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First Time at 25

By: shysex



I grew up in a conservative Irish Catholic family on the East Coast. My parents are both very religious and they expected me to go to church every Sunday.

I've always been shy and introverted. As I went through junior high and high school, I had a small circle of friends. I was too shy to talk to the girls. I didn't have any female friends.

I started to discover my sexuality when I was 12 or 13. When I was thirteen, my pubic hair started to grow. At that age, I was becoming more and more fascinated with my penis. I used to look at it in the mirror. I was 12 or 13 when I first masturbated. I learned to masturbate when I was in the shower. I adjusted the shower head so that it would spray a jet-like massage spray. I laid down in the bath tub and let the spray of water land on my cock. I got hard and I enjoyed the new sensations. When I came, it was fantastic! I started masturbating every day in the shower.

During junior high, I started looking at catalog pictures of women in lingerie, bras and panties, and swimsuits.

During high school, I was attracted to a girl named Bridget. She was intelligent and I would have liked to date her. I was too shy to talk to her and I didn't have any self confidence. I used to think about her while I masturbated.

In high school, I often masturbated while looking at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. It always turned me on.

I went through high school without a single date. There were lots of girls that I found attractive but I was much too shy to talk to any of them. (My advice to any high school boys that are reading this: Talk to the girls that you like. You must learn to overcome your shyness. Don't make the same mistakes that I did.)

I graduated from high school in June 1991.

I went to college in New York state. When I arrived on campus, I moved into my dorm room. The school provided orientation information for all the freshmen. Included in the materials condom and instructions on how to use it. I remember how erotic it was to put on a condom for the first time. I wanted to try it. I wanted to practice. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a condom on my hard cock. I masturbated with the condom on my dick. 

I lived in a co-ed dorm but there were no women that lived on my floor. Since my major was computer science, there were few women in my classes. I didn't meet any women. I was too shy.

I transferred to a different college. The new school had an equally poor ratio of females to males. (My advice to any young men that are reading this: choose a college that has a balanced ratio of men to women.) I was still shy and introverted.

During my sophomore year, there was a 20 year old woman named Susan in one of my classes. She was Chinese. I started to fantasize having sex with her. I thought about her while I masturbated. (I am white) I developed a strong interest in Asian women.

My college years were uneventful. No dates and almost no contact with any women. 

During college, I became interested in porn. I used to view porn from the Internet and I started buying pornographic magazines. I masturbated while looking at pictures of naked women and pictures of people engaged in intercourse.

I worked hard during college. I was always stressed out. I always needed a sexual release. I masturbated a lot.

After graduating from college, I moved to the West Coast. I went on two or three dates in 1995. Nothing happened. 

I still don't have any confidence and I had low self-esteem. I buried myself in my work. The only friends that I had were male friends.

I kept masturbating and fantasizing about sex with women. But I rarely spoke or interacted with any women. I was working long hours at a high tech computer company. It didn't give me much opportunity for meeting women.

In March 1997, I was at a computer conference in San Francisco. I ran into a woman that I recognized from college. Her name was Mimi. Mimi was Chinese. She walked up to me because I was standing in my company's display booth on the exhibition floor. We chatted and she was surprised that I knew where she went to college. We had been in two classes together, but she didn't recognize me at all.

I casually kept in touch with Mimi via email. She lived on the East Coast. I lived on the West Coast. I later found out that she was married. She was nice to me and friendly. I was glad to have even this small friendship with her.

In February 1998, she and I started talking on the phone. Our first phone call lasted 7 or 8 hours. We had 3 or 4 long phone calls in February and March. 

In March 1998, I was planning to make a business trip to a computer conference in San Francisco. Mimi made plans for herself to be in San Francisco the same week. She said that she needed a break from her hectic work and that she had friends in the San Francisco area that she was planning to visit. Also, she was planning to attend the conference that I was attending.

We met in San Francisco and spent a few hours talking. It got really late and she came back with me to my hotel. There were 2 beds. We slept on different beds that night.

As we spent time together that week, Mimi revealed that her marriage wasn't working out. She and her husband were discussing planning to separate/divorce. I consoled Mimi.

Mimi seemed eager to spend time with me. She was also very comfortable sleeping in my hotel room. The night that she was in my room, she and I fell asleep in the same bed. Nothing sexual happened. But I could sense that we were getting more comfortable around each other. I was really glad to have some female companionship in San Francisco.

As the week progressed, she and I slowly started to become more phsyically intimate. She was sleeping in my bed and we held each other. It was nice.

On a Friday night, everything became more sexual. We spent hours in bed fooling around. I let my  instincts be my guide. I touched her, held her, caressed her. I stripped her down to her panties. Eventually, I knew that I wanted to kiss her. I was afraid at first. I kissed her cheek. Then I moved to her lips and we kissed. It was my first kiss. I was 25 years old and finally had my first kiss.

The next day (Saturday), Mimi and I went to Fisherman's Wharf. We spent the day together. It was great. We went back to the hotel and we were both eager to climb into bed. 
Mimi was wearing a t-shirt and panties. I was wearing a pair of shorts.

In bed, we kissed, hugged and enjoyed being together. I took off her shirt and gave her a backrub. I enjoyed touching her breasts. 

We kissed and stayed under the covers. To my surprise, Mimi had taken off her panties. I looked down and say her nake pussy and pubic hair. It was an amazing sight!

She kept asking me to fuck her. She revealed that she had not had sex with her husband in a year. I fingered her pussy. It was wet and warm.

I wasn't sure that I wanted to fuck her. I was turned on but I didn't want to rush anything. Before the night was over, Mimi sucked my cock. It was a nice feeling. She sucked me until I came in her mouth.

We both fell asleep. On Sunday morning, we said our goodbyes. She was flying back to the East Coast and I had to fly back home too.

About 2 weeks later, Mimi flew to the West Coast to spend a weekend with me. We fooled around. She gave me another blow job. I fingered her pussy, played with her breasts, and licked her pussy. We did 69 too. It was fun and exciting to touch her body. I was very turned on by her body and her pussy. Pussy is amazing. It's soft, warm, wet, and inviting.

She asked me to fuck her but I didn't. I wasn't ready.

Two weeks after that (April 1998), I was in Los Angeles on business. Mimi was traveling during that time too. We had phone sex every night. I was thinking about sex all the time.

Mimi changed her travel plans so that she would have a connecting flight through Los Angeles. I met her at the airport. She said that she changed her flight so that she could spend the night in LA. We went back to my hotel. 

It pm in the evening on April 30th. We started foolling around. Mimi is very attractive. And I definitely was turned on by the fact that she's Asian. 

We fooled around for 2 hours. I decided that I wanted to fuck her. I told her that I'd go buy some condoms.

We were in downtown LA. Everything was closed. There weren't any stores open. I walked all over but didn't find anything. I eventually found a gas station and bought a 3-pack of condoms.

When I got back to the hotel room, Mimi was asleep. I woke her up. I wanted to fuck her. We did some foreplay but I was eager to penetrate her. She took my cock in her hand and guided me towards her pussy. She teased me by touching the head of my cock against the wet exterior of her pussy. It was erotic.

I put the condom on and she laid down on her back. She spread her legs for me. It was beautiful. I slowly put my cock into her pussy. It was the most natural feeling in the world. I remember thrusting in and out of her pussy. I fucked her for 5 or 10 minutes and then I came. At age 25, I had finally had intercourse. It was something I had thought about daily since junior high.

The next morning, Mimi and I did it two more times. Once was in a chair by the window of the hotel room. The other time was on the bed in front of a mirror.

I really enjoyed the fact that Mimi was eager to have sex with me.

We kept dating. Mimi described herself as a "nympho". We had sex often. Everytime we saw each other, we fucked in bed. It took time for me to get comfortable with sex. And it took time for the two of us to learn about the best type of sex for both of us. The sex got better and better.

The moral of this story is that I am glad that I did not wait until marriage. I am glad that I decided to engage in pre-marital sex. Sex with Mimi was magical, intense, erotic.

Even though Mimi and I aren't together, I still think about her. I remember the great sex. If I see her again, I know I still want to fuck her. She is a sexy seductive Asian woman that knows how to turn me on.


First Time at 7/11



I had just closed and locked the doors to the convenience store where I worked. It was midnight and Jason and I wanted to take off, but we knew that we had to fill the radiator, the radiator was erst a large walkin type with 8 full-size doors.

Jason and I went to the cooler and began opening the boxes of beer and put the bottles in the doors when he said how much he could use a beer. Laughing, I suggested that he open a beer, and take a sip. He asked me if I wanted one as well and I said no, but I would be to share with him.

He took a few swallows and handed me and I did the same. We started talking about a guy who arrive earlier to buy condoms and we joked about the fact that at least someone to see some action tonight.

Jason said: "The only way my dick is getting some loving tonight when my hand is in the mood, if you know what I mean"

I laughed and told him I knew exactly what he was me, I would jerk off tonight and knew its meaning.

It was then that Jason suggested that we jerk off to a porn magazine from the store rack and bring it back into the radiator. "If you were strange wank in the same room as me"

Jason had no idea (or at least that's what I thought) that I was not only gay, but very attracted to him. Jason looked a lot like the actor who plays Jack on Dawson's Creek. Dark hair, about 5'11 ", and with eyes that will make any man weak in the knees. Wanted Although I was nervous jerk off in front of him was the chance to see his cock something I could not miss.

Jason has the cooler and came up with a Playboy. Each of us have opened a beer and Jason and I stood side by side. Jason unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Then he pulled the zipper down and opened the doors to his white boxer briefs were before the eyes. He slid his hands over her hips and dropped the jeans on the floor. At this point I could clearly see a bulge growing on him and then he pulled his underwear down to his ankles.

At that time he said: "Are you going to jerk off or just watch me?" At this point I realized that I stared at him the whole time, and he knew it. "No, no, my dick needs some loving, too." I opened my pants and pulled them and my underwear to my ankles. We both just stood there for a moment, obviously erections on both of us. We were standing so close that my left hip was touching his right thigh, and I could feel his body heat. It was incredible.

Jason then opened the magazine and held it open so that we both could see the pictures. As we were looking at each other cock instead of the magazine. "I have an idea. This is a really cool feeling, especially because it is cold in the database." Then he moved closer to the magazine so that it is up against our two cocks. He moved closer to me so that both of our cocks were covered by the open magazine. He put his hand on the outside of the magazine and told me to do the same. We started rubbing the magazine up and down on our cocks in unison. It felt great.

In its place I wanted to kiss Jason, but I still was not sure if he is gay or not. This was my first "gay" experience and I would not read too much into it. After all, for all I knew, straight guys had that too.

I decided to find out. I said to him: "Young man, I do not know what I'm doing wrong, but you are certainly having a better time than me."

Jason said: "It's all in motion Shall I show you how to do it right.?"

"Sure," was all I could say.

Jason then turned to me and put the magazine so that it was only on my cock. He began to gently rub up and down. The feeling was fantastic and I lay back against the boxes as far as I could, so that prolonged by stomach so it was easier for Jason to work.

Jason continued to rub, but also a hand on my chest and said, "Is not that great?"

All I could do was moan. I kept my eyes closed, taking in every sensation. Jason then took me by surprise, as his hand was on my chest, the game began with my nipples.

He also began shifting his hand on the magazine, so it kept going Lowe and deeper until I could feel his fingertips bag from the edge of the magazine and start to brush up against my balls. I moaned again. This must be the signal that Jason was because he then dropped the magazine and began my cock stroked by hand have been waiting for. My cock was covered at this point in the pre-cum, but that only seemed to excite him more. He continued to jerk me off and I told him I was about to come, as he pressed the head of my cock so hard that the sperm could not escape. My body began clashing with each attempt, my cock, made my burden spit.

Since the thrust stops, Jason started slowly stroking again. He also answered down and kissed me. I felt his tongue searching for me. It was incredible. He kissed me passionately for what seemed and eternity, all the while also stroking my cock.

Then he went on his knees and licked my balls. He took every completely in the mouth as he sucked on candy. Then he worked his tongue over the waves, and then swallows the head. He sucked on my cock with everything he had and I had all I could do not to explode in your mouth. I grabbed his head with both hands and began to pull it in and out to my cock.

Finally I shot my load into her mouth. He took some and then took off with his hand and pulled me until my cock was empty. He stood up and kissed me again. The taste of my own cum in her mouth was incredible. I could have kissed him all night. Besides, he had something else in mind.

He ran his fingers along my cock to scoop up all the cum that he could get. He rubbed it on his own tail. He told me to turn around and bend over. I did as I was commanded.

First he kissed her from behind and then he worked his way up to my ass. He gently spread my cheeks and licked my asshole. It sent a shiver down my back. Then he took a finger in cum soaked and started to push it into my ass. He told me to just try to relax my mussels and enjoy what was to come.

He slid another finger on the inside he was massaging my ass! Who knew it could be so good. Then a third finger went inside That one hurt, but in the way that you notice it, but do not want to stop it. After the ass he explored me with his fingers, then he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass on his cock. He positioned his rod into my asshole and gently guided it in. He slowly walked further and further in. He then began pushing stomach and pull my hips to him. Consistent He had great coordination.

I was also in hell and heaven. It was incredible. Then he began to stroke my cock at the same time as I was damned. He kissed her neck and then my ear. His breath was hot on my skin.

After what seemed an eternity, he pulled out. He told me to turn around as he jerks his cock and more from me. Then he shot his load on my chest, followed by me doing the same to his. We then hugged and kissed passionately for several minutes.

I fell in love with Jason that night and we were lovers for two years. Today we are still friends. Some time I'll tell you how Jason introduced me to his college roommate.



First Time at a Con



Mark found himself pleasantly surprised by the book in his hands. Though he was a writer of science fiction, he wasn't much of a reader of it. He was on his way to his first science fiction convention to be part of a panel for new writers, a Q and A session about a defunct TV series he'd been a writer for, and he had one autograph session set up. He knew he was just a minor guest, and was reading up on the other authors he'd be sharing the panel with. 

He'd just landed at LAX, flying in from Texas where they'd be taking on fuel and passengers before heading to Honolulu. His agent had been bugging him to accept offers for cons for a while, and he'd managed to avoid them, but the offer of a mostly free trip to Hawaii was too much to pass up. 

Fearing how long he'd be in the air, Mark had sprung for the upgrade to first class out of his own pocket, and ended up being thankful he had. As he was fully engrossed in the novel, the young lady who had the window seat next to him arrived. Without even looking up, he started to rise, but she assured him, "Don't bother, I can fit by." She would have sounded vaguely familiar if he hadn't been too wrapped up in his book to register it.

He did, however, take note when she took off her jacket. Nice boobs tended to do that to him, and these were magnificent. Her thin white tank top hardly concealed them. It wasn't that they were big, likely a heavy B-cup, though on her slim body they looked huge. Her small brown nipples were barely visible through the nearly sheer fabric. He made sure not to raise his head, so it wasn't obvious he was gawking at her, which meant he still hadn't seen her face.

He was shocked out of his daze, though, when she spoke again out, "Mr. D? Is that you?"

Looking up finally, he had the shock of his life. The fabulous tits belonged to a former student. "Melody?"

Before he could react, she leaned down and hugged him tightly. All excitement left him, as he felt like a complete slime. Melody had been in his eleventh grade English class during his first year as an English teacher. 

"How are you?!" Melody was squealing as she plopped halfway into her seat halfway onto his lap. 

They spent the flight to Hawaii, catching up. He filled her in on the sordid ending of his brief teaching career, and she filled him in on her academic career, and thanked him again and again for all he did for her in high school, some of which he remembered. He, in turn, thanked her for keeping him out of prison. 

During the summer after her senior year in high school, he answered a knock on his apartment door and was arrested; the accusation was impregnating a girl from his English class. Despite mounds of evidence to the contrary, and witnesses who placed him elsewhere at the time she claimed their liaison occurred, it was only a picture in the yearbook of him and Melody working the drink station at a school dance that had occurred the evening she claimed they'd hooked up that finally convinced the girl's parents to question her word. Suddenly the house of cards of her story fell apart, and she admitted that she'd gotten drunk at a party that night and was unable to identify the father since she wasn't sure who or how many she'd screwed. 

It had all been hushed up over the summer, but rumor among the students had been he'd been fired for sleeping with a student, and he had been. The wrongful termination settlement he'd gotten from the district, and the defamation of character settlement with the girl's parents had left him with enough money to start another career since he'd never be able to teach again. 

His lawyer, throughout the thing, had been great, and the union had picked up most of the legal tab. Through his lawyer, however, he'd met a workout partner, who became a girlfriend, and through the girlfriend, who was a literary agent, he'd met his agent, and now had published his third sci-fi novel, and had done some writing for TV. He and the girlfriend hadn't lasted, but they were still friends and on rare occasions, friends with benefits. Between the interest on the settlement and his writing, he'd managed to live rather comfortably. He was by no means a household name, but he had a small, loyal following and could pay the bills. There was talk of a possible movie deal for his first book, which would really change things.

Melody, for her part, had gone to college in LA, to get away from her very conservative Filipino family, who didn't approve of her 'lifestyle,' and still blamed her for her uncle's jail term. She'd come to Mark's classroom after school one day bawling, and incoherent, and started divulging some way too personal information, about her uncle. Mark knew enough to take her straight to a female counselor, but Melody wouldn't talk without him there, so he stayed as she detailed to the counselor how her uncle had been molesting her since she was nine, and she'd finally stood up to him when he came to pick her up from school that day. The end result was her family blaming her, and her total disinterest in men. The two combined so that her younger sister, who'd also been abused by the uncle, was the only member of her family who would still speak to her.

While in LA she'd met Kris, a grad student, from Hawaii. After graduation, she had moved to Hawaii with Kris, and was in grad school there herself. Every time she mentioned Kris, her face lightened and her eyes seemed to sparkle. "I can't wait for you to meet her! She's so wonderful!" 

As they talked, Melody tended to grab his arm, or hold his hand often. The last time she'd grabbed his hand had been when she was spilling her guts in the counselor's office when she was sixteen. Now at twenty-two, she had matured physically, but still had the same bouncy energy as she had six years earlier. She'd put her jacket back on, thankfully, because between her thin tank top, and the cold air in the jet, she had been very distracting, and he'd found it very hard not to look at her chest, which continually made him feel like a pervert. 

When they'd finally landed, they walked off the plane together and she insisted on taking his arm as they walked to baggage claim together. "There's Kris!" Melody ran the last few steps ahead and threw her arms around an angry looking brunette. Her anger seemed to melt a little as Melody kissed her deeply. When they broke, Melody stepped back and squealed. "This is Mr. D! He was on the plane next to me!"

Instantly the anger left Kris' face. Her pale blue eyes seemed to nearly tear up and she grabbed him and hugged him. "It's so nice to finally meet you!" 

Mark had been worried about getting his ass kicked. He'd never had it kicked by a woman, but he wasn't sure Kris wasn't about to do it. She'd seemed ready to a moment earlier. Going with the flow, Mark put his arms around her and hugged her back, not minding her impressive rack smashing into him at all. 

"Melody's been telling me about you since we left LA. I'm glad she's found someone that makes her so happy."

As they waited for their bags, Kris quizzed him on where he was staying and how long he'd be there. She invited him come to their house for dinner the following night. The con lasted until Sunday, and he'd reserved his room for another week, on his own dime to enjoy a little vacation. Kris insisted that after the con ended he was staying with them, and between the two of them, he had no chance of resisting. 

As they left baggage claim, he saw two girls holding up a sign with his name on it. Both were about 5' 5", one a thin, dirty blonde and the other a thicker, bustier brunette. Both were definitely cute, but in an almost geeky sort of way. He'd always liked geeky girls, having been fairly geeky himself growing up. 

"Looks like my ride's here."

Hugging Melody and Kris goodbye, he greeted the two girls. Offering his hand to the blonde who was holding the sign, he said, "Hi, I'm Mark Daniels." 

The blonde took his hand and tried to speak, but couldn't be heard over the brunette's squeal. He'd met his first squealing fan; that was a new experience. When he could hear her again, the blonde spoke again. "I'm Kim, and this is Erin. Welcome to Hawaii."

The girls got him to the hotel where the con was to start in the morning, and got him checked into his room. As it turned out, the room was in the name of the con, so that no one but certain con staff knew where the guests were staying. Some of the bigger names were in different hotels, but he didn't think it'd be an issue with him. 

They showed him up to his room, and helped him with his bags, which made him feel awkward, two college girls trying to carry his bags. The room was much nicer than any he'd ever stayed in before, and when he mentioned it, Erin blurted out. "It was supposed to got to someone else, but they cancelled at the last minute and you got upgraded." 

"ERIN!" Kim's mouth was agape, and she smacked her friend on the shoulder.

"That's okay, I know I'm not that big a name." 

Kim spoke again, "This is your first con, right?"

"Yeah, my agent's been bugging me to do this for a couple of years."

Again, Erin managed to embarrass Kim, by blurting out, "Con-Virgin!"

"Erin, don't you have to go back to the airport?"

Looking at her watch, Erin gasped, "Oh yeah, Crap! See you guys later." 

After she'd left, Kim breathed deeply. "Sorry about that. Erin sometimes has no couth." 

"No problem. So what all do I need to do?"

"Show up for your scheduled activities and have fun." 

"That's it? You guys flew me out here for just four hours of work?"

"Well they like it if you get out and mingle some with the guests, and come to some of the other stuff, but other than that, you really are only required to do your panel, the Q & A, and the autograph session." 

"Wow, so I can wander the island as well."

"Yep."

"Where can I find good tourist info?"

"That's what I'm for. I'm your guest liaison. My job for the con is to make sure you get where you need to be on time, and to make sure you have a good con experience." 

Mark had no response for that, so all he said was, "Wow."

"So what do you want to do first?"

"A shower and a nap. I'm beat."

"Do you want me to wake you later."

"Give me about two hours, then how about dinner?"

"Alright, two hours." As she turned to leave, she stopped and asked, "If you want, since the room is in the con's name, I can get a key and come in to wake you, or I can just bang on the door."

"Why don't you get a key, and if I don't answer the door, then come on in."

"Alrighty." Smiling, at him, she turned and left.

As soon as she left, he decided he needed a drink. Looking around, he found a mini-bar, which happened to be stocked. He threw back a cheap glass of scotch and then got into the shower. Forgetting he'd told Kim to come on in, he got into bed naked after his shower and nodded off to sleep. 

He dreamed of a tropical beach with tanned, naked beach beauties whose faces shifted from one woman to the next. Among others were Melody, Kris, Erin, and Kim. It seemed he'd just gotten to sleep when he felt someone shaking him. 

Waking with a start, he found Kim standing over him. Her pale blue eyes looking into his, and that big, wide smile of hers were too much. A bit disoriented, it took him a moment to figure out where he was and who she was, and why she was in his room. 

"Mr. Daniels? You need to get up or you'll never sleep tonight." He knew she was right, but he desperately wanted to go back to sleep.

He started to get up and realized he was naked under the covers. He also realized he was hard as a rock and his eight inches were making a tent of the covers. "Um, can you give me a minute?"

"I'm stepping out into the hall for three minutes and then I'm coming back in. If you're still in bed I'm going to drag you out, naked or not."

Mark insisted Kim pick where to have dinner, since he didn't know the area, and also insisted on buying her dinner, using the "You're volunteering your entire weekend to help me, it's the least I can do..." argument. In the end he won. Upon returning, they wandered the site for the conference, so he could find the locations of his sessions. Throughout the day, Mark was struck again and again by just how damn charming Kim turned out to be. She could feign interest on nearly any topic he rambled on about. 

At the hotel bar, he bought them a round of drinks, after her assurance she was twenty-one, and he had finally convinced her his name was 'Mark,' not 'Mr. Daniels' It was then that they ran into her ex-boyfriend. 

"Hey Kim, you likin' 'em old now?" Before them was a greasy looking, long-haired kid with a sparse beard and an awful looking cheap fedora on his head. He had a windbreaker on, but had the sleeves pushed up above his elbows. Mark's first reaction was to want to immediately smack the hell out of the smarmy little shit. The short, round girl with him was equally greasy and looked to be boycotting shampoo.

Turing to him, Kim very calmly introduced her drinking partner. "Wil this is Mark Daniels, one of the authors speaking tomorrow. Mr. Daniels, this is my ex-boyfriend Wil, the one who cheated on me with a bloated cow who was pretending to be my friend."

Mark stifled a laugh, as the pair in front of him bugged their eyes out, mumbled something unintelligible and shuffled away. Once they were out of earshot, he finally let it go. 

Kim's face was red, and she seemed upset, so immediately, Mark tried to apologize. "Kim, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed." 

"No, I shouldn't have said all that." Then, looking at him she started laughing too.

As they drank a little more one of the other patrons in the bar had overheard the introduction and recognized the name. Soon, a small crowd had gathered and Mark found himself telling no-shit stories about his days in TV. Before they new it, the bar had closed. He fought the temptation to invite the few remaining up to his room to help him empty the mini-bar, so he walked Kim back to her room, though she insisted she should walk him back to his, and they agreed on a time to meet in the morning for breakfast. As they arrived at her door, they could hear what could only be described as some very vocal mating coming from room she and Erin were sharing with some friends. 

"Um. You wanna come up for a drink til the happy couple is done." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Yeah, I think so." She found herself giggling at thinking of her friends as a happy couple. They had broken up four or five times so far that year.

A couple of hours and drinks later, they'd exhausted the fun of watching late night Japanese TV on cable while doing their own voiceovers. Mark leaned back on the couch with his feet on the coffee table while Kim stretched out on the couch with her head in his lap. Her flip-flops had long since been kicked off. When he thought he could get away with it, he admired the tanned legs stretched out on the arm of the couch, and when he couldn't he tended to admire her pale blue eyes. They'd spent the last half hour laughing about her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. 

Finally he couldn't help himself and asked, "So why in the hell would you date that greasy slob?"

"He wasn't so gross until after he started screwing 'Raven.' " She emphasized the word "Raven" and stifled a giggle.

"Raven?"

"That greasy little blob he was with tonight." 

"Her name's Raven?"

"Well, it's really Heather, but Heather wasn't goth enough for her, so she goes by Raven."

"Not to be rude, but is he blind, or what?" He took a drink and continued, "I mean you're hot, and she's a 500-pound, sweating Gila-monster."

Kim looked up at him. "You think I'm hot?"

One moment he was looking into an enchanting pair of eyes, and the next thing he knew she'd grabbed his head and had her tongue in his mouth. The part of his brain that was saying, "You know, she's ten years younger than you, and drunk," was shouted into silence by the part that was screaming, "Fuck that! She's hot, and she has her tongue in your mouth!"

He managed to find a place to put his drink without spilling it, find a place for hers and not spill it, and then pull her upright and into his lap. The impressive part was that their lips had never come apart. 

When they finally broke for air, she asked, "It's okay if I kiss you, right?"

All he could manage before their lips met again was, "Sure, be my..."

By the time they broke for air again, she was straddling him and their hands had been roaming. The "she's drunk" part of his brain made one last attempt to gain control.

He was about to tell her they should stop when she ground her crotch into his hard on and announced, "I hope you don't mind me getting you drunk like this, but when I came to wake you earlier, you were uncovered, and I so wanted to suck you off right then. But instead I covered you and woke you up."

With that, the "go for it" side of his brain beat the other side into submission as he slid a hand up the back of her t-shirt. He found the clasp of he bra and unhooked it easily. Feeling her bra release, she lifted her arms up as he pulled her t-shirt and bra over her head. 

Her tits were small, but he didn't care as he dropped his lips to one nipple. She leaned back and groaned loudly and immediately reached down and started unbuckling his belt. He was opening up her shorts as she pulled his cock out of his pants. Stroking his length she stood and let him slid her shorts to the ground. Wearing only a pink thong, she pulled on his pants until he managed to lift himself up and slide them and his boxers off. She then climbed back onto his lap and kissed him again, grabbing his cock again in the process. She then slid down his legs and onto the floor in front of him and took his head in her mouth. Sliding her hand to his balls, she took him as far into her mouth as she could before coming back up until he was barely in her mouth. She repeated the process two more times, and then on the fourth time down, she took his full length down her throat. She fucked him with her throat until he was about to blow and ignored his warning until he was about to begin pumping his load down her throat. Feeling his balls tighten, she pulled back until he was barely between her lips again and took his load, swallowing all but the tiny drop that escaped her lips.

Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she climbed back into his lap. He immediately kissed her again before finally breaking. Without a word, he stood with her in his arms and carrier her to the bed. He set her on her feet by the bed and knelt in front of her, kissing her belly and sliding her thong to the ground. He slowly turned her in front of him, kissing around her hip, across her cheeks, taking a small nip of each one, and continuing around her other hip until he was back, kissing right above the thin patch of hair between her legs. 

As he began kissing downward, he slowly guided her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. As he lifted her leg to his shoulders, he spent several minutes kissing the insides of her thighs. In the dim light, he could see her glistening wetness and could certainly smell her arousal. 

Her breathing was already heavy and ragged, but when he finally touched his lips to her pussy, she groaned with pleasure, "Oh god, please!" He parted her lips with his tongue, and searched out her clit. If he hadn't been able to feel it with his tongue, he'd have known by her reaction. She begun humping his face almost the instant his tongue touched her clit. Though he'd been ready to go as long as it took, it seemed like only a few licks before her body began shaking and she clamped his head between her legs like a vise. 

As he stood up and climbed onto the bed, Kim centered herself on the bed and opened her legs for him. Climbing between them, he guided his rejuvenated dick into her, sliding his full length into her in one shot. 




First Time at a Con



There was no tenderness in their fucking, just the desire to enjoy the other's organ. As he reveled in sliding in and out of her, she took great pleasure in meeting his every thrust. She smiled up at him as they rutted, and occasionally leaned back and gasped, until she started shaking again and came even louder and more physically than the first time. Shortly after, he pulled out and shot his load onto her belly, not knowing if she was on birth control or not.

He kissed her tenderly, and climbed out of bed, to get a warm, wet washcloth to clean her up. As he was coming back to the bed, a song he didn't recognize began to play somewhere in the room.

Half sitting up, Kim pointed to her shorts. "Could you hand me my phone? I don't want to spill our mess."

Fishing her phone out of her shorts, Mark handed it to her and began cleaning her up as she answered her phone.

"Hey!" Pause. "I'm with Mark." Pause. "In his room." Longer pause. "Yeah." Pause. "It was great. I'm hoping we do it again later." Pause. "I don't know, I'll ask."

Looking at Mark who was getting the last bit off cum of her tits, she asked, "Can me and Erin crash here tonight? The happy couple is at it again. She can take the couch."

Mark kissed her quickly, taking her meaning in. "She's welcome to the couch."

"Sure, come on up." Pause. "Not tonight, but later, sure." 

As they snuggled under the covers, Mark asked, "Should we get dressed?"

"Whatever! Erin's seen me naked before, we live together. The first day I met her we played strip poker with some guys down the hall in our dorm. We both lost and had to sneak back to our room naked."

"Lucky guys." 

"Only one really," she giggled. "One guy came in his pants before we could really do anything, so me and Erin took his roommate back to our room and all but raped him."

"Interesting." He tried to resist, but he couldn't help himself. "You two do that sort of thing often?"

"Every now and then when we meet someone we both want to fuck but don't want to date. We don't touch each other, just the guy. Usually when he's had enough, the guy grabs Erin and fucks her until he comes. If she comes first, sometimes they fuck me till they cum. On guy came in both our mouths, fucked her till she came, fucked me till I came, and then fucked her till he finally came again." She tried to play it off, but he could tell it bothered her they the guys always picked Erin.

Before he could respond, there was a knock on the door. Kim kissed him quickly and on her way to the door whispered. "Play your cards right and we'll do it to you. But not tonight. Tonight you're all mine."

Erin walked in carrying two duffle bags, a blanket and a pillow. She made a point of checking out the area of the cover around his crotch, as if trying to see if she could see anything. "Here, I brought your stuff." She plopped both duffle bags on the floor.

"I thought they were still going at it."

"They were, but I wanted my stuff, and it's our room too." Grinning, she added, "Besides, it's not like they stopped when I came in the room."

"You're awful." Kim climbed back into bed as she admonished her friend. 

"By the way, Nikki needs to meet more guys." Erin turned off the lights and in the dim light provided by the moon outside, she gave Mark a bit of a show as she continued talking while stripping to just her skimpy panties, and putting her t-shirt back on. He didn't know if she thought they couldn't see her or if she just didn't care. "You know how she's always going on about how big Sean is?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Girl's in for a surprise when she sees her next dick. That boy's dick is TINY!" Erin continued bashing Sean's tiny dick as Kim snuggled up to him and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Some time later, Mark woke, feeling someone climbing out of the bed. He heard the bathroom door shut and saw light under the door. Soon the toilet flushed, the light went off, and the door opened. As Kim crawled back into bed he crawled out, kissing her on the way to the bathroom.

When he crawled back into bed, she was waiting for him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply again. Running his hands the length of her body, he caressed her until they broke for air.

He was instantly hard again when she whispered into his ear, "Can we do it again now that we're sober." 

In answer, he kissed her again and reached between her legs. After a few minutes of stimulation, she was sloppy wet and climbed on top of him. Grabbing his dick she guided it into her pussy as she slid down to meet his hips. Once she had him fully inside her, she leaned down and whispered into his ear. "I'm on the pill. Cum inside me."

He groped her breasts as she sat upright and fucked him slowly, at first. As she picked up her pace, he looked over to check on Erin, thinking they were being really sly. They weren't being sneaky enough, though, because he could barely make out the shape of her huge quivering breasts and her arm with the hand disappearing down her panties.

If possible, he got even harder. He was glad when Kim finally came and collapsed on top of him. Sitting up, he guided her onto her back between his legs pulling one leg up, he guided her onto her hands and knees and entered her again from behind. As he rammed in and out of Kim, his face was now about four feet closer to Erin, and he could see her much more clearly. Her dark curls were splayed out around her thrown back head, and she was caressing one large nipple with her left hand while masturbating with her right. In her t-shirt earlier, she'd looked chubby, but now with her top off, he realized that she really wasn't fat, just very curvy and had at least DD tits. Unlike Kim, she had obvious tan lines on her tits and huge areolas, that led to very rigid nipples. 

A moan from Kim drew his attention back to her, and looking down, he saw his dick slipping beneath the most beautiful ass he could recall ever seeing in this position. He was as hard as he'd ever been in his life, and loving every second. Kim collapsed under him, onto her belly, but still was making happy noises as he continued humping her with his legs now straddling her ass.

He looked up in time to see Erin reach between her legs now with her left hand, push her panties aside and start ramming two fingers into her cunt as her right hand toyed with her clit. When her body started to buck and shake he knew she was cumming and it was enough to send him over the edge and let him shoot his load deep into Kim.

As Kim snuggled back into his arms and he drifted off to sleep, he missed her waiving to her roommate. In the time it took Erin to slip out of her panties and get into bed next to him, he was sound asleep.

Mark awoke feeling cold: well, mostly cold. The covers on the bed were gone; the only part of him not cold was his dick, which felt warm and wet. As he gained his senses in the dark room, he realized that Kim was sucking his dick. He reached down and took her head in his hands, wanting give her a good morning kiss and found a mass of thick, curly hair. 

Shock ran through him, and though he wished it hadn't, his dick got even harder. "Erin," he was looking around the darkened room for Kim, "Where's Kim?" 

Taking her mouth off of his cock, Erin responded, "She had a meeting." As she climbed on top of him, she continued. "She told me to wake you at 8:30 and said I could do it any way I wanted." She kissed him, exploring his mouth with her tongue, before finishing, "I just can't fuck you till she gets back. And after watching what you did to her earlier, I really wish she'd hurry back." 

They kissed and explore each other's bodies a while, and soon he found himself caressing her bare cunt and flicking her large nipples with his tongue. She was much louder showing her appreciation than she had been in the nighttime show from earlier.

When Kim finally arrived shortly after 9:00 am, she found Mark on his back, with Erin on top of him in a sixty-nine position. He couldn't see her, but he heard the door open and heard her voice, "Good, you're up. I'm so fucking horny."

They became a blur of flesh until Mark wasn't exactly sure some times whose mouth was on his dick, whose legs he had his face between, or who he was fingering. At one point, he was sure it was Erin straddling his face, because he'd reached up her torso and found her huge tits and caressed them with one hand and fingered Kim, who was sucking his dick with the other. Erin began quivering again and soon was screaming, announcing her orgasm to the entire hotel. 

As soon as she climbed off of him, he reached down and pulled Kim's head up from what she was doing. Rolling her over, her got between her legs and slid his dick into her again. He was about to wipe the taste of pussy from his lips when she grabbed him by the head and kissed him. For a moment, Erin was forgotten as they fucked hard and fast. Before long, Kim began cumming vocally and violently, causing him to follow soon after. 

He lay on top of her kissing her, until Erin reminded them she was there. "That was so hot. You need to do that to me later." Climbing out of bed she headed to the shower. "Gotta get cleaned up and make my sure charge makes it to his autograph session. Hope we can do it again tonight!"

Once they heard the shower running, Kim whispered quietly into his ear, "Thank you." He didn't have to ask why.

Exhausted, they slept until almost noon. They made slow, leisurely love in the shower, ordered room service for lunch, and made sure he was on time to his talk at two.

**** Kim made sure that Mark made it his official functions and told him which unofficial ones he should go to. They were having a drink together in the hotel bar, when Melody and Kris arrived to collect him for dinner. Two beautiful women in thin summer dresses walking through the hotel lobby holding hands had the predicted effect. Heads turned, jaws dropped, and silence reigned. 

Mark made quick introductions, after which Kim slipped away. 

Looking around them as they walked out, Kris commented, "Look at these idiots stare." She was starting to get angry. "I would have thought a crowd like this would be a little more accepting than most." 

"Are you kidding, you two have just created a whole new fantasy for some of these kids. Not only are you hot, but your lesbians too." Laughing he added, "You two are probably going to be the single most jacked off to mental image in the state tonight."

"I don't know. Kim is pretty cute. Some of these boys are bound to have a crush on her and her friend from the airport." Melody grinned at him slyly.

"Looked kinda young too." Kris teased him. "What is she, eighteen at the most?"

"She's twenty-one. She's what is called a guest liaison. She's supposed to make sure I get to all my meetings and stuff on time. 

"Whatever," Kris snorted, clearly amused. "I can see in her eyes that girl wants in your pants, and she has that just got laid aura about her. Adds up to one thing buster."

Melody came to his defense, "Wasn't I nineteen the first time we slept together? It was at your thirtieth birthday party, wasn't it?"

Kris gave up the fight, as they walked out to her car. Dinner ended up not being at their house, but at a small, out of the way place that you would have to know about to find. There were few tables, and all were isolated from one another. Mark noted that there were no prices on the menu, and felt his wallet cringe. Dinner turned out to exquisite, and the girls made a charmingly beautiful couple. Mark took the time to get to know more about Kris. She was an artist, mainly doing sculpture, but also some drawing. When the check came, Kris insisted on taking it, noting that while she wasn't selling much of her art yet, being a trust fund baby, she didn't need to really.

As they waited for Melody outside the restroom, Kim looked Mark in the eye. "Thanks for convincing Mel that you approve of me, even if you don't. Since we met, you've been the only person whose approval has ever worried her."

Putting an arm around her, Mark took the chance to speak his mind. "When the shit hit the fan, it broke my heart that such a sweet, special girl was being treated like a pariah by her own family. I honestly couldn't be happier that she has someone who will give her the love and respect she deserves. I was afraid she'd been too damaged to ever be able have such a wonderful, loving relationship."

Mark had been asked to judge a costume contest, so they couldn't stay too late, so they ended the evening early and dropped him off at the hotel. As he got out of the car, Kris and Melody got out with him, not satisfied with a simple goodbye. He hugged Melody goodnight first, and got a quick, kiss on the cheek. When he leaned in to hug Kris goodnight, she took the chance to kiss him dead on the lips. 

Taken aback, he had no response, as Kris and Melody slipped back into the car, giggling and drove away. As he turned to walk into the hotel, the first thing he saw was Kim, waiting for him in the lobby, reading his first book.

He wanted to hug her, but they'd agreed to keep that sort of thing behind closed doors. "Hey there." He didn't mean to make her jump, but she did. Mark found it especially cute when she tried to hide what she was reading. "How much time do we have before the contest?" 

Standing, she answered quietly enough for just him to hear. "Not enough time to do it, but probably enough for a blow job."

As they rode the elevator up to his room, fortunately alone, Kim took his hand. "Are you going to do Erin tonight?"

Mark took longer than he wanted to answer. "It depends." 

Kim seemed almost afraid to ask, but she continued, "Depends on what?"

"On what you want." That seemed to ease her fears a little. "If I have to choose between you and her, it's you, hands down. Whether she joins us or not is up to you."

She got a worried look on her face. "Um, but we just met. It's not like I can tell you what to do."

Taking her hand, he kissed it gently and said, "I spent last night and this morning with the prettiest girl I've seen at the conference, and to top it off she's great in bed. Why would I want to mess that up? Even if it's only for a few days, at least I can have you for a few days."

"But you still want to do her, don't you?" 

"Of course I do. She's young and pretty, and she wants me to have sex with her. What straight guy wouldn't? But I'd rather have sex with you." He hoped he was getting through to her. "I could show you once we get into the room." He leered at her playfully.

That seemed to encourage her, because she blushed and smiled again.

They'd barely gotten into the room when Kim dragged him to the sofa and pushed him down. She stripped of her top and bra quickly as he unbuckled his belt, and knelt in front of him. Without pretense or playing around, she opened up his pants and pulled his dick out, nearly swallowing him at once. With a single-minded purpose, Kim fucked him with her throat. She spared no time with teasing, her whole entire purpose to make him blow as fast as she could. It was the fastest blowjob he'd had in a long time, leaving them plenty of time to make out a little afterward, get dressed, and make it to the contest on time. 

While it made Mark kind of proud that one of the entries in the costume contest came as one of his characters, he couldn't remember ever writing about that character wearing Daisy Dukes, fishnets, and spiked heels. Even worse, the guy in the outfit really didn't have the legs for fishnets. Though he was a crowd favorite, he didn't finish in the top three.

After the costume contest, he desperately wanted to take Kim back up to his room and return the favor, but Kim wanted to go to the dance afterward. He'd have gone anyway, even before she whispered quietly, "Dancing makes me sooo horny." 

Not wanting to give anything away, they made sure to dance more with other people than each other. The music was definitely not what Mark would dance to, but then again, he was badly afflicted with white man's disease, and his total lack of rhythm made most of his dancing look the same anyway. 

After about an hour, Kim found him near the bar with a freshly opened beer. She said something, but it was too loud for him to hear, so he leaned closer. Shouting, but still only barely loud enough for him to hear, in the noisy room, "If you were to go up to your room, right now, you'd find a stacked, naked woman in your bed who really wants to get laid. But you'll have to finish your beer first. Can't take it out of the room." She leaned back and looked him in the eye. With one eye raised, she waited for him to move. Leaning forward again, she added, "Two last things. She's on the pill, and try to save some energy for me. I'll be up in an while."

Mark wasted no time, handing his beer to Kim and heading to the elevator. By the time he'd gotten to his floor, he had his hands in his pockets to try and hide his erection. Upon entering his room, he paused, speechless, when he saw what waited for him on his bed.

Erin was tied to his bed, legs spread wide, wearing only a blindfold and an MP3 player. Unable to see, and unable to hear beyond the music, she was unaware that anyone was in the room with her. While he undressed, he took in her naked body. He debated crawling between her wide-open legs and nailing her right away, but he decided instead to straddle her chest. 

She reacted as soon as she felt his weight on the bed. "Who's that?" He didn't say anything. "Kim?" Nothing. "Mark?"

When his dick landed between her huge tits, she commented, "Well, I know it isn't Kim." 

He grabbed her tits and squeezed them gently around his dick until it disappeared from sight. He slowly began fucking her tits. He'd never cum from just fucking tits before, but these were by far the best he'd ever fucked, so he pulled up before he made a mess of her chest and face. As soon as he pulled up, she opened wide, so he slid his dick into her mouth until he hit her throat, nearly gagging her. He fucked her mouth for a couple of strokes until shooting his load down her throat. Like a trooper, she swallowed it all. Once he was done, Mark pulled out of her mouth and climbed off of the bed. As soon as her mouth was empty, Erin started talking again. "That was great. Hope you're not done yet. Is it my turn yet? If you untie me, I'll get that back up for you."

As she rattled on, Mark caught his breath, then moved to the foot of the bed and climbed between her thighs. Wasting no time, he kissed her squarely on the twat, before he began exploring her with his tongue.

Erin jumped when his lips touched her pussy. "Woah! Alright! That's what I'm talking about!" As soon as he found her clit, though her tone changed. "Oh shit!" Any words after that were lost between moaning and the occasional scream. It took longer than he'd hoped, but eventually, she was bucking her crotch into his face while screaming, "No more! No More!" 

He went just a little longer, before climbing on top of her while she caught her breath. With his dick pressing against her lips, he kissed her sloppily, letting her taste herself on him. As soon as he broke the kiss and she started to speak again, he pushed himself into her, interrupting her in mid word.

"Oh my god, that was greAHHH!" 

He took his time fucking her, watching her tit's bounce and sway. Again, she was at a loss for words, simply moaning and screaming. Every so often, he picked up the pace and slammed her for a few strokes. 

Mark didn't even stop when he heard the door opening. He felt the weight of another person climbing onto the bed and kept slamming into her. Glancing to his right, he saw Kim's naked form. She was sitting with her legs crossed, leaning back on one hand, with the other hand between her legs.




First Time at a Con



While the desire to shoot his load in Erin, the thought of fucking Kim was too tempting. He started to pull out.

"No, don't," Kim stopped him. "Cum in her."

When he hesitated, she added, "She's on the pill."

"That isn't it." 

"Whatever, just keep fucking."

Not one to argue, Mark kept going. Having an audience sped things up, and he was soon shooting his cum into Erin's writhing body. 

When she could breath again, Erin broke the silence. "Is that Kim? I felt someone get on the bed. C'mon guys, untie me, I gotta pee."

Mark rolled off of her and started to reach for the scarf binding her left wrist. 

"Not yet." Before he could respond, Kim had him in her mouth and was cleaning him off. Once she was satisfied, she gave him the okay, "God I love that taste." Taking a deep breath, she looked at her friend's heaving body. "Alright, now you can untie her." 

He couldn't resist. Pointing a the mess oozing out of Erin's sloppy twat, Mark commented, "There's more where that came from."

"Temping, but I think she'd flip. Maybe I'll try it next time she lets me tie her up and blindfold her."

Looking at Kim in a new light, Mark untied Erin's wrist. While Erin freed herself from the blindfold, the other scarf, and the mp3 player, Mark pulled the smaller girl to him and kissed her softly.

"Guys, that was awesome!" Erin gasped. "Be right back."

By the time she got back, Mark was inside Kim, slowly making love to her. Her first instinct was to get dressed and quietly slip out the door. Instead, she flopped onto the couch, reached between her legs and enjoyed the show.



First Time at a Gay Bath House



I have always been a heterosexual male that was married and then divorced. I have had several relationships with women after my divorce, but for the most part ended up disappointed with the relationships. I have been exploring my gay feelings by going to nude gay beaches, chatting with gay men online and watching a lot of gay videos. Now I had decided that it was time to see if I was gay or just curious. 

I looked up gay bathhouses online and found one that I thought that I would like about 60 miles away from where I presently live. It looked clean and private with all of the usual amenities like communal showers, saunas, steam rooms, Jacuzzi, pool, video rooms, workout area and private rooms. I didn't exactly know what the proper behavior would be in a gay bathhouse, so once again I looked up the proper etiquette. So I learned that for the most part everyone walked around with just a white towel on, but if you were looking for more attention then it was ok to walk around completely naked. It was permissible to have sex in the sauna, steam rooms and video rooms, but generally not in any of the open areas. Naturally it would be permissible to have sex in your own private room with the door closed or open depending on your preference.

So on the day that I decided to venture out for my first gay bathhouse visit, I spent some extra time at home getting ready. Not knowing whether I was going to experience my first anal sex, I decided to give myself several enemas to make sure that my rear passage was clear. Then I shaved my chest, my butt and my genitals for that smooth look and feeling. I have pierced nipples, my dick is pierced with a PA and I have a guiche piercing right near my butt hole. I put in my 6 ga. large rings in my nipples to match the 6 ga. PA ring in my dick. I have a naked man hanging from a barbell in my guiche piercing. I also have a heavy nipple chain to connect to my nipple rings. When I was all cleaned up and smelling good, I put on my yellow nylon running shorts, my white muscle shirt that always seemed to leave one nipple uncovered and my shower things on my feet. I was ready to go.

After about an hour drive I was approaching the bathhouse and my heart started to race and my dick was twitching. I was excited about what was to come even though I had no idea of what to expect. I parked my car, threw my backpack over my shoulder and headed for the front door. When I walked in there was a small reception area with 2 windows like at a bank teller. I went up to one and a very nice guy asked if he could help me. I saw him looking at my right nipple with my piercing dangling outside of my shirt and said "I would like to spend the day in the bathhouse". He explained that first that I needed to join the Club, which was $20 for 6 months. Then I had to either pay for a locker or a private room for the day. Since the private room was only $7 more than the locker, I took the private room. I paid him the money, showed him my ID and then he issued me a Club membership card and gave me the key to my room and a small white towel.

The guy then pushed a buzzer to let me into the club. Once inside the door another nice guy asked me if I needed any condoms or lube. I said that I suppose so and he handed me several condoms and a little bottle of special lube. I kind of felt a little strange taking the condoms and lube since there were only men in the club and as yet I had not had any gay encounter with another man. He then directed me down a dimly lit hallway with doors to small rooms all along the walls on both sides. 

As I went down the hall looking for room #202, several guys passed me. They were naked except for the white towels. Several rooms had the doors open with guys standing by the doorway looking me up and down. One room that I passed had a guy lying on the bed in the room completely naked casually rubbing his dick. When I found my room, I opened the door with the key, found the light and turned it on and walked in. I closed the door behind me and looked around. The room was only large enough for a small bed covered only in white sheets, and a small table next to it. I put my backpack on the table and sat on the bed to get my breath. I was excited as hell.

When I settled in, I began to undress. I took the thongs off my feet, pulled my shirt over my head and took off my running shorts. When I was completely naked, I folded my clothes and put them in my backpack and put my thongs under the bed. I took the bottle of lube and put some on my fingers to begin lubing up my butt hole. I stuck my fingers in my hole as far as I could reach to make sure that I was lubed all the way in. I probably used way too much, but since I had never had anything put up my hole except for my fingers and a medium sized butt plug I wanted to be sure that I was slippery. I then grabbed the towel that was given to me and headed out of the room to explore what the club had to offer. 

As I walked down the dark hallways, I could hear men in the rooms moaning and making noises. I was sure that they were fucking, but since the doors were closed I could only imagine what they were doing. When I got to the shower area, I took off my towel and decided to get myself wet before going into the steam room area. There was a cute young man showering next to me. He looked at my pierced nipples and said, "Did it hurt to have your nipples pierced?"

I said, "It hurt like hell. It hurt a lot more than when I pierced my dick."

H asked if he could feel them and naturally I was more than happy to have my nipples touched and pulled. As he did I noticed that he had a small ring piercing in his dick. It was a beautiful dick with a delicious looking mushroom head. I said to him "I see that you have a PA too. May I touch it?"

He replied, "Sure, go ahead. It is the only place that I can have pierced since I am a model and any other piercings would interfere with my career."

I touched his dick lightly and ran my fingers around that gorgeous head with the shiny little ring sticking out its mouth. He continued to play with my nipple piercings until I just couldn't stand it anymore and got down on my knees. I stuck my tongue out to lick the head of his dick and he responded by moving forward a little. I liked the head and shaft and played with his PA piercing with my tongue. He put his hand on my head and I opened my mouth to let his dick in. This was the first time that I had a dick in my mouth and it felt great. As he moved his dick further into my mouth, I was sucking it like a lollipop. It felt warm in my mouth and alive as he began to move it in and out of my mouth. I was naked on my knees being face fucked in the shower with other guys watching me. I loved it.

After a few minutes of this wonderful first encounter, the young man pulled out of my mouth and said, "I am close to Cumming and I don't want to cum just yet. It was a pleasure meeting you, but I am supposed to meet a friend of mine here today. By the way, I love your piercings. Maybe we can all get together later." I got back on my feet, gave him a kiss on the lips and rinsed off.

When I left the shower, I headed for the steam room. I just carried my towel and walked naked to the door, opened it and walked in. It was pretty foggy, so I could only see blurred images of men. There were little alcoves throughout the steam room where some men were sitting. I found an empty alcove and sat down. The steam felt great, so I just leaned back to relax for a while. 

Shortly someone stood in front of me and grabbed my dick in his hand. He gave it a little tug and I moaned a little. H was naked too and had his dick in my face. I grabbed it with both hands and began to lick the head. Up until a few minutes ago I had never even held another man's dick and now within 15 minutes I was about to put the second one in my mouth. It was much larger than the young man's in the shower and a lot thicker. As I opened my mouth to let the head enter, the guy moved forward pushing his dick all the way back to my throat. 

I was stunned at first and when the head of his dick hit my throat I gagged. He pulled back momentarily and then with both of his hands on the back of my head he moved forward again. H said "Relax sweetheart and put your tongue on the bottom of my dick. Then when the head hits the back of your throat just swallow."

I did what he said, but once again I gagged and he had to pull out. Then he pulled me up by my nipple rings and told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told and then he pushed down on the top of my head until my naked butt was resting on the heels of my feet. He then put the head of his dick in my mouth again and began to move it in again. When h hit the back of my throat, he tilted my head back a little further and held it steady as he shoved his dick down my throat. I tried to gag, but my throat was now filled with his large cock head. He kept pushing forward until my nose was buried in his pubic hairs. 

I was now deep throating this man that I had never met before. He would pull his dick out of my throat just when I was about to explode from lack of air and then thrust it back in. There was an audience of about 5 other naked men all pulling on their own dicks. Just as his dick started to twitch and his balls tightened up, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his load all over my face. Two or three of the other guys watching came on me at about the same time. When he had finished Cumming he told me to lick his dick clean, which I did. It was my first taste of cum and it was bitter and salty. 

When he was finished with me, he moved back into the cover of the steam and left. Since I was covered in cum, I went back to the shower to clean up. I then dried off with my towel and headed back to my room. I was a little tired from the steam and the blowjob. I opened the door to my room, dimmed the light and lay naked face down on my bed. I just figured that I would rest a few minutes before I ventured out to explore the rest of the club.

One of the things that I read in the etiquette of gay bathhouses was about private room signals. The accepted practice of lying face down on the bed in your room with the door open was an invitation for anyone to have anal sex with you. I guess that I forgot about that part and also forgot to close the door since I was tired. Also on the table next to the bed I had left the condoms and the anal lube that I was given when I first arrived at the club. I must have fallen asleep, because I was awaken by another man putting more lube in my butt hole with his finger. He had closed the door and taken his towel off and was on top of me moving his fingers in and out of my hole. 

My intruder then began to spank my butt cheeks hard saying that he was going to really enjoy fucking this nice ass. Oddly enough whether it was the pain of the spanking or his fingers widening my butt hole, my dick was as hard as a telephone pole. I must have really been enjoying the treatment that I was receiving. When he started shoving 3 of his fingers into my butt and spreading my cheeks, I knew what was next. 

He got up and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and put it on his dick. I turned to look at him and his dick for the first time. His dick was big and long and sticking straight out from his naked body. I am only 5'8" tall and 170 lbs., but he must have been at least 6'2" tall and a muscular 230 lbs. A wave of fear came over me that this monster was going to split me in half. When he had finished putting on the condom he mounted me and pushed my head down with one of his hands. He bellowed, "Get ready to get fucked hard. Since you didn't complain about the spanking, I know that you like it rough and I aim to please."

Before I could say a word, he was spreading my legs apart with his knees and pushing at the entrance to my hole with his big tool. He held the head of his dick at my anus and kept pressure on it until my anal ring started to open and let the monster in. When the head finally slipped in, my anal muscles held it tight. I groaned and he said "Relax, fuck toy. We haven't even begun having fun yet."

He put one of his large hands under my belly and pulled me up into the "doggy style" position. Then he kept applying pressure to move his dick further and further into me. He would move his dick in and then withdraw it until just the head remained inside of me and then move forward again going deeper inside of me with each thrust. Finally when I thought that I couldn't take any more of him without coming out of my throat he hit bottom. His pelvic muscles were up against my butt cheeks. He left it there for a moment and then started to piston in and out of me. When he moved all of the way into me with his big dick his body would pound my butt cheeks so hard, I was sure that anyone could hear all the way to the end of the hall. 

He then asked, "Are you a virgin? I have never been with any guy so tight."

I responded while grunting, "Yes. Today was my first sex of any kind with a man. You are the first man to put his dick into me."

He then stopped and pulled out of me. "Well if that's the case and it's a pretty fair bet that you are clean and don't have AIDS or any other diseases, then I am not going to waste my cum in this condom. Get ready honey, because I am going to fill you up."

He pulled off the condom and lubed up his dick. He flipped me over so that I was facing him and put my legs on his shoulders. Then he lined up his dick at my hole and shoved it in. He was going to fuck me bareback. As he was pounding his dick into me, he pulled on my nipple rings. I thought that h was going to pull one of my nipples right off. My nipples are connected to my dick for some reason and I became hard again. While he was fucking me, I began to stroke my own dick. This was the most painful, but the most erotic sex that I had ever had in my entire life. 

His pace quickened and my rod started to spew my seed onto my chest. Just as I was finishing cumming, he shoved his cock into me as far as it would go. His balls tightened and his naked body tightened as he started to fill me with his cum. He pumped and pumped into my ass, as I felt his hot sperm filling me. When he had finished, he pulled his now empty fuck stick out of my hole. I could feel his cum running out of my hole and onto the sheets. He got up, grabbed his white towel, and headed for the door. He turned and said, "You're a great piece of ass. I will have to fuck you the next time that we meet."

I got up out of the bed with cum dripping out of my ass and closed the door to this tiny room. I decided to dress without going to the shower for fear of getting fucked again. I was spent and needed to get home. I gathered my belongings and headed out of the club to my car. As I passed the guy in the reception area he asked me if I had a good time. I just smiled and he knew that I did. I accomplished my mission of exploring my gay feelings, and decided that I liked being the fuckee a lot more than I liked being the fucker. I discovered that I was to be a bottom in the gay community and was looking forward to many more exciting experiences.



First Time at a Nude Beach



The sun beat down from a cloudless sky as we left the car. The car park looked out on the sea that seemed to be as smooth as a millpond and you could see others walk along the beach and move to the cliffs merely 600 meters south of us. You could even make out people playing in the water and you licked your lips. 

"Scared," I asked. 

"Yes, this is my first time you know. I'm not that good looking really." 

I laughed and took you into my arms," You will be the most lovely woman there and I think that you will enjoy the experience." 

Looking at me with disbelief we gathered our beach gear from the boot of the car and walked onto the loose white sand hot from the sun. We quickly walked to the cooler hard-packed sand and joined the stream of people walking to the beach further down. All too quickly for you we came to a sign that pronounced that from beyond this point there were nude people. I walked on and you stopped there and looked at the sign as though mesmerised. 

I turned to you and waited. You took a step forward and it seemed to be the one of the most difficult things that you had ever done but you made the step and walked forward. You felt a pressure lift from you and you realised that you had made the decision to do what I had asked, that you would go nude on a beach with others about you. 

As you walked to me you saw the men and women about you and looked at them. You were amazed at the variety her, from the divine beautiful bodies of those who could be models. Others were beer-bellied, fat or old. Yet all seemed so unashamed of their bodies and walked without thought and did what they wanted to do naked. You turned to me and saw that I was stepping out of my shorts to be naked before you, my body though a little padded with fat was tanned fully and without lines of white. I looked at you and you shook your head, not here and so soon it told me. When we stopped and settled. I smiled at you trying to encourage your decision, I was very proud to be with you here and I knew that it had taken much for you to come with me here. I packed my clothes away and picking up the gear we continued down the beach until I found a semi-secluded spot and began to set up the towels. 

Now was the point of no return, with one sweep of your arms your t-shirt came over your head leaving you in a navy one-piece that you usually wore. Something that was high cut and showed off your legs well. The neck was medium cut which meant that your cleavage was mostly covered. Your fingers curled under your shoulder straps and you looked about you and though you saw glances from those around us no-one seemed to be overly interested in what we were doing. 

With a sharp tug you pulled the cloth down your body exposing your white breasts topped by your brown nipples. You sat down quickly on your towel and pulled off your bathers and covered your body with your hands. 

Smiling I offered you some champagne that you grabbed and gulped down without thinking. I then began to ply you with the drink and you quickly became drunk with the sun and alcohol and lost some inhibitions uncurling and allowing your body to lie against the rough cloth of the towel. Face down I told you that I would apply oil to your back and legs. Quickly I straddled your body and allowed the drops of oil across your back and fleshy ass cheeks. 

The oil looked like rain drops and I began to slide my hands across your back, I gloried at the feel of your flesh. As I touched you my cock grew hard but I kept others from seeing my arousal. I loved the way your skin would gleam in the sun, even the white skin of your ass was gleaming and I wanted to part the cheeks and torment you further. My touch must have been arousing since you parted your thighs and I could see moisture on your lips that were swelling and becoming prominent. My God I thought what a sexy beast you are.

My fingers slipped between your legs and massaged along your thighs moving towards the v that was the join of them. Yet I stopped and turned you over. I looked at your face and your lips were parted and and your eyes closed as though you were deep in your pleasure and I heard small sighs of pleasure escape from your lips. 

I dripped more oil onto your body and began to rub it into your thirsty, hungry flesh. My hands probed and caressed your breasts. I pulled at your nipples feeling them swell and I heard a deeper groan of desire escape from your mouth. As I looked at you my cock was hard but I was discrete and kept it from the sight of others on the beach. I let the precum soaked head touch you now and again. I allowed my hands to slide downwards along the curve of your hip and then over your leg. 

I opened your legs and your lips were so easy to see, swollen and moisture-laden, lips that desired to be caressed and parted. Lips that wanted a cock to thrust through them and bring pleasure. I dripped oil onto your pubis and began to massage the oil into your skin there but slipping downwards between the valley of your pussy.  

My fingers massaged oil into your skin between the hair over your pussy. My fingers slipped downwards between your pussylips swollen and hot with need. You gave voice to your pleasure as I thrust a finger into your hot, moist pussy, you pushed your legs further apart and I felt your fingers wrap about my cock. You began to pump your hand slowly back and forth my cock. 

My fingers thrust in and out of your wet pussy and you stroked my hard cock. Perhaps there were some looks in our direction but nothing could be seen but by that stage I really couldn't care less. Then I felt a tightening of your pussy as you came over my fingers as it touched your clit. As you came you squeezed my cock and I gasped with the pleasure and lost all control. 

Cum flew through the air as my cock spurted. With your fingers wrapped around it you continued to pump the hard flesh. You continued to pull my skin back and forth across my head milking me of my cock of any cum that was in my balls. My groans though subdued were deep with passion. 

In the end my cock spilled the last drop of cum on your stomach and I grew soft in your hands. Looking at you I smiled admiring the sunlight playing on the cum sprayed across your belly and on your breasts. Touching your cum stained body I said "Lets go for a swim."



First Time at a Party



Roxy and Tom had been experimenting and talking about new things to try for a while now, but recently they had been corresponding to a girl a little bit older than themselves. She hosted sex parties. Roxy and Tom found a date to go, and decided that they would go and just have sex with each other around the other people having sex. This was nerve-racking enough as it is. The day finally came and Roxy was trying to pick out an outfit. Tom was so nervous, he was shaving his hair and trying to look his best. Both of them just looked at each other and told each other to calm down, and they laughed.

"I'm not even sure I want to do this," Tom said.

"Me either, but like we said we will just stick together. We should try it," Roxy said.

So both Roxy and Tom drove to the party (of course they passed it on their first time around). It was in a nice development of a small town. From the outside it looked like a regular party. Both Tom and Roxy's stomachs were unsettled. They parked nearby, and immediately saw a girl with a sundress on and a glass of wine walk up. Roxy and Tom looked at each other like there's no turning back now.

Roxy grabbed the bottle of Moscato wine that they had brought for the occasion. The girl, Emily, was extremely nice and easy to become friends with. She hugged Roxy and kissed her on the cheek and smiled at Tom.

"Come on in!" She said, and led Roxy and Tom to the house.

Inside there were a couple of other people. Some were couples, and some seemed to be alone. Everyone was still clothed, drinking wine or beer or harder alcohol, talking and laughing. As we walked by, they stared, which was uncomfortable. Nonetheless, Emily got Roxy and Tom seated and opened our wine for us. We began drinking it immediately.

"Tom, I'm so nervous."

"I know, me too, but so far nothing's happening so its good!"

Tom and Roxy sat, drinking their wine, when suddenly another girl came up. She was pretty, and she had a nice chest and a nice booty. She might have came with one of the men that were here.

"So you guys are new here? I bet you're nervous."

"Yeah," they both said together. She laughed.

"Well my name is Dana, and if you ever need anything you can ask me," she said.

"Well, how do these things get started?" Tom asked.

"Haha, you're eager huh?! Normally we drink a little bit and talk. This is when we eye up who we might want to have join in. Some of us are pickier than others, but I'm sure that you two won't have any trouble."

"Well actually we thought that for the first time we might stay just as a couple," Tom said.

"Oh, I see," Dana said with a smile that neither Roxy nor Tom could trust. "Well like I said if you need anything, I'll be right here, and my boyfriend Will, says hello to you, Roxy. Roxy looked over at Will and he was fairly handsome, with big arms, light eyes and dark hair. She couldn't see his butt yet, he was still sitting down.

While they were talking, a group of people had already started making out. This started almost a wave of changed behavior. The drinks came down and the lips touched. Roxy and Tom followed suit, kissing. Roxy's hand was shaking a little bit, but Tom moved to hold it and it stopped. She smiled and continued to kiss Tom, staying in the moment.

It was not long before Tom and Roxy moved to take off each other's clothes. They were right on pace with the others. They had moved to the living room where sheets had been put down on the furniture. Tom was rock hard, just from making out with Roxy. Roxy was very wet from making out with Tom and just feeling his thick dick. She couldn't wait to start.

Tom laid Roxy down on the couch. Both Roxy and Tom had sort of a tunnel vision going. They almost forgot about everyone else. Tom parted Roxy's legs and began to lick her. She grabbed the sheets in pleasure and wriggled around. Tom was doing such a great job that Roxy felt like she already might orgasm. She grabbed his head, wiped his mouth with the sheet, and started to make out with him. Then, greedily, Roxy grabbed Tom's booty and brought him and his thick cock right towards her. He slid into her, gently at first, but it was so thick and hard that it almost hurt just a little. Once his cock was nice and wet, he began to fuck her slowly. 

Roxy moaned so loudly. She didn't care, she was in the moment and it was fun and exciting. She was also a little tipsy from the wine, but she knew what she was doing and she was having a good Tome. Roxy motioned to Tom that she wanted to switch to doggy style. As they were switching, Tom noticed that a good amount of the people, even as they did it themselves, were watching Tom and Roxy. It was turning them on, the way that they had sex. He also noticed that Dana and Will were coming closer. Tom remembered that he told them that they'd be couple alone tonight, so he went back to Roxy and entered her. She moaned as he slid in.

Suddenly though, Will was near Roxy's face with his hard cock. It was big, and thick, and circumcised. Dana put her hand on Tom's back. She separated Tom and Roxy, and went down to suck Tom's wet, thick cock. She switched between sucking on it hard and licking and teasing it. Roxy, again in the moment, grabbed Will's cock. She took it in her mouth and moaned. She had originally been nervous and skeptical, but right now, she was loving it. She too sucked him with amazing talent, and suddenly, she felt Tom slide back into her. Her eyes rolled up with pleasure. She had a cock in her mouth, which felt amazing, and then her man's cock inside of her. She rode Tom and sucked on Will until he pulled out of her mouth. Roxy almost didn't let him go.

Now they switched positions. Tom lay on his back on the couch, and Dana slid onto his cock. Roxy could see the pleasure in her face. But it was interuppted with Will's cock again, which slid into her mouth. Roxy faced Dana and sat on Tom's face, forcing him to lick her. She was feeling a warm thick cock in her mouth, her man's tongue licking and teasing her, and now she was feeling a wet tongue and lips on her nipples. Dana was kissing her chest. All of this stimulation was making Roxy go wild. She was dripping into Tom's mouth. Tom LOVED this and continued to lick her, hungrily. 

Dana began to orgasm, and she too dripped but on Tom's cock. They switched positions again. Now Roxy lay on her back on the bed. Will entered her, and Roxy gripped the sheets again. He slowly slid in, over and over, and it felt amazing. Tom moved his cock to Roxy's lips, and she licked it clean of Dana's juices. Then, she finally engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. Roxy again had two cocks inside of her and it was immense how good it felt. Then suddenly she felt a tongue flicker as she was being fucked by Will. Dana was licking her clit as everything else was going on. At this point, Roxy was moaning so loudly. Finally, after minutes of this, she orgasmed so loudly. She almost pulled the sheets off of the bed.

Roxy and Dana got on their knees and began to kiss each other. Tom and Will stood over them pumping their thick cocks. When Tom saw Roxy and Dana make out, his knees almost gave out. The kept making out, with their beautiful bodies pressed up against each other. As soon as Will and Tom started to moan, they both opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out. Will came onto Roxy's tongue and Tom came on Dana's tongue. They both knew that they wanted the other's so, they made out to switch. Cum dripped from their mouths and onto their chests, which were pressed up against each other. They both swallowed whatever was left, and Roxy cleaned Tom off and Dana cleaned Will off. 

Dana took Roxy upstairs to the shower, where they would clean off. Tom and Will stayed, and both had a beer. The night was scary, and nerve-racking, but it turned out to be a fun time.



First Time, At Last!



First some background info. (all true) I am a happily (mostly) married, middle-aged white male. College education, two kids, a mortgage, a dog and a cat. I am reasonably good looking and have a great job that pays fairly well. Being middle-aged, I felt the need to get back into shape. Also, being long past the weight-lifting stage, and wanting to start with my cardio-vascular health, I thought that beginning with swimming would be the best way to get back into it ............ 

After about a week of swimming laps at the club (always on my lunch hour) I began to get into it and develop the habit of going. One day I was swamped at work and had to work through lunch and into the evening. I called home and told my wife to go ahead and eat without me, and probably get the kids to bed too. 

I worked 'til about 8:00 PM and then tore myself away to go to the club, despite the temptation to just go home and have a beer. By the time I got to the club it was nearly deserted. As I entered the pool there was only one other person using it, a trim tall guy who looked as though he swam a lot. He was just finishing up as I dove in. We exchanged a nod as he grabbed his towel and made for the locker room. We made some small talk about the water temp. and how it was good to have the pool to one's self. 

I began my laps but for whatever reason, I just wasn't into it. maybe I was tired from working all day, or just couldn't muster the reserves, having had a Snapple and an apple for lunch. Whatever the case, I gave in and decided to try and get home before my kids went to sleep. 

I exited the pool and wiped myself down, heading for the locker room. Upon entering the locker room I noticed that it was really quiet. I rounded the corner and found the other guy standing nude in front of his open locker. Now that is not any Earth-stopping event, to find a nude man in a locker room, but what was different was that I actually took note of his lean, trim body. Especially his ass, which for some reason looked to me like a woman's ass. Only this guy was tall and that accented his long, quite frankly, shapely legs and his ass .............. he had a slim waste and a well-toned back, nicely tapered as it rose to his shoulders ........ I caught myself actually thinking of this stranger, and a man, no less, as a sexual object. I tried to purge the thought and headed to my locker, which was down the row from his ........ 

As I was mostly dry, I hung my towel on my now open locker door and began to strip off my suit. As I did so I realized that my cock had swollen a bit so that the veins along its length were plainly visible and it was hanging more than it should have been, having just exited the pool. At first I was a bit self-conscious of this, thinking the other guy might see this and be put off. At once I realized this was silly and figured he wouldn't look, and if he did he wouldn't know if this was how it appeared normally anyway ......... I shed my suit and cast a quick glance to my right, just to be sure .........

Well, what I saw was something I both completely unexpected and have been secretly fantasizing for years. There, standing before the open locker was the most impressive hunk of man-meat I had ever beheld. What's more, and as I had always secretly envisioned, this huge cock was completely shaved, balls and all. It hung there, lewdly swaying back and forth and was easily as long and thick, hanging there, as mine was when it was erect! His balls were not hanging as mine do, but were definitely large, tight, and snug up beneath that incredible cock. 

I know I must have been paralyzed, fixed on what I could not believe was real. Not only was he hung like the proverbial horse, and shaved clean, he seemed to be displaying his trophy, as if he was proud of it and wanted me to see it! I must have been staring noticeably because I happened to look up to see he was looking right at me. I tried to avert my gaze, to show some discretion, fearful he might think I was gay or, at the very least, be offended by my gawking. Instead he simply gave a subtle smile and asked how the swim went.

At first I was unable to answer, afraid I might stammer or simply blurt out my desire to touch his incredible cock . Ultimately I was able to say something about being too tired to finish my routine. However, unconsciously I had returned my gaze to his awesome cock, which had by now grown even larger and had begun its upward rise. He replied that I mustn't be too tired, based on appearances ........ I looked back up at his face and he was staring directly at my cock now. I glanced down and was both embarrassed and horrified to see that my dick was almost halfway hard now and it was obvious I was getting harder. 

I tried to turn away and hide my condition from him to which he said, "Don't worry, I don't mind, I think you have a nice cock." Well, I was flushed with several conflicting emotions. While I was still a bit embarrassed, I was at the same time relieved. What's more, it occurred to me that now I must respond to him. 

"Uh, thanks,", I said, "but I can't compare to what you have going on there." I was both embarrassed and thrilled to be talking so candidly to another man about our dicks. Especially as we both stood there watching each other's dicks getting hard ........ Instinctively I quickly glanced around to see if anyone else was around or approaching. It was still quiet as a tomb. 

He asked, "Would you like to touch it?" I was shocked and thrilled. For years I had secretly and desperately desired to have the opportunity to play with another cock, but even in my wildest dreams I had never thought it could be such an impressive specimen as this. I heard myself saying, "Well, I don't know ...... " He said, "C'mon into the bathroom area so we can hear anyone coming and pretend like we're both peeing if someone comes." 

We both wrapped our white towels around us, his with an obscenely huge lump in the front of his and we both padded off toward the toilets. I followed him as if in a dream. On entering the toilet area he unwrapped his towel and turned to face me as I approached. Now his dick was about half way erect and it was huge! The warmth of the locker room and the damp towel around his waist had apparently warmed his crotch because his balls were now plainly hanging and were sized to match his incredibly big cock. I was amazed. 

My hand noticeably trembled as I reached out to touch another man's cock. I was driven by my curiosity and the secret lust which had whispered to me for years. As my hand drew nearer to his dick I saw it twitch in anticipation of my caress. It wobbled and I saw a clear drop of precum ooze from the tip of his swollen cock head. 

My first inclination was to wrap my hands around his shaft and tug on it. But for some reason I was drawn to his now-hanging balls. They were enormous and quite distinguishable in their shaved skin sack. His balls looked like two eggs hanging like a school boy's marble sack. I gently placed my hand beneath his nuts and lightly hefted them, taking in their mass. They were warm and heavy. From my own experience I just knew they could and would produce a lot of cum. 

His cock swelled and rose further as I reached out with my other hand, wrapping my thumb around the underside of his dick and began to pull up toward that wide mushroom head. As I did this I instinctively fondled his large balls and squeezed them ever so gently. I milked his thick dick and was rewarded with a large blob of syrupy precum erupting from his piss hole. It sat poised on the tip of his dick for a moment and then began to cascade down the front of his thick shaft. 

Having sampled my own precum during my many homo-erotic jack-off sessions I knew this nectar was sweet and how it would be a shame to "waste" such a generous portion such as this. As I leaned forward with every intention of fulfilling my longtime desire to suck cock, I found myself wondering if his precum would taste like my own .

My first thought was to try and take that big cock head in my mouth. It would have been marvelous to just dive onto that meat pole and stuff my face with it. But I hoped (knew) there would be plenty of time for that. So instead I bent down, pulling him and that wonderful dick to my face and stuck my tongue out. I licked from just below where I knew that dribble of dick-honey was and I licked up his now completely hard pole. 

I was thrilled with the sensation of my tongue running up his warm and hard shaft. The precum was sweet and velvety, just like mine. I absolutely loved it and I knew at this moment that this would not be my last time sucking cock. 

As my mouth reached the tip of his very hard and thick cock I simultaneously fell the rest of the way to my knees, pulling his dick to a horizontal plane and closed my entire mouth over the big head of his incredibly big cock. It was exquisite! I continued to lick the under-shaft of his cock and slightly opened my mouth wider. I began to move my head forward as I jacked his fleshy pole into my mouth. I was rewarded with more sweet precum across my tongue. Now I leaned all the way into his big dick, stretching my lips around the shaft and taking its length to the very back of my throat. 

I lingered there for a moment, taking the time to gently fondle his big hanging balls and nudging his dick against the back of my throat. I felt like such a nasty little cocksucker, there on my knees in a men's locker room, in public, sucking on the the dick of a total stranger. I turned my head and eyes upward to see him looking down a me, a lewd and wanton look upon his face. he looked at me approvingly and grinned, then rolled his eyes and head backward. 

For a few moments we continued there, him standing, me kneeling, with him rocking back and forth, fucking my face and my eagerly taking as much of that magnificent cock in my throat as possible. I was surprised at how I could accept it and more if I relaxed my jaw and throat muscles. I fought the gag reflex on a couple of occasions and soon we developed a good rhythm. 

Unconsciously I had begun stroking my own dick with my left hand, my right still alternating between his hanging balls and the rest of his big thick dick which I could not manage to swallow. My own precum was now flowing copiously as I knelt there, fulfilling a longtime desire and taking to it like a duck to water. I felt both completely depraved and nasty and right at home. 

Suddenly he pulled back and away from me. I was surprised and disappointed until I realized what he was doing. He motioned me to rise and follow him. We grabbed our towels and he led me to the steam room. There was still no one else around but this warm, misty damp room did offer a bit more privacy for the continuation of our encounter. I followed him into the steam and he gently pushed me back onto the upper white tile bench. I fell back with my own swollen cock waving out before me like a flag pole. 

He looked at me and said; "You're a natural, but let me show a few of the finer points of cock sucking." And with that he cupped my balls with his left hand and began to slowly jack my dick with his right. Each time he stroked his hand to the tip of my cock he bent down and licked the tip of my cock. The feeling was incredible

He continued on like that for the next few minutes, jacking and licking my cock, meanwhile fondling my balls until I think I was harder than I had ever been. Then he took the head of my cock in his mouth, and slowly slid his mouth down along its length. I swear it felt like I was entering a pussy. He continued all the way down 'til his nose was nuzzled against my pubic hair and his lower lip was touching my hanging balls. He then began to bob up and down along the length of my cock, with no hands, sucking the length of my cock while fucking his own face.

I realized why he was using no hands when I saw him steadying himself with his left hand while stroking his incredible dick with his right. he continured to slide his mouth up and down along the length of my rock-hard cock. I had NEVER experienced a blow job like this in my life, from anyone! 

As he continued, I could tell I was going to shoot my load in very short order. I tried to concetrate and my gaze was fixed on his own stroking of that swollen hunk of meat in his hand. I was stiil in awe of its dimensions and beauty. I began to to feel my orgasm rising and muttered something to the effect. He sped his motions and began to deep throat me as he had at the outset. Just as I was sure I could not contain myself any longer he began to squeeze and tug on my balls in a manner which was just short of painful. It sent me over the edge and I began to pump massive loads of sperm directly into his throat. he sensed my cumming and immediately pulled halfway off my dick so he could actually taste my cum. I watched as his cheeks puffed, filling and subsiding as he relished the big load of cum he had worked so hard at. It was amazing as I came in at least ten ot twelve massive spurts of thick cum. 

I was lost in a fog of wanton sexuality and sheer bliss. I'm not sure at what point he released my still-hard cock from his mouth but the next thing I recall is him standing before me with his enormous dick staring me in the face ..........

Now, being lost in a fog of lust and beyond questioning my actions, I knew what to do. But I wanted to enjoy the moment. I continued sitting there while he stood before me, his massive and very hard dick inches from my face. 

I leaned forward and instead of simply taking his cock in my mouth, I began to rub my face all over it. With the heat of the room and our sexual activity his cock had begun to take on that manly scent that each man knows as his own masculine aroma. It smelled so sexual and lured me into his manhood. I rubbed his cock and balls all over my face taking time to alternatively lick it and suck on it. I teasingly pulled at his cock and jerked it into my mouth, now and then sucking on its head. I was teasing him and he knew it. 

Then he leaned forward signalling to me that it was time to produce. Infact, it was time for him to produce. I took my lead from his earlier marvelous efforts but could not manage to get anymore than half his huge dick in my throat. I tried several times to get it past my tonsils to no avail. Ultimately, I contented myself to sucking on the end of it and working the bottom half, and his balls with my right hand, as I had seen so many other cock-sucking whores (like me now) do in the porno movies I watched. 

His dick was rock hard and he assisted me by fucking into my mouth as I worked it. I also played with his swaying balls but I am sure it was not with the same skill with which he had performed. Up, down, up, down I worked his thick shaft until I thought I would give out before he did. Suddenly he began to breathe in short gasps. His body tensed and his balls pulled up into his crotch. I knew was about to cum and I wanted it all. 

I reached around and grabbed his cute tight ass with both hands and began to pull him into me. I did not have to wait long before he began to twitch and buck. He grabbed my head and began to thrust his hips forward. And then it happened ........ 

My mouth and throat were suddenly and violently filled with warm thick cum. It was as if I was throwing up, but in reverse. My initial reaction was to expell the gooey fluid from my mouth but I was so horny and wanton, wanting to swallow cum like a good little slut, that I put my mind to handling it. I bgan to swallow and suck like crazy. The texture and flavor were incredible and gratifying. I was actually doing it! I was sucking cock and swallowing cum from an absolutley massive and beautiful shaved cock! It was heavenly! 

My partner's climax subsided and he withdrew from my mouth, making me both proud of what I had achieved and sorry that it was over. And I felt like a crack addict because I knew at that moment I wanted more. I wanted to suck more cock and continue with my experimentation of this new thrilling thing I had found........................



First Time at Mardi Gras



I was spending the night at my boyfriend Joey's apartment for the first time since we began seeing each other. Our relationship had been physical for a couple of months now, but because I was living in a dorm room in college, and he shared his apartment with a bunch of other guys, we had never literally slept together before. 

I had hoped that the first time we lay in each other's arms all night would be a spontaneous and romantic event, but the fact was that we were only going to do it tonight because we were heading south in the morning for the Mardi Gras festival. Joey was going to be driving his friends and I there, and wouldn't have had time to pick me up beforehand. None of us had ever been to the carnival before, and I was really looking forward to it, even though it meant I had to skip college for the day.

We passed the evening on the sofa, eating pizza, drinking beer and watching the TV. After a while we began making out and things were getting pretty hot and heavy when Joey's roommates suddenly burst through the door. When they saw me lying there, legs akimbo, Joey's hands groping my tits through my bra, they stopped by the door and stared. 

"Hey guys," Joey said. "Ever think of knocking?"

For a moment I lay there, not moving, watching them look at me. There were three of them, Tony, Ray and Stefan, all in their early twenties, and all obviously drunk. When I had recovered from the shock, I quickly closed my legs and pulled down my skirt, hoping that they hadn't seen how wet my panties were. I sat up straight and Joey passed me my sweater. As I put it on I noticed the guys were looking at my tits, and more especially at one of my nipples, which was clearly visible as my left breast spilled slightly over the cup of my bra. Even now that I was dressed decently again I could still feel their eyes on me, causing me to blush.

"No point in being shy, Tina," Ray grinned at me. "You're gonna have to get your tits out tomorrow anyway if you wanna win some beads."

I looked at Joey, expecting him to say something, but he did nothing but give Ray a warning glance. I had noticed before that his friends made a habit of being disrespectful to women. I had told Joey that I didn't like their attitude but he never seemed able to stand up to them, even when they were making comments about me.

"He's right, Tina," said Tony, crashing on to the couch beside me. "You ain't never been down to Mardi Gras before now, have you? First time, you gotta bring back twenty beads at least. That means showing your tits twenty times, by my reckoning."

"Yep," Stefan joined in. "It being your first time and all, I'd say it'd be best if you got in some practice tonight. You don't want nobody refusing to give you no beads 'cause you ain't doing it right."

"If I wanted some beads so desperately I'd buy them myself, okay?" I said hotly, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment, as I crossed my legs and folded my arms in front of me.

"Aww, shit, Tina," Joey looked at me. "Don't be like that. They was just kidding around. You don't have to do nothing you don't want to do."

"Anyway," Ray chipped in. "It's only a bit of fun. All the girls at Mardi Gras do it."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to. Joey, can we go to bed now?"

"Sure, honey. I'll just clean up my room a little. Tony, you're okay with sleeping on the couch tonight, yeah?"

"No problem," he answered, watching my boyfriend walk into the bedroom they usually shared. "Of course, I'd rather be in there with you," he added in a whisper to me. "Especially after what I saw when I came in."

I opened my mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say, as his eyes devoured me, looking me up and down, expressing nothing but pure animal lust. I felt my breathing get heavier as I turned from his gaze, only to see Stefan and Ray's eyes fixed on me as well. I followed their eyes to my breasts, then to my legs, which were mostly bare beneath my short skirt. They had all looked at me this way at least once or twice since I had met them, but never all at the same time. For a moment I thought they were all going to jump on me at any second. There was a deep stirring in my loins, and I felt my panties moisten up once again, simply because I knew how much the three guys wanted me. None of them were my type really. They were sexist, immature, muscle-bound idiots. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop a mental image from entering my head of the three of them ripping off my clothes and taking turns fucking me.

"Okay, you ready?" Joey called from the hall.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I called back a few seconds later. 

As I stood up I felt my knees weaken and had to reach out for Tony's knee to stop myself falling. He grabbed my hand to steady me, and his touch felt like an electric shock. I pulled my hand away and headed for Joey's bedroom, forcing myself not to look back at them.

When Joey had locked the door behind me, he handed me my overnight bag, and I ran into the adjoining bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see that my face was still flushed. I splashed myself with water, cleaned my teeth and dried myself off. Then I pulled up my skirt and tentatively placed my hand between my legs. My panties were soaking wet. I pulled them off and placed them in my bag. Then I took off the rest of my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were fully erect, the hairs on my pussy glistening with moistness. I began to touch myself, softly at first, then with more firmness. Soon I was imagining Ray's hands touching me, then Tony's, then Stefan's. When my finger gently touched my clitoris I almost jumped, it was so sensitive.

"Tina. You okay?" I heard Joey's voice on the other side of the door. "You want me to come in and help you with anything?"

Before I had come here I had already told Joey not to expect sex this evening. I wasn't comfortable with the thought of doing it while his roommates were home. Now I didn't care. I was too horny to stop myself. I unlocked the bathroom door, still naked, and stood in the doorway, with my hands on my hips. 

"Wow," was all he could say for a few moments. "God, you're beautiful. I've never seen you completely naked before."

Until now, we had only made love in the back seat of his car, or standing up in alleyways. I had always been careful to keep some of my clothes on, in case anyone had come across us. I don't think I had even taken off my bra in front of him before. He had certainly seen my breasts, scooping them out of my bra, as he leaned over to suck on them, but he had never seen them like this. I am proud of them, I must admit, mostly because their size and firmness was my own doing, following a four-year diet and fitness plan I'd adhered to religiously since I was fourteen years old. I was a late developer physically and rather overweight, and boys never really gave me a second glance until I began to work on my body. A couple of years before, Joey and his friends wouldn't have noticed me at all. Now, they all lusted after me, and I can't deny it gave me a great feeling of power.

"So you like what you see?" I asked, stepping over towards him seductively.

"God, yes. You're absolutely gorgeous."

"And you'd like me to show these off to all those guys at Mardi Gras tomorrow," I cupped my breasts in my hands, flicking at the nipples lightly with my fingers.

"No. No way. It was just a joke. I don't want anyone else to see your tits. They're mine."

"No," I said, pushing him down on to the nearest bed. "They're mine."

I looked down at him as I pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. His cock was already hard as I sat astride him, my wet pussy hovering over his erection. I grabbed hold of his cock and eased myself down on it, gasping with pleasure as I felt it enter me all the way. I slowly began to rock back and forth, leaning over him, controlling the movement, as my clit rubbed against the base of his shaft.

"I thought you said you wouldn't let me do it to you tonight, with all the guys here," Joey said, as he pawed at my breasts.

"But you're not doing it to me. I'm doing it to you," I replied, but what he said reminded me that his friends were not more than twenty feet away. I raised my voice as I leant over him, resting my hands on the pillow. "Suck my tits. Go on. I know you love my big juicy tits. You love sucking them while you're fucking me, don't you? Mmmmm, that's it baby."

As he did as I commanded I began to rock my body faster against his. I could feel my pussy juice running down on to his balls as I built up a rhythm, moaning louder every second, wanting his friends to hear me, to hear what a slut I was. 

"Ooooh, baby. Yes….. I love your cock. Ooooh. I love feeling your big hard cock inside me….fucking me. Mmmm."

I could feel myself about to come, as I imagined Tony, Ray and Stefan listening to me, wanting to have me themselves, wanting to fuck me. Usually when I reach orgasm I slow down my breathing and stay silent, concentrating on the feelings inside, but now I began to moan and scream as loud as I could.

"Yes, Joey. Do it. Oooooh, yes. Come inside me….Go on…..Yes….Fuck me. Mmmm….Oh God…..I'm coming…..yes…..ohhhh…..ohhhhh….yes,baby….fuck me…..yes….ooooooohhh!"

I kept moaning loudly long after we had both come. I wanted his friends to get the full effect. I wanted them to dream about me tonight, to fantasise that they were screwing me, making me shriek in orgasm with their big hard cocks, as they pounded inside me.

"Damn, you sure were loud tonight, Tina. I hope none of the guys heard us," Joey said when I lay down beside him and snuggled up against his chest.

"Didn't you like it, then? All that noise."

"No honey. I did like it. That was the best I've ever had. You were real sexy. When you started talking about my cock I just about nearly came right there and then."

"Oh. Well, perhaps I'd better be careful what I say in future. Don't want you getting ahead of yourself."

"No, ma'am," Joey grinned at me, as he went into the bathroom.

While he was cleaning his teeth I went over to the door and listened out for the other guys. I could hear them talking, but not what they were saying. On impulse I grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it round my body, so it just about covered my breasts and my ass. Then I opened the door and peeked my head round. I had the idea that I could go to the kitchen pretending that I wanted a glass of water. On the way I would have to pass Joey's friends. I desperately wanted to find out their reaction to my vocal display. I wondered what they'd say to me, what they'd do. Maybe while I was passing I could accidentally on purpose let the sheet fall from my body, so they could see me completely naked.

All of a sudden I lost my nerve. What was I thinking? I couldn't do that. Tonight was the first time I'd ever let any man see me fully nude, and now right away I wanted to repeat the experience with all his friends. It was ridiculous. I put the sheet back on the bed, and lay down under the covers. When Joey came in from the bathroom I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want to speak to him. I wanted to think. Within a few minutes he was snoring away, while I pondered what had happened this evening. The disgusting way Joey's friends had looked at me, the way I'd deliberately let them hear me acting so slutty during sex, the fact that I had wanted them to see me naked. Before I fell asleep I had come three times from fingering myself.

When I awoke the next morning, Joey was just coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair. I instantly panicked. I couldn't face going on this trip, not with all his friends coming too. I was ashamed about last night, about what they'd think of me. I may have had a couple of beers, but that was no excuse for acting the way I did.

"Tina," Joey called out softly, kissing me on the forehead. "You awake? Come on, honey. If you want to take a shower, you'd better do it now. We got a long ride ahead of us."

"I'm not coming," I said.

"Huh? Why not? What's the matter?"

I told him how I felt, how I was embarrassed about the other guys hearing me when we made love.

"Hey, don't worry about it. They probably never even heard you. You weren't that loud really. Louder than normal maybe, but I'm sure they never heard you anyway. Come on baby. Let's go."

"I don't know. Let me think about it."

"Okay, Tina. But think about it in the shower, okay? We're really got to move it. I'm going to make sure the other guys are ready," Joey said, walking out the door.

I went into the bathroom and stood underneath the hot shower, wondering what to do. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was all in my imagination and they hadn't really heard anything. To my surprise this idea disappointed me. I really did want them to hear me fucking. I felt myself getting wet again at the thought of it. If I could just see them, I would know one way or the other, so I resolved to decide whether to go or not as soon as I could gauge their reaction.

When I had dried myself and dressed I ventured out from Joey's bedroom. All four of the guys were sitting around the TV, waiting for me.

"You all set?" asked Stefan.

I looked at him, then at Ray and Tony. They looked hungover and bored, and paid little attention to me whatsoever. I was sure now that I had exaggerated everything in my mind.

"Yep," I said. "Let's go."

I sat in the front seat beside Joey, who was driving, while his friends all piled into the backseat. To my surprise the three guys in the back were pleasant company, singing songs and telling jokes. It was a four-hour journey so I was glad it wasn't too boring. By 11am we were halfway there and the guys pulled out some beers from the cooler they had with them. At first I didn't want to join them, not being used to drinking so early, but they soon persuaded me, and after a couple of beers I was singing louder than any of them.

By the time we reached our destination I was feeling no pain at all. In fact I was pretty drunk, so much so that Joey insisted that we have something to eat before we ventured through the crowds. We crowded into a small diner and had a couple of burgers each while Tony made a fool of himself. Normally I'd have been less than impressed with his clowning around, but the festival spirit had rally taken hold in me. Well, that or the beer.

As we were eating, a young couple came into the restaurant and approached our table. The guy looked like some Hell's Angels refugee, with his long hair, beard and leather jacket. The woman he was with was in her early twenties. She was very slim and seemed to be weighed down by the huge array of beads she wore around her neck.

"Hey, guys," the bearded man greeted us. "You wanna buy some beads? Knock down prices, man. Dollar each."

"No man," replied Joey. "It's alright."

"Come on. They're selling 'em for at least three bucks a pop all the way to Bourbon Street. You wanna have something to give to the girls don't you? Me and my old lady are leaving now and we don't need the extra weight. She got thirty-five beads from flashing her tits. May as well make some use of them. What do you say?"

"Hell. I'm game," said Ray. "Why the hell else we down here anyway for? Tell you what. I'll give you 10 bucks for a dozen."

"Hey man," the bearded guy spoke to Ray. "No deals. A dollar each. Take it or leave it."

"You got thirty-five you say?" asked Tony.

"Yep. We counted earlier."

"Okay then. Stefan, Ray, give me ten dollars each. Joey don't have to pay 'cause he drove us here. I'll put in the other fifteen. If it means we're gonna see thirty-five pairs of tits then I ain't complaining none."

While the three of them pooled their money together, the girl pulled the beads from around her neck and placed them on the table in front of us and Joey began counting them. As the biker dude pocketed the money Joey suddenly caught his arm.

"Hey man. There's only thirty-four here. You owe us a dollar."

"Take it easy, man. Shona, do your stuff," he responded looking at his companion.

Suddenly the girl pulled up her T-shirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Both nipples were pierced with two heavy rings. I couldn't believe that she was exposing herself like this in a restaurant, but the guys just hollered and cheered. Stefan picked up a set of beads and put it round the girl's neck as soon as she covered herself up again.

"That's it man. You get the idea," the bearded man said to Stefan, taking the beads from around the girl's neck and putting them back on the table. "That makes thirty-five, yeah? Come on Shona. Time to go."

Joey looked like he wanted to complain, but thankfully he just watched in silence as they walked out of the diner. Throughout this bizarre transaction I hadn't say a word. I was desperately trying to stop laughing. The whole thing was so serious, and so seriously weird. Well, I guess that's what the carnival's all about.

"Shit, did you see those scrawny little tits she had," said Tony. "I ain't giving no beads to no flat-chested broad like her."

"Yeah," agreed Ray, looking at me. "Looks like thirty guys did though. Imagine how many a girl with big tits could get."

Instantly all four of them directed their gaze to my chest. I could see what they were thinking.

"Oh no. Not me. I'm not doing that for beads, money, whatever."

"Hey," said Tony. "That's up to you. Anyway, what we hanging round here for? We're missing all the action. Let's go."

We went back to where the car was parked and took out the remaining beers.

"Damn," Joey exclaimed suddenly. "We should've tried to get some dope off that guy, man. He looked like a dealer. I don't wanna get too drunk on beer. I gotta drive us all home. Shit."

"Don't worry about it," said Ray. "Maybe we can score some later on."

Joey stopped complaining and we marched through the crowd, heading for the French Quarter. It was a long way and we made slow progress, but everyone we met was having fun, dancing and whistling, and after a couple more beers I was revelling with the best of them.

I watched with glee as Stefan and Ray asked countless girls if they wanted some beads. Some of them refused flat out. The rest of them said they would take the beads, but they weren't going to flash their tits for them. The guys were so put out that I couldn't help but laugh at them. They weren't the only guys getting turned down. In the last hour I had only seen three girls consent to lift their tops. I think most of the rest had over-protective boyfriends with them. No one had even asked me at all, which may have been because Joey kept close to me, his hand on my shoulder pressing me against his chest as we walked along.

"Don't worry about it," Tony said to his friends. "Wait 'til we get to Bourbon Street. That's where all the action is."

As it turned out he was right. As soon as we turned the corner I spied a group of five girls, all perched on the shoulders of different men, all exposing their breasts. They were shrieking hysterically, and seemed to be enjoying themselves enormously. There were screams of encouragement coming from all around the balconies, where I noticed other girls peeling off their outfits too. Stefan looked like he had died and gone to heaven, and even Joey couldn't help grinning in pleasure. I didn't mind him ogling the other girls though. I was feeling pretty mellow about the whole deal, and as long as I didn't have to expose myself, I wasn't going to stop the others having some fun.

Some of the girls went much further than I would have expected. There was one on a balcony who stripped off her dress completely, leaned over, and called out at the crowd below. All the guys down below hollered up at her, encouraging her as she played with her tits. It was really obvious she was getting off on their lustful gaze, and it reminded me of last night. The way Joey's friends had looked at me. The way Joey's eyes popped out when he saw me completely naked for the first time. It had excited me so much, made me so aware of myself, of my body as a sexual object, something to be desired. I still couldn't picture myself doing those things in public, but I found that I actually enjoyed watching the other girls do it. I imagined it was me being outrageous, showing off my body, turning on the guys like they were.




First Time at Mardi Gras



We all kept drinking, dancing and hollering for a while, then Joey told us he was going to look for a toilet, and asked us to wait where we were, standing just outside a strip-joint. As soon as he was out of sight, a blond man in his thirties came over towards me and asked me to show him my tits in exchange for beads. I was sure that I'd seen him following us for a while, and that he was just waiting for my boyfriend to leave before asking me. I must admit that I found the idea that he'd been hanging around hoping to get a look at me quite a turn-on. There were plenty of other girls around. Why had he singled me out? I thought he was quite cute, so I decided to let him down gently. I was about to explain why I couldn't do it when I suddenly felt a pair of hands grab me from behind.

"Sure man." It was Tony's voice. "She hasn't got any beads at all yet."

Before I could stop him, he had pulled my halter top up to my neck. Then he moved one hand down and tried to lift up my bra. I closed both my hands around his fist, breathing heavily, excited and fearful at the same time. Then Stefan and Ray edged in on either side of me and pulled my arms away, allowing Tony to get a full grip on my bra and pull it up to expose my breasts completely. I tried to pull free from them but they were too strong for me. I looked down to see my erect nipples pointing out at the blond guy. He had a broad grin on his face as he devoured me with his eyes. I looked back at him, my feelings of shame evaporating gradually as my arousal increased.

After a few seconds the guys released me, and I slapped at them with my hands. I wasn't angry really, but I didn't want them to know how much it had excited me. The man in front of me handed me a set of beads and walked off smiling into the crowd. Within a minute or so another man who had seen what happened approached us. He asked if I wanted more beads, but the question was directed at Tony more than myself.

"Yeah," Tony said. "The more the merrier, eh Tina?" 

Again his hands went around my waist to lift up my top, and once again I tried to stop him. I looked towards Stefan and Ray, waiting for them to pull my hands away, and after a few seconds they obliged, giving Tony unhindered access to my chest. I felt his hands brush the sides of my tits as he pulled my bra up once more, exposing my naked chest to the stranger. I don't know how long we each kept still in the same position, but I do know that I eventually stopped struggling. It was then that I heard Tony's voice again.

"Give her two sets of beads and you can feel her up," he said.

I tried to say something, tried to think of a way of stopping him, but my mind was a complete blank. The guy in front of me pulled off two strings of beads from around his neck and placed them in my outstretched hand. Then he placed both hands over my breasts and squeezed them gently, making a low groaning sound as he did so.

"Mmmm, your tits sure are big and sexy."

I closed my eyes, sure that if these guys saw them open, they would be able to see how turned on I was.

"Why don't you suck them?" asked Ray.

The man didn't need asking twice. His hands released my breasts and immediately I felt a wet tongue licking gently around my nipple. Soon a mouth enveloped it, and then I felt him begin to suck, slowly at first, but then with more passion. I could feel my pussy getting wet as Tony's hand reached down and squeezed my other breast. I wondered how far they would go, whether they would lift up my skirt too, whether I would put up any resistance.

While he groped me I could feel Tony's cock pressing against my ass. It was very stiff and seemed to be very big. I instinctively pressed back against it so I could feel its hardness even closer to my pussy. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. Had I gone too far? Should I not have shown him that I was enjoying it? I opened my eyes to see Stefan pulling the guy away from my chest. My arms were free now but I made no move to cover myself up.

"Tina, pull yourself together. Joey's coming back," whispered Tony in my ear.

Instinctively, I readjusted my bra and halter, just as I saw him come into view. As soon as he was in front of me I told him to bend over so I could sit on his shoulders for a better view. The fact was that I didn't want to look him in the eye. How could I after what I had just let happen? I placed my hands on Joey's shoulders as we moved slowly down the street. I could feel his friends' eyes upon me. They must have thought that I was such a dirty little slut. I may have tried to stop them at first, but they couldn't help but notice the way I gave up resisting so easily. As I held onto Joey, my mound pressed against the back of his head and I could feel myself juicing up again. I tried to pull my legs back, while resting my arm on Joey's chest.

"Hey Tina," Joey said. "Where'd you get the beads?"

I had forgotten I was still holding onto them. He must have noticed them when I moved my hand. For a moment I didn't know what to say. I couldn't admit what really happened, but I didn't want to lie, especially as his friends might tell him about it later.

"The usual way," I said nonchalantly, as I leaned over so he could hear me.

"You mean you flashed your tits as some guy?"

"Uh-huh. Well, you know. When in Rome, and all that."

"Jesus. I thought you said…"

"Look, I'm a bit drunk okay? I just…"

"Hey, forget about it."

"You don't mind then?"

"I dunno. I guess it's okay. The other girls do it, so…why not?"

As soon as he said this I knew that I could be in for some fun. Until yesterday no man had ever seen me completely naked before, but now I was getting a taste for it. I loved the way Joey's friends' eyes lit up when they saw my tits. I wanted to see that kind of reaction again. I wouldn't let anyone suck them and grope them anymore, just maybe show them off a little. What was the harm in that?

Now that I was up on Joey's shoulders, all the guys on the balconies could see me, and it wasn't long before they began to call out to me, asking me to bare my breasts. We had stopped moving for a couple of minutes, as the crowd was so large, and directly opposite me on the balcony were a group of middle-aged men, pleading with me to pull up my top. I looked around me at Joey's friends who were still avidly watching me. At least up here it was unlikely that I would be groped.

Before I could change my mind I quickly reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Then I looked up at the men on the balcony and lifted my top up to my neck. Their response was immediate and loud. They all cheered and threw beads down at me, some of which I caught and put around my neck, the others I let fall to the ground. As we slowly made our way through the crowd I flashed my tits again to various groups of guys on the balcony. Soon I didn't need any encouragement and began doing it whether I was offered beads or not.

After a while Joey lowered me to the ground, as he was tired, and suggested we get some more drinks, our own beers having run out. An old man was selling bottles by the side of the road, which we bought and began drinking immediately. I kept thinking about what a buzz it gave me to show off my tits to complete strangers. We continued to walk on, and whenever I saw a man I liked the look of, I lifted up my top and flashed him. Joey didn't seem to mind, until one guy reached out his hands to me and tried to cop a feel. He roughly pushed him away, much to my disappointment. I wanted them to touch me. I wanted to feel their hands on me while I stared at the naked lust in their eyes. Suddenly I noticed Tony looking at me. He had seen how vexed I was that Joey had stopped the man fondling my tits. He leered at me, as if to say, I know what you want. The idea that he knew what I was feeling turned me on even more.

I watched as Tony pulled Stefan away from the rest of the group and whispered in his ear. A minute later Stefan walked over to Joey and began speaking to him. I stood there wondering what was going on, avoiding Tony's gaze as he positioned himself beside me.

"Tina," Joey called me. "Stefan knows where we can score some dope. How far is it, Stef?"

"The guy said it was about ten minutes from here. I got the address."

"Okay. Tina, you wanna go with us, or wait with Tony and Ray?"

I looked over at Tony, sure that this was part of some plan he had to get me alone.

"I'll wait here," I replied.

"Right then. We'll meet you back here in about a half hour, right? Look after her guys, okay?"

Tony and Ray both nodded, then grinned at each other as Joey gave me a quick kiss goodbye and walked off with Stefan. Tony took me by the arm and guided me to the side of the road, next to a small alleyway, as Ray followed behind.

"Best if we stay here away from the crowd, while we wait," he said, releasing my arm.

I was pretty sure it was a set-up and that they'd sent Joey off on a wild goose chase. I wondered what they planned to do with me, and whether I would try to stop them. I stood there nervously, not sure what to do. They could easily drag me into the small alley and take turns, one fucking me hard up against the wall, while the other one shielded us from the crowd. I felt my loins stir as I let my imagination run away with me.

"So Tina," Ray eventually spoke to me. "Do you want to earn some more beads?"

"So you'll give me more if I show you my tits you mean?" I asked looking at them both.

"No, why should we? There's plenty of other guys around who'll give you some. Hey guys, come over here," Tony beckoned a group of young men walking by over towards us.

There were three of them and they looked expectantly at Tony.

"You want to give some beads to this fine looking lady?" he asked them, lifting up my top and exposing my tits yet again.

This time I didn't struggle at all. I stood there brazenly defiant beneath the gaze of all these men.

"She's got a lovely pair of tits, ain't she?" he asked as he cupped them in his hands, squeezing them together.

One of the other men stepped forward and ran his fingers up and down between my cleavage, nodding at Tony. Suddenly his two friends stepped forward as well, their hands reaching out to touch me. Tony let go and moved from behind me, so he could watch the three of them fondle my tits. Suddenly I noticed one or two older men approach us. They were armed with video cameras, and silently filmed me allowing myself to be groped. I knew I should put a stop to it, but I had lost all control and when one of the guys began licking and nibbling my tits I just held his head closer.

It wasn't long before some other men noticed that something was going on, and I was soon surrounded on all sides by about a dozen guys of various ages. I was being pushed back into the alleyway, all of us moving together in slow motion. The ones behind me began to feel up my ass, tentatively at first, but then more forcefully when they realised that I was hemmed in and couldn't move. I felt my skirt being lifted up to my waist as a hand reached between my legs.

"Her panties are all wet," a voice said. "She fucking loves it."

Suddenly several more hands came at me from all sides, stroking my inner thighs, grabbing the cheeks of my ass. Conflicting thoughts ran through my mind. It felt so dirty, letting them all grope me like this in public. It felt so dirty, but so good. A finger was rubbing back and forth along my panty-clad mound, pressing against my clit. Then I felt another finger trying to slide in beneath my panties, trying to edge closer to my wet pussy. I tried to turn around to see who was doing it, but I couldn't move. I moved my hands down between my legs but had them pushed away by the other men.

The fingers continued to press further, seeking access to my pussy, and it wasn't long before I felt a finger pushed inside me. He eased it in and out, slowly at first, then with greater speed, as his thumb rubbed against my clit. My breathing became shallower as I felt myself about to come.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned involuntarily.

My words caused a sensation among the men surrounding me. I felt their hands reach for my panties. They wanted to take them off. I suddenly became very scared, fearful of what they might do next. I quickly got down on my knees, squeezing my legs tightly together to try to stop them pulling my panties down all the way. My ass was completely bare, and the man behind me now thrust his fingers deeper inside, but the others couldn't reach me.

I looked up and saw Ray and Tony at the back of the group. They were trying to pull the men away from me. I figured that they must have realised that it had all gone too far. I was down on my knees surrounded by these men, and it wasn't long before one of them unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He ran his hand up and down the erect shaft as he looked down at me. Within seconds two more men had their cocks out and were masturbating in front of me.

I opened my mouth to shout at Tony to stop them, but as soon as I did so the man in front of me shoved his hard cock down my throat. I immediately gagged and tried to pull back, but the man behind me held me in place as he groped my ass and played with my pussy. For a moment I panicked, not being able to breathe, then I realised that the only way out was to make him finish as soon as possible. I closed my lips around his shaft and began to suck, my tongue licking the underside of his cock as he thrust away in my mouth.

"That's it baby," he said. "You love sucking cock, don't you?"

I looked up to see him grinning at me as the two men either side of him jerked off, their erections pointing at my face. As my pussy was being fingered from behind I felt a thumb rubbing against my clit. I could see Ray and Tony edging closer towards me, making their way through the group. As soon as they reached the three men in front of me I expected them to drag them away, but instead they stopped and stared at me with lust in their eyes. It dawned on me what a horny sight it must have been for them, watching me half naked on my knees in an alleyway, sucking on a stranger's cock. I began to picture what it must have looked like, and the idea turned me on so much I pressed down on the hand playing with my pussy, encouraging his fingers to rub harder against my clit.

It wasn't long before I felt the head of the cock I was sucking expand in my mouth and the first spurt of his come hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull away, but he held my head in his hands forcing me to swallow as much of it as I could, leaving the rest to dribble down my lips onto my tits. At the sight of this, the two men fisting themselves came as well, their juices splashing against my face and hair. It made me feel so dirty and so slutty as I felt the fingers at my pussy make me come. I looked up to see the old men with their video cameras pointing at me, as I began to moan in orgasm, licking the come stains from around my lips, acting like a cheap porn star while I imagined them jerking off when they viewed the scene later.

Suddenly I heard a commotion at the back of the group, and a voice yelled out, "Hey, there's a cop coming." The man behind me quickly pulled his hand away from my pussy and the others put their cocks back in their jeans and quickly walked out of the alley, leaving me alone with Tony and Ray. They looked at me kneeling there, covered in jism, my panties halfway down my thighs and my halter up around my neck. 

"Thanks for your help guys," I said sarcastically.

"We were going to stop them, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself," Ray said with a leer.

I stood up and adjusted my clothing, pulling my panties back up just as the cop approached us.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied nervously. "Yes, I'm fine."

He looked me up and down, focussing on the come stains in my hair and on my face.

"That's a funny way to apply hair gel," he said and then he smirked and walked away. 

As I watched him walk back down the alley I saw Joey and Stefan heading towards us.

"Oh my God. What's Joey going to say when he sees me like this?" I asked Tony.

Tony looked blankly at me, then at Ray, as we stood there waiting in the alley for my boyfriend to reach us.

To be continued...



First Time at Sea



[This is a historical and somewhat fictional story. The basic story was told to me over several days by an old man I met in England through his son. I met the son, Nigel, on a scuba diving trip in the Mediterranean. We became close friends, and I accepted an invitation to visit him in England. The story involves sex between men. So the usual disclaimers and copyright apply. The beginning of the story is that of the old man, John, told by him in the first person as he told it to me. Quote marks are avoided in the main since his tale is a rather long monologue.] 

*

Enjoying some gin at the local pub while Nigel was out buying a pig for us to roast that evening, John loosened up and started talking as I ordered him another gin and a third pint for me:

Well Robert I know you and Nigel have become more than just friends. He never invites anyone to visit with him unless they are special to him, like you, and he certainly never brings them to visit with me. You must be particularly special to him since he has brought you from his home in Falmouth to visit me here in Southhampton. (Closted at the time, I was glad the barmaid brought his gin and my pint to our table just at that moment. I hoped this might distract him from a line of conversation that was making me uncomfortable already. However he continued although apparently noticing my discomfort.)

Oh don't be a silly twit. You young men are just doing what comes natural. Nigel takes after his old man in more ways than our love for the sea. He enjoys the company of a man like you just as much as I did in my younger days. (I took a deep swallow of my beer as he sipped his gin - neat, no ice, vermouth or mix - and continued.)

Nigel has told me that you are a writer as well as a boater, scuba diver and explorer of antiquities. At my advanced age, I want to tell you my story. I have never told anyone else the full story, not even Nigel, and I swear you to secrecy with him right now. Perhaps you shall write about it. It should be told as it is a real survival miracle. (He clinked his glass of gin against my pint, and I nodded. He apparently took that as sealing the secrecy deal and perhaps even this writing.)

My father was a seaman from right here in Southhampton. He joined the merchant marine during WWI, and I was born in 1919 from his coupling with my mother, a Frenchwoman, whom he never married. I lived with him and saw many mates, most of them sailors like him, coming to share his bed as I grew to adulthood. Following in his footsteps I joined the merchant marine in 1940 at age 21 during WWII. I had worked on the docks and knew my way around ships, and the men who crewed them. 

While in training with the merchant marine one of the older instructors took a fancy to me. I was a handsome, strapping young man, muscular, well-tanned, long hair and given to the pints, rum and gin. He invited me and I thought several of my mates to join him at the pub after the last class one Saturday. We had Sunday off from training.

When I arrived I was the only sea cadet with him. I asked him about the others. His answer was rather vague, but we proceeded to have a good old time quaffing down the drinks and sporting with the bar wench, him pinching her butt and even copping a feel of her ample breasts lifted up and showing much flesh at the top of her open blouse. 

In no time I was more than a bit tipsy, practically pissed, and showing a hard crank in my sailor work pants. He took the conversation to the joys of boffing that wench, further exciting me. Then to my surprise he reached under our table and grasped my excited tool. In my beer, rum and gin-inspired state I opened my legs to give him more room. He moved his hand up and down on my hard, pulsing, soon leaking willy.

I wanted the wench, any wench, for that matter any warm, wet hole to relieve my balls so full of cum. I realized I was way past too drunk to make a play for the wench. I told him I had to go now, back to the barracks, intending to snag one of the street whores or go to one of the several houses where they catered to horny sailors like me. Matching words to action I stood up from my chair. More pissed than I knew, I reeled backwards, knocking over the chair and falling onto my arse on the floor. 

My instructor, superior, leader, all blurry in my eyes now, was standing over me, bending down and helping me to my feet. The bartender was there with him, helping me stand unsteadily. You're too drunk to go back to the barracks, my instructor told me. My flat is right here above the bar. Come, let's go put you to bed there, let you sleep it off for the night. 

Oh, I remember grinning at him sillily and protesting no. He and the barkeep were not taking no for an answer. The two of them guided me to the back of the pub, up the stairs and into my instructor's flat. They undressed me completely and laid me naked on the sofa in the living room. The bartender left saying something about being back later with more of the gents.

I lolled on the couch my head swimming while the instructor covered me with a quilt against the wet chill of our typical, merry old England without sufficient heat in his little, upstairs apartment. The instructor walked away and left me alone. I heard water splashing as he washed himself, then me with a rather rough cloth on my bollocks, bum and still hard dick. Then everything went black. 

I was asleep, I was sure, dreaming. Such a pleasant dream. The bar wench had my cock in her mouth. She was sucking it, bobbing her head up and down, drawing tightly on it with her lips. I stirred a bit, pushing my lower body up and down, sliding my rod in and out of her mouth. I felt her hands on my bollocks and her finger going in my back hole, her mouth still sucking on me. Her hands were so rough, calloused, finger so thick, suctioning mouth surrounded by a moustache and beard. 

Despite those realizations in my stupor I was so close to spunking, I let it go. She swallowed, swallowed and swallowed. I was awakening even more by then and knew she had not swallowed all of my jism. I rolled onto my side, my face against the back of the sofa, then onto my stomach, my wet cock between me and the texture of the couch. I felt the wench leave, her covering me now face down with the quilt. I dozed off again.

Then she was back, the sofa sinking under her weight. She laid on top of me. Lor' she's so heavy, I thought, and hairy too. She swept my long hair to the side and kissed me on the back of my neck, on my shoulders, back. She twisted my head around and kissed my mouth, feeding some of my own cum that she had saved into my mouth for me to taste, feel and smell. She moved down, kissing down my spine, lifted me by my hips, kissed, licked and tongued my crack. She lifted my buttocks and spread my cheeks wider tonguing in my bung. I got hard again instantly and raised up holding my butt flesh open for her to tongue my hole. 

She tongued it for awhile, then I felt a cold, slick, gelatinous mess smeared in my cleft and pushed with her fingers, yes fingers this time, up my hole. I turned my head to the right and saw a can of lard sitting on the floor. Her hairy, calloused, big hand dipped into the white cooking substance. I heard it squishing on what I did not know. Then a real thick lubed finger was presented to my lubed anal lense. It breached my sphincter and surged right up into me, her pubic hairs pressing into my crack. 

"Aaaah, ooooh," I squealed. 

"Yeah, baby, yell," a deep voice resounded into my ear, teeth bit down on my earlobe. A strong hand held me down. 

"Oooooh," I yelled, coming fully awake. It was not her. It had never been. It was my instructor driving his long, thick, lubed cock in my rectum.

"Yes, cadet, take it. Take my big cock," my instructor said loudly into my ear. "I'm fucking you in your virgin bum. I'm gonna make you my manpussy."

I was feeling so good as his hard rod slid back and forth, in and out of me, only the fat knob clamped by my ovaled hole as he pulled back and stroked hard back into me burying it to my depths. I started moving with him, raising and lowering my bum, fucking back and forth on his cock as he pummeled my man twat. His fat knob rode over my prostate, milking a steady stream of clear juice out the slit of my again hard cock. He reached around with that big, hairy, calloused hand and stroked me as he fucked me.

Soon I was cumming all over the sofa. My anal muscles flexed on his big tool as he pounded into me. I felt a touch on the back of my head and raised up to look. The bartender stood at the end of the sofa. He guided his cock to my mouth and pushed it past my lips over my tongue, to the back of my throat. Now being dicked fore and aft and still wanked I shot another load. My instructor filled my ass with his cum, his cock throbbing, lurching up and down inside my mancunt. Remember this was 1940, long before HIV/AIDs, but well within gonorrhea, syphillis, other diseases. I was worried some, but feeling so good. I wanted more cock, and more I was to get. Much more than I expected on this first manfucking. 

My instructor got off me, pulling his cock out of my hole with a juicy slurp. "Get him, Len," he said to the bartender. Get back here and fuck his pussy. I've busted his cherry. He's ready for all of us now."

Len, the barkeep, mounted and fucked me. He drove his cock right into my sloppy, cum-filled, splayed open hole. Another cock was presented to my mouth. I took it in and sucked it. This went on until the roosters were crowing, the sun rising. I have no idea how many loads I took in my mouth, how many up my no longer virgin ass. Aching, in my jaws, bum and head throbbing with a hangover I was finally let alone, covered with the quilt again. I slept the sleep of the dead.

When I awoke Sunday afternoon, my instructor was right there with a cup of coffee braced with brandy. I sipped it as he told me, I was his now for the rest of the training period. I was not only his. I was also the bartender's and male fuck whore for other men, anyone the barkeep and my instructor wanted to use me. I did not object. I enjoyed all the hot sex. 

At the end of the training I was turned over by my instructor to a boilers mate on the ship, a freighter it was, to which I was assigned. We shipped out carrying a load of war materials from England to North Africa, the Middle East, positioning supplies for the British forces. I was so far down the chain of command I was not exactly sure where we were going. I knew only that we were headed into the Mediterranean Sea.

[At that point Nigel returned from the pig buy. The pig would be delivered to John's house in a few hours, and we would cook it. John, not near as drunk as I thought he might be stopped telling his story when Nigel arrived at the pub. John, Nigel and I had a few more rounds of drinks. We walked to John's house, roasted the pig, prepared some accompaniments for the pork, enjoyed a delicious meal, finished it off with coffee and brandy, and went to bed - John in his room, Nigel in the spare room, and me on the sofa in the living room. As I lay there trying to go to sleep thinking about John's story so far, especially since I was on the couch covered by a quilt, Nigel came to me. He kissed me on the lips, took me by the hand and led me naked, him the same, into his room, onto his bed, and we sucked and fucked for half the night. John started his story the next day where he had left off the afternoon before. Nigel was out this morning checking on a sailboat he was thinking about buying.]

First Time At Sea - 2

[John, Nigel's father, has told me about his rather rough introduction to man-man sex while a cadet in training for the British merchant marine fleet as a sailor. He told me the beginning of his story while we drank in a pub as Nigel was off buying a pig for us to roast as dinner. Now John wanted his story told. He was sharing it with me because he knew Nigel and I were enjoying man-man sex together, and I was a writer, boater, scuba diver and explorer of antiquities. I had met Nigel on a scuba diving trip in the Mediterranean. He and I had become special friends. I had joined him at his invitation at his home in Falmouth, and gone to visit his father in Southhampton, England. Again, not a superfluous use of quotes since John tells his story in the first person. He picked up right where he had left off the day before. After cadet training for the merchant marine fleet where he had been introduced to man-man sex by one of his instructors and shared with the local pub keeper and many of their friends, John was turned over by the instructor to a boilers mate on a freighter. The freighter was carrying a load of war materials from England to North Africa, the Middle East through the Mediterranean Sea, positioning supplies for the British forces early in WWII. John was finally at sea as a merchant marine and being tended to by the boilers mate, a man much senior to him in both rank and age.]

Robert, John started right after a delicious and large English breakfast and Nigel's departure to check on a sailboat he was thinking of buying, I am going to continue my story. I know you are interested. I don't sleep much anymore at my age. I was awakened by you and Nigel in his bed last night. I got so excited listening to the two of you, my old cock even got hard. I tiptoed to the doorway of Nigel's room and watched you through the door. It was so delicious watching you two 69 and fuck each other. I pulled my pud, wanked it, you know, and shot off just a little bit. No longer like the big loads I used to shoot. Just a bit of dribble.

So, we had shipped out carrying war materials from England to North Africa, the Middle East, positioning supplies for the British forces. I was not exactly sure where we were going. I knew only that we were headed into the Mediterranean Sea, me in the care of Henry, one of the ship's boiler mates, to whom my instructor had turned me over after he, the pubkeeper and their buds had introduced me to their ways of sex. Henry and I coupled night and day, on shore and aboard ship as we prepared to depart and once we got under way. 

He sucked me and fucked me, had me suck him, really treated me as his wife, at least his personal property. He did not share me with others on board although it was clear many of them wanted me. We bunked on the same deck, Henry above me in his bunk, and for that matter, on top of me in my bunk or his. Clearly the other men knew what we were doing. Using me still night and day, depending on our engine room watch schedules, he made sure I was never available to any of the other horny sailors. He arranged our schedules so we were always together, even at mess - meals in the galley, and certainly at "rest" times. Our rest times were seldom rest. His pud was always erect for me as was mine for him and my bum for his use.

To get to the meat of the story, so to speak, we were approaching the Strait of Gibraltar. That was to be a port of call for us, a break from sailing, at sea. Henry and I were on duty in the engine room, but we had been granted a 15-minute break. He took me straightway to a secluded compartment. He dropped his pants wearing no unders. His big throbber sprung up right in my face as he pushed me by my shoulders to kneel in front of him. I kissed, licked and sucked his knob, fondling his hairy, sweaty ball sack as I nursed on his cock, then kissed, licked, mouthed his nuts until he was drooling a steady stream of his clear, slick juice. Much as you and Nigel did last night, he smiled. 

Then he turned me around, peeled down my pants and underwear, and bent me over an auxiliary water pump. My pecker, a mere minature of his, was up hard, jutting out from my hairy pubes. He reached to the deck, picked up a can of grease and swabbed it over his raging erection. "Open if for me, John," he said. Leaning my chest on the warm water pump I reached back and spread by bum cheeks with both hands. Henry swiped the remnants of the black grease in my crack and pushed it up into my hole with his big middle finger first, then his middle and ring finger, followed by his index finger. With three fingers in me he opened me, always a gentle lover, sure to prepare me well for his massive meat. 

His fingers squelched out of me, and he brought his cock helmet to my hole. Uncut, he peeled back the excess skin uncovering his mushroom crown. He pushed, flexed his hips, drove his staff right into my bum, all the way, until I felt his wiry pubes in my crack, his cock way up in me. Both of us eager, horned up, knowing our 15 minutes were ticking away, I rocked forward and back onto his shaft. He pushed thrusting into me hard, sliding his big thick meat in and out, both of us breathing hard and sweating in the heat of the compartment. 

Despite our slick bodies, he lifted me off the deck with his superior strength. Clutching me my back against his hairy chest he ravaged my asshole mounted on his rod. 

Now, Robert, this is where it gets interesting. 

He was lifting me up and sliding me down on his dick, working it in my stretched hole, my feet clear of the deck, my body mounted on his. 

BOOM!

His long thick cock slammed up into me, deeper than it had ever gone before. Daft, I squealed in ecstasy never penetrated so deep or forcefully before. Bolts of cum shot out of my throbbing, jumping cock. I turned my head to kiss him, but he fell back, away from me. His grip loosened on me and I fell to the deck his cock still in me spurting his cum deep into my bowels. His hard prod shooting cum plopped out of my hole as he fell further backwards. 

Standing on the deck I felt it shudder. I heard a rush of water. I looked around, then turned around to look at Henry. He was writhing on the deck screaming. The big bones on both of his upper legs were protruding through the skin. His kneecaps were exposed peeled of their flesh. The smaller bones in the lower part of his legs were sticking through the skin also, akimbo, in different directions. 

Seawater surged onto us. I jumped up onto the water pump and reached above me for some of the piping lifting myself up above the rising water. Steaming hot water apparently from the boiler room washed over Henry. I watched, aghast, as his skin reddened and bubbled in great blisters. He was being cooked alive. 

I reached down and grabbed him by the wrists. His flesh slid off into my hands. I grabbed at him again, this time grasping the bones of his forearms. 

The compartment tilted sideways. The ship was rolling onto its side. I looked over Henry back toward the engine room, still holding him tight in my grasp. The engine room and its accompanying boilers were a hell. Men, naked, in tatters of their sailor work clothes were floating and sinking back into the oily mess of the frothing, steamy hot water. Tongues lolled out of some mouths. Eyes bulged. Some empty vacant holes, no eyeballs at all, mouths gaped. They were dead. Broken by the blast, cooked in the oil of the engines and the steam of the boilers.

A great cloud of steam rolled toward Henry and me. I reeled, almost passed out. The heat was becoming unbearable. I felt the skin on my face burning.

I turned away, looking forward. The ship lurched, shook again and rolled further, now upside down, the deck above us, the overhead below us. A great bubble of air, then water blew Henry and me, still holding his wrists, further forward rapidly, and through a ragged hole in the steel side, or was it the top or bottom of the ship.

Henry and I rose to the surface of the sea. I looked down, watched the ship sink away from us, descending into the depths. A life vest rode on the waves washing over us. Still holding Henry now by one wrist, I grappled the vest around my shoulders. We floated just a bit higher in the water. Then I saw a lifeboat upright, floating a few yards away. I swam us to it, tied Henry by the exposed bones of one wrist to a dangling rope, clambered into the boat and hoisted Henry into it. Then I collapsed onto the wooden deck and faded into oblivion.




First Time at Sea



I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I awoke to birds nipping and ripping at our skin, mine and Henry's. Henry's eyes were gone. The birds had eaten them. He was obviously dead. I breathed a prayer and slid him over the side of the lifeboat into the detritus of the wreck, the oil slick, floating empty lifevests, some other lifeboats, papers, books, all kinds of debris.

I collapsed again back into the bottom of the lifeboat. I felt slick cum leaking from my asshole, and was startled by the realization that Henry with his cock up me cumming just as the explosion hit us, either a mine of torpedo from a German submarine, Henry holding me up as his legs took all he shock of the exploding deck had saved my life. Cock up my ass had saved my life. Henry's big cock up my ass had saved my life, and I had just delivered him to his watery grave.

I slipped into unconsciousness again and was awakened by a light sweeping over me in the dark of the night sea, guttural voices shouting. "Mein herr, here is a live one," a German sailor hovering over me, shining a torch in my eyes, peering down at me in the lifeboat from his adjoining longboat shouted in a mixture of his native language and heavy Germanic-tinged English. 

I was saved, Robert, the only survivor of the merchant ship, taken aboard a German U-boat, treated by the German doctor on board, and after several weeks on the surface and under the sea, delivered to a German port. From there I was taken overland to a Stalag, German prison, and kept there until liberated by some of you Americans in 1945.

[Old John, Nigel's father, a veteran of WWII, only survivor of a British merchant marine vessel sunk by a German U-boat at the approach to the Strait of Gibraltar in 1940 is taken into a German prison. Liberated in 1945 by American soldiers he is now telling his story to his son's special friend, Robert, an American sailor, scuba diver, explorer of antiquities, and professional writer. This is the first time John has told his story. The story was interrupted by Nigel coming home after looking at a sailboat he was thinking of buying. Nigel and Robert spent another lustful night together. Then Robert returns to look again at the sailboat before making his final decision. John continues his story in the first person, thus few quote marks are used, after Nigel leaves his father's house for the afternoon. At tea time, John, primed again by some gin with his tea and scones, hoping Robert may write his story picks up again where he left off before.] 

First Time At Sea - 3

[After his fantastic survival story, John lifted off the deck by his onboard lover, a boilers mate with his cock up John's ass. Due to his lover taking all the shock of the torpedo sinking the merchant marine ship, John survives, is taken prisoner by the Germans and transported to a German Stalag - prison. John's son, Nigel, Robert's lover is away again looking at a sailboat he is considering for purchase. So John continues his story to Robert in the first person. Thus few quote marks are used.] 

At my intake into the Stalag a German doctor examined me. He spoke perfect English with only a bit of German accent. Why not? He had been educated at your John Hopkins University in Baltimore, Marlyand. He found I had a barrelled, reamed anus due to so much fucking by so many big cocks. He questioned me about it, and did not believe my protestations. So he fucked me. He explained that he was lonely and horny away during the war from his lovely blonde wife and their children. He even showed me pictures of them. 

While he was fucking me his nurse, a male sergeant intruded into the examining room. I was laid back on an examining table, my feet in the stirrups, bum hanging over the end of the table, like a woman getting a pelvic exam, only it was my manpussy no longer being examined but longdicked by the German doctor. Smirking, the nurse apologized to the doctor for his intrusion.

The nurse wasted no time though passing the word to others in the camp. I was given special treatment in the prison hospital while I recovered from my rather superficial wounds but the strong trauma of being the only survivor on board our merchant marine ship. 

The nurse fucked me next, one night in my hospital bed while he was on duty looking after me. Then there was a conga line of the few other male nurses, and many guards who needed some pussy, my manpussy since they were away from their wives, girlfriends, or special men friends during the war. The doctor who had discoverd my "secret" had me suck him, and he fucked me daily, nightly. The nurse led groups of Germans to me on some nights or days to get off in my mouth or bum. 

Finally they released me into the general prison population of fellow Brits, Frenchmen, Poles, other East Europeans, Russians, and your American mates. The Germans seemed to take special delight early on in having me fuck, be sucked, or even suck and be fucked by the Jews in the prison. Then the Jews started to disappear, taken on trains from the Stalag. None of us knew what was happening to the Jews at that time. When they wanted me the Germans came and took me from the barracks, usually to the hospital, sometimes to one of their barracks and fucked me for days and nights. Eventually I was even being taken to the Commandant's private home for him to fuck me, or for me to be the entertainment at parties that he hosted for visiting dignitaries.

I had learned quite a bit of German as the years passed. I heard one night a heated argument between the commandant and the doctor on one side and a Waffen SS visitor on the other, the SS officer urging even after he had me suck his cock and fucked me that I should be "transported." He mentioned Dachau, Treblinka, Auschwitz and Birkenau as possible destinations. He argued that the camp doctors could study me, the psychologists examine me, at some point even an autopsy be done on my brain to see why I so liked cock. Short of the autopsy he said the doctors could change me into a woman in experimental surgery.

Fortunately in a big way but unfortunately in other ways the commandant and the doctor prevailed by promising the SS officer he could come to the Stalag anytime he wanted for my services, even bring his friends, or take me out of the camp for their pleasure to parties at their retreats. I was in fear for my life every time I was taken out of the camp. The SS were so cruel. They not only used my mouth and bum for their pleasures, they also treated me to S&M and BD activities. Finally the doctor and commandant no longer allowed me to be taken out of the camp after the SS officer returned me one time so abused it took me days to recover even with medical attention from the doctor. I had learned by then though to enjoy some of the torture to which the SS submitted me at their parties.

In the Stalag it was near non-stop submission for me to the cocks of my fellow Brits, Frenchmen, Poles, other East Europeans, Russians, and your American mates. I did not mind so much pleasing the other prisoners. It did bother me some though when they ganged me all night, then the Germans came for me in the morning to use me all day. 

By the time I was liberated in 1945 I was a hopeless slag for cock. My bum had gotten so used, worn, slack. At times the doctor medicated it to tighten it. He even performed minor surgery on me a few times to restore it to something more akin to an asshole than to a gaping cunt.

After I was liberated I was transferred from hospital to hospital until I arrived back in England. At a hospital in East Anglia my first stop in the homeland, as I healed mentally, physically and gained some weight and ability to get an erection without a cock up my bum, a nurse took a shine to me. A buxom wench, she sneaked to my bed one night, knelt beside me, stroked me to hardness and sucked me off in her mouth. The next night she was back again. She started the same way, then climbed into the bed with me. She lifted her white, stiff starched nurse dress and sat on my stiffie. Shushing my moans and groans of pleasure, she rode up and down on me until I came in her hairy twat. 

I thought her being an experienced nurse and all that we were safe, but that brought Nigel. It turned out she was a married woman. She stayed at the hospital until he was born, delivered him to me as an infant for me to raise, and returned all innocent to her husband.

So that is my story, Robert, and here comes Nigel up the path again. You fellows have fun tonight as you are wont to do. Remember to keep my secret safe. Do not tell Nigel, and if you write my story use fake names.

First Time At Sea - 4

That night as Nigel and I - Robert - were resting from a glorious 69 to completion, then one after the other bumfucking each other, he was twiddling with my nipples, fondling my balls and stroking gently my tender cock.

"You and pop have been talking a lot," he began. "Then when I come home or meet you in the pub you fall suddenly quieter. Has he been telling you his story?" Nigel asked. 

Again I was as shocked by Nigel's comments and query as I had been by his father when John started his storytelling to me at the pub. I laid there silent trying to frame an acceptable answer. Even reached over and felt Nigel's soft, wet, big cock hoping to take his mind away from that line of talk.

"Oh come on," Nigel said, "don't be such a putz. I know daddy's story. When I first realized my preference for men I did some investigation. It was not difficult to ferret him out. His story, at least the bare outlines of it are available in the merchant marine records, even more in the German files from the Stalag. I even traced him back home to the nurse, my mother."

"Oh," I managed to squeak as he smeared the glob of pre-cum now oozing from my cockhead down over my shaft.

I milked his pre-cum up and coated his hard pole with his slick juice. 

"Let's go fuck him," Nigel said. "Give the old boy a thrill. We may be the last dicks he ever has in his sweet, horny bum."

"Are you sure Nigel?" I asked. "Think he will like that?"

"I know he'll like it," Nigel answered. "He'll love it. He's been sneaking by and watching us through the door every night. He must be so horny by now even his old withered cock is boned. Come on, let's go," Nigel urged. He jumped out of the bed his hard cock sticking straight out eager to plow his father's bum. 

I knew he was going to fuck his dad whether I joined him or not. I got out of the bed on the opposite side, stood, my cock bobbing in front of me, dripping pre-cum, and followed Nigel to his father's bedroom door. The door was ajar. Nigel eased it open. We peered in the room illuminated by the embers in the fireplace.

John was on his knees, his chest on the mattress. He turned his head, looked down his body back at us, gave his already hard, senior cock a stroke, and said, "Come on in chaps. Give an old man a good bum riding." He grinned at us. "I've been looking forward to this for so long, Nigel. Now you have a friend who knows my story too. Come, take me, enjoy my pleasures. Let me give you the pleasure I love so much."

There was no end to the surprises from this father and son. They knew much more about each other than I imagined, and I suppose than the other realized until this night.

Nigel and I padded barefoot, naked across the floor, got into the bed with John. Nigel went for his bum. I crawled up by the headboard, knelt at John's head my erection bobbing at his face. John gasped as Nigel entered his back hole. John's open mouth closed over my cockhead. John used his talented mouth and bum on me and Nigel, then on Nigel and me in order. He lay on his back playing with his cock, smiling at us as Nigel and I put on a little show for him 69ing, rimming, fingering and bumfucking through the rest of the night until we were exhausted. We slept together in a three-way pile until midday. 

John, Nigel and I shared many fun times together after that first night. In just over a year John passed. Nigel and I sent him on his way with dignity. We are still close friends - Nigel and I - and now John's story is told publicly.

[Let me know what you think. Feedback is appreciated, preferably no flames, harsh criticism, cranky hangups if you are reading or have read the stories. They are part truth, part fantasy. You decide which and where, what parts.] 



First Time - At the ABS



Ever since that first time, the time I tasted my first cock, I had thought about doing it again. How would I do it without jeopardizing a friendship or worrying about what other people would think of me? After all, I wasn't really gay or anything; I just really liked the way it made me feel to suck cock. What a weird paradox!

I had driven by an ABS - Cupids - on my way home from college often. I've entered the parking lot, but never had the courage to get out of my car. I had heard about the things that went on there in an anthropology class. Imagine that - an anthropologist actually studied the people who visited adult book stores in an attempt to learn about the subculture. Working up the balls to actually enter was the hardest part for me. What if I ran in to someone I knew? What if someone found out?

Once I worked up the nerve - after being out drinking one night - I decided it was the time for me to pay my first visit.

I went into the store feeling a bit conspicuous. Everyone in there knew what I was there for that night. I walked around the store and pretended to be interested in the DVDs on the shelves. Eventually, I came to the swinging double-doors which led to the booths area. I went in, sat on a stool, and played a game on one of their video machines.

I noticed that there were about eight other guys in the long dark hallway. Most of them were leaning against the walls while a few others were going in and out of booths in an odd version of musical chairs. For the most part, they were older guys. I was probably only 21 or 22 at the time - most of them could be my father. Some of them seemed very shady to say the least. How could I possibly go down on one of these guys!

I could hear the sounds of sex - but was it just from the movies? Then I saw a guy walk out of a booth; in a few seconds, a second guy emerged. It must really be true! It does happen here...

A guy walked in to a booth adjacent to where I was sitting. He was in there for a little and I noticed him look out at me a few times grabbing at his crotch through his jeans. After a few more minutes, I noticed that he had his pants down and he was waving his cock at me. I took a deep breath as I walked closer. He motioned for me to enter the booth. The guy was probably in his fifties and not very 'sexy' at all. I decided I would do it anyway.

Once I entered we were very close to one another as there wasn't a whole lot of room. I could feel his breath on my neck as I reached out and touched his dick. I began to stroke it. There were no doors on the booths. I dropped to my knees regardless and I began to suck on his hard cock. Something came over me at that moment as I stopped caring about what people thought. I noticed a few guys stop outside and peer in at me as I engulfed his dick. I almost liked the thought of those guys watching me suck it.

I could feel his dick as it grew larger in my mouth. I sucked vigorously, but he abruptly pulled up his pants and walked out leaving me alone in the booth.

Another guy came in before I could stand up. This guy was younger. He was tall and fairly muscular, visually unappealing, and probably in his thirties. He pulled out his cock which was bigger than I had ever seen and already hard as a rock. He grabbed me by the back of my head and began to angrily fuck my face. He was large and at times I choked as he stuffed his cock deep in to my throat. He was so rough with me that I began to think it wouldn't end well. At times I couldn't breath, I thought I was going to pass out, but he kept fucking my face now grabbing me by my ears. He pulled out of my mouth and unleashed a ton of hot cum which seemingly covered my face. It was thick cum and burned in my eyes. He pushed me aside and left me sitting on the cold and dirty floor.

After cleaning off my face, I walked out of the booth and sat back down at the video game and thought about what just happened. I was contemplating leaving, but I needed a few minutes to regroup. I heard another guy as he was whispering to me - begging me - to come in his booth. I ignored him at first, but then I went in. This guy was sitting on a bench and had his pants around his ankles. His cock was peeking out from the elastic band of his boxer shorts. I had never thought of sucking off a black guy, but I didn't really care. He had a closely shaven head and a light brown face that I could barely see in the dark. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. I stroked it as he sit there moaning. Then I put my mouth on it.

His chocolate cock was smooth and glided in and out of my mouth gently. It felt so good and I was rock-hard myself. He rubbed my head with his hand as I continued to suck and play with his big black balls. I could taste the sweetness of his cum as I sucked on his shaft; the more I sucked, the more I wanted to make him cum. He smelled so good to me! His soft moans and gentle touch made me feel at ease as I took it as deep as possible. I could feel him squirm as I pleased him and I started to leak from my own dick. I could feel my cum slowly drain as I knelt there, between his open legs, on the floor.

As I sucked his cock I was lost in a wonderful world of pure pleasure. As my tongue flickered around the tip of his cock I felt as if I had all of the control. I felt like his body was mine to please. As he became more ridged, I could feel the veins expand in my mouth. I could feel the gentle throb of his balls and shaft. Right when it felt like he was on the verge of cumming I would back off just to work him up again.

I was playing a game with his body and I truly loved it. He was at my will and it made me feel so good to be able to bring him up and take him back down. Then I became more intense as I decided it was the right time. I sucked him hard for what seemed like an eternity as he gyrated and moved in delight. As the cum began to pour from his swollen dick, I could taste the sweet, yet salty, fluid on my tongue. As I sucked, there was more and more - it kept coming!. I could feel my mouth fill with his juice and I swallowed in time for yet a little more. I put my head back and opened my mouth to let him see his cum in my mouth and on my tongue. He stuck his finger in to my mouth. I sat there for a bit with his cum in my mouth and relished the fact that it was mine to enjoy. I swallowed.

I got up and decided it was time to go. With the remnants of one thick load on my face, and another in my stomach, I walked past the clerk knowing full well that he knew that I had accomplished my goal. I was filled with cum, and with a smile on my face, I walked to my car. As I drove home - it must have been nearly 2AM - I knew that I was addicted to the feeling, the taste, and I had a desire to make that happen again.

But when?



First Time at the Beach



I went to the beach the other day. I went by myself, just to lay out a little. I wore my brown bikini with the flowers on it. I went to South beach and it was kind of empty because it was a weekday. But I did notice this REALLY attractive woman lying out near me. She had brownish blonde hair, and a GREAT body. I really couldn't help but notice her. I noticed that she was noticing me too. 

She was wearing a black bikini that was VERY revealing on top. I really like the way she looked. I can even say that I was getting wet looking at her. When I couldn't take the sun anymore I decided to go for a swim. I got into the cool water and swam way out. I couldn't help but think about the woman on the beach so I started to touch myself right there in the water. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't help myself. I was so horny and hot. As I stood out there rubbing my clit under my bathing suit with one hand and untying my bikini top with the other, I opened my eyes and noticed that the woman was reclining on her elbows watching me. I know she couldn't see what I was doing that far away, so I continued. When I got the back untied my bathing suit top was floating over my tits and I started to rub them with intensity as I felt my body start to tingle. I kept rubbing as I came hard, right there in the water. 

I knew she was watching and I really didn't care at that point. I looked for her and noticed that she was getting up and adjusting her bathing suit. Was she coming into the water? She turned and looked out in my direction. I started to tie my bikini back up as she entered the water and started to swim towards me. I got a little nervous...could she see me? But my nervousness was superseded my THAT feeling again. That feeling I felt when I came into the water.

As I was watching her seductively walk into the water, I reached down and started to rub myself again. What was I doing? Was I really that turned on by her? As she got closer I composed myself and stopped, but I WAS SO WORKED UP! She swam up to me and asked me if she could join me for a swim. I said "sure, it's a public beach". I smiled uncomfortably as she swam a little closer. She told me she was from up north and was only in town for another day. After some more small talk, it got quiet

After some small talk, it got quiet and uncomfortable. I knew that she knew what I had been doing, she must have noticed something. What made her come into the water in my direction? She broke my train of thought, by saying with a smile, "I saw what you were doing, it looked like fun." I felt myself blush and said, "I guess I REALLY miss my husband." Then she said, "I can help ease your loneliness." I said, with sincere curiosity, "really, how?" she smiled, moved around towards my back, she smiled, moved around towards my back and started to untie my bikini. I couldn't believe it, I froze, and just let her. I immediately felt my nipples harden with excitement. What was I about to do? I told myself to stop thinking so much. After she untied my bikini her hands moved from my back to my tits and she started to rub them as she kissed my neck. I froze, her hands felt so good all over my tits. I started to relax and enjoy, when I noticed no one was around. One of her hands continued to rub my tits as the other slipped down into the bottom of my bikini. She reached my clit and started to caress it very tenderly. I immediately started to quiver with excitement. After a few minutes I came so hard, I couldn't contain myself. I continued to moan with ecstasy as she moved her body in front of me, lifted me and started to kiss my tits. I wrapped my legs around her and continued to enjoy. She raised my body into a floating position while taking off the bottom of my bikini. When I was floating on my back, she started to eat me out. Her tongue felt so good all over my pussy, I couldn't believe what I was doing on a public beach, but it felt so good, I never wanted it to stop. She ate me out until I came AGAIN! When I was finished coming, she put me down. I notice she had removed her top and she said," my turn."

I smiled nervously and thought, "what do I do?" but before I could finish the thought, she grabbed my hands and put them on her beautifully big tits. I just started to rub them and caress them. She began to moan and I moved one of my hands to her waiting pussy. She moaned, "oh yes" and I started to tickle her clit with my fingers. She turned around and leaned her tight ass into my crotch and whispered "slower". I slowed down and started to rub her clit, and she started to cum and moan.

As she came, she pushed her tight ass into my body and said "YES!" I almost went underwater. After she turned around and faced me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and said "I want you to fuck me with your fingers." She took my two fingers, put them in my mouth, I licked them, and then she moved them towards her pussy. I put my fingers inside her and started to move them in and out of her. Her ass started to move to them rhythm of my fingers and before I knew it she came again, she was moaning really loudly this time, and crying out in pleasure. 

When she had regained control, she tied up my bikini and I tied up hers, as we talked more freely now. She was in town on business, and frequently visited this area for work and pleasure. We returned to the beach together, and we exchanged phone numbers, she said she would be in town again next week and that she would love to have dinner with me. When I told her my husband would be back by then, she just smiled and said well, why doesn't he join us. I can't wait for her call.



First Time at the Bookstore



I was nervous. I had been to this bookstore a few years ago on my birthday with friends just to see what it was like, but this time was different. I was set on going to the basement to see what was really down there. As I was casually looking at all the movies and magazines, I kept my eye on the stairway to the basement. A sign on the wall said you needed to buy a minimum of $3.00 worth of tokens to go down there. I got my $3.00 worth from the clerk and headed down stairs.

It was fairly dark but my eyes quickly adjusted. There were about twenty booths lining the walls. I saw a few guys standing around but didn't pay much attention. I got into a booth and quickly locked the door behind me. I put in some tokens and started a movie. I was already hard from the excitement of just coming here so the movie did little more. I looked out the window, saw no one so I took out my cock and started stroking it. I didn't want to cum to soon so I put it back and sat there, watching the movie. A minute or two later, I saw a guy who looked about 55 or so looking into the booth. I didn't know what to do so I just ignored him. He went away after awhile. 

I left that booth and walked around the others, not really knowing what to do. I saw that guy again in the hallway between the booths and started talking to him. He asked if I come here often and I told him that it was my first time. He told me that it was pretty slow now but it is usually busier at night. My nervousness/excitement was at a high now. I tried talking about other things but I think he noticed my condition. He asked me if I wanted to watch a movie so I told him sure. We went into a booth and locked the door behind us. We both put in some tokens and a movie started. 

A little ways into the movie he remarked how these movies really make a guy hard. With that said, he put his hand on the hard bulge in my pants and started stroking. I figured I better do the same. His cock was already hard and ready to go. After awhile of stroking each other I decided to drop my pants to get a little bit more feel. He followed my lead this time. His dick was warm and really soft. It was my first time stroking off another guy so it was a new experience to me. With the combination of it being my first time and using my left hand (I'm right handed), it was difficult to do but I did my best. After about a minute of playing with each other, he started sucking on my dick. He was pretty good at it and I didn't last too long. Instead of saying something like "I'm going to cum", the first thing I thought of was "I'm getting a little excited." That was a lie. I was very excited. He pulled off, thinking that I didn't want him to suck on me. I then came about as much as I ever had before. It landed all over him, all over me, and on the wall. He took some napkins and cleaned the both of us off.

He stood up so I thought he was going to leave. He stuck his dick in my face and asked, "How would you like to suck on this?" I thought of grabbing it and shoving it in my mouth but I broke down. I told him that I was too nervous and that I couldn't do it. He said that was alright. He asked if I would like to go to his house sometime but I declined. If I didn't have the balls to suck on his cock here, I sure as hell couldn't go to his house and do it. I left the booth and went back upstairs. I looked around at a few movies to make it look like I wasn't getting out of there as quick as I could. I left the bookstore and haven't been back since. 

Every once and a while, I think about going back but I always chicken out. If I do though, I don't plan on leaving until I feel a guy's dick in my mouth.



First Time at the Club



The place wasn't at all hard to find. Whomever I had spoken with on the phone had given excellent directions. We would later learn that at one time the place had been a warehouse. Neither one of us had any idea as to what to expect. As we turned into the parking lot behind the building we noticed that there seemed to be a large number of vehicles parked there . I was very excited with anticipation about our reason for being here. I was confident that my wife, Katie, was just as excited. On the other hand, since this was so very knew to each of us we were also very nervous, not knowing what to expect. I did happen to have one major secret from her that I was hoping would turn out to provide a great deal of pleasure for us both.

The former warehouse was now home of a swinger's club. A place where people of all races and classes came together with one idea in mind, sex. For the past six weeks we had been discussing attending this club for the purpose of finding one male to join with the two of us for an evening of extra sexual excitement. Once parked we walked slowly hand in had to the door located at the side of the building.

No sooner had we entered the door than a small mirror slid open and a nicely dressed elderly man asked if he could help. I introduced myself and my wife to the man and explained I had talked to a Mr. Frank who had provided directions to the club and that we had made arrangements to attend this evening. The elderly man introduced himself as Mr Frank and offered his hand in a warm hand shake. The gentleman may have had some age to him but he still had a strong grip. He pointed to another door behind us and said if we would step through that door that his wife would join us shortly and take care of the formalities so that we could actually enter.

Stepping through the doorway we found ourselves in a very plush and tastefully furnished office. I am sure that many an attorney or banker would have been very happy working in an office such as the one we were standing in. However, we hardly got into the room when another door opened and an attractive but elderly woman entered. She had a warm smile and quickly crossed the room with an outstretched hand, warmly welcoming the two of us. She asked us to sit and then was quick to explain about how it came about that her and her husband had started up the club. How they had purchased the building and were still making a lot of changes to improve on the place. She went over the rules of the club and then gave us a membership application to fill out as she went over the cost and what our membership would entitle us to.

I have no idea how much of what the elderly woman was say was actually being absorbed by Katie but as for me probably less than half. About the only concern that I had was what the information they were asking for would be used for. The woman's answer was agreeable and even though I probably should have asked my wife her opinion, I didn't do so. I simply picked up the pen, responded to the questions and then passed the form and the required fee to the woman seated on the opposite side of the desk. With that done the woman said she would give us a tour of the club.

The club was laid out with each floor offering something different. The first floor provided a small swimming pool, a hot tub, as well as separate areas for men and women where each could shower, change clothes and even lockers were provided to keep their belongings in. Since this was our first time and no one had told us about the pool we had not brought a swim suit. Of course, judging by the two men and one woman already in the hot tub, swimsuits weren't worn.

The second floor had music, dance floor, bar, tables and chairs, buffet table and in different areas even couches for lounging with several TVs set up so no matter where a person sat they were able to see at least one of the TVs all playing the same adult video. Perhaps at different times this floor did get some use but at this time the three of us were the only ones there at the time. The top floor provided another large lounge area. Suddenly I felt very out of place being so overly dressed in a nice pair of slacks, highly polished black shoes and a nice shirt. My wife was dressed in an almost skin tight black dress that showed off her fine figure extremely well. True, she looked upon herself with breasts that no longer stood up perky, and a belly that protruded slightly, the result of giving birth to three children and perhaps she felt she had other flaws with her body but, I failed to see them. I personally think her to be the most lovely lady I have ever known.

Looking around the room there were persons in various forms of attire and some where wearing nothing at all. There were women dressed in Teddies, Corsets, partly dressed or not dressed at all. The men had towels around their waist, in boxers, G-strings even nothing at all. But only the three of us were dressed as if we were going to be out in public.

Walking through this lounge area we stopped at the end of a long hallway. There were more persons standing at different places along this hall. The elderly woman explained that along this hall they would find different rooms. Most had beds in them and that as long as a door was open it was acceptable to enter that room for our own use or to join whomever happened to be in there. If the door was closed the persons inside wanted to be in there alone. And that each room had a window and one was free to watch the activities inside the room but if one wanted privacy all they needed to do was close the drapes. With that done she said she had covered everything she could think of and if there were no questions she was going to leave us alone. We had no questions and so the woman said her goodbyes and then left us standing there at the end of the hall.

The two of us stood there and talked between ourselves, in a low voice. I suggested that we see what all was going on inside the rooms. As we made our way down the hall we found most of the rooms were occupied and we didn't see any that had only one couple inside. A few of the rooms were empty and a few had the doors and windows closed and there was even two rooms that had the door closed but the drapes open to allow whomever desired to do so could view the occupants through the window.

At The Club - 03

As we walked down the hallway I was more and more aware of just how out of place our clothing put us. Katie looked very sexy in her black, sleeveless dress. However, even at that she was not dressed in nearly the same fashion as the others standing along the hallway. Once we reached the end of the hall we noticed that we were back at the large room with all the couches and TV sets. We walked through this room and noticed that there were mostly couples in this room sitting close and seemingly involved with each other. We decided we would go back down stairs and get something to drink.

We went downstairs to the second floor and quietly talked about what we had seen so far. I had found myself excited about a lot of what we had just seen as we passed down the hallway. Most of what had excited me had been going on inside the rooms. Of course Katie wasn't the only good looking woman in the place and there had been a couple there that I would have enjoyed spending some time with. Katie confessed that she also had found the activities going on in more than one of the rooms to be of interest to her.

I pulled her to me and then turned loose of her hand so I could put my arm around her, my drink was being held by my other. I pulled her close against me and leaned to kiss her. She opened her mouth and not only willingly accepted my kiss but returned it to me every bit as passionately as I was giving to her. It was a combination of the excitement that I had received from the activities on the upper floor, my passion for my wife and the excitement over the knowledge that she had found pleasure from the top floor the same as I had. Her body felt good against mine, her breasts squeezed against my chest. I was ready to take her right there on the carpeted floor.

I don't have any idea how long the kiss lasted. As we separated we looked each other directly in the eye. It was as if we were in tune with each other. We no longer seemed to care what others were doing or even what our initial purpose for attending the club had been, suddenly all we wanted was the other. I turned from her as I again took her free hand and began to lead her back up stairs. As we started up the stairs we went past a man coming down the same stairs. He looked to be in his early 40's. His hair was grey and cut short. He was probably a just a little over six foot and weighted a little over 200 pounds with a beard and mustache. 

As we started to pass each other the man stopped and moved against the wall to provide us as much room as possible to pass and politely said hello to us. I nodded my head to him and said "hello" but kept on walking past him, still hand in hand with my wife. Once we got to the top of the stairs I stopped and looked back the way we had just come. The man got to the bottom of the stairs and looked back up. He saw us standing there with me looking at him. He stood momentarily as I gave him a slight smile and a nod of the head. Katie hadn't noticed, I'm sure, my further acknowledgment of the man. However, he took notice of it. Then he turned and disappeared out of site as he walked away.

"So, what did you think of that one?" I asked my wife, referring to the man we had just passed.

She glanced down the stairs as if expecting to see someone there and then looked back to me. "You mean the guy we just passed?"

At The Club - 04

"Yea, maybe later on you'd care to see if he would want to join us. Of course I'm sure we both know he would jump at the opportunity." I said with a slight smile on my face.

"What, with all the good looking women here? He'd have no interest in me." Even though she said it, I didn't believe she was at all serious. She knows she is a fine looking woman.

"Well, if he said yes, based on just his looks, would you complain?"

She stood there just looking at me for a moment with a smile that sort of played around her lips. I had a pretty good idea that she was standing there thinking about how there was a physical attraction between her and the guy we passed. After all, he fit to a "T" her idea of what constituted a good looking guy. Finally, in a voice just above a whisper she said, "I wouldn't mind."

That put a big smile on my face. I was sure now that I had judged right. I didn't say any more and simply led her back to the hallway. Right now, I was looking for an empty room where I could take her into her and enjoy her body. As we started to pass by one of the windows I glanced inside and then immediately stopped. I wanted to watch the action before me.

Inside the room there were two men and two women. One woman was flat on her back, her head hanging over the side of the bed, completely naked, as was each of the persons inside the room. Her far leg was straight out but her near legs was bent at the knee and being held close to her chest by a man who was currently fucking her with eager strokes. She was licking the cock of another man who was standing just above her head. For the most part he seemed content to simply stand there and allow the woman on the bed to only like the head of his hard cock. As my wife and I stood there and watched the standing man would occasionally move his hips forward and his cock would disappear inside the woman's mouth. Then he would resume his original position so the woman could lick the head of his cock. 

At the same time the standing man was locked lips to lips with the other woman who was kneeling on the bed on the far side of the first woman. As she was kissing the man her hand was slowly rubbing the closest breast to her of the other woman. 

My wife was leaning against me as she watched the scene taking place before us. I released her hand and put my arm on her shoulder at the same time she wrapped her arms around my waist. I lowered my hand to her breast, able to feel it's heat as well as the already hard nipple through the thin material of her dress. From the corner of my eye I saw her raise her head to look at me. I held my gaze to the four persons inside the room as if I were not aware of where her attention was now focused.

I began to squeeze and tease the nipple as best I could through the tight material of her dress. Almost instantly she leaned harder against me and at the same time lay her head against me. As she did she lowered her had and if her eyes were open I knew that she would also be looking at the four persons inside the room. 

At The Club - 05

The four hardly changed their positions. The woman on her back was only moving her tongue as she tasted and licked the hard shaft before her mouth. The man standing did appear to be exchanging some heavy and passionate kisses with the other woman and would on occasion move his hips forward and then back but other than that there was very little movement from him. The other woman seemed to be concentrating on her kissing and the playing with the other woman's breast was strictly an after thought. However, the second man appeared to be working with some vigor as he fucked the woman before him. I was excited by the couple. Not so much by the way they were performing cause it didn't look to me as if they were really all that interested in what they were doing and I actually failed to see why they were wasting their time. But the ability to stand there and watch them perform such an act, along with sharing it with my wife, her presence beside me and what I was doing with and to her breast and nipple was all working together to have me in an erect state and Im sure making a wet spot in the front of my pants. I hoped Katie was experiencing a similar sensation and that her sweet juices were currently running down her well tanned legs.

I was suddenly aware of others around us. I looked around and saw that there was some half dozen persons around the two of us and all were watching the scene taking place beyond the window. Except for one. The man we had passed on the stairway. He was standing just to Katie's right and his eyes seemed fixed on what was in my hand and what it was doing. I hoped he was ready.

I started to move away from my wife catching her hand as I moved and she was quick even if not eager to follow me. At the very end of the hall I found an empty room. The curtains and door were both in an open position. The lights had been adjusted so that there was plenty of light to see by and yet they were far from their full brightness potential. Once we were inside the room I closed the door, purposely failing to lock it, and then led her to the bed, situated in the center of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her close to me. Looking up to her I began to run my hands slowly under the bottom of her dress.

She was looking down at me. It appeared to me that she was conveying desire and yet there was something else also that I couldn't interrupt. Then she looked to the open window. By this time, with one hand on each silk covered leg, my hands were working their way up higher and higher as my hands massaged the backs of her legs. As my hands moved upward, my arms raised the dress higher and higher. Now I was touching her warm flesh about the tops of the hose. I worked round the straps of the garter belt. She had one hand on each shoulder and then she turned her gaze back to me. She was looking me in the eye as my hands now reached her bare ass.

I had no idea if there was anyone standing at the window or not. I hoped there was. I wanted everyone to see my lady. To see just some of the reason I considered myself to be a very lucky man. I wanted to look to the window but didn't. In my imagination the widow was crowded with persons, each attempting to get a better view of this fine looking lady who now stood before me.

My fingers worked their way down the crack of her fine shaped ass. I was rewarded with the wetness that covered the tops of her legs and the area between them. As my fingers found At The Club - 06

this area her hands tightened on my shoulders. I began to move my fingers across the wet opening and she was quick to shift her position so that now my fingers had greater access to her wet opening. And I was only to willing to take advantage of this opportunity.

I slid my one hand from her ass and put two fingers against the opening of her wet pussy. Slowly I eased them upward. The hot lubricant allowed them to easily slide in the snug opening. As I did this her fingers tightened on my shoulders. I hoped it was due to pleasure that she was receiving. Her dress was now high enough that he was actually able to see where his fingers were disappearing. Her eyes closed and her face seemed to contort itself into a sign of pleasure. At that moment I knew that even if she had been concerned about anyone who may be watching she wasn't now.

With my fingers held deep inside her I placed my thumb against her pussy and moved it slightly back and forth and it moved between the thick lips till it was inside the natural channel the lips formed. Then I slowly began to slide the thumb upward, approaching her clit. There was no doubt in my mind that I would find it standing up nice and hard. Just as my thumb was about to reach her clit I felt her body quiver. My hand froze. I let her wait in anticipation. 

I removed my other hand from the cheek of her ass and began to lift her dress. I wanted her naked. I told her to take her dress off as I used the one hand to work her dress upward. Seated on the bed and using only one hand there would be no way for me to get the dress off her. Again I repeated the order for her to strip for me. She seemed to stir but it was obvious that she wasn't going to comply. Her mind was not on what I was saying to her. I griped the dress and jerked it toward me at the same time I told her in a louder and harsher voice to "strip". Her eyes snapped open and then blinked a couple of times before she began to pull her dress up over her head. She stood there before me with her dress in her hand, which I took from her and then tossed it over my head, having no idea where it landed. 

I just had to know. I looked to the window and was rewarded by the faces of some six or more persons that I could see at a glance. I looked back to the wife of my wife and she was also looking toward the window. Now, I quickly moved the thumb, of the hand at her womanhood, upward. It pushed against and then slid over the hard clit and as it did her legs squeezed together, a gasp escaped her mouth and she grasped my wrist with both hands.

I began to softly run my free hand up and down the side and back of her leg. I could feel her warm flesh and the strap of her garter belt and then the silk hose stretched tight over her warm leg. Taking my time to lightly stroke her leg. With my trapped hand I was working only the two fingers that were inside her. Taking my time I curled first one finger and then the other then straighten the first one then the other only to start the process over again. It didn't take long and she began to relax her grip on my wrist.

Now I wanted to give her something else to think about. I leaned forward and captured the ring dangling from one of her nipple into my mouth with the nipple itself held in my lips. I used my tongue to move the ring back and forth and pull it slightly toward me. Being sure to keep my one hand moving as well as the two fingers inside her. I heard her moan and although she still had her hands touching my wrist she was no longer attempting to restrict my movement.

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I couldn't tell you how long I kept this up. It always seemed to me as if time stood still when I was busy enjoying her body. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying what I was doing that cause me to quit, it was that there was something I enjoyed a great deal more. I quickly pulled completely away from her, not touching her in any way. Her response to this movement was a gasp as if I had physically hurt her. Her eyes told me that she was in no way pleased that I had stopped. That caused a smile to tug playfully at the corners of my mouth.




First Time at the Club



Note. This is a true story of mine and my wife's first time at a swingers club in England. It was amazing. I have altered only a few bits. I toyed with cutting out the lovey-dovey parts, but then left them in, as I wanted the whole feel of what happened to be left whole. Feedback would be appreciated! Rich x 

***** 

Paige smoothed at her hair with a nervous hand for the fifth time that evening, and checked herself again in the rear view mirror. She had to scooch over in her seat to do it, and nudged Damon with a deliberate elbow as she did it. 

"Ouch." Damon said in mock pain. He was smiling. "Paige, you look fucking gorgeous, seriously, you don't need to keep checking yourself out." 

Damon laughed at his own hilarity while all Paige did was shoot another nervous glance out through the car window and into the small parking lot they were in. There were a few other cars dotted around, most of them high end, but otherwise it was quieter than she'd expected. To be fair she had no idea what she'd expected. 

It'd been Damon's idea from the start, of course. He'd bugged her for months about coming to this place, longer actually now she thought about it. It'd originally been an idea straight out the blue, like most of Damon's, and at first she'd been annoyed at him, offended even. 

Why in the hell should her loving husband want to take her to some out-of-the-way seedy sex club? Paige had dismissed the idea out of hand, even going so far as to give Damon the silent treatment for a while, not that he'd even noticed of course - he'd never been the most sensitive soul around. 

But after that, after she'd been alone and had the chance to think things over, the idea had caught a hold of something far back in her mind and stuck there. She'd find herself, at odd times thinking about what it'd be like inside. How it'd be sitting and having a quiet drink or two - where, not even two feet away, another couple could be fully naked, with everything they had to offer out and on display. 

Paige had always been a little self-conscious of her own body, embarrassed by it even. It wasn't that she'd got a bad body, far from it - she'd been complimented on it many times, both by her husband and by others too - girlfriends, colleagues, random guys who'd hit on her in town on a Friday night. 

But she'd always had a pretty low self-esteem, and the mind was a funny thing it seemed, and hers always seemed to whisper to her that she should hide her body away. 

Secretly though she'd always felt a flush of something naughty at the thought of others seeing her without her clothes. Some sort of deeply repressed exhibitionist tendency. She'd guessed that this particular hang-up of hers must've started from a young age, back when she was in the throes of that crazy beast called puberty. 

She could remember one time in particular, very vividly, even now - she'd of been fifteen, or maybe sixteen, and had been at home in her bedroom, and naked. 

At home she'd always been told to cover up by her parents. According to Mr and Mrs Calveley, it might as well've been the Eleventh Commandment - Thou Shalt Always Cover Ones Private Parts, and so Paige had done what most other kids her own age did when faced with unbending authority, she'd rebelled. 

The battlefield of this particular teen rebellion had been 'The Bedroom', and had consisted of her being as naked as possible, for as long as possible, at least while she was in her bedroom. 

It seemed everything she did there, she did it stripped bare. Homework? You bet'cha. Reading, watching TV, dancing, all in her birthday suit. 

The time she was remembering was the one time she'd taken the fight one step further, and left her bedroom door open. It was a protest more than anything, and she'd been minding her own business, just mooching around in her room, when a noise had made her turn. 

There, standing at the open door to her bedroom, mouth hanging wide in shock and disbelief, had been her father's boss, Mr Hansom. 

Paige had frozen then, buck naked facing this stranger, and time had just...stopped. She'd wished that she'd been struck by lightning to save her the embarrassment. 

But then, the oddest thing had happened. Paige had had an orgasm. Right there and then. Probably the first of her life in all honesty, and it'd been fucking good. 

The other thing that had happened had been the complete transformation of Mr Hansom. As she'd watched him, he'd gone from the stern unapproachable boss of her father into a complete fawning submissive. To top it off, he'd also had a tent in his trousers that any man would've been proud of, which apparently had all been because of her. Her body had done that. 

The poor guy had been almost in tears as he'd pleaded with her to please not tell her mother and father about what he'd just seen, oh please. 

Paige had never known the power that she'd held in such a simple thing as the naked female body. 

From that moment on she'd kept her bedroom door closed. But ever after had always felt that strange rush of power and sensuality every time she'd been naked since. Even the simple things, such as changing for swim practice, or getting undressed at night before she slipped into her PJ's, she'd had that delicious little flush and heat from her pussy. 

As the years had gone on the flush had diminished slightly, but had never gone away entirely, and now, at the age of twenty eight, it seemed that flush had come back stronger than ever. 

So that one simple throw away comment from her husband had buried itself down into that locked away rebellious portion of her brain and put down its roots. 

And now here she was, sat in the passenger seat of the car, in the most outrageous of skimpy outfits, which was hidden only by her light summer coat, not ten feet from the entrance to a genuine, real life sex club. 

How life takes strange turns. 

Paige looked back at Damon and smiled that cute-as-hell nervous smile of hers. 

"Come on then lover. Let's get this over with." She said in her most sultry, over the top voice. 

Damon laughed, then climbed out the car and crossed to her side and opened the passenger door. A cool evening breeze blew in, feeling delicious against her hot skin. 

"Are you sure about this?" Damon asked. He had that damned cute grin on his face again as he leaned in. 

Paige took a deep breath. She felt good, really good in fact. Her breathing was rapid, and her heart was pounding, but she felt sexy, and could feel that all-too-familiar tingle between her legs and a slippery heat with it. She was turned on, and she knew it. 

"I'm sure." Her voice was low now, sexy even without that over the top bravado. 

"But are you sure you're sure?" Damon insisted, his grin getting wider. 

Paige shot him an annoyed look. "Just get out of the way before I change my mind, will you?" 

Damon laughed. Both of them knew she wouldn't change her mind. She was too excited by half. Damon took her hand and pulled her from the car and together they crossed the car park and entered the club for the first, but definitely not the last, time. 

Once through the door the warmth hit Paige all at once and enveloped her in a great warm hug. She smelt the chlorine tang of the Jacuzzi from somewhere deeper in the building. 

The reception area was small, but not claustrophobic, and it was immaculately decorated in a French boudoir style. The walls were covered in rich decadent wallpaper, heavy in black and velvet and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was silver filigree sparkling with a hundred electric candles. 

A closed door ahead of them led on through to the Club proper, and the muted sounds of music and talking drifted through. 

"Hi guys, how are you both tonight?" The cheery voice came from an alcove and desk set back in the wall, where a pretty young blonde sat. Damon sauntered over, practically oozing confidence. Though it was true, he looked good in the tight grey suit Paige had picked out for him. 

Paige herself hung back with her coat pulled tightly around her. 

"Good, thank you." Smiled Damon, all charm. 

"First time?" asked the pretty girl, gazing over at Paige with a sympathetic look in her eye. 

"Ha, how could you tell?" Paige grinned nervously back, her arms locked around herself, hugging her coat tight against her. 

The girl laughed, a silvery sound, and introduced herself as Carly. Carly was wearing a short dress of electric blue which rode dangerously high on her thighs as she sat cross legged at the desk. It was cut low too and showed a tantalising amount of cleavage. 

Carly caught her looking and smiled wider, not the least put out. Paige blushed furiously. 

"Don't worry, I can always spot the newbies. You're gonna love it in here I promise, everyone is so friendly. And I'm always around to say hi." She added with a very serious look at Paige, who blushed even harder. 

As Damon sorted out the entry fee, Paige reached under the coat and pulled at her dress again, the damn thing was riding up, almost over her ass. She looked around some more. 

Opposite the reception desk was a cloakroom which was already over half full of coats and bags. Paige chewed at her lip. It was going to be busier than she thought. 

"It's ok," said Carly, catching her worried look. "You can keep your coat on for as long as you like in there. Some of the first timers like to - it helps with the confidence." 

The thought had crossed her mind, she wasn't going to lie, but Paige shook her head. She was here now, so she might as well embrace the situation. 

With a deep breath Paige shrugged out of the coat and handed it to Damon. He had that big shit eating grin plastered over his face again, like the cat who'd got the cream, but Paige couldn't help but smile back. Carly was smiling that wide smile again and nodding her head in appreciation. 

The short dress that Paige wore was made from black lace and was so sheer that when the light fell on it in a certain way, you could see that she was naked beneath. It was tight with it, and clung to every curve, hugging her body as she moved. 

It wasn't low cut, but it didn't need to be, her breasts could be made out perfectly through it, and it ended high up on her thighs, showing off those long shapely legs of hers. Paige could feel that her nipples were hard and straining at the lacy material, showing off her heightened state of arousal. 

She absently tugged at the dress again. It barely covered her bum at the back, and clung to each bum cheek like a second skin. The only other thing she wore on her entire body was her favourite black heels and a silver ankle chain, delicate and subtle. 

"Wow." Said Damon. It was all he could manage. 

"You look absolutely stunning," breathed Carly, her voice thick. "You've the perfect body for that dress." The receptionist had a dreamy look in her eyes as she stared at Paige. 

Oddly it didn't make Paige uncomfortable. In fact she was suddenly aware of the dampness growing between her legs. Okay, so having another girl look at her was a turn on then. 

Paige took another deep breath, and smoothed once more at her hair. 

"You really think?" She asked Carly. Then she turned to Damon. "You ready then Mister?" 

Damon looked back, adoration etched into every part of his face, his tongue almost lolling from his open mouth. "I love you, Paige. You know that right?" 

Paige smiled right back. "Right answer, Mister." Then she took his hand and walked through into the club, leaving Carly to stare wistfully at her almost bare arse as it wiggled through the doorway. 

The music was instantly louder beyond the door and the heat more intense. The first thing Paige noticed was how huge the place was. It stretched away before her in a haze of low level lighting which sparkled and reflected from the polished floor tiles. 

In the middle of the room there was a long bar built into a circle, surrounded in striped neon, behind which barmen and women milled like ants, pouring drinks, mixing cocktails and engaging in flirting with the clientele. And there were lots of clientele. 

Paige had lost her confident strut the minute she entered the main room, acutely aware that many of the men and women closest to her had all turned to look, to see who the next naughty slut was, entering into this den of corruption. 

Paige could feel their eyes crawling over her body and she felt open, vulnerable, as everyone feasted on the sight of her naked breasts and her hard little nipples, how smooth she'd shaved her pussy that very morning. And how it glistened wetly. She felt an orgasm growing inside her, just like it'd done that day so many years ago, and she made a low moan in the back of her throat. Her breathing was hard and ragged. 

Then Damon took her arm and led her forward toward the bar and the people turned back to their own conversations and the spell was broken. 

Paige was almost panting still though, her pussy on fire, aching to be touched. Who would've thought this place would make her feel like this, just so fucking horny? And why hadn't they tried this place sooner? 

Damon led her to the bar and ordered them a couple of drinks. Coke for him and a large red wine for her. He knew her well. 

Paige used the moment to catch her breath and take in her surroundings more clearly. The main room they were in was huge, the middle portion dominated by the great encircling bar, looking like some great neon snake chasing its own tail. 

The whole bar area was bright, vintage lampshades hanging above it and following its curves, and the overall effect was classy. That in itself shocked Paige, the place looked like some high end cocktail bar, somewhere in Manhattan maybe, or London. The bar guys and girls were all dressed smartly in black; suits for the men and slinky low cut short dresses for the girls. 

To the right of the bar was a large seating area filled with overstuffed armchairs and long low leather couches that looked luxuriously soft to the touch. Tall tables with glass tops were littered amongst the people who stood around chatting in groups or in their own couples, intimately laughing softly or whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. 

To the left was a huge open fire which dominated an inglenook fireplace and threw out more heat and with it dancing shadows which flickered with a romantic ambience. Beyond the fireplace was a short flight of steps leading up to a pair of frosted glass doors that were flanked on either side by marble statues, both nudes of course. Beyond was the playroom. 

Paige felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared. The atmosphere in here was electric with sexual tension. She could feel it buzzing up and down her spine, making her tingle with pleasure. 

"Here, drink this." Damon interrupted and passed her a tall glass of red. 

Paige lifted it to her lips and took a large gulp, her hand trembling only slightly. The buzz started almost immediately, and she took another hit. Perhaps skipping lunch had been a bad idea after all. 

Damon just chuckled. "Whoa, slow down hun, I'd rather you didn't throw up on me quite so soon into the evening." 

Paige shot him a sour smile, then turned her attention back to the room. She couldn't stop herself from staring. There was just too much for her to take in at once. The outer areas of the big room were dark and subdued, and the shifting shadows thrown by the fire created a naughty, secretive glow. Beyond the bar ahead of her was another set of doors, these ones standing open and leading to the dancefloor beyond. The steady thump, thump, thump of base came drifting through, along with tendrils of vapour, blown out from the smoke machine hidden away behind the decks. 

Yet Paige only had eyes for the clientele. 

She'd never seen so many people in such amazing outfits in one place before. Even as she stood there, mouth hanging open and marvelling, a couple brushed past her. 

The guy was an older gentleman dressed in an immaculate charcoal suit, his salt and pepper hair swept back from a handsome face. The woman with him was much younger, and was stunning. She had silky long blonde hair which fell around her bare shoulders like a shawl. She wore a lace demi-cup bra which pushed her breasts up and out, her nipples poking out a delicious red. Her tiny thong matched her bra, and her fishnet stockings ended in a pair of impossibly tall heels, her legs long and slender. 

She smiled sweetly at Paige as she passed, Paige catching the whiff of her exotic perfume, spicy and dark, and the girl reached out a hand and stroked it across Paige's belly as she passed. 

Paige couldn't help blushing again and stared at the girl's bare arse as she swept across the floor and up the stairs, disappearing through the double doors with a brief backward glance. 

"Jesus..." Whispered Paige. Her hand was no longer trembling. 

"I know right?" Agreed Damon, his eyes trying to see everywhere at once. He looked like a kid let loose in a sweet shop for the first time, and given licence to have as much candy as he could get. "This place is fucking amazing." 

Paige nodded her head in agreement. 

"Come on," said Damon, taking her arm again. "I spy a couple of free seats over at the back." 

Damon started to pull her with him, but he felt resistance and stopped. 

"No," whispered Paige. 

Damon turned an inquisitive eye on her, one eyebrow raised. 

"No," said Paige again, more confident this time. She smiled at the puzzled expression on her husband's face. "I mean, No, I don't want to go and hide myself away in a corner." 

Damon's puzzled look slowly faded to be replaced by that shit eating grin of his, and Paige's own smile broadened. 

"Yes, I mean I want to stay here, right here, out in the open where people can see me." 

Damon took a step closer to her, his grin getting even bigger. 

"And...tell me why that is hun?" 

Paige blushed at that, and lowered her eyes. She knew what he wanted her to say but was still shy. Another couple passed, the guy in a beige summer suit and the girl in the tightest pair of denim hot pants Paige'd ever seen and a black bikini top. 

"Because..." trailed off Paige, feeling hot and shivery and naughty and bad all at once. Her pussy was throbbing now. 

"Because?" Prompted Damon pulling her close. He let his hands trail lightly down her back to rest atop her semi naked ass and squeezed. 

Paige gave in, her pussy was on fire and her head was swirling with desire. 

"Because I want people to fucking look at me, is that what you want to hear? I want people to look at my tits and I want them to look at my shaved pussy. I want to show myself to them all, show them what I've got, and what you have at home, every night, I want them to be jealous..." 

Damon stopped her with a kiss and Paige melted into it. Damon's hands were squeezing her arse, and pulling her dress up, making it ride high. She could feel both her cheeks were exposed but didn't care. She wanted people to see. She could feel the hard bulge of Damon's cock pressing against her crotch and it was driving her wild. 

If he'd tried to fuck her there and then, bent over the bar, she would've let him. Let him and enjoyed it. 

Damon broke the kiss, and stared longingly into her eyes. Paige could feel the heat emanating off him in roiling waves. 

"D'you know you've never been more fucking beautiful than you are right now?" Damon told her, reaching back for his drink, nonchalant now. 

Paige smoothed down her hair, and pulled her dress down demurely back over her arse. 

"Not even on our wedding day?" she pouted. 

Damon laughed. "Ok, maybe more so on our wedding day. But only just." 

Paige laughed at that and took another drink of her wine. Just a sip this time. She'd got a gentle buzz going on, and didn't want to get too fuzzy with alcohol. She wanted to enjoy this feeling as clearly as she possibly could. 




First Time at the Club



She'd somewhat acclimatized to being so undressed in public now, but that delicious feeling of exhibitionism still remained, and it made her horny. She was aware of her nipples, like two hard chips of ice, and she found herself unconsciously thrusting out her breasts as couples walked by, trying to get them to look. 

Her pussy was wet, had been since she'd arrived, and an exquisite ache had settled around her clit, which ached to be touched. She briefly wondered what people would do if she started fingering herself right here at the bar, and felt another tingle in her crotch. 

It felt good to let go of her inhibitions. 

A guy walked past then, his eyes glued to her arse, with his mouth almost hanging open. Paige stared back and smiled sweetly. Wow, the true power of the naked female form. She idly wondered how it'd be at work if she dressed like this. She'd get a promotion that was damn sure. She'd have the old CEO's eating out of her hands. 

"Excuse me, we couldn't help but notice you both over here. Mind if we join you?" 

The new voice startled Paige from her thoughts and she turned in time to see Damon shaking hands with the same older gentleman from before, he of the salt and pepper hair. 

Beside him stood one of the most erotic sights that Paige had ever seen in her life. The young girl who she'd seen briefly before was still dressed the same, the black lace demi-bra pushing up those smooth breasts of hers, each nipple still hard and erect and red, the same lace thong showing glimpses of the waxed smooth crotch beneath, and those same fishnets covering the long slender legs. 

Her once smooth as silk hair however was definitely not the same. It was mussed up at the sides, and wild at the back, her lipstick smeared across her lips, as though someone had kissed her, and kissed her hard. 

The image was a crazy juxtaposition of an innocent, nymph like girl, and a wanton slut who'd obviously just been fucked silly. Paige had time to wonder if her lover had even bothered to take off her thong, or just yanked it to one side before sliding his cock inside. 

The thought made Paige instantly wetter, and her clit throbbed to be touched. 

"Hi," said the girl quietly. She held out her hand to Paige. 

Paige took it, suddenly shy again and marvelling at how delicate her fingers were, how soft. She wondered if those same fingers had recently been slipping inside that waxed pussy of hers and tickling at her clit. 

Jesus, what was wrong with her? 

"Hi, I'm Paige." Paige muttered back. She didn't know where to look. Her eyes kept drifting to her breasts. 

"Hi Paige," said the older guy who stepped forward and took her hand. "My names Aaron, and this is George, my wife." 

Up close, Aaron was even better looking. Older yes, but in a mature and distinguished way, the crow's feet at his eyes only adding to the warmth in his face. 

Paige turned in time to see Damon lean forward and embrace George in a hug. She couldn't help but notice the way George's bare breasts squashed up against her husband's chest, and a pang of something shot through her. She thought it jealousy at first, but no, it was more like lust. It looked fucking hot. 

"I love the dress Paige, very erotic, and very daring if I may add." Aaron was smiling as he looked her up and down brazenly, his eyes lingering on her breasts. 

Paige felt exposed and open. And she loved it. 

She felt more confident now than she'd done in years. And sexy too. Paige had never, ever thought of herself as a 'sexy' girl, she just didn't ooze sex appeal like many other women did. But right here and now, surrounded by a multitude of guys who, to a man, wanted to fuck her, she felt sexy, god damn it. 

And she was damned if she wasn't going to enjoy herself. 

She glanced back at Damon. He was looking at her, staring as much as Aaron was, even with a stunner like George beside him, he was only engrossed in her, flushed with pride at having such an amazing wife, mixed in with his rising lust for her. 

"Why thank you Aaron," Paige put a hand on her hip, pushing out her breasts that little bit further, and striking what she thought was a sexy pose. With her free hand she rubbed slowly down her side, lingering across the swell of her breast. "It's new. Damon treated me, for being such a good girl." The last she almost purred. 

The effect was instantaneous. Aaron stumbled over his reply, and the bulge in his pants was undeniable. Paige felt electric. Hell, even George was staring at her now, a smile on her face, her eyes intense. 

"Erm...well, we, that is Georgie and I, wondered, maybe you two would like to come and join us? In the playroom I mean." Aaron, for a smooth talker was certainly having a hard time concentrating. 

Paige suddenly wanted Damon, and wanted him now. She didn't care who watched them, in fact the watching part turned her on all the more. Where had this hidden slut come from? 

But still, this was all so new and intense that Paige's head was reeling. She needed time to compose herself. 

She smiled that new demure smile of hers, and reached out to straighten Aaron's tie, one hand resting lightly on his chest. 

"That sounds like a nice idea Aaron. But I'm afraid we've only just arrived, and I think me and my husband should at least finish our drinks first. Maybe we can come and find you both later?" 

Paige stared into Aaron's eyes, trying to keep her voice quiet, then leant forward, close enough to smell the scotch on his lips. "If that's ok with you, of course?" 

Paige's heart was hammering in her chest, and she could feel Damon and George both holding their breath as they watched her. The sexual energy was off the fucking scale. And then Paige did something she'd no idea she was about to do. 

She leant forward that extra inch and kissed Aaron. A stranger she'd literally just met, and her almost naked body was now crushed up against him and her tongue firmly inside his mouth. 

Before she had time to think, she felt Aaron's arm slip around her waist, and his other hand cup her arse and squeeze. 

An orgasm suddenly hit her. 

Jesus it felt good to be a slut. To just let go of her inhibitions. She felt her pussy spasm and moaned deep into Aaron's mouth. 

She rubbed herself against Aaron's leg, trying to prolong the sensation, kissing him until the orgasm subsided into a delicious afterglow. She pulled away from him slowly, her legs shaking. 

She turned to Damon, tucking a strand of hair back behind one ear, fearing the look of disgust she thought she would be greeted with. But Damon was grinning. Not only that, there was a definite bulge in the front of his trousers that he didn't even bother trying to hide. 

"Wow, thank you Paige." Said Aaron, sounding slightly dazed himself. 

Georgie stepped forward and hugged Paige herself. The feel of Georgie's bare tits squashing up against Paige's own semi naked breasts almost had her cumming again. She could feel their nipples touching through the thin material. George stepped back smiling at her. 

"We're going to get some drinks and mingle, but I really hope we meet up again later? I think we could really have some fun." Georgie said, dropping her a wink. Then she took Aaron by the arm and was gone before Paige or Damon could even articulate a reply. 

Damon gave Paige a hug of his own, relishing the feel of her body against him. He could feel her trembling, her body thrumming like an electric current was passing through it. 

Paige couldn't believe how horny she felt. 

"Come on gorgeous, let's go find a seat and take a breather." Damon led the stunned Paige across the floor to the lounge area by the side of the bar. 

Paige was only dimly aware of the glances she was getting from both the men and women in the club, she was still in a sexual daze, but she knew the looks were appreciative. Her tight dress had ridden up above her butt cheeks now but she didn't care. 

Damon found them a darker corner of the small lounge area and dropped down onto a plush sofa. 

Sitting down in the dark however, gave little or no respite to Paige. As soon as she sat down, her short dress rode up completely above her arse and she was now exposing herself from the waist down to the room in general. Her bare cheeks felt cool on the couch and she was soaking wet, her pussy all but demanding some attention. 

Damon sat beside her, but he only had eyes for the crowd. He'd always been a people watcher, and placing him in a room where the majority of the female population was half naked only exacerbated the problem. He was in his element. Paige didn't mind though, not at all, she herself was getting plenty of attention, and it made her excited. 

She spread her legs slightly and pushed her bum forward, the shaved mound of her pussy coming into view to anyone who happened to pass by, her plump lips below were swollen and glistening. 

A group of three guys were sitting opposite, and they were soon nudging each other and pointing over, grinning like loons at the free show. 

Paige just smiled sweetly back, and spread her legs farther apart, inviting them to look further. Damon hadn't even noticed. 

"Hey," said Paige, turning away from the men and running her nails up Damon's trouser leg. This instantly got his attention again, so much like an eager puppy that she couldn't help but laugh. She kept her legs spread as the music thumped away in the background, making Paige raise her voice slightly to be heard. 

"So you enjoying yourself then? Is it what you expected? This place?" Damon asked, looking as though he was most definitely enjoying himself. The bulge still in his trousers proved the fact. 

"Yes, actually, I am." Answered Paige. "But no, it's nothing like what I imagined. To tell the truth, I never imagined I'd feel this way at a place like this. It's strange, I thought I'd be begging you to let us leave after five minutes." 

Damon laughed and took Paige's hand. He'd still not noticed her spread legs, nor the guys opposite still watching intently. 

"I'm glad you approve honey." 

"I do, I do. But I'm interested in what you want from all this, really I mean." Paige waved a vague hand to encompass the room in general. Now that she'd warmed to the Club, she wanted to know the boundaries her husband had set himself while they were here. Gaining confidence by the minute, she wanted to know exactly what he wanted, what he expected. After all, she didn't want to get too carried away. 

Or did she? 

Damon's grin faded a little, and was replaced with such a longing look of love that Paige felt a pain in her heart. He truly loved her, and it shone from his face like some love sick teenager. It made her feel wanted. Safe. 

"Paige you know you're my one and only, my soul mate. If I didn't have you in my life I'd be nothing." 

Paige started to laugh at the corny lines, but the sincerity in his voice made her stop. He even smiled himself, though a little ruefully. 

"Laugh if you like, I mean I know it sounds as corny as hell, but it's true. Every word of it. I just didn't have meaning until you came along and changed everything. Never think that I'll ever stop loving you, not for a heartbeat. This, all of this," It was Damon's turn to wave a hand around in a vague gesture. "All this is great, amazing really, and fucking exciting yes, but you're the real reason I'm here. You're the centre piece, and without you, all of this would mean nothing." 

Paige bit at her lip. She hadn't heard Damon speak this way for a long time. Probably not since the wedding. He'd never been the most romantic soul, but here he was now, laying himself bare for her. And she'd never loved him more than in this moment, in this place. 

"Love is one thing we have, and will always have. Nobody can take that from us and no-one can share in it with us. But sex? Sex is something completely different. I know I was only your second lover, Paige, and I know you'd never admit that it bothered you, but because of how much I love you, I want you to explore sex in all its glory, every aspect of it. Sex is fucking amazing!!" 

Damon laughed at that, and Paige laughed with him. 

"Sex is what makes the world go around after all, or so they say. And between us we have this incredible, loving, sweet sex that is and only ever will be just between the two of us. But on the flip side, sex is also animal lust and hot dirty fucking; just giving yourself over to the moment, to the sensations, to the...the whole god damn taboo of stretching your boundaries." 

Paige, after starting to feel slightly calmer for the first time since coming here was suddenly red hot again. Hearing Damon talk like this, all the talk of fucking, so open and so raw was getting to her in a big way. 

She slowly slid a hand down to touch her pussy and found it hot and wet and open. She dipped a finger inside. 

"I want you to feel how powerful a force fucking can be, I want to unleash the beast inside you that everyone has no matter how deep down they bury it. I want to sit here, basking in all of the love I have for you, and watch my prim and proper innocent wife get fucked from behind by another man. Would I get jealous? Never - I know the bond we share is too strong, and anyway it doesn't matter who he is, that's not important, The Guy is just an anonymous faceless human being with a prick, but a hard prick, made hard by his lust for you and your body, and to watch that hard prick thrusting in and out of you, watching as you scream out and growl and give yourself over to the raw passion of the act of sex would be the most amazing experience of my life. Hell, I want to watch you straddling some big hard cock, bouncing up and down on it, those amazing tits heaving up and down, with another cock in each hand and one in your open and willing mouth as you give yourself over to the simple act of pleasure and taking pleasure-" 

Damon didn't even get to finish. His speech had obviously had an effect on him as his cock was rock hard and straining to be released, and Paige just couldn't stand it anymore. 

She needed to orgasm. She was more turned on at this moment than she'd ever been in her life. She kissed her husband hard, hard enough to bite his lip and taste blood. She fumbled at his belt, tearing it open and pulling at his trousers, releasing his cock. 

"God you fucker, you dirty little fucker, I want you so badly and I can't wait." Paige managed to snarl out. She had no idea where this was coming from. She'd never talked dirty before, didn't much care for it really, but this, this came from another, darker side of her that she hadn't known existed before tonight. 

"You like the thought of me being a slut do you? Well I've been sat here for the last five minutes showing off my fucking pussy to those guys over there, and you know what? I'm going to let each one of them fuck me, let each one of them stick their big dicks inside me until they cum all over me, is that what you want you dirty fucker?" 

Damon couldn't talk, just moan as Paige stood and bent over him and engulfed his cock with her mouth, right there in the corner of the room. She was like an animal, slavering and sucking at his cock, bobbing her head up and down, and bending over and showing her pussy to everyone behind her. 

Her dress was still bunched around her waist, and the three shocked guys behind could see her wet and shiny pussy as she gobbled her husband's cock. 

Damon opened his eyes to see the three of them get up, each one sporting impressive trouser-tents of their own and cross over, where they stood behind Paige, not quite touching, but watching closely. 

He couldn't quite believe what was happening, all of his fantasies were coming true right before his eyes and it was overwhelming. Almost. It was all he could do to try and stop from cumming. 

Paige lifted her head, Damon's cock popping from her mouth, and turned to the three newcomers. 

"Do you like looking at my pussy? You like it all wet? I bet you do, and I bet you'd like to touch it too wouldn't you, right here in front of my husband. Well go on then, see what a naughty little slut I am." 

She turned back to Damon and disappeared right back onto his cock, taking the whole length in one swallow. The guys seemed taken aback by the tirade of filth coming from this sweet looking girl - but not for long. 

The youngest of the three stepped forward and grabbed Paige's arse, squeezing it hard. The rough touch sent shivers up her spine, and she gagged further onto the cock before her, trying to deep throat it. She'd never felt Damon so hard before. 

Then she felt a finger slip inside her. She was so wet that it slipped straight inside her on the first thrust, and Paige came on the spot, moaning around the cock in her mouth. 

This was only the third guy ever to touch her pussy, and she didn't even know his name. She came and came hard, as the finger became two, then three and then found its rhythm and began fucking her with a squelching noise as Paige forced her hips back trying to take them in deeper. 

One of the other guys had lost all of his shyness at the sight before him, and had come forward and cupped both of her breasts through the dress, rubbing at them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. The sensations were overwhelming. 

And then above the steady thump, thump, thump of the bassy music she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, and the fingers were removed from her pussy. 

Paige snarled and tried to turn her head to see why her pussy felt empty when she needed it full, but a second later she knew why. She felt the head of a hard cock pressing up against her wet lips. She couldn't believe it. 

This stranger was about to fuck her, right here in public, right here in front of her husband of four years, right as she sucked on his own rigid cock. 

There was a single moment of pressure and then the cock was inside her, she could feel it's every ridge and contour as it filled her up, his balls coming to rest lightly against her arse. 

Then it withdrew slightly, and then came back harder than before, and then he was fucking her, his hands tight around her waist as he fucked her harder and harder. In turn Paige was pushed further forward onto Damon's cock, driving it deeper down her throat. The second guy kept squeezing at her breasts, pulling them unceremoniously from the dress that contained them and squeezing them even as she was impaled by two of the hardest cocks she'd ever felt, each one driving into her willing body. 

Her third orgasm of the night hit her and didn't subside, just kept building in its intensity. She could feel herself cumming all over this stranger's cock, cumming for him like the little slut she was. She'd never known sex could be like this, so fucking intense. 

She heard a long loud groan from Damon and suddenly her mouth was filled with his seed. Paige had never cared for the taste of semen before, hadn't even tried it to be honest. But right here and now it tasted sweet and sticky and she just couldn't get enough of it. She gobbled it down, swallowing as much as she could, some of it spilling from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. 

And then just as her orgasm reached its climactic crescendo she felt the cock inside her swell, and it was pulled out of her seconds before she felt hot globs of cum spatter all across her back and her arse, burning like a brand, and she could hear the guy moaning, and she thought to herself, I've done that, I've given him that pleasure, enough to blow his fucking mind. 

Paige came so hard she almost blacked out, and collapsed back to the couch, the after effects of the intense orgasm carrying her on wave after wave of pleasure. She crumpled into Damon's arms as they wrapped around her. 




First Time at the Club



"Wow." It was all she could manage. She couldn't even catch her breath at first. 

Damon himself was panting like a dog on heat, his eyes wide in comical shock. She turned to look back at the guy who'd just fucked her brains out, and he'd collapsed back into his own chair, looking at Paige in wonder and amazement. 

It made her smile. The other two guys were also looking at her and Paige noticed for the first time that both guys had their cocks out and had wanked them furiously at the sight of her getting spit roasted before them. Both had cum too, both of them on her, and they were now tucking themselves away again. 

So that totals four guys she'd just made cum? Not bad for someone who didn't believe they were 'sexy' enough. 

The sudden surge of confidence she felt made her smile and she suddenly felt invincible as she lay naked, her dress bunched up around her waist, in her husband's arms. 

Paige turned back to him, that stupid smile still plastered across her face. 

"So how was that for you?" She laughed. 

Damon couldn't respond, only shake his head in amazement, his own huge grin mirroring hers. 

Paige scanned the room, amazed to see that no-one else had really noticed them. Over on the next couch a tall blond girl bounced up and down on a larger guy's cock, both of them as oblivious as Paige had been only moments ago. 

The bar was still abuzz with people chatting and drinking in their own little circles. 

"Oh my God." Damon finally mustered rubbing his palms against his face. 

Paige smiled up at him. She could almost feel the love radiating from his body. She leaned up and softly kissed him. 

"Was that ok? I mean, you don't think any less of me for it do you?" Paige bit her lip, suddenly less confident. 

She needn't have been. Damon gathered her closer in his arms and kissed her back, harder this time. 

"Paige, I literally couldn't love you more than I do right now. You are perfect, and oh so fucking sexy!" 

Damon turned to the three guys, each one now looking slightly sheepish. 

"Thanks guys, that was amazing, and only Paige's first experience like that, if you can believe it!" 

The guys muttered in amazement. It made Paige smile again. Yep, she still had all the power here. 

She stood up, leaving the warm circle of Damon's arms, and straightened her dress out as best as she could, smoothing the back of it down over the cum. Walking up to the guys she took each one in her arms and planted a long, slow lingering kiss on their mouths. Feeling her breasts pushing up against them all she felt her pussy come to life again, wet and hot. 

Jesus, what had she become? 

"Yes thank you, all of you, that was amazing. But now I'm just going to sit and recover with my husband." 

She patted the last guy's cheek, the one who'd fucked her. She saw his pants twitch again. 

"Um, do you want to know my name?" the guy ventured looking hopeful. 

Paige smiled sweetly back. "No thanks, where's the fun in that?" And dropped him a wink. 

After the guys had left for the bar, Paige dropped to the couch, curling up against her husband, smiling a contented smile. She felt beautiful, and more confident than she'd done in as long as she could remember. But most of all, she felt loved. Damon kissed the top of her head and pulled her close. 

"You know I love you right? Not sure if I've told you lately?" Damon whispered. 

Paige just smiled, feeling her pussy aching to be touched again, and snuggled in close, feet tucked up under her bum. 

Yes, she thought. I think I'm going to like this place.



First Time at the Frat House



"Tony," yelled Brian. "Come over here."

From across the crowded frat house basement, I hear Brian call and walked over through the crowd. The crowd was thinning though. It was 1:30 in the morning, and even though it was a Friday night, some people were heading out early since the next night was a themed party and everyone knew they'd be back and out until at least four in the morning for it.

Brian was standing with a very hot blonde who was wearing a loose t-shirt and a very low cut skirt.

"Tony," said Brian. "This is Cindi. Cindi, this is Gudzinya. You oughta let him get in ya."

He laughed. He'd said that to so many girls in the basement of this frat house trying to get me laid. And he could never remember how to pronounce my last name, which is Getculli. But as many girls as he'd said it to, everyone always figured he was just being his usual self—the comedian.

"Okay," said Cindi.

We both looked at her. Neither of her had expected her to give that answer.

I felt myself grow hard. I was really hoping I had heard her correctly.

"Well what are you waiting for, man. Take her upstairs."

I was lucky I had my own room. I'd only just joined the fraternity a few weeks back in the semester, but there was an open room in The House and I was invited to move in and get out of the dorm.

I put my arm around Cindy's shoulder and began walking her to the stairs leading out of the basement. As we walked away, Brian grabbed my hand and put it onto her ass, under her skirt. I could feel the string of her thong panties. 

We walked up the stairs into the living area where several people were still drinking and at least one person was passed out on the couch while others drew on his face with magic marker and filled his hands with shaving cream. We took another set of stairs to the second floor where there was no one. Virtually no one. From inside a room with a closed door, we could hear a girl yelling in pleasure. Though it was completely unnecessary, a rubber band hung from the doorknob signaling the room was "in use." I couldn't really tell which brother was in there with her. In our frat house, there's an unwritten rule that, even if you don't live there, a "sure thing" gave immediate access to any open bedroom.

Luckily, my own bedroom was free. I led Cindi in and grabbed a rubber band from the table right inside the room. I hung it on the knob and closed the door.

"So," said Cindi. "Is this your first time?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Brian put out the suggestion down there. I've heard him say that line to other girls, so I figure if he's trying to get you laid..."

"I guess I can be a bit shy in that regard."

"That's cool, Gudzinya. Shy guys usually turn out to be completely amazing in bed."

I smiled.

"My name isn't really 'Gudzinya,'" I said. "You'd think my own fraternity brother would be able to pronounce my last name. It's Getculli. But just call me Tony."

She leaned in.

"Well, I could call you Tony," she said. "Or I could scream out that name while you fuck me."

I felt myself grow harder still.

"Wow," I said, clearly showing nervousness.

"You're not exactly sure what to do," she asked. "Are you?"

"Not really," I said, biting my lip.

"Well, let's start with the basics," she said. She slipped out of her shoes and slid her socks off with her feet. Figuring my own socks and shoes would just be in the way, I slid them off and then pulled my socks off and threw them off to the side with my shoes.

She pulled her t-shirt over her head. A skimpy bra was left covering her chest. She reached behind herself and unhooked the bra and slid the shoulder-straps off of her shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor. She stood in front of me topless.

"Give me your hands," she said. She reached and took my hands in her own and set them onto her bare breasts. As I let my hands slide over them, she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled my pants and my briefs down at the same time and they fell to my feet. She grabbed my hardened dick in her hands and gave it several quick rubs.

Hoping my next move was the right one, I slid my hands down her body, sliding the waistband of her skirt away from her waist and dropping the skirt to the floor. She was left wearing only a pair of green silk thong panties. I slid them from her body the same way I'd slid the skirt sway.

She stepped away from her clothes, completely naked now. I pulled my golf shirt over my head and tossed it away. We were both naked now. She hopped onto the bed, laid on her back and supported herself up with her elbows. She smiled seductively.

"I think you know what happens from here," she said.

I walked over to the bed and climbed on top of her. She picked up a condom that was on top of the bed-table. She opened it and slid it onto my dick.

"We'll worry about foreplay the next time," she said. "Right now, just fuck me." She smiled.

She was already talking about a 'next time.'

With a bit of aggression, but still gently, I pushed her down and laid down on top of her. I slid my dick inside of her pussy and she moaned.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "That's right. Now bounce on me. Give me some motion.

I began bouncing, thrusting my pelvis into her as I felt my shaft slide up and down, in and out of her pussy. Feeling more and more confident, I leaned down, hands between our bodies and on her breasts and as I continued to bounce on top of her, I leaned in and kissed her lips. My tongue slid into her mouth and the act was reciprocated.

I felt her spread legs suddenly tighten around my own thighs. As our bodies tightened, the depth and power of my thrusts decreased, but the pleasure increased as the bouncing quickened. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight and close into her.

Between heavy breaths, she managed to get out the words, "Are...you...sure this is...your...first time?"

She didn't wait for an answer before a loud groan escaped her lips signaling the intense pleasure she was feeling.

"KEEP GOING," she shouted. "DON'T STOP. YES! YES! YES!!!"

I continued the quick bounces for several more minutes. Periodically, her legs loosened and tightened around my own. Finally, inside of her, I felt an explosion inside the condom. Out of breath, I pulled out of her. Lying on my back and catching my breath, her arm crossed her body and rested on my chest. She pulled the condom off of me and dropped it in the garbage can next to the bed.

"Like I said," she said. "Next time, we'll try some foreplay."

"Next time," I asked. "I suppose that's a good sign."

"I haven't been fucked like that in ages," she said.

I smiled.

"You spending the night," I asked.

"Definitely," she replied.



First Time at the Gloryhole



This is my first attempt at writing so please be gentle. Other than changing names, this story is true and was the start of a roller-coaster of sexual exploration.

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I considered myself the very definition of normal, if not boring. Working mid-level management in a financial firm, living in the suburbs of New York with my 2 young kids, attractive wife Amanda and my Camry (sorry no Volvo station wagon). The wife and I were college sweethearts, she being only my second intimate partner, although she was more experienced. Up to this point my life had been adequate, nothing noteworthy to discuss.

Although I had very limited experience with women before meeting Amanda, it doesn't mean I didn't think about, or obsess about, sex. As a teen I gawked at all the hot girls, read through the lingerie sections of the catalogs and was perpetually horny. I had an older cousin who lived with us from time to time while she was in college and I often availed myself of her sexy panties when I was alone. I would cum imaging the various hotties that I wanted to conquer.

When I was graduating high school, a bunch of us took the railroad into Times Square and wound up in one of the notorious peep shows. We all bought our tokens and entered the booths, waiting for our shows. It was one of those places with live girls in the middle of an open area, so it was kinda like a topless bar where everyone viewed from their own private booths. I was rock hard watching these topless women play with themselves and try to tantalize us into paying for more private shows.

I ran out of tokens so I went back near the counter for more. Before returning to my buddies at the live show, an area of video booths caught my eye. I stepped in, closed the door and put in my token. Immediately the screen went on and a video of a guy sucking another dude's large cock came on. I was caught off guard, having never seen any kind of gay or bisexual porn. I started changing the channels, but the first dozen or so channels were all either gay or tranny porn. I eventually found the straight channels, but was somewhat shell-shocked from the original images. I left the booth before the time had even run out, quickly returning to the live areas with my crew.

That night I laid in bed stroking my cock, a routine practice. However, this night was different as I couldn't get the images of the man-to-man and tranny sex out of my mind. I knew I wasn't gay, so why was my cock so hard? I eventually came, hard, and was left perplexed as to the experiences of the day. 

Following that night, gay themes crept into my masturbation fantasies, as did tranny sex. I also got heavier into my cousin's panty collection, frequently jerking into them while remembering those visions of cock sucking and anal sex. I was troubled, but rationalized that it was purely fantasy and that soon enough I would be having real sex at college.

Well, the college sex took a while to come to fruition, but eventually I met a girl who took my virginity and was a kind of fuck-buddy for a semester. As a junior I met Amanda and we eventually became an item. The sex was great, frequent enough to keep me happy. At the same time, my gay-themed masturbation slowed considerably due to a combination of: 1) getting real sex with Amanda, 2) having no access to panties or any feminine things and 3) sharing a triple dorm room, limiting private time. However, when home on breaks my masturbation was all about cocks and asses.

We married shortly after graduation and eventually settled into your "typical" suburban lifestyle. Sure enough, as marriage became more routine, my mind (and hormones) started to wander. I became a frequent purchaser of porn and more and more I gravitated to stories about tranny and man-to-man sex. I also started to dabble more and more into Amanda's panty collection.

One day I stopped in an adult video store near work, looking to purchase some porn that I was hoping to share with Amanda. While looking through the racks of options, I noticed a wall full of video booths. In reading so much porn lately, I knew that, in some places, these booths were used for guys to jerk off, or even give each other blow jobs. I was still convinced that I was not gay, but my cock was rock hard from being surrounded by these mountains of porn. Looking around I quickly stepped into a booth and locked the door.

The booth was similar to what I remembered from when I was 18: a video screen, chair and slot for dollars (replacing the token system of my youth). The big difference, however, was that this booth had a hole about the size of a softball drilled into the side wall, right about crotch level. I had never seen one before, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what it was for. I took a few singles and fed the machine.

As the light dimmed in my booth, the screen came on -- a naked man on his knees sucking on a large black cock. I didn't bother changing the channel, watching transfixed and my cock strained inside my pants. Shortly after entering my booth I heard the sound of the adjoining booth close and a person settling in mere feet from me. My heart was racing in panic, but my cock got harder than ever before.

I was stroking myself from the outside, horny, yet scared to fully commit to jerking off in this public place. As I looked to the hole, I saw 2 fingers caress the hole, the "signal" I had heard that meant he wanted my cock. I froze -- fantasy was one thing, but now was my first real choice -- was I going to actually act on it? The neighbor was persistent, keeping his fingers on the hole and whispering "let me see your cock". 

I stood up and placed my crotch near the opening and the fingers reached in and started to rub my bulge. Holy crap I was hot and decided now was the time. I opened my pants and put my cock through the hole.

Almost instantly I felt his warm mouth on my cock. This was more than just a courtesy lick of the head -- this guy was sucking with gusto. While I had a good sex life, Amanda was a good Catholic girl and blowjobs had been reserved for New Years, birthdays and / or when she was really drunk. And even then, she was timid, kind of half-heartedly sucking in an effort to be nice.

This guy, however, was spectacular. He was sucking so hard and so deep, in very short order I felt my balls start to tight up and I came as hard as I ever had. I literally felt my knees buckle. My friend on the other side felt it too because he sucked even harder and made a point of taking all of my cum in his mouth.

As I started to regain my senses, I felt an odd sense of guilt or shame and quickly pulled up my pants. I slinked out of the booth and walked with my head down, almost running towards the railroad. The ride home was a blur as my head was spinning with mixed emotions. I wasn't gay. This was all a big mistake. A one-time thing. I really wanted women. I don't even like the way men look. By the time my train got out to Suffolk County, I was more reassured in myself. 

I felt guilty as I got home, but Amanda saw nothing out of the ordinary. That night she fell asleep before I got to bed, which was good because, truth be told, that blow job had really drained me. I drifted off to sleep knowing that, my adventure completed, my little foray at the glory-hole was over, an aberration. I was back to being my hetero self, that was until I found myself back in the same booth a mere 2 weeks later . . .



First Time at the Gyno



Thank you to the reader who requested this story and gave me the idea! It was a lot of fun to writer a doctor story... kind of surprise I haven't before! Enjoy!!! 

Frigid.

It was such an awful, ugly word. All encompassing. 

Amanda didn't mean to be cold. Or prudish. She certainly didn't feel that way most of the time. But that's exactly what her boyfriend Travis had accused her of being. They'd been going out since they were sixteen, high school sweethearts, and back then he'd understood that she wanted to wait till marriage. College had changed that. He'd gone from being understanding to insistent and she'd finally given in.

Despite his attempt at making it romantic, it had ended up being awful. First it had hurt and then she'd just felt awkward while he humped on top of her. Truthfully, she hadn't even really felt what was going on down there between her legs; it just felt like pressure and something... moving inside of her. Not pleasurable or erotic. She didn't even get any of the hot needy feelings that happened when she read romantic books. Afterwards had been even worse, Travis had been insulted that she hadn't enjoyed herself, he'd accused her of lying there like a board of wood and not being an active participant. But what else was she supposed to have done? She'd tried to move and moan at first, the way she'd seen in movies, but it had felt unnatural and not at all sexy. Eventually it had seemed easier to just let him get it over with, but that hadn't been enough for him.

Tears sparked in Amanda's emerald eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. After all, it would be embarrassing to being caught crying in her new gyno's office. Even if this was her first visit, it's not like she was scared or anything. It was just that she was still upset from her awful first time and the even worse aftermath. She and Travis had tried one more time but it hadn't gone any better than the first and afterwards they'd decided to break up. Being with him and facing his disgust with her was just too much and he obviously wanted to move on to greener pastures. 

And now she was at the gyno her friend Sara had recommended, Dr. Michael Durand. While Amanda felt that she might be more comfortable with a woman, Sara had reassured her that Dr. Durand was the best gyno in the area and Amanda trusted her assessment. 

"Amanda Crape?"

"That's me," she said, standing and facing the pretty brunette nurse who was smiling at her in a welcoming manner. 

"Oh good, come back this way with me please." Amanda followed the nurse down to the hall, passing several exam rooms on the right, until the nurse turned and gestured to a door on the left. "This is the restroom. Please step inside and pee in the cup, then put the cup in the little window. After that you can meet me in Exam Room 3."

Trying not to make a face, Amanda hated peeing in cups, she nodded at the friendly nurse and went into the bathroom. The harsh lights in the small room made her pale skin look sallow and turned her naturally red hair to an unattractive orange. Normally Amanda would consider herself a pretty attractive young woman, with her distinct red hair and green eyes, the creamy pale skin with a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, not to mention that she had a pretty fit body. 34C breasts, a natural hourglass figure... her ass was a little flat but at least it existed and she had decent hips. Making a face at herself in the mirror, she wondered if maybe her assumptions about her attractiveness were wrong. After all, Travis definitely hadn't wanted to hang around for any of her so-called assets. It was a relief to make her way to Exam Room 3, which she had passed on the way to the bathroom, a few minutes later. The nurse was waiting in there for her.

"Just hop up onto the exam table. My name's Carrie by the way."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Amanda said nervously as she seated herself on the exam table. The way her legs hung off the side made her feel like a little kid, and she was having a hard time ignoring the stirrups at the end of the table. At least it was comfortably padded even if the room seemed a little cold. 

"Nice to meet you too. Is this your first time to any gyno or have you seen one before?"

And with that they were off and running on what seemed like endless questions. Amanda blushed as she confessed that yes, she had engaged in sexual activity. She also accepted the offer of the HPV vaccine. Insurance would cover it and since she and Travis had broken up she might as well, if she ended up ever having sex with someone else it was probably the safest way to go. Not that she was planning on it at the moment. 

The nurse must have seen something on her face because she immediately asked "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Amanda mumbled and then looked away. "I just... I haven't been sexually active very long. I wasn't planning on it, it just kind of happened."

"Is that why you want the vaccine? Do you need some STD tests?" Carrie asked, her voice full of sympathy.

Blushing even harder, Amanda shook her head. "No... nothing like that. We were both virgins. But we just broke up. Recently." Tears sparked in her eyes.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry." The older woman stood and gave Amanda a hug. "But you're young, you'll find someone else. Trust me, it'll be awful for a while, but eventually you'll find an even better guy."

"I hope so," Amanda said as Carrie started to set things up to take her blood pressure. "It's just... I thought I'd wait till marriage. And I didn't. And it ended up being awful." 

She had been too embarrassed to talk to any of her friends about it, but now with Carrie's sympathetic gaze, she found herself pouring out the entire experience to a complete stranger. While getting her blood pressure checked. And she even admitted that she was worried that Travis was right and she was frigid.

"Maybe I shouldn't both with the HPV vaccine," she concluded glumly. "Who's going to want to have sex with someone who's frigid anyway?"

"Oh honey, you aren't frigid!" Carrie exclaimed. "You're just inexperienced and so was he. Plus he was an asshat." Amanda giggled at this description and the indignant look on Carrie's face. "It gets better, I promise." She patted Amanda's arm. "Now, unfortunately I have to go help some other patients, but I can tell you that you will be just fine and you are definitely NOT frigid." She handed Amanda a pink paper gown folded and wrapped in plastic. "Take off everything and put this on, the opening to the front."

"Everything?" Amanda asked, her heart rate picking up a little as she gulped. 

Carrie nodded. "You can keep your socks on if you're worried about your feet getting cold. Dr. Durand will be here in a few minutes." She gave Amanda another warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, he'll take good care of you."

The door closed and Amanda was left alone in the exam room. Huffing out all the air in her lungs in one breath, she looked at the paper robe in her hand skeptically as she took it out of the package. Yikes. Just like the hospital robes she'd seen on TV - except that the opening was supposed to be in the front? Well, she guessed that made sense... it wasn't as if Dr. Durand was going to be examining her backside. Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she stripped off everything except her socks, folding it neatly onto the chair beside the exam table, and pulled the paper robe on.

As a redhead, pink was not her best color, so it was probably for the best that there weren't any mirrors in here. Absently she noted that this particular shade looked pretty good against her ivory skin, it was almost the exact same shade as her nipples. Shivering a little, she hopped back up onto the exam table, her legs hanging down the side again, and she rearranged the flimsy gown so that it didn't gape open the way it was trying to. Somehow she felt more naked wearing it than if she'd just been naked; her nipples had hardened in the slightly chilly air and were rubbing against the paper, she kept feeling like her trim red bush was peeking out from the front gap, and every time she moved the gown made little rustling noises. 

When the door to the office opened again she jumped, and flushed red as she immediately grabbed the front of the robe and tried to pull it back together. Fortunately Dr. Durand was looking down at the clipboard in front of him so he didn't see her inadvertent peep show or her jaw dropping as she got her first good look at him. He looked like a movie star! Very tall, broad shouldered, with dark brown skin, his curly hair was trimmed close to his head and his face looked like it had been sculpted from ebony. And were gynos supposed to have bodies like that? Underneath his white coat and buttoned down shirt, she could practically see the muscles bulging and moving beneath the fabric, as if clothes could barely contain his body.

Suddenly she realized that she felt warm and tingly all over, but especially between her legs and where her nipples were rubbing the inside of the paper gown. Heat bloomed in her cheeks. These were the exact sensations that she'd gotten when she read sexy romances! And the same sensations that had been mostly missing when she'd had sex with Travis. 

"Hello Miss Crape, do you mind if I call you Amanda?"

Oh God... his voice was as smooth and dark as his skin, almost a velvety sound that caressed her ears and gave her goose bumps along the back of her arms. The kind of voice that made women swoon... and combined with that face and body, it was enough to make Amanda press her thighs together. Hard. As if she could contain the strange new feelings that were creeping over her. A man's presence had never made her feel like this before! Although, other than Travis, she'd never been so unclothed in a man's presence before either. 

"Amanda's fine, thank you," she said, smiling weakly and trying to cover up how flustered she was. Her ankles crossed and re-crossed, her legs feeling twitchy. Dr. Durand looked up from his clipboard with those melting chocolate eyes and Amanda just about melted herself. 

"Very good, it's nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. Amanda took it, her tiny white hand looking absolutely dwarfed by his. His fingers were as big as sausages! His hand felt very strong and very warm, smooth, capable. The kind of hand she would want her doctor to have. Except that instead of feeling comforted by it, she just felt more unsettled. "So this is your first time at the gyno?" Amanda nodded and he gave her a warm smile. "Nothing to worry about, we'll take good care of you here."

When he released her hand she almost had to bite her tongue to stop herself from asking him to come back. It was like a visceral loss. 

"So," he said, referring back to the clipboard. "Carrie has noted that you are recently sexually active, but are worried that there's something wrong with you?"

"My boyfriend said I was frigid." The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them and she clapped her hand over her lips, staring at Dr. Durand in complete horror. To her relief he just gave her that warm smile again, looking rather sympathetic and comforting. 

"Well that's certainly something that we can check out today, although I don't think you need to be worried in the slightest," he said. "Now, why don't you lay down on your back. You don't need to put your feet in the stirrups yet."

Nervously Amanda shifted around on the table, doing her best to lie down while keeping herself covered as Dr. Durand watched her every movement. When she finally had herself situated, he moved closer to the bed, practically looming over her. Amanda's breath caught in her throat as he reached to open her robe.

"No! Wait..." she started to try to sit up as she clutched at the front of the robe, holding it closed. The entire situation made her far too anxious and she wasn't ready yet. But one of Dr. Durand's large hands was already resting on her collarbone, above her breasts, pushing her inexorably back down. Amanda stared up at him with wide, startled green eyes, one hand still clutching the front of the robe closed over her breasts, the other over her mound. 

"I understand that this can be very nerve-wracking the first time," Dr. Durand said comfortingly. "But you have to relax if we're going to finish the examination in a timely manner, do you think you can do that?"

"I don't know," she said, blinking nervously, almost on the verge of tears. Something about Dr. Durand compelled her to honesty, even when it was embarrassing. In fact, staring up into his fathomless dark eyes, she felt almost hypnotized, her breathing slowing as he put his hand on top of hers and smiled warmly. Amanda allowed him to move her hand up by the side of her head, only noticing when it was too late that he was securing it with a strap that she hadn't noticed at first.

"Wait!" she cried out as he took her other hand in his, struggling to pull it away. "What are you doing?"

Speaking calmly, as if he wasn't concerned at all by her protests, Dr. Durand replied, "In order to continue the examination I think it's best if we restrain your hands."

"Wait, wait, wait," Amanda wailed, completely ignored. Tears spilled from emerald eyes onto ivory cheeks, and yet the tall, handsome doctor was completely unmoved as he strapped her arm down beside her head, leaving her completely unprotected. Now that she had no hands with which to defend herself, Amanda realized that her robe was gaping open, showing over both her cleavage and her red, trimmed bush, despite the tie around the waist. 

Ignoring the lower half of her body, Dr. Durand pulled the sides of the robe back to expose her breasts, pert pink nipples hard and sticking straight up from the creamy mounds of her breast. Amanda whimpered, although her cries had ceased. 

"Nicely sized, very proportionate," Dr. Durand murmured as he began to palpitate her right breast. It was a strange sensation, rather clinical and distant, his fingers briskly massaging over the flesh, checking for lumps. 

Choking back her fear, Amanda let her arms relax. This actually wasn't so bad. The way in which he was touching her was a little strange, but it felt very doctor-like. Still, her nipples stayed erect, causing her to blush with embarrassment, although Dr. Durand didn't seemed bothered by it at all. Then, once he had palpitated both of her breasts, he cupped them rather intimately and Amanda sucked in a breath, her eyes widening with shock as he brushed his thumbs over her erect nipples. This didn't seem doctor-like at all!

"You seem quite responsive," Dr. Durand said, almost conversationally. As he leaned over to get a better view of her ivory mounds, cupped in his dark black hands, Amanda had the sudden, incongruent thought that she could kiss him if she were just to lift her head... "I'm surprised that you think you're frigid."

"I don't know if I am," she said, her spirits suddenly crushed as she remembered the humiliation of hearing Travis call her that. "It's just what my boyfriend - my ex-boyfriend - said."

"Hmmm," Dr. Durand replied, squeezing her breasts a little harder. Amanda stifled a moan. His big dark hands felt so good on her breasts, warm and caressing. Even looking down at his hands on her was erotic, they were so large and dark on her small, white frame, her nipples looking even pinker against the deep brown of his skin. 

Continuing to cup her breasts, Dr. Durand pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them a little and Amanda gasped, her head falling back as the sensation went straight to her pussy with a wet shock. Her thighs tightened together, rubbing, as she tried to relieve the need that was quickly growing between her legs. 

"Yes, quite responsive," Dr. Durand murmured, watching her face as she gasped and let out a little moan. Before she could be embarrassed, his lips were on hers, kissing her quite demandingly. Amanda gasped in shock and his tongue thrust between her lips, invading her mouth. He tasted of mint, like a cool, clean wind, and he tugged at her nipples, harder, as he kissed her. It felt so good, both the kiss and the way he was pinching and rolling her nipples, and Amanda found herself responding automatically, her back arching to thrust her breasts upwards, her tongue sliding erotically against his.

In fact, she almost forgot that she was restrained to an examination table, until she tried to bring her hands up to touch him back. The sudden reminder of her vulnerability and helplessness caused a flash of fear to trickle through her, but somehow that only seemed to add to her arousal, the adrenaline hardening her nipples even further. 

When Dr. Durand released her mouth from his heady kiss, Amanda was left panting for breath. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see his head lowering to her chest and she cried out a protest as he sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth. Oh, but it felt so good! Even though it shouldn't!

This couldn't possibly be a normal gynecological exam!

"Oh please... please stop..." she moaned and writhed as the hand which had been on her nipple traveled down her stomach and his fingers slid through the fiery hair of her bush. Just one inch further and he'd known exactly how wet she was, how aroused by her gynecologist. How humiliating! She bucked her hips to try and remove his hand, but that only seemed to encourage him.

The thick tip of one finger rubbed against her clit and Amanda found herself writhing for an entirely new reason as his digit circled her swollen bud. There seemed to be a direct line of sensation between the nipple that was caught between his teeth, being wetly suckled, and the throbbing pulse of her clit, one that she hadn't been aware of until he'd begun to stimulate both. As his finger dipped lower and touched her felt folds, she pressed her thighs together, trapping his dark hand between the ivory columns. But not before he'd felt the wetness of her core.

When Dr. Durand straightened, his hand still trying to press further between her legs, his other hand still plucking at one nipple and leaving the other wet in the cool air of the exam room, he smiled at Amanda with a look of triumph in his eyes. 

"You don't feel frigid at all to me," he said smugly. Amanda just groaned, not knowing how to respond to such a statement. 

No, she didn't seem frigid at all right now, but this wasn't how she had reacted to her boyfriend! So why was she behaving like this with her doctor, of all people?

She cried out in shock as Dr. Durand moved around to the end of the table and grabbed one of her ankles, placing it in the stirrup and attached a strap around it. As before, he ignored her protests and pleas, easily handling her as he restrained each of her legs in the stirrups. Grasping her by the waist, he pulled her down the table so that her hands were left high above her head and the creamy globes of her ass were just hanging off of the end of the table, before he secured another restraint around her waist to hold her in place. Then he took each of the stirrups and spread them wide. Amanda groaned as her muscles stretched; she could feel the cool air of the exam room on the inner folds of her pussy, letting her know exactly how exposed she was by the position. 

"Please, please stop," she begged.

"Now, now Amanda, we're not done with your exam yet," he said, giving her a wide grin. Slowly his smiles had become more lascivious through her visit and Amanda tugged her wrists against the restraints as this particular smile seemed to promise all sorts of erotic delights. Her breasts wobbled as she struggled and she saw him shift his gaze down to the ample bounty before she stopped struggling. 

When he moved to stand between her legs, she could see the sizable bulge pressing against his pants. There was no doubt that her doctor was just as aroused as he'd made her! She moaned, as the knowledge wasn't at all reassuring. The feeling of his gaze on her exposed and vulnerable body was both exciting and frightening; the paper robe was covering nothing more than her upper arms now, everything else was vulnerable to his eyes and hands. A thick finger slid up and down the center of her feminine folds and she whimpered, trying not to jerk her hips in encouragement.. the sensation was extremely erotic but she knew that this wasn't what she was supposed to be feeling right now. 




First Time at the Gyno



"No, I don't think you're frigid at all," he said slowly. "But perhaps it's better if I make sure."

Not waiting for her response, he suddenly thrust his finger inside of her and Amanda cried out at the shocking intrusion. His digit was quite thick in her tiny, barely used hole, and she could feel her muscles tightening around him, trying to push him back out again. Swirling his finger around her insides, he pumped it back and forth a few times and Amanda writhed at the sinful sensation of his finger rooting around inside of her, her imagination flowering as she wondered what it looked like... that thick black sausage plunging into her soft pink hole. 

"That's it," he crooned to her as a second finger joined the first, stretching her wonderfully. He rocked the heel of his palm against her upper cunt, trapping her swollen clit between her body and his hand as his fingers thrust and pumped inside of her. Amanda moaned and gyrated her hips in response, tension coiling deep in her belly. Leaning over, Dr. Durand sucked her the nipple that had previously been unattended by his mouth between his lips, nibbling and pulling at it with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. His free hand grasped her other breast, pinching that nipple quite tightly as he increased the manual assault on her pussy, fucking her with his fingers. 

Amanda was awash in new sensations, her body rocking instinctively against Dr. Durand's hand, her breasts pressed upwards against his mouth and fingers. She thought she might actually pass out from the sheer pleasure that he was creating inside of her, the unbearable tension of her body - like a taut wire that had been heated in a forge and was being pulled thinner and thinner. Inside of her his fingers curved upwards, pressing against a roughened spot and the wire snapped.

"Oh God.... Dr. Durand!!! OOOOOH!" 

She thrashed against her restraints, but was unable to truly move, as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, her body pulsing around his thrusting fingers as he continued to force her to ride his hand throughout the orgasm. Amanda had never felt anything so wonderful in her entire life, it was like all of the suppressed energy that she'd every amassed was suddenly bursting out from her, tension was fleeing at such a fast rate that her body was throbbing. The talented thick fingers inside of her wriggled as his hand rubbed hard against her sensitive flesh, drawing out the rapture as her insides convulsed around him, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room. 

It was only as the wonder of her climax began to fade that she opened her eyes to find him watching her, staring at her so intently that she wondered if he could see into her soul when he looked at her like that. The moment was extremely intimate, his fingers still buried inside of her body, his hand on her breast, and Amanda still panting from the exertion of her climax. She blushed, wondering what he thought of her at that moment. Frigid wasn't the right word, but wanton might be! 

"Very nice Amanda," he said in a growly, low voice, his fingers still slowly pumping inside of her as he wrung the last shudders from her limp body. "You're quite delightful when you cum. I'd say your problem isn't that you're frigid, you just chose the wrong man to begin your sexual experiences with."

"Oh," she said, trying to think of something else to say. Now that the erotic need had been satisfied she was starting to feel rather uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, the feeling of his thick fingers still inside of her. While it wasn't unpleasant, she knew that she shouldn't have allowed him to do what he did. Not that she'd really had that much choice in the matter, considering the restraints he'd put her in, but surely she could have kept herself from enjoying it so much if she'd really wanted to. She tugged her wrists again. "Can you let me go now?"

Smiling, he slowly slid his fingers from her pussy, making her shiver. "No, my dear, your examination isn't over yet."

"Oh," she said again, feeling somewhat at a loss as he meticulously wiped his fingers off with a tissue and pulled a tray over to him, seating himself at the juncture of his legs where he would have the best view of her satiated pussy folds. Because of the way she was positioned Amanda couldn't see what was on the tray and she felt her anxiety rising again. "What else do you have to do?"

"Several things," he said cheerfully. "First of all, let's take your temperature."

"My temperature?" she asked confused as she heard him fiddling with some of the instruments. It wasn't until something cold and slick and smooth pressed against her tiny crinkled anus that he realized his intent. "No! Please NO!"

She began to struggle wildly but it was no use. The restraints held her firmly in place, unable to even scoot away from the awful instrument as Dr. Durand continued to ignore her and pressed the thin, glass rod into her bottom. It didn't hurt, but it felt rather uncomfortable and it was far too strange. Not to mention wrong. Things weren't supposed to go in there! Face hot with shame, Amanda moaned her humiliation as Dr. Durand fitted the thermometer to her tight asshole. It was obviously well lubed, from the way it slid in so easily. Slowly the cool surface heated from the temperature of her body and Dr. Durand amused himself by sliding it back and forth a few times rather than just letting it sit easily in her rectum, mimicking the sex act with the thermometer and her tight asshole. Amanda whimpered and wriggled, suffering through the indignity as best she could because there was no other option. 

Finally the doctor removed the thermometer and checked it and Amanda let out all of her breath on a whoosh; she hadn't even realized that she'd been holding it. The little smile that Dr. Durand gave her, with the twinkle in his eye, was almost as embarrassing as having a thermometer up her bottom. 

"Normal temperature," he reassured her. Amanda just shot him a look in response. "Now I'm going to insert a speculum and do the vaginal exam."

Amanda relaxed, knowing from her conversation with Sara that this was a normal part of the exam. She wasn't ready for the cool steel of the speculum, even though it had obviously been coated with some kind of lubricant. Her pussy shuddered around it and she tried not to clench. The probing tool was long and rigid, pushing its way into her body so very deep, and she could feel every cold inch of it. Then Dr. Durand began to crank it open. Amanda groaned as her muscles strained, feeling her tight hole being widened. She realized that Dr. Durand must be able to actually see inside of her now, all the way into her pussy. 

"Ouch! Please, no more," she cried out as he opened her further. Surely he didn't need to spread the awful tool anymore, she must already been open enough to complete the exam.

"Just a bit further," he murmured and Amanda cried out again as her vaginal walls were forcibly separated; it felt like the awful thing was splitting her in two! Then, finally, he stopped, leaving her panting for breath as her body struggled to adjust to its new dimensions. "You've got a nice, tight vagina Amanda. Very response, quick to lubricate." She moaned as she felt his fingers rubbing the flesh of her hole that wasn't being pressed open by the speculum, it felt so strange to have him touching her walls like that when she was spread so far open. "Looks nice and healthy. I just need to take a quick swab from your cervix with this q-tip."

Something poked deep inside of her.

"OUCH! That hurts!"

"All done," he said with a smile to her, holding up the super long q-tip. "You have quite a nice vagina, Amanda, very muscular and quite deep. You'll be able to accommodate just about any man that you'd like to." The crass words uttered in such a clinical voice confused her as he continued to examine her open cunt, poking and prodding at the interior with his fingers until Amanda thought she might die of embarrassment. Finally he slid the speculum from her pussy and the walls quickly snapped shut. Dr. Durand nodded thoughtfully. "Very elastic, that's good. It would take quite a bit of effort to stretch you out in any meaningful way."

She stared at him, looking down over her breasts and copper topped mound to the black man who was still inspecting her goodies, not paying attention to anything but those most intimate parts. The things he said sounded so reasonable in tone, but the content was appalling! Men weren't supposed to talk to women like that, were they? Especially not doctors!

Something poked at her anus and she clenched automatically. 

"Stop it! Now what?"

"Now I'd like to examine this tight little asshole," he said calmly, throwing her into a completely state of heightened anxiety. How could he sound so calm when he was saying such things? "You need to relax your bottom or this might hurt."

"Please don't," she said with a low moan, but she could feel his lubricated finger pressing harder against her crinkled hole. It was difficult to maintain a constant tightening of her sphincter and her virgin asshole slowly gave way to his digital assault as she pleaded and began to cry, completely undone by this unexpected maneuver. 

"Calm down," Dr. Durand ordered her as he sank his finger deeper, all the way to the second knuckle of his finger. Amanda shook her head and cried harder. "If you don't calm down Amanda, I will have to take further measures."

She tried to stop crying then, she really did, but she was so humiliated by this backdoor invasion that she couldn't quite quell the tears, even though she was terrified about what "further measures" might entail. Shaking his head, Dr. Durand leaned forward, and Amanda gasped as he put his mouth directly on the open folds of her pussy. It certainly stopped her crying; she was so shocked by the intimate probing of his tongue into her pussy hole that her tears ceased immediately. 

Oh no... it felt... it felt... wonderful. Hot. Sinful. Delicious. The finger in her backside suddenly felt a lot less uncomfortable and lot more forbiddingly erotic. She didn't want to like it, but the strange full feeling and the slight burning friction was suddenly feeling... quite good. Amanda whimpered and wriggled, but that didn't stop Dr. Durand from pushing his finger in further, burying it all the way up to his last knuckle. The long thick digit felt so wrong inside of her, her tight ring of muscle gripping it with every clenching pulse as her body responded to the expert pussy licking that he was inflicting on her.

Amanda was helpless to stop him, just as she had been from the beginning, and she felt her body begin to give way, to submit into the restraints and just go along for the ride. If it was impossible to stop him, then why not just enjoy it? Giving in felt so wrong, but there was literally nothing else she could do.

As he sucked her erect clit into his mouth, Amanda moaned fitfully, her toes actually curling at the wonderful sensation. The finger in her ass pumped back and forth, slick and unyielding as he stretched out the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her most intimate hole. It was starting to feel really good, even though she knew it shouldn't.

Well she certainly wasn't frigid. The thought made her want to giggle, a little hysterically, but the sound was turned into a gasping moan as Dr. Durand pulled his mouth and finger away, leaving her wet and wanting. Then something cold and slick pressed against her anus, an anal speculum!

"Oh please... no...." she pled, horrified as the degrading instrument slid deeper into her. Despite the heat of her backdoor, it took long moments for the thing to begin to warm with her body temperature, long moments in which she could feel it sliding deeper inside of her, invading her in a most horrible way. She began to beg again as he cranked it open, feeling her hole gaping open as he stretched her. 

Why she bothered pleading anymore she didn't know, other than she couldn't seem to stop herself.

Her anus protested and clenched to no avail as the merciless doctor continued to expand her rear entry, examining her pink walls with something approaching glee. 

"Nice and tight back here too, I see," he commented. "You'd need quite a bit of work to stretch you out enough to take a cock."

The idea of a man putting his dick in her asshole made Amanda feel a little faint. Maybe she was a little frigid after all. Even though his finger had started to feel kind of good after a bit, it was much smaller than any cock.

When he slid the speculum out of her ass she moaned as she felt the tiny hole slowly closing back up again. It felt like she had to go to the bathroom, but there was nothing there.

"Are we done?" she asked, whimpering.

"Almost," said Dr. Durand. "I just have one more test to make sure that you're not frigid."

Standing between her legs, he made some adjustments at waist level and she could hear the sound of fabric sliding against flesh. Amanda's eyes got very big as he stepped up between her legs, fisting his hand around his cock. It was much longer and thicker than Travis', a huge black snake with a purplish head. Pre-cum was already gathering at its tip. She stared at it like she'd never seen a cock before.

"Since you're not on birth control, I'll take care of that myself," he said as he rolled a condom over the long length. Amanda was rather shocked to see that it fit him at all.

It wasn't until he moved even closer to her, aiming the head for her spread and vulnerably pussy that she finally snapped out of her frozen state.

"You can't!" she cried out in a high, shrill voice that didn't sound like hers at all. "You're a doctor!"

"And you came in with a complaint of being frigid," Dr. Durand said calmly as he rubbed his head up and down the length of her slit, teasing her clit with the rubbery head. To her dismay, it felt rather good. The fires that he'd stoked with his tongue had not completely subsided and her hips lifted automatically as he teased her entrance. "If you didn't want me to treat that complaint that you shouldn't have mentioned it and you should have read the paperwork you signed more carefully."

Had there been something in the paperwork? She had to admit, she hadn't read every single word. Most doctors papers said the same thing and she'd gotten out of the habit of even skimming over it before affixing her signature to the page. What on earth had she agreed to?

Her thoughts and recriminations were interrupted by an intense pressure at her pussy hole as Dr. Durand began to press forward with his plans. Amanda writhed and cried out as her muscles stretched wide, only slightly loosened by her ordeal with the speculum. In fact, Dr. Durand's cock was forcing her body to spread even larger than the awful instrument had.

"Ooooooh nooooooooo," she moaned, struggling uselessly against the bonds as the head of his cock popped inside of her. There was no way he could fit that entire thing inside of her, he would break her! "Please... you can't.... you're too big... I can't..."

"Shhh," he soothed, rubbing his hand over her lower stomach, the other traveling upwards to begin fondling her breasts again. "You can take it, I promise. Your pretty little pussy was made to take a big cock like mine."

And with that, he thrust his hips and surged deeper as Amanda let out a long howl of shock and mortification. With her legs and arms restrained there was no way to stop him, all she could do was wriggle like a fish on a hook as he did what he wanted with her young body. Her inner muscles strained around his thick girth as she panted for breath and he wasn't even all the way inside of her yet!

Looking down the length of her body she had to admit that the spectacle they created was extremely erotic, with Dr. Durand's dark hands wandering over her creamy skin, his thick black cock sliding beneath her fiery mound. The juxtaposition of the colors of her body against his was quite striking and rather arousing. He was looking down between her legs where his cock was disappearing into her pink pussy, framed by curly red hairs, as if he enjoyed the contrast as much as she secretly did. That or he just liked watching the long length of his cock sliding into her body.

Every thrust of his hips forced her muscles apart further, burying himself deeper into her cunt. His cock was rubbing against places that no man had ever touched before.

"Mmmm, nice and tight," he said as he tweaked her nipples, making her back arch. "Very wet too."

"So I'm not frigid? You can stop now?" There wasn't any real hope in her voice, but she had to ask. Had to try.

Dr. Durand just chuckled. "Oh no, my dear. A doctor must see his treatment through to the end."

His words were punctuated by her moans as he finished shoving the last of his long cock into her overly stretched hole. The press of his body against her sensitive pussy lips only made her more aroused, and she found herself moving her hips as best she could to rub herself against him. Smiling contentedly, Dr. Durand pulled halfway out of the tight grip of her body and then shoved back in, hard and fast. 

Amanda's moans became higher and longer as he began to fuck her in earnest, his long cock dragging out of her and then plunging back in. The suction of her pussy made a sloppy wet sound as he pounded in and out of her, her inner muscles clamping down on him as the muscles in her legs quivered, trying to move. She had the undeniable desire to wrap her legs around his body. The complete powerlessness of her situation began to seem more and more erotic as he ravaged her body, raping her pussy hard and deep. And she was beginning to love it.

"Oh please..." she moaned, writhing as must as she could, no longer sure if she was begging him to stop or to fuck her harder. The slap and drag of his cock in and out of her body felt so good. He had been right; her pussy was meant to take a big cock like his, in fact, she was just barely deep enough to fully accommodate him. Some thrusts were so powerful that the head of his cock bumped against her cervix and made her gasp and thrash as the flashing mix of pleasure and pain rippled through her.

"That's it," he murmured. "Fuck me back, Amanda."

And despite her restrained position, she realized that she was. Her hips were moving as much as she could, her muscles clenching around him to bring them both more pleasure, and she was moaning like a whore. This wasn't anything like her time with Travis when she'd lain almost passively, just waiting for it to be over. This was hot... sinful... a dark craving that had been awakened inside of her that demanded to be satisfied.

She felt almost out of control for her need for him, her head tilting forward so that she could watch his hips slamming into her splayed thighs, his cock jutting out from the sexy planes of his body, the bottom of his shirt flapping as he fucked her. Somehow it seemed right that she was almost completely naked while he was almost completely clothed. His fingers were splayed, like raven's wings on a cloud, caressing her stomach and breasts, fueling her need. 

If he stopped now, she'd kill him.

Then his big, dark hand slid down her stomach and pressed against the top of her mound, his thumb sliding through the hairs and dipping down to rub her engorged clit. 

"Oh fuck.... oh FUCK Dr. Durand.... FUCK ME!" she yelled as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, tormenting the little bud. Her pussy tightened around his rampaging cock and she convulsed with the intense sensations as he pinched her swollen nub between his fingers and rubbed it back and forth. Juices flowed from her pussy and down into her asscrack as she screamed her climax, the ecstasy rolling over her and sending her reeling. Amanda jerked and shuddered in her restraints, the tingling, sizzling explosions of pleasure bursting in her core and spreading outwards through the rest of her body until she thought she might faint from the pleasure.




First Time at the Gyno



Then Dr. Durand released her clit, allowing Amanda to get her breath back as the intensity of the sensations receded a bit.

"My turn," he said with a grin.

Grasping her hips with his hands, he began a much rougher, faster pounding of her nubile young body, leaning forward as he took his pleasure in her wet, grasping cunt. There was no attempt to give her further pleasure, but the way he was leaning over her, with his body slamming against her pleasure swollen clit at the end of every stroke, Amanda found herself wracked with smaller climaxes, small bursts of ecstasy that made her spasm and gasp with the continuing rapture.

When he slammed deep and held himself, she cried out as her abused muscles clamped around him, milking the cum from him. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, throbbing against her walls, as he groaned and emptied his load into the condom. Gasping, he fell forward, his head landing on her soft breast as his body jerked with the last of his orgasm. Amanda shuddered and felt her pussy clench again, as if her body was trying to suck the cum out of the condom. Part of her wished that she'd been able to feel him filling her up with his seed.

What was wrong with her?

"Nothing," said Dr. Durand, lifting his head and giving her a soft kiss on the lips. Amanda blushed as she realized that she'd vocalized her thought. "You're certainly not frigid. You're a healthy young woman who has just had a sexual awakening, that's all."

Somehow his reassurance really did make her feel much better. Despite the fact that she'd moaned and screamed in ecstasy, despite the fact that she'd creamed herself all over his hands and cock during the most invasive and humiliating experience of her life, Dr. Durand didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with her at all. And he should know.

When he pulled himself free of her body, Amanda felt the loss immediately as her pussy gaped. She felt quite sore, but in a good way.

Meticulously, Dr. Durand pulled the condom from his cock - which still looked huge limp - and wiped it off with a tissue, tucking himself back into his pants before coming back to release her from the restraints.

"You might be sore for the next couple of days," he said as Amanda adjusted the robe back around her; despite the fact that he was now intimately acquainted with her body, it felt too strange to be so exposed while he was completely clothed. "Take a few aspirin as needed. I'm going to write you a prescription for birth control and - " he picked up a packet from the tray " - here's a free sample pack to get you started. It should be effective after a month, however it doesn't protect against STDs so it's best to use a condom in addition unless you're very sure of your partner." Smiling amiably, as if nothing more than a doctor examining his patient had just happened, Dr. Durand held out his hand. "It was very nice to meet you Amanda, I look forward to your next visit."

Feeling almost dazed, Amanda shook his hand and watched as he exited the room, writing a few notes on his clipboard as he walked. The door closed with a click and she gave herself a small shake and hopped off of the exam table, wincing a bit as her legs closed. Yes, she was going to be more than a little sore. That had been quite a thorough examination, followed by an even more thorough fucking. Hobbling a little as her muscles got used to being able to move again, she picked up a few tissues and wiped off her pussy and asshole, gingerly touching the latter. Maybe she should get some anal toys to play with. Small ones. It really hadn't felt that bad, in fact it had been quite exiting.

Her pussy was definitely satisfied.

Rather bemused, Amanda got dressed, putting the little pack of pills in her purse. Now that she knew that she wasn't frigid and that she could both satisfy herself and someone else, sex suddenly seemed a lot more appealing. Birth control was a good idea.

When she exited the room Carrie was standing there waiting for her, looking just as chipper as earlier.

"Dr. Durand said you're good to go," she chattered as she led Amanda back to the front room. "And he said that you have ah... no problems whatsoever in the area that you were worried about." She winked at Amanda who smiled a little weakly back and wondered how much of the visit Carrie would have been able to hear through the door. Wondered if she knew exactly what Dr. Durand's idea of 'treatment' was. Although she had to admit that she did feel much more confident about herself now. The unexciting sex hadn't been her fault, at least not hers alone. Sure she'd been inexperienced, but Travis had been too and they both could have done more to make it better.

Selfish jerk. He'd never know what he was missing out on.

Carrie checked the clipboard that Dr. Durand had left at the front desk. "It says he'd like to see you in a month to see how the birth control is working out for you."

One month... which just happened to be how long it took for the birth control to become effective. A small smile curved on Amanda's face. "That sounds great."



First Time at the Movies



Kevin and I had seen each other once before. Although it was only our second date, I felt like I had known him for much longer. Like most weekends, Kevin and I decided to go see a movie that had just been brought out into theatres, then dinner afterwards.

The weather couldn't have been more perfect. It had been about 80 the whole day, with a beautiful sunset to follow. I had dressed in a cute little mini-skirt that I had bought for the summer and paired it with a pink shirt that matched. Kevin and I met up in my town, and I drove there, quietly thinking how sexy he was sitting next to me. His skin was perfect, and his eyes were the melting point for me. He couldn't have been any more perfect in my eyes.

As we were pulling into the movie theatre parking lot, Kevin looked at me and said,

"I want to kiss you so passionately like you've never been kissed before." 

It made me giggle to think of how serious Kevin was, but I leaned in anyways and gave him a huge kiss with a little tongue included. Kevin was quite surprised. He hadn't expected my tongue, and it was my pleasure!

We got out of my car, and make our way to the front of the movies, with Kevin grabbing my ass every few steps. I blushed often and finally had enough and smacked his ass back. He let a laugh out and grinned at me like he was up to no good. We stood in the movie line, holding each other's butt-cheeks and made it to the front of the line and bought our tickets. We had glance behind us to see an older couple, I'd guess around their mid 40's who stared at the two of us like we were perverts. I nodded my head at them and winked my eye slowly strutting into the movie theatre with Kevin.

It was very dark and the previews had just ended, meaning the movie was soon to begin. Kevin and I made our way up many rows of seats, finally deciding on two seats that were in the farthest most private corner where it was heavily darkened. I pulled my skirt out from under me and smoothed it before sitting down. Kevin put his arm around me as the movie started, and I snuggled into him.

The theatre darkened and the movie began. I felt myself (being in dark places makes me really horny) and noticed I was wet. I was pleased with myself, knowing the night was only going to get better. Kevin finally stretched, giving me some time to reposition myself. He gently placed his large, oversized hand on my leg, and gently massaged my leg. My God, I can't believe how wonderful that felt to me. I could feel my clit get wet with pleasure, and grinned, knowing what was next to cum. Kevin slowly moved his hand down my leg, stopping mid-thigh before snatching a glance at me. Our eyes met, and we both grinned and leaned in close for a kiss. Kevin grabbed my breast, and gave it a gentle, yet forceful kiss, and I sucked on his neck. His hand finally reached my juicy lips, and he found my "love button."

Kevin must have played with my love button for 20 minutes or so, because each time he squeezed my clit with his three fingers, I moaned and wiggled in ecstasy. I instinctively spread my legs, wanting him to finger fuck me until the end of the movie. Kevin reached into my sweet hole, and pressed his fingers against my vagina. I couldn't take this excitement too much longer; I wanted him inside of me. I told Kevin how he was making me so hot, and he offered to get on his hands and knees and suck on my hot pink pussy. I grabbed his hair, and breathed into his ear, 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah... Lick my wet pussy... lick it all night till you can't stand it anymore."

And as ordered, Kevin got on his hands and knees and slid my skirt off, tugging at my undies with his teeth. I propped my feet up on the chairs in front of me, and slid my body into the chair. Kevin brought his head slowly into my thighs, breathing in my scent as he leaned forward and brought his warm tongue to my wet pussy. He licked ever so gently at first, tuning into my needs, then speeding up as he felt necessary. I arched my back, twirling my nipple in one hand, and pinching Kevin's nipple in my other. Oh God, I was so turned on. I could feel myself so incredibly wet, that I bent forward to touch myself. I pushed Kevin's face away from my swollen pussy, and slid 2 of my fingers in. Faster and faster I went, nearing the point of orgasm. There was no turning back now.

I slowly undid Kevin's pants, allowing them to fall to the floor, and I easily found his erected cock. It was soooo long, I wasn't sure how I'd fit it all into my mouth, but I'd figure it out somehow. I brought my hands around his cock, and slowly massaged it. I could feel it tighten up and pulsate; it felt so incredible. I brought my mouth to the tip of his engorged cock, and took a quick swipe with my pierced tongue. Kevin let out a slow and long "Hmmmmmmmm, god, suck my cock Amber. It feels sooooooo good." I brought his cock into my mouth, and gave it the most loving attention that it deserved. I tasted the first glistening drops of 'pre-cum' slide out of the tip, and I licked them off like they were the last few drops I'd ever receive.

I had gotten so hot and heavy with Kevin, I barely noticed the lights flicker and light up the theatre. The movie had ended, and people were up and leaving. We gathered our things together and sat alone for awhile, just making out and snuggling. That night has been the best night of my life so far, and next time I can't wait to go to the movies with him again!!



First Time at the Sauna



I leaned back against the damp wood of the bench. Steam billowed all around me, condensing across my body, hiding the sweat I was pouring from my nervousness. This was my first time at a sauna.

I'd heard of them online in gay chat rooms, these mysterious places men went for casual sex. After much searching I'd found one, and after I'd supplied them with a medical certificate clearing me of any diseases I was free to go along. But at first I hadn't.

I was still in the closet at this stage in my life. I was only 19 and terrified of what my friends or family would think if they found out I preferred the company of men. My sexual experience was limited to a couple of quick blowjobs in alleyways with older men I'd met on the Internet. If anyone had ever recognized me or told anyone about my secret life, I was terrified I'd be ostracized. I was misguided as it turned out, but at the time I didn't know any better. I could satisfy my anal urges with a dildo I has secretly bought myself, and whenever I craved the taste of cum I could just go online to find a willing stranger, but no method had yet presented itself for actually having anal with another guy, at least none that wouldn't risk me getting caught or AIDs. So until this day I was basically a virgin.

But after a few weeks of indecision I manned up, paid the fee, and went on my first night out at the sauna. The building itself fascinated me. There was a hotel-esque lobby manned by a cute boy in a very nice suit, but just beyond it was a high-school style changing room. As soon as I walked in I could smell the sex in the air. Testosterone seemed to be the main ingredient here, and that's when the butterfly's really began - I was about to have sex with a man for the first time. The changing room was extremely tame. Most of the men avoided eye contact in here, much like a normal changing room. Steam was billowing through doors up and down the room, and occasionally a loud moan could be heard from beyond them. 

On any normal day, getting undressed around all of these guys would have got me pretty frisky, but today I just felt nervous. As I wrapped the towel around me and stowed my belongings in a locker I had to take a few deep breathes to brace myself. I'd cleaned myself very thoroughly before coming here, and even loosened myself up with the dildo. But I still couldn't shake the feeling I wasn't ready for this. In hindsight that was just inexperience and nervousness, but at the time it took a lot for me to steel myself and walk down the changing room to the nearest steamy door. I barely even noticed the hot bodies on the guys getting changed, I was way too wound up.

I stepped into the sauna nervously, and peering through the billowing steam I couldn't see anyone at all. I walked to the end of the room - it was quite long - and found a door at the other end that led to another room filled with cubicles. There was a fair amount of groaning and moaning going on in here, and it was clear that this is where the smell of sex was coming from. Not quite ready for that room just yet I walked back to the middle of the sauna and sat down to calm myself.

It did not take long before I was relaxed by the steam, and the distant moans and groans were beginning to make my cock swell. I ignored it as best I could, I didn't want to come this far and give up by jacking off. It was just then I became aware of a man walking towards me. I closed my eyes and leaned back, not wanting to make eye contact in case I wasn't supposed to. The man sat down on the same bench as me, at the opposite end.

"Hi there," he offered, "I haven't seen you around here before."

Startles, I looked over at him. He was middle-aged, probably about 40-ish. He was going bald, but had a smiling, trustworthy face. He was firmly built with a thin coat of dark black hair down his chest, arms and back. He was clean shaven, and like me was wearing only a towel.

"Oh, well it's my first time here."

"I thought so, you looked a bit lonely in here by yourself." He wasn't speaking with pity at all, just stating fact, as if to say, 'I know that feeling.'

I found myself smiling at him, and he moved a little further down the bench toward me.

"Yeah, I haven't been on the scene too long."

"We've all been there. You've picked a good place to start out though, this club is one of the safest around. I'm guessing you're still in the closet?" I nodded. "So is almost everyone who comes here. I'm an exception to the rule." He added quickly with a grin.

"Even some of the older men?" I asked, astonished.

"Yup, them especially. Most of them are businessmen whose reputation would be ruined if word got out. You could meet your own boss in here and word would never leave this building, because chances are he's hiding it too." 

I suddenly felt much better, most of the nervousness slipped away when he said that. Thinking back, he probably knew exactly what to say to newcomers.

"I'm Alex by the way," I said as I held out my hand.

"Griff," he said as he shook it. "Nice to meet you."

There was a pause, and he suddenly asked, "So are you a virgin?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, have you ever had sex with a guy before?"

I explained to him my sad history of quick blowjobs.

"No anal?"

"Not with a guy, but I do have a dildo I use a lot."

"Ah dildos, worth their weight in gold sometimes." We laughed together.

"So I take it from that you're mostly a bottom then?"

"Well I'm not sure, I think so, I mean I like having stuff in me like that and I like sucking cock, so yeah you could say so. You?"

"I'm quite versatile. I enjoy giving and receiving, but I tend to prefer giving," he said with a sly smile.

"Listen," he reached out and placed and a hand on the towel across my thigh, "I like you, and seeing as you're new around here why don't I show you things normally work."

I was more than happy for that. This guy wasn't the most attractive I'd seen around the building, but he seemed so nice I couldn't say no. "I'd like that."

He took my hand, and led me towards the door at the other end of the room. As we stepped out of the sauna the temperature dropped several degrees, and I felt a wave of goosebumps run briefly up my arms. The cubicles in here were pretty fancy, nothing like you'd find in a public restroom. The walls were thick, and went from floor to ceiling. The doors did too, and had noticeable locks on them. As we walked past I peeked into the few empty ones. There was a wide, bed-sized recess in the wall at the end of each one with a mattress on it. In little bowls on a shelf were condoms and small sachets of lube. Muffled grunts and moans were very clearly audible now through the walls, and men in crisp black hotelier uniforms were going from cubicle to cubicle resetting them after the occupants left them.

Griff lead me past these cubicles, and we came upon a slightly larger room with slightly larger cubicles. 

"That last room is used for blowjobs mostly," he explained, "the mattresses aren't really big enough for proper fun." He finished this with a quick wink that made my cock jump.

Far more of these cubicles were occupied, so we had to walk right to the very end to find an empty one. The men leaving their cubicles either looked flushed and very happy, or seemed to be in a hurry to get back to the saunas. Griff explained.

"The ones heading back to the saunas are usually bottoms who enjoy getting fucked. There's no place like a sauna to have a lot of sex in one night. Experienced guys can get nailed repeatedly over the course of just a few hours before they finally let themselves cum. Trust me the feeling of release is gorgeous after a night like that."

I was really starting to get excited now, and I saw Griff eyeing my steadily tenting towel. 

We walked into our chosen cubicle, and Griff flicked a switch so the lights dimmed from bright right down to a dim mood lighting. I locked the door behind us, and when I turned back around Griff suddenly had his arms around me and was kissing me. 

I had never kissed a guy before, despite having blown them, and I found myself melting against him. The sensation of his tongue against my lips and mouth was unbelievably erotic to me then, and it still is today. I found myself pressing my whole body against him, my hands flying instantly to knead his butt. He did the same, but fairly soon he was pulling my towel out from between us, our lips still locked together and our tongues still dueling. When I was naked I pulled his towel away from him and felt his cock springboard up against his stomach. Our cocks were pressed together between us as we kissed.

His hands roamed up down my back, from raking through my short hair to running all across my ass. But after several minutes his fingers began to probe deeper into my crack, until eventually he was at the entrance to my ass. He merely caressed and teased my love-button, but soon my cock was aching for more.

I pushed him against the wall and pulled away from him. He smiled warmly as I dropped down to my knees in front of him. He was not circumcised, and his cock was about the same size as mine, but rather than curving up it curved slightly down. I gripped it and ran my hand back down the shaft, exposing his glistening head. My hot breath on it triggered a milky drop of precum to leak from his slit, and I licked it away gladly. The taste was overpoweringly erotic to me, and the light touch of my tongue caused him to jump slightly, and his cock quivered in my hand.

Groaning quietly I took the head of his member into my mouth. I could feel my own cock beginning to dribble precum, but I didn't dare touch it for fear I might explode too soon. As I sucked his smooth, glistening head deeper into my mouth I could feel a steady trickle of his precum pouring out across my tongue. This was easily the best thing I had tasted in a long time, so much so that I closed my eyes and moaned. I pushed my head as far down his rod as I could go, feeling him bump up against the back of my throat. I didn't gag, but he wouldn't go any further. I had about three quarters of his hot shaft between my stretched lips before I pulled back up to swirl my tongue around the head again. He was running his hands through my hair, groaning as he pushed up to meet my inviting mouth. He spread his legs slightly further apart and I took the opportunity to lick his balls until they glistened before I plunged his cock deep into my mouth once more and began bobbing up and down on it, swirling my tongue around the sensitive underside as much as I could.

"Can I... Cum in your mouth... Alex?" he grunted with a stained voice.

I pulled all the way off him and rapidly jerked his cock as I grinned and said, "Only if you can cum in my ass afterwards."

"Oh I will, I promise," he groaned, so I sucked him back into the warm, undulating cavity of my mouth. In seconds, I felt his cock jerk and begin to spray his goo across my tongue, the roof my mouth, and my throat. I jerked him quickly as I gulped down the huge volume of cum. The salty, tangy flavoured filled my head, seeming to eek into my very brain. His hand was weakly trying to pull me down onto his spasming cock, so I obliged and pushed down the furthest I'd ever gone, stuffing my mouth with his steel hard shaft. He slumped against the wall, spent, as I let him slip from my mouth.

I sat back on my feet and wiped the dribbles of cum that had escaped my mouth back onto my now quite sticky tongue. He watched me do this with a strange, hungry look on his face. Suddenly he pounced on me, pushing me back as his mouth descended on my cock. He sucked me deep into his throat, so his lips were pressed to my pelvis. I could feel his tongue rippling and tickling along every inch of my shaft. He set up a vigorous bobbing motion on my full length, and he even began to gently but firmly massage my balls. This guy was a pro.

He pulled up off me as I weakly tried to protest that I wouldn't last any time at all. "You'll cum again soon, I guarantee it," and with that he sunk his face back down over my shaft. I was right, I didn't last long at all. Too soon my mind went blank as I pumped my seed onto his welcoming tongue. It took me a minute or two to recover, and when I sat up I saw he was once again hard as rock.

When he saw me eyeing his manhood, he moved over me and kissed me again. But this time it was more gentle, and so much better for the combined favors of our cum. His cock was grinding against mine, and as he promised I could feel myself getting hard again already. I never even knew I could do that. 

As we kissed he helped me onto my feet and guided us over to the mattress at the end of the cubicle. It was larger than the others I'd seen, and had a clean linen sheet neatly folded on it. It smelled faintly of lemons, which happens to be one of my favorite smells. We kneeled on it facing each other, locked at the lips. I could feel the head of his cock bumping against mine, and it was smearing precum onto my shaft. Soon he pulled away and looking into my eyes.

"Are you sure you still want to do this?" I nodded, suppressing my nervousness. I was suddenly very aware of my anus, and it seemed to be tingling excitedly. He smiled and reached over to the bowl on the shelf above us, and his hand returned with a condom and several little packets of lube. I took the condom from him, unwrapped it, and placed it against the tip of his cock. Suddenly a fun little idea gripped me.

I bent down and pressed my lip against the tip of his member, and began pushing my lips down it, using them to roll the condom down. He gasped and groaned, suddenly tensing up as my warm wet mouth sheathed his cock. But I didn't linger down there - I sat back up and grinned at him.

There was a pause.

"So, what now?" I asked.

He chuckled and moved around, turning to bend me onto all fours.

"I'll use loads of lube and be as gentle as I can. Don't be nervous, just try to relax, it will make this a lot more fun."

I nodded, and gasped suddenly. The unmistakable texture of his tongue was licking across my asshole. Lubed by his saliva, he began pushing a finger into me. I tried to relax and open myself to him but I found it a lot harder to do with someone back there. Nonetheless soon he was in to his knuckle, with absolutely no pain. Then I felt him twisting another finger in, but my dildo-trained ass put up little resistance and he went right ahead and added another. When I had three fingers inside me he decided I was prepared enough and removed them. I found my ass feeling unhappily empty all of a sudden.

There was a soft ripping sound, and I looked around to see him opening a pack of lube. This he dribbled onto my crack, and he pushed some into me with one finger. He ripped open another and spread it thickly all over his cock. Then he laid his cock against my crack and leaned forward to kiss me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and closed my eyes.

He ran his head up and down my crack until it found purchase against my hole. I opened myself as much as I could as he began to push into me, and despite the stretching it did hurt a little. But suddenly I gave, and his head slipped past my entrance, and he was inside me. 

He rocked gently back and forth, and with every thrust he added another inch of his hot shaft into my body. A feeling like fire was running from my man-filled ass down the backs of my legs and my balls, making my cock the hardest I think it have ever been. My knees felt weak from the intense pleasure. When his hips finally bumped against my ass, he paused and asked me how I was doing.

"Feels... Amazing..." was the best I could grunt in response. He chuckled and leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands and pressing his lips to my neck. Suddenly he began fucking me a bit harder, but the lube worked its magic and there was no pain at all, only an incredible feeling of spongy fullness. I found myself gasping and moaning like a pornstar, something I'd never done before in my life. Fairly soon the sound of his hips thudding against my ass, his balls slapping against mine, and our collective grunts, moans and gasps filled the cubicle, acting as a soundtrack to our sex. 

He kept pounding into me for several minutes, and more than once I almost came, but he gauged from the tightening of my ass when that was happening and pulled back until I calmed down. It was magical, the sensations were like no other. No dildo could ever simulate this. Fairly soon though he began to quicken the pace, and I could feel myself rapidly building toward release. He was too, and as he fucked me he leaned back, putting one hand on my shoulder to pull me onto him harder. I gasped at the feeling of his cock that deep inside me. As he began to growl he reached around and grasped my cock. That was all it took. Instantly my load began to spray out of me in huge thick ropes, all over the clean linen. My ass clenched down on him, and he came with me. I could feel the condom expanding into me with his hot jizz. We hung there like that for several seconds, spasming in our combined orgasm, the second of the night.

I collapsed sideways as he slipped out of me. We lay panting in a heap for about a minute. Suddenly he chuckled and dipped his fingers into the huge lake of cum I'd sprayed onto the mattress. I watched as he brought them to his lips and licked them clean. Feeling satisfied and a bit kinky, I did the same, savoring the taste of the first load I'd achieved with a real live cock in my ass. I was no longer a virgin.

I returned to that sauna several times a week for a few years, and Griff and I fucked an awful lot. I found that I loved the sensation of being railed by a good cock, and almost always found myself joining the men who hurried back to the sauna after every session.



First Time at the Strip Club



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Last Saturday night, I took my gorgeous wife to a strip club for her first time. The idea has come up from time to time, but we always just laughed it off. Either she or I thinking the other didn't have the guts to do it. That said, she's always enjoyed the form and feel of a woman and she's occasionally kissed and touched other women when the right socially lubricated situation presented itself, like Mardi Gras, and other wild parties. I've only been to strip clubs a couple of times myself, so I never pushed the idea too hard because I knew I would need to take control and I wasn't sure what to expect. Well, last Saturday, we had some happy hour cocktails at a favorite watering hole, just enough for Lori to have lowered inhibitions, but not too much for me to drive home. A construction detour forced us past a number of "gentlemen's" clubs, and Lori said, "we should check *** out." (***club name removed for our soon to be removed bashfulness)

It was a Saturday night so the club was packed. The atmosphere was overwhelming with loud music, flashing lights, smoke, and most of all sex. We took some time to just walk around the club and get the lay of the land. There were two main stages and at least 5 girls dancing. We finally found a seat at a safe distance from the stage. We ordered drinks and started whispering naughty things to each other. After just one song, there was an announcement that they were doing a $35 for two song private dances, and all the dancers went on parade. An unbelievable array of beautiful women strutted right in front of us. Tall and short, black, tan and pale, tattooed and uninked, every hair color and length, and every breast size, shape, piercing (or not) color, and size, confidently made their way onto and around the stage, then through the crowd. It was too soon, but my wife was definitely turned on by the idea.

We continued to watch the dancers. There were a few other couples and groups with women and we noticed how the dancers really gave the female patrons a lot of special attention when they tipped. So, I stared feeding Lori the tip money. She walked up to the stage and very timidly tipped. She honestly turned around so fast she missed the dancer trying to flirt. When she got back to our table I told her she should take her time and enjoy herself. The walls started coming down. Over the next several songs, she got bolder with each tip, flirting and caressing the dancers.

Finally the parade and dance special came again and I asked her if she wanted to do it. She gave me the devil eye. You know, that look that says hell yea. I asked her who was her favorite. Honestly, the girls were getting snatched up left and right and my wife was back to being bashful. It was now or never, so I grabbed a beautiful dancer with nice curves and long, straight, black hair.

She takes us to the back takes her top off and attacks my wife, next to me on the love seat. I was practically paralyzed. The expression on Lori's face was pure desire. The dancer is grinding all over my wife and Lori is so excited. I'm thrilled watching Lori, become overwhelmed with lust as the dancer seductively rubs her bare breasts against my wife's cheeks and neck. As the dance continues Lori gets more and more bold letting her hands roam over the dancers ass and tits. The dancer asks my wife if it's ok to dance for me too and Lori says yes so the dancer moves to my lap. It was overwhelming, looking at my wife's excited eyes and back to the dancers amazing body. When it was over we left the room in stunned silence.

I figured it was time to head home and fuck, but Lori was just getting warmed up. I followed her, prowling the club, looking for the best vantage points. She was in a sexual trance. Lori started talking to the girls as they went onto the stage and as they came off it. When the next parade came began, she was much more aggressive about picking out her favorite. This time, a petite short haired blonde, with huge amplified breasts. When we got back to the private area we found that this girl really knew how to move and did a much better job of crawling all over both of us at the same time. This dancer was also more forward in touching Lori's breasts and thighs.

Eventually, Lori couldn't take it anymore. After having those juicy nipples dangled in her face for too long. Lori had to stick out her tongue and lick her nipple. The dancer did not pull back. She pressed forward. Lori devoured her nipples. I leaned forward and Lori intuitively moved her attention to the dancer's left breast, leaving the right one to me. We were both sucking the largest tits we ever had the pleasure of exploring.

The second song ended and I could see on Lori's face, she wasn't ready to leave. I asked if we could stay for another dance, and of course the dancer said yes. Then, Lori said to our dancer, "is it ok if I loosen my top?" I had no idea what the rules were and I didn't care. Obviously, neither did Lori. Next thing I know, the top of Lori's dress is completely down and the dancer is rubbing her hard pointy nipples against my wife's soft creamy breasts. As we nuzzled each other and let our hands roam all over each other's body's the dancer flicked Lori's right nipple with her tongue. I moved in on Lori's left nipple and we each sucked on her beautiful breasts.

The song ended much too soon, but at this point, I needed to get Lori out of there. She was turning into a monster and I needed to get inside her immediately. The ride home was full of describing to each other how hot we were watching each other touch new bodies.

When we got home, we fucked like crazy. Continuing the dirty talk throughout the night. Strippers, sexy friends, and random strangers we imagined came into our bed that night and drove our sex to new heights. And it has continued for months. Every so often, Lori will whisper into my ear how much she liked sucking that nipple, or how much she wants to do it again. We'll hold off as long as possible, but I don't think it will be long before we head back to the club.



First Time at Work



I'm 6'3" fit athletic white male and I work at one of those major corporate sporting goods stores. The work is awful but it pays the rent and a fair amount of our customers are fit sexy men and women so there's almost always some eye candy in tight yoga pants walking around. Today started off like most others. I was working in apparel spending my day folding and re racking clothes while occasionally helping a customer find a size they were missing. 

 There was a tall blonde about 5'10" perusing a rack of women's compression shorts. Her hair ran down to just below her shoulders and her finger nails were painted a bright red matching her lipstick. She was wearing a tight white tennis skirt and a matching baby blue top that was stretched tight in the middle by two perfect looking tits. I finished the shirt I was folding and placed it on the pile in the hopes that she would need some assistance. 

 "Hey, is there anything I can help you find?"

She turned and cast me a vibrant white smile.

 "Actually yes. I have a tennis match today and I need some new compression shorts but all of the ones I'm seeing here are so short. The short ones always ride up into my crotch do you have any of the longer ones?"

 "Only in the men's section" I replied as I lead her over to the other side of the store and began showing her various styles and sizes. She finally settled on a pair of extra small vibrant blue nike compression shorts. 

 "These look perfect, is there a dressing room where I can try these on?"

 I directed her to the dressing room and ogled her tight little ass as her skirt sashayed around her long fit legs.

 "Can you wait a second while I change?"

 I nodded and she went in as I waited patiently nodding and smiling at passing customers. In a few moments I heard the dressing room door open and my stunning blonde beauty stepped out into the store.

 "Um, I'm not sure if these fit right could you step inside and take a quick look? I'd rather not flash the store."

 My face lit up and I could immediately feel my cock start to stiffen in my pants.

 "Um, I'm not supposed to but..." I took a glance around and didn't see anyone staring in our direction. "Yeah I can do that."

 I stepped inside and she shut the door behind us. The fitting room was small with a mirror and a bench and I could see her matching blue lace thong laying crumpled on the bench.

 "So do you think these fit?" she said lifting her tennis skirt up her thighs and giving me a twirl and a smile.

 Her sexy ass looked stunning and so tight as in those compression shorts and as she turned back to face me it looked like she had a nice plump mound running between those sexy thighs. What I wouldn't give to bury my face in her wet hole and tongue her till she came screaming all over my face.

 "It looks great and it really shows off your tone legs and ass." I said feeling more bold.

 "You think so? They feel so tight, but if you think they look like they fit I'll take them. I don't have a match till later this afternoon so could you please help me slide them off? Like I said they're rather tight and I'd rather not fall over in here and draw attention to us."

 I smiled and nodded my head. This was it, I was going to get a peak and hopefully more of what I knew was going to be one sexy box tucked between those legs. I got down on my knees and put my face real close to her crotch. I could almost smell sex on her as I looked up and grinned stupidly at her. She smiled back as I placed my hands into the hem of her shorts and slowly began to pull down. The top of her mound came into view and it was shaved to perfection. I took a chance and placed a soft kiss where her pubic hair should have been. I was rewarded with a soft moan and eagerly pulled down the rest of her shorts.

 They hit the floor but to my surprise something soft and spongy flipped up and hit my chin. I was confused and pulled back to see what had happened. Halfway hanging between her legs was a partially erect cock with a long throbbing vein running down the center of it. As I knelt there in shock that this beautiful woman had something so masculine between her legs it slowly began to rise up and stare me down. It was magnificent, now throbbing and fully erect it had to be seven inches long with a full thick head. I froze unsure of what to do. I'd fantasized about having sex with a guy before. Even played with my own ass and enjoyed it more then I cared to admit. 

 I looked up and she smiled back at me, "Not what you were expecting is it?" She grinned. 

 "It's ok though it's what you want isn't it." She pushed her hips forward and her hot pulsing cock rubbed along my face. I could feel myself shiver with nervous energy but I stayed there on my knees as she moved the head across my lips and playfully slapped my cheek with it.

 "You want this big cock don't you? You don't have to say anything sweetheart. I can see it on your face both literally and figuratively. Just part those lips and let it slide in."

 I did what she asked without even consciously deciding too. The head slipped into my mouth and my tongue danced around the tip as if I'd done it a thousand times before. She smelled strangely masculine and feminine at the same time but I loved it. Her scent turned me on even more and my eyes closed as my lips firmly closed around her thick organ and I began to earnestly suck her cock. I was lost in a lustful frenzy and began to take it as far as I could into my mouth slurping and coating her cock in as much spit as I could lather it with. My hand found her heavy balls and gave them a light squeeze now using my other hand to jack the last two inches of her cock into my mouth.

 She was moaning now, her breathing was ragged and you could tell she was doing her best to keep it under control so the whole store didn't know what we were up to. The louder her moans got though the more I was spurred on and it was then I fell in love with sucking cock. The taste of her thick fleshy meat changed slightly as I realized she was leaking precum steadily into my mouth. I loved the taste and pulled back to the head running my tongue over the slit like an eager whore desperate for more. I began stroking the full length of her cock now at a rapid pace as the hand on her balls moved back and towards her ass and slowly began to tease her dark hole. I worked it in circles, teasing it before applying pressure directly to the tight little puckered bud. She moaned in earnest as I finally worked it up her ass and I could feel her cock start to pulse more intensely.

 "That's it baby. I know you want this big thick load. Catch it all in that sexy mouth and let me see it before you swallow down mommy's honey."

 I nodded around her cock and picked up my pace. The first spurt caught me a bit off guard as I wasn't sure how fast it would come out but after that I got it under control and kept the thick salty liquid pooling in my mouth and over my tongue. As her climax subsided I continued to suck the tip of her cock. Rolling my cum covered tongue over the head coating it in the luscious liquid before slurping it back into my mouth. When I was content with my job I looked up and showed her my open mouth full of her hot love juice. 

 "That's a good boy now swallow it for me." 

 I did as I was told and gulped the hot liquid feeling it stick and slide down my throat into the pit of my stomach. I lay back on my hands and smiled. I couldn't believe what I'd just done but I loved it!

 "Ohh my you really enjoyed that as much as you made it seem didn't you?" She said staring at the rock hard bulge in my pants. She helped me to my feet and had me strip down.

 "You deserve a reward for that performance. She turned and pushed her ass back at me placing one hand on the wall and sucking her middle and ring finger. I stood stroking my hard cock as I watched her slide both fingers into her puckered rose bud. Her balls and limp cock hung down below her and I couldn't help but feel as if I was going to bust just watching this sexy she/man pleasure her dirty hole. 

 "What are you waiting for?" She said pulling her fingers from her ass and sucking them into her mouth. "Fuck my ass already."

 I didn't need to be told twice and slipped my rock hard six inches inside her. I started off going slow but she wasn't about any of it. She slammed her sexy ass back against my cock taking me balls deep into her ass in one swift movement. I lost all control then and began pounding for everything I was worth. By how aroused I was from sucking her thick sexy girl cock I knew I wouldn't last long and began to really give her everything I had. She was moaning raucously as her tight sphincter squeezed my cock for all it was worth. Just as I was about to blow she pushed me backwards and dropped to her knees.

 "On my face. I want your load on my face."

 I had no objections as I furiously pumped my cock at her. She pushed her firm sexy tits up with both hands and knelt there smiling and begging me for my cum. I granted her her wish and with a grunt exploded with three violent streams spraying her face followed by smaller ones landing on her chin and tits. She smiled at me through cum covered lips and eyes as I stood there gasping for air.

 "Lick it up my little cum slut."

 I didn't even think twice. This sexy woman had already pushed my envelope so far I instantly dropped to my knees and began cleaning her face with my tongue. She scooped a few globs from her tits and fed them too me as I sucked on her fingers like a mini cock. The taste of my cum wasn't as sweet as hers but I still enjoyed it and knew I was hooked on this salty jizz from this point forward.

 After we cleaned up she slid her compression shorts back on and we both got dressed. She pulled a card from her purse and grabbed her panties from the bench. 

 "These are for you. Give me a call sometime and maybe we can break that ass of yours in too sometime." She smiled and gave me a kiss. I could still taste the salty sweetness of my cum on her lips. 

 "It would be my pleasure." I grinned.

 "I know it would." She winked as she opened the door and stepped out into the store.