' to the party?" he said.

"What party," I said.

"Ron Greene's. Trish is there, I know," he said. "Went with Roger since you weren't handy. Said she wanted someone to drive in case she had a few too many."

This was news to me. She hadn't said anything about a party before I left; but then, neither had Ron. And with Roger? Roger was a kid—twenty-two if memory served. Well, I figured I'd just drive over to Ron's and see what was happening. I wondered if Trish would be thrilled to see me—or shocked. She couldn't know that the boss would clue me to the party. She wouldn't be expecting me. In spite of what the boss said, I had made good time coming back: I was actually a day early.

I could see Ron's house and a dozen cars parked around in the driveway and yard and on the street. A couple of guys were hanging out under the overhang smoking. I recognized Moe Weathers, and Cal Jackson, both drivers for the company. Though Moe did mostly long haul.

I parked and headed on up to the house. I waved to the two smokers. Cal gave me what looked like a worried stare. He nudged Moe, and the latter looked my way. I saw him mouth the words, "Oh shit." I was afraid I knew why.

Entering through the kitchen. The noise level, from the crowd of half a dozen or so bodies was loud until they spotted me; then, things quieted down several decibels. Clark Mason slipped out to the front room without acknowledging me—I noticed.

"Hi. Jenny," I said opening the fridge and grabbing one of the one hundred or so beers in it. I popped the cap, and tilted it back.

"Uh—oh—hi Jerry. I'm surprised to see you here. Trish said you were over-nighting in Fresno," said Jenny.

"I was, but I decided to just come on through. There wasn't much traffic. Boss told me about the party. Where's Trish?" I said.

Jenny just looked toward the front room. Her eyes didn't blink. I was getting as real bad feeling. I headed where she indicated. Just before turning the corner and going in, I heard a scream. It came from down the hall past the front room. I headed in the direction of the bedrooms. In the second room on the right I found my wife. She was naked and struggling with her jeans to fix that little embarrassment. And she wasn't the only one naked. Three guys were standing around her. I waited for her to see me.

She saw me and a look of absolute terror was reflected on her face. "Jerry, I can explain," she said.

"You can? I'd really like to hear that one, but I'm gonna be busy, I'm afraid," I said.

"Busy?" 

"Yeah, moving out. You've fucked me over one too many times. I may be a cuckold, but I ain't no willing cuckold," I said. "So fuck you. Fuck all of you." I leaned against the door jamb and calmly finished my beer. I set the empty on the little shelf to my right, smiled, waved, and made a U-turn outta there. We were finished. She has turned out to be the cunt I'd always expected she was, and I wasn't sticking around to listen to more of her lies. I'd be on my way t Tulsa inside of three hours.

The End.



Trish and Lil’s Grill



"I tell you Mark, it was the strangest thing I ever heard, I mean right there on commercial radio two women... two women... well, they did what most of us guys would just love to see two women do, except you couldn't see them, you could only hear them."

"Now come on Paul, they were either acting, or you were hearing something different," Mark replied.

"No man, I know because I was there, I saw it happen."

"You saw it happen?"

"Yeah, now it was an odd setup to start with and things just went nuts."

"Paul, you're gonna have to start this from the beginning."

"Okay, okay, but mind you, it's all true, I was there."

Mark had heard Paul's bullshit before and this story was beginning to smell a bit suspicious, but he went along, "Look, you said it was on the radio, how in the hell did they get the women to do that on the radio?"

"That wasn't the original plan, originally it was a cooking show."

"A cooking show? On the radio?"

"Yeah, it was really strange. You see, with the popularity of cooking shows on TV recently, you know, like 'The Iron Chef' and those celebrity cook offs and things, this one radio station decided to give it a try on radio.

"Now, a cooking show on TV can play up two things on the cooking, the first is that you can see the food as it is prepared and second, you can hear it, you know, you hear the chopping, or the sizzling in the frying pan, like that. Well radio knew you couldn't see anything, but they decided they could make up for that by playing up on the sounds.

"Well, the format for the show was to use an in-studio narrator to discuss the ingredients and cooking instructions to two food preparers. Now to make it all interesting, the food preparers were not in the studio, they were sent out to various locations. So the narrator would instruct the preparers, who happened to be women, on the amount and preparation of ingredients.

"In the field, the two women and a sound guy worked together, emphasizing the sound of the preparation and cooking. The women also provided some color commentary, describing the appearance of the food in various stages of preparation, as well as adding some humor to the mix.

"On this particular trip, I was the sound guy, in charge of picking up and enhancing the sounds the women created while preparing and cooking the food. I also had to be sure to pick up their conversations as they ad-libbed most of their presentation. The premise of this show was a meal for a romantic getaway, something done on a grill.

"Now, with this getaway location, we worked with a very limited crew, just the two ladies, with me as the sound guy and two guys back in the truck. It was all kind of cozy and the women played up the romantic atmosphere of the location, teasing each other a bit as they began.

"The women were working with some wine marinated beef, chicken and shrimp that they were to cook on the grille. Well, from the start, for every teaspoon of wine flowing into the marinade, the women were drinking a glass of wine, again, emphasizing the romance of it all. As part of their dialogue while preparing the marinade, they mentioned how hot it was and asked if anyone minded if they removed their sweaters.

"Figuring the women were simply removing there cardigan sweaters, leaving a tee shirt or blouse underneath, the narrator invited them to get comfortable. Well, the women removed the sweaters along with everything else. So now I was recording two bare breasted women as they began cooking.

"When they basted the beef, chicken and shrimp, they kept a separate glass of wine and brush separate for themselves. So after basting the food, they began basting their own breasts, and sipping the wine off of each other. My attention was obviously divided between the sizzling food and the sizzling women as they began teasing and sucking each other's nipples more and more enthusiastically as the food continued to cook.

"I soon found myself cooking the food on my own, as the women settled onto the ground, kissing each other, first on the lips, then running down to their breasts and back up again. They did remain aware of the radio audience as they moan out comments as if they tasted the food, "Oh this has gotten so firm, it's almost ready," and "Oh yeah, this tastes so good."

"Soon they removed each other's pants and while the narrator and radio audience tried to figure out if the women were still cooking or if they were eating the food, as I concentrated the microphone in the middle of the action.

"First it was Lillian on her back. The forty-ish woman was a bit heavyset with some enormous breasts. The nipples were huge, reminding me of the small scallops they had poached in the previous show. Trish was running her tongue around the nipples, basting them with her saliva, moving from one to the other. I was then mesmerized as Trish moved her head down from Lillian's breasts toward her pussy. A glistening trail sparkled in the sunlight, running down her large breast, across the mound of Lillian's stomach though the brunette pubic hair.

"Trish's tongue sliced into Lillian's pussy with a loud slurping sound as she tasted the woman's wet cunt. She then began running her tongue up and down the large woman's slit, moving slowly as if spreading butter over the most delicate pastry. I moved the microphone in to catch every sound of the fluid feast they were enjoying.

"In a few minutes the large woman raised her hips up and pushed her pussy into her lover's face, grabbing her head with both hands and crying out, 'I'm coming, oh I'm coming,' which was picked up perfectly on the microphone.

"To help cover a bit, I called out, 'Come on, the shrimp is ready,' and Lillian sighed, saying once again, 'I'm coming.'

"Trish was a much smaller woman, so when it was her turn, Lillian simply reached down and pulled her lover on top of her, moving into a 69 position. Looking down at them, it looked as if Trish had slid her narrow waist between Lillian's breasts as he kneeled above the woman's face. Lillian immediately began basting Trish's slit with her tongue, moving from the beautiful, oyster like folds of her wet pussy opening to the tiny knob of her clit. Trish gently kneaded the larger woman's clit and pussy with her fingers as she ran her face back and forth through the woman's pubic hair.

"Trish simmered in silence as Lillian continued stirring her pussy juices with her tongue. The large woman began stuffing her chubby fingers into her lover's cunt, first one finger, then a second and finally, she worked three fingers into the small opening. Skewered and spread wide open on Lillian's fingers, her clit sucked into the woman's mouth, Trish only moaned as the came. Without moving her body, she emitted a low growl that increased in volume and intensity until it was so loud I had to pull the microphone back away from them. The moan was so loud it prompted a comment from the narrator, 'That food is undoubtedly delicious.' 

"Realizing the women were too distracted to respond, I replied, 'Yes John, I believe both ladies are speechless.'

"After a few moments the two women had recovered enough to continue with the program, and I was able to concentrate back on the food, with perhaps a bit of distraction as I adjusted my pants to hide my erection. Anyway, they took turns describing the final product and getting dressed.

"By the time we finished the show and the guys came out of the truck, the women were completely dressed and working on cleaning up the grill and utensils. I packed away my microphone and we loaded up to head back to the studio as if it was just a normal show. Lillian, Trish and I never talked about that show again, and believe it or not Mark, you're the first person to hear the truth about that show."

"Wow Paul, have you ever thought of replaying that recording on the radio again, or at least for yourself?"

"Well, I thought about it, but unfortunately, last fall, in the floods, the recording was destroyed along with most of the other cooking broadcasts. And to think, that may have been the first on air orgasm in radio."

"Do you ever see the ladies again?"

"I worked with them for a short while longer, but not long after that show they switched over to television. In fact, they're still on the cooking channel."

"Wait a minute, you mean..."

"Yeah, they are the ones on 'Trish and Lil's Grill.' They ended up moving in together and put together a small production company. They still pay tribute to that special radio show at the beginning of every show now."

"The beginning of the show?"

"That's right, they have the director shout out, 'Dinner's ready.'"

"And Lillian replies, 'I'm coming,'" Paul said, smiling broadly.

"Do you ever see them?"

"They did ask me to come with them to TV, but I couldn't move at the time. I haven't heard from them since. But I tell you one thing, I never miss their show."

"I can imagine," Mark replied, "I can only imagine." 



Trish and Ryan



Ryan walked in to the rear of the small house, looking for his girlfriend, Trish. She said she'd be waiting for him when he got home, but she didn't respond when he called out. The bedroom door was ajar, and as he pushed it open, he panicked at what he saw.

Trish was tied to their four-poster bed, naked. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth, her arms and legs spread wide across the bed. Ryan rushed to her side, and began to untie one hand. He was startled when her other hand flew over and stopped him. Trish was shaking her head "No".

The shocked Ryan watched as she picked up a fourth scarf and placed her free hand near the bedpost. He wrapped the scarf around her wrist loosely, and fastened the other end to the bed. Her head nodded vigorously, "Yes". Then he followed her gaze to the nightstand. He saw that she had laid out his shaving kit. Brush, soap, and the straight bladed razor he sometimes used. He looked back at her nude body, and noticed that thick towels were under her butt.

Ryan pointed at her fur-covered kitty and asked the question with his eyes. Even with the `gag' in her mouth, he could see her smile and nod. He had talked with Trish about shaving her vulva, but she had never told him of her decision. 

Ryan went to the bathroom, and returned with a bowl of hot water and some small scissors. He trimmed off the thickest fur and removed the trimmings. Lathering her mound with bath soap, he washed her kitty and started her moaning. She pulled against the light restraints, pushing her mound up at his washing hand.

Ryan patted the area dry, then took up the shaving brush which he moistened in the hot water. He worked up a thick lather in the cup and began to apply the shaving soap to Trish's swelling kitty. Placing a new blade in the straight razor, he brought it to the soon to be smooth flesh of his "captive girl". 

Hair fell from the insides of her thighs and across the puffy folds of her vulva. Ryan worked slowly, wiping the blade often and taking very small strokes. The lather dried, so he had to re-apply on her belly. The hot water flowed between her legs over the freshly shaved labia. Trish moaned again. Her back arched, making her pussy beg for attention.

The outer lips had parted revealing the loose folds of the inner labia. Blossoming like a flower after a rain, the moist flesh glistened. Ryan continued to remove more of Trish's bush from her belly just above her mound. He left a shape of finely trimmed fur at the top.

Satisfied with his `sculpture', he lathered her again and changed the blade. Ever so gently, he went over the sensitive skin with the sharp instrument, catching any stray hair that he had missed. Wiping off the excess soap, he left Trish lying still.

Ryan came back with some scented oil from the bath. He let it warm in the water as he began to suck on Trish's swollen nipples. They stood out as firm buttons in the center of her dark areola. Her whole body seemed to be super sensitive after her `barbering'.

Kissing down her front to her navel and the soft swell of her belly, Ryan saw her muscles ripple while he `butterfly' kissed her there. Her hips jumped up when he first made contact with the freshly shaved skin of her mound. Trish had never imagined how sensitive it would be. 

Flutters filled her belly and she could feel the wetness increasing between her legs as Ryan's mouth followed the "landing strip" of light fur he had left. About an inch wide at the top, the patch of hair tapered to a point, guiding him to the center of her swollen, wet sex.

Trish groaned as he found her thick button, erect from its sheath at the top of her vulva. Glistening with her nectar, begging to be kissed and sucked. Ryan loved performing oral sex on Trish. Her kitty was small but full. Puffy outer lips surrounding her soft flower and the tight little hole at the entrance of her vagina. Her nectar was sweet to the taste, and had a full- bodied aroma that drove Ryan wild.

He enjoyed the scent so much, that sometimes, after making Trish cum two or three times, he wouldn't wash his mustache for a while to keep her scent close. Such was the aroma that filled his nostrils now, heavy and musky as she was fully aroused. His tongue found her hole and pushed as deep as he could. Trish made gurgling, swooning sounds through the panty gag, and her hips bucked up to Ryan's face.

Pulling at her restraints, Trish wanted to grab Ryan's head and pull it tighter into her pussy. The super sensitive area was extracting feelings from deep inside her that she didn't believe possible. Ryan's talented tongue brought her quickly to orgasm, the muffled screams of passion and her writhing body stirred Ryan's desire even more.

Rapidly removing his clothes, he re-joined the trussed girl and lay between her spread thighs. Lightly kissing her kitty and on up to her breasts and neck, Ryan pulled the panties from her mouth and immediately replaced them with his mouth and probing tongue. The hot kiss was barely started when he pushed his substantial erection against her hungry sex hole.

Trish groaned in his mouth as she felt the eight-inch `dragon' split the shaved lips and fill her vagina. Thrusting up to meet him as best she could their bodies melted into a wriggling mass of passion filled flesh as the lover's dance began. Steadily plunging into her hot, tight treasure box, Trish could feel the short, trimmed hair of Ryan's scratching her newly shorn sex. It was irritating and erotic at the same time, she couldn't get over how hot it was. Trish now knew why Ryan had suggested shaving her cunt, and regretted not doing it sooner. It was a wonderful feeling!

The internal heat and pressure was building in Ryan's lean body, So aroused from shaving Trish's pretty pussy, listening to her cum, and feeling the slick smooth flesh of her mound had him ready to explode. He felt the warmth flowing into the base of his cock and his balls drawing up.

Trish was aware of the swelling inside her body. She knew he was going to cum soon. She thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth and sucked back on his just as she felt the first heavy throbs begin. Hot, thick cum splashed deep into her tiny body as Ryan went stiff above her.

Waves of heat flushed through his belly as he let loose the torrent of liquid fire from the dragon's tiny mouth. Pulse after pulse of thick cream filled Trish's heaving belly as her own cum met his in thrashing, shaking release. Grunting and gasping in each other's mouth the shook through the intense cum before they went limp on the bed.

Ryan lifted his head and looked deep into Trish's green eyes. Pools of passion were reflected in them as they kissed softly. Ryan reached over and untied her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his body and hugged him tight.

"Ryan, that was so wonderful!" she whispered.

"Why did you tie yourself up like that?" he asked.

"In case I changed my mind about getting shaved, silly!" she giggled. "I'm glad I didn't! That was so hot! It's never felt like that, before." She paused for a moment. "You liked it, too, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did!" he replied. The shaving, you tied like that, It was so cool!"

Ryan slowly pulled out of Trish's body and kissed down to her kitty. The mixture of their fluids was beginning to seep from the swollen, red opening. Ryan licked her clean, savoring the salty/sweet mixture, and bringing some back to Trish to share, they kissed hot again.

Before Trish could untie her legs, Ryan reached for the scented oil and poured it over her belly and gently smoothed it into her soft freshly shaved and fucked kitty.

"OOOHHH! . Ryan!! .. That's Soooo Hottt.!!. Mmmmm. Can we do it again?"

Trish put her hand over Ryan's and pushed two of his fingers inside her opening. She used them like a small dildo and began to fuck herself. She couldn't get over how hot she was. `Was it the shave or the ties?' she asked herself. Pounding her pussy with Ryan's hand, she came rapidly, bucking her hips and squirming against the ties at her ankles.

"Loosen my feet?" she moaned softly.

Ryan untied her ankles and she drew them up to her butt. Trish had a mischievous grin on her face. Her small hand wrapped around as much of his penis as she could, the other palmed the short cropped fur on his belly.

"How about. um ..if I do you?" she asked.

"You mean tied, or shaved?" he questioned.

"Both?"

"Um .. I don't know . well . If you use your razor, okay."

Ryan switched places with Trish and she tied him loosely, as she had done herself. She replenished the hot water, and got her safety razor from the bathroom. Since Ryan's fur was already short, she didn't have to use the scissors, she lathered his cock and balls heavily. Thinking about it for only a moment, Trish decided on completely smooth for Ryan, and took the first stroke straight down the middle.

Never having dealt with a firm pole to shave, Trish took her time and very carefully smoothed off the base of Ryan's cock. Then she cradled each testicle, and removed every trace of hair she could find. His inner thighs were easy, much like her own. She saved the rest of his belly for last.

Picking a line about three inches below hi navel, Trish finished her mowing and sat back to admire her handiwork. Ryan's eight inches had been impressive enough before, but without any hair! He looked absolutely MASSIVE! The swollen crown was dripping pre-cum which Trish considered a delicacy. Her tongue flicked across it then it disappeared into her mouth.

Trish took advantage of her captive, and continued to tease and kiss on his cock until she couldn't wait any longer. She poured the hot oil in her palm and generously coated the throbbing monster. More to sooth the freshly shave skin than anything. Her cunt was totally soaked with nectar and her girl cum, so additional lubrication wasn't necessary. 

Straddling Ryan's torso, she teased him a bit by holding her aromatic kitty just inches from his lips. Ryan stretched his neck as far as he could and just barely touched Trish's swollen lips with his tongue. She pulled her hips away, and slid her wet pussy down Ryan's chest. Reaching behind herself, she held his cock and speared her vagina with the throbbing flesh.

A rapid flexing of her belly, and she was fully impaled on the hot erection. Trish pushed her upper body away from Ryan's and sat upright which pushed his eight inches even deeper.

Trish looked at where their bodies joined and exclaimed, "OH Ryan! Look at us! No hair and sooo fulll!"

He looked down and saw his bare belly blending with her smooth kitty and almost shot his load right then. She lifted her pussy, and they could both see her lips trying to hold the thick shaft inside her. It looked so different, almost like watching someone else's cock and cunt fucking.

They both stared at themselves, thinking that same thought. Trish decided that she wanted more "audience participation" so she bent way back and untied Ryan's ankles, then far forward to untie his wrists. As she let the second wrist loose, Ryan pulled her face to his and they kissed way hot. Trish moved her hips as they `French-kissed' with more intensity than they thought possible.

The smoothness of their sexes, combined with the oral activity brought them both to orgasm at nearly the same time. They screamed into each other's mouth and clutched their bodies tightly as the cums wracked them. Jerking, quivering, short thrusting, Trish writhed on top of her lover's trembling body. She finally collapsed, gasping for breath. Their hearts were pounding inside them.

Recovering from the intense release took a while. They managed to stagger on weakened knees to the shower room to freshen up a little. It was only Friday evening, and they had the whole weekend to experiment with the new "hairstyles" and the benefits of being smooth "down there".