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Doing I.T.

By: JohnIT



I started working for the university when I was just 16. I had left school and gone to college to learn about computers. Once I had been at college for a few months and had some skills in IT I was sent for work experience to a few local businesses before ending up in the university's IT department. At the time very shy and your typical geeky sort of kid, I did not get out much spending most of my time fiddling with computers. I had not had much experience with girls most of my experience coming from chatting with girls on computer chat programs.

I should probably tell you a little about the university itself it's a rather prominent university here in the UK requiring some very good grades to get in. This meant that we normally had a very good "crop" of female students every year. These female students would outnumber the male students by about two to one. We also have very large student residences on campus including one that was a special girl's only residence with 24 hour wardens to make sure the girls did not get tainted by any boys. The girls living in there were all from rich families and were always stunning.

After my work experience I was offered a job at the university working as a computer technician. It would involve me walking around the university fixing computers for staff and students. I ended up doing this for 2 years and getting to know most of the staff and getting to be quite recognisable around the university. This was probably because I would normally have a camouflage jacket on and black army pants or jeans on. I was so recognisable that I could walk out of buildings with computer equipment without being stopped by security. I started to realise how familiar I was becoming at the end of the day when I got back to the techs office at the end of one day.

I was told by one of the older computer techs I worked with he had just come back from a job in our science block. He had been on a job to fix some computers in one of the research labs he told me that they were rather disappointed when he had arrived to fix their computers. When I asked why he told me that they were and he quoted "Hoping that cute army guy would come and fix it". I was amazed by this and laughed it off but he was serious. He told me that he was very jealous and that I was "A lucky bastard" and that I should do something about it. Dropping the old fault report form on my desk he gave me a wink and went back to his desk. Still having not had any real experience with girls I was unsure of what to do. Still so shy around girls I knew I would not be able to just turn up but having the room number on the old fault form I thought It might be fun to do something I was just not sure what.

It was on my way home that I had crazy thought, a way I could do something about this without having to do anything too scary like having to actually talk to them. Remembering the old advert for "Milk tray" chocolates, where the dashing hero sneaks in to the girl's bedroom and leaves a box of chocolates on her bed with a card with just his silhouette on it, you know the one. I thought I could do the same thing just instead of the black silhouette it would be one in camouflage colours just like my jacket, silly, I know. On the way home I bought a large box of Milk tray and then set to work on making the card with my silhouette on it.

My heart was pounding the next day when I got in to work, I had the chocolates and card in a paper bag and the fault form with the address on it. It was very early as I normally had the early shift, I walked in to the science block. I asked one of the security guards to let me in to the lab where the girls were working under the pretence that I had a computer to fix. So used to seeing me around, the guy just opened the lab door and told me just to pull the door shut to lock up on the way out. Once he had left I quickly got out the chocolates and placed them on the table in the middle of the lab. Looking at the fault form I found out that the girl that had reported the fault was called Stacey I turned the card over I wrote on it:

To Stacey and friends,

       If you need my help in future, here's my number.

                                    -- "The Army guy"

Leaving the card on top of the chocolates I left with my heart pounding again. If I was caught doing this kind of thing I would be in for at least a disciplinary, but the excitement was just too good for me to miss out on. Trying to put it out of my mind, I went back to the office and collected my work list for the day and began to work my way through them. I was so excited by my early morning's activities that I was working much faster than normal and actually completed all my calls before lunch.

Then it happened, my work's mobile bleeped as it received a text message. Picking up my phone to read the text message I was shaking, It simply read "Hey there army guy, we could really use your help, Stacey." 

I Have to say I panicked a little I had never have expected them to actually call me but what was I to do now? I decided that I would have to go through with it now and walked almost on auto-pilot to the science block. I guessed that they would probably just tease me but it would be fun just to talk to these girls, for all I knew they could really have a fault for me to fix. I knocked on the door of the lab and a few seconds later a girl opened the door, her eyes seamed to brighten when she saw me in my camouflage jacket.

"Hi, I'm from the computing department, I'm looking for Stacey." I said in my professional tone.

"That's me. I'm glad you could come so quickly, come on in." said Stacey

I stepped inside and I turned to face Stacey as she closed the door behind me. Stacey was about 5'6" with long, straight brown hair to just below her small, but very perky breasts. She had light brown eyes and a slim figure concealed in a white lab coat. She led the way to a row of three computers, sat at the other computers were two other girls, a blonde and another brunette. I could see the box of chocolates on the far side of the computers. The other two girls looked up at me as we walked over both smiled at me. Stacey introduced me to the other girls, the blonde girl was Alice and the other brunette was Nikki. 

Stacey sat down and told me that her computer was very slow to log in she turned the computer on to show me. I was bending over by her side as she was showing me the problem, she turned to me looking deep in to my eyes.

"I hope you can sort this out for me, the other girls always make fun of me because it takes so long." she said with her pretty eyes still fixed on mine.

There was a small pause as I realised I was staring in to her eyes and had not realised that she had finished talking.

I blinked and said, "No problem, let me take a look" taking my eyes off her and looking at the computer.

She got up and I sat done at her computer and quickly began cleaning out the files to speed up her log in. While I was doing this Stacey was standing behind me, she placed her left hand on my left shoulder as she bent over to look at the screen I could feel her long brown hair brush against my neck as her head hovered over my right shoulder, her face just inches from mine.

"That should do it." I said as I shut down the computer.

She stepped back and I stood up to let her sit down again. As she tried her computer I looked over at Nikki who was taking one of the chocolates from the box I had given them. It was a long thin one that she put to her puckered lips as she kissed the end of the chocolate before sucking it in a little and back out again. She repeated this a few times before sucking it all the way in leaving just a little melted chocolate in her pink lips. I looked up in to her bright blue eyes as I realised that I had been caught staring again, this time by Nikki. She kept looking in to my eyes as her tongue slowly licked in a circle around her lips clearing away the melted chocolate. She bit her lip a bit and they were clean.

"Wow, that's so much quicker." Stacey said bringing me back to my senses as Nikki smirked and looked away.

"All part of the service." I said jokingly looking back at Stacey

"I think I need to thank you properly" Stacey said taking my hand and leading me off to the back of the lab.

Still holding her warm hand I followed her to a door at the back of the lab. The door had store room written on it. She opened the door and pushed me inside. She turned the light on and stepped in after me. It was a small store room with racks of shelves on either side. As I turned around I could see her with her back to me locking the door.

"You're very shy, you know" she said as she walked towards me.

"Umm umm well." was all I could manage as I backed away from her until my back hit the wall.

"I don't even know your name yet.", she stepped closer.

"John." I said shakily.

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, you know." Stacey said.

She knelt down in front of me and reached for the zip to my jeans. As she slowly unzipped them she looked up in to my eyes and licked her lips. I was speechless and motionless as she un buckled my belt and jeans and pulled them down.

"I see you're happy to be here. Kick off your shoes." Stacey said squeezing my hard cock through my boxers.

My mouth was moving about to say something but no words came out but I did as she directed. She pulled at the bottom of my boxers, pulling them down. It gradually exposed my cock which bounced up when it was free of my boxers. She let my boxers fall to the floor then pulled my feet out of them and tossed them behind her towards the door. Her soft hand closed around my cock sending tingles up my spine. Leaning forward she kissed the tip of my cock as she pulled back the foreskin. Slowly she started licking the tip of my cock, taking more in little by little. As she took more and more of my cock in she started bouncing her head up and down in rhythm with her hand, masturbating me. Her other hand touched my ankle and traced its way up my leg and inner thigh all the way up to my balls. She caressed them with her left hand while still keeping up the rhythm with her right. 

I was getting close to cumming when I saw the lock on the inside of the door start to turn very slowly. Then the handle started to turn again very slowly. As the door started to open I was approaching the point of no return. I looked up to see who was entering the room expecting Nikki or Alice, but it wasn't, it was an older woman. In panic and in ecstasy I came in to Stacey's mouth every muscle in my body was tensed. It must have been a powerful jet of sperm because Stacey jumped and a little leaked out of the corner of her mouth. Still unaware of the other lady's presence Stacey started to clean up my cock revelling in the way it made me jump when she washed her tongue over the end of my cock. Stacey then noticed I was looking behind her and turned around to see our observer.

Stacey jumped as the lady said in a Scandinavian accent "I see you're having your lunch in the store room now."

"You better get back to your desk young lady, I will deal with you later." the lady said then turning to me letting Stacey get up and leave the room quickly. 

Picking up my jeans, jacket, boxers and shoes she said "I think you had better come with me."

There was silence as I walked in to the lab with no pants on. Luckily for me it was still just the three girls, Stacey with a face bright red with embarrassment. I followed the lady to an office reading her office door I found out her name was Heidi Lindberg and that she was a professor. She was in her early 30s with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. I am ashamed to admit it but as she walked in front of me I could not help but look at the tiny wiggle of her hips as she walked. Only the sudden realisation of the extremely dangerous situation I was in focused my mind. I sheepishly glanced in the direction of Stacey and her friend only to see that they had their heads down looking at their computers. If they were frightened, I was in big trouble. 

As she stepped in to her office she stepped aside and held the door for me, I walk in to her office and she quickly closed the door and locked it. I was now standing in just a T-shirt in front of her desk, she walked around the desk to her chair but instead of sitting down she leaned over placing fingertips to support her on the desk and looked me in the eyes. I was frozen solid by this point naked from the waist down in a professor's office. Visions of me getting fired, getting in trouble with the police for having a relationship with a student made my face get cold. Suddenly her voice brought me back to the present.

"So how long have you been taking advantage of my students then?" she said.

"I....I....never." I stammered.

"Thought you could just take advantage of my students when you are both supposed to be working?" she said in an accusing tone.

"No...It's..."

"I hope you're not going to try and blame Miss Blake for what happened" her accusing tone continued.

Pausing for a second I thought that even though I hadn't instigated this in any way, there was simply no way that she would believe me. After all she must have seen the chocolates and the card and with that evidence even I was starting to think I was guilty. My head simply sank when this realisation hit me.

This seemed to be the submissive gesture that she was looking for. In hind sight I don't think she was really angry just trying to weigh me up.

She began "I could report you for this you know .... If your head of department got wind of this you would be sacked on the spot ... however, I think we can think of something a little more interesting."

Well I knew I wasn't going to get the sack but what did she want from me? She leaned a little lower and a little further forward. Her lab coat had the top 3 poppers undone and as she moved in to the lower position I was given an amazing view of the valley between her milky white breasts. My eyes flashed between beautiful blue eyes and he stunning cleavage. I suddenly began to feel blood rush back to my face and my heart raced in panic as I felt the familiar stirring's of my erection coming back to life. My eyes locked on hers for a second then I could almost feel her gaze crawl down my body to where my cock was standing to attention poking out of my T-shirt. Her eyes snaked back up towards mine as a naughty, pixy grin slowly appeared on her face. 

"So, it's not just little 18 year olds that you lose control over." she said through her grin as I tried in vain to hide my full erection.

"Move your hands away at once." she commanded. "In fact take your T-shirt off."

I did as I was told. I now stood completely naked in her office with her pretty blue eyes feasting on my body. She then walked around her desk and as she walked past me placed her had around my stiff pole. Her hands were so soft warm and gentle around my erection I could feel it throb as my body desperately tried to pump more blood to my engorged rod. She gently pulled me over to a sofa at the side of her office. She turned me round and letting go of my cock pushed me by the shoulders to a sitting position. As I fell to my seat she turned and walked a few steps away from me still with her back to me, kicked of her black shoes, she looked over her shoulder with her cute pixy grin and slowly one by one pulled the rest of the poppers on her lab coat apart leaving only the bottom 2 around her thighs fastened. She raised her leg and placed it on to the seat of a chair exposing her white stocking clad leg, her shapely thighs and the hint of a bear bottom were now visible. She bounced slowly down and back up very seductively. Lowering her leg to the floor she turned her head away from me leaving me looking at the wiggle of her ponytail.

With that she sexily lowered the lab coat off her shoulders exposing her flawless Scandinavian skin. She wiggles it lower and lower showing the back of her white bra and lower to her sexy Scandinavian back dimples just above her bottom. She suddenly let go of the lab coat and it fell to the floor and slowly and sexily turned to face me. The view was stunning. Blond hair in a ponytail, beckoning blue eyes, white lace bra hugging ample soft breast, and delicate white lace thong panties. She walked towards me and straddled my lap and sat down. I cannot describe the feeling of her warm thighs and tight buttocks on my bear legs. Her hand were leaning either side of my head on the back of the sofa her arm stretched out like this forced her ample breasts together in to the most heavenly beautiful valley. My hands that I had moved to make way for her legs now automatically found their way to the soft skin of her waist. Her skin here felt magical the perfect warmth, so soft yet so firm at the same time. I looked back in to her eyes. I could see the hint in her expression that the contact with the warmth of my body was starting to have an effect on her as well.

"Well we know you're a naughty boy, it's time to find out how naughty." she said as her cute pixy grin returned.

"Do you like my breasts?" she said as she gave them a little wiggle and in the process sliding her hips closer to my erection. "Would you like to see them a little closer?" she said in a tone of voice normally reserved for talking to children.

I nodded my head not wanting to say anything to break the spell.

"Then be a naughty boy and unhook me."

I leaned forward, my head coming close to her bosom. My right hand stayed on her waist and I reached out with my left hand and quickly unsnapped her bra with my dextrous fingers.

"I find it hard to believe that that was the first time you have done that, young man." she said in a disbelieving tone.

She allowed her bra to slowly peel away from her bosom. My hands that had returned to her hips slowly moved up her sides careful not to lose contact with her skin for an instant. The palms of my hand made contact with the freshly exposed skin of the sides of her breast. A small sigh escaped her lips as she reached up stretching her body upwards taking the bra upwards and over her head and on to the floor. With her body in this exposed state I slid my arms fully around her pulling her close to me and hugging her bosom to my chest. My right hand holding her close to me, my left hand moved up to her neck and in to her hair easing her head to the left and exposing her neck to lips. I kissed her neck pulling her closer to me tenderly squeezing her breasts against my chest. I nibbled and kissed her neck she seemed lost in the embrace. I felt her hands on the sides of my cheeks gently pulling my head back, my lips reluctantly relinquishing her supple flesh.

We both gazed in to each other's eyes. I thought I saw her pupils dilate slightly as I watch her beautiful blue eyes. Then she leaned in and kissed me. Her soft wet lips touched mine and it seemed to swell something deep in my being. We kissed slowly and gently at first. Our hearts were beating quickly. Then as the kiss grew bolder I felt her lips part and something tickled across my lips. I opened my lips a little and her tongue again touched my lips. My tongue automatically went to meet hers and when they touched it was like electricity. When we finally broke the kiss we were both breathing more heavily.

This time taking courage from my first kiss I took the initiative. I pulled her close to me cradling her back and head I turned her round letting her legs wrap around me. I lay her upon the sofa with her head on a cushion. She kissed me on the lips as I suspended my weight on my hands either side of her. I broke the kiss nibbling on her lower lip before descending nibbling and kissing down her body. A small shiver rippled through her as I kissed down her neck. A larger one as I neared her breasts. Her nipples were fully erect as I nibbled and kissed between her breasts. My tongue tasted her flesh as it snaked towards the nipple. I kissed the nipple gently feeling her breathing begin to quicken again. Another sigh as my tongue whipped out and circled her nipple. Her hands reached out to my head and ran through my hair as my lips nibbled and kissed to her tummy. She grasped my hair and giggled when my tongue flicked in to her tummy button. She moaned when my head changed direction to follow the horizontal line of her lace garter belt to just above her right leg. Her hands no longer able to reach my head, she removed her hair from her ponytail, spilling her blonde hair on to the cushion. Her hands grasping its sides. Missing her panties, I began kissing my way down her leg, following the lace of her garter straps to her stockings. I raised her right leg up kissing and nibbling all the way up her leg, over her stocking clad thigh to her calf to her foot and placed a kiss on her toes.


Doing I.T.



I looked in to her lusty blue eyes to give me courage for my next move. I lowered her leg and kneeling in between her legs I ran my hands up her stockings to the flesh of her thighs. I slowly raised her leg and undid the garter straps holding her stocking. First one leg then the other. I slid my hands under the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down my eyes feasting on the tender flesh I was exposing. A small landing strip of blonde hair came in to view, then the folds of her kitty. I slid them off her legs retreating till I was kneeling between her feet.

I started to kiss up her stocking clad left leg holding it up bent at the knee. Supporting her leg I spread it out over the edge of the sofa as I worked my way to her thigh. As the material of her stocking ended and my lips met with her flesh again I could feel her tense briefly and relax. Her breathing quickened and her hands gripped the cushion tighter as I purposefully kissed and nibbled closer to her sweet spot. I was only inches away when I lifted my lips from her warm skin and hovered over her kitty allowing her to feel my warm breath on her glistening folds. My lips landed on her right leg inches from where she needed it and kissed my way away from her center.

A gentle pleading "Nooo" escaped her lips before she regained her composure. Her eyes remained closed and she did not see the grin on my face. Without opening them she said in a frustrated tone "You're a bad boy."

I started back towards her center, kissing and nibbling. I paused at the same distance and I felt her body tense in frustration. This time it was only a pause as I continued my journey to her pussy. Her legs spread further pressing in to the sofa as my lips nibbled her outer lips. My tongue slipped out to explore the new flesh before me. Snaking and prodding at her creases, I could taste her nectar. Her breathing was now in short ragged bursts. I worked my way up to nibble her love button. Her legs jerked as my lips made contact, she forced them back open again with difficulty as an internal struggle raged inside her body.

I wrapped my arms under her thighs and held her legs apart with my hands. She was now vulnerable to the whims of my tongue. My tongue began to probe the folds of her love button making her body jerk and her voice's pitch to get higher. I slowly settled to a gentle circular motion with my tongue.

This elicited moans and squeezes of the cushion I could tell she was fast approaching orgasm. So I slowed just a little this lead to a little frustrated moan. When I was sure she was on the very edge I held her firmly and increased my speed. Faster and faster I licked, sending her over the edge with a squeal and a shudder. I slowed my tongue but kept it in contact with her button. Eliciting the last shudders from her body.

She lay there as I released her legs her kitty glistening. Emboldened by my success I walked on all fours over her. Her eyes were still closed as I looked down at her face, her breathing returning to normal. I slowly lowered my hips pushing my cock to the entrance to her wet kitty. Her eyes opened and she looked directly in to mine. Her legs wrapped around my back as my cock eased in to her warm, wet, velvet tunnel.

"Please give it to me." She said as I slid inside.

I had never felt anything like it before, her wetness and the feeling of her body around my cock was magical. I slowly pushed in till our hips met.

We kissed again our bodies connected in two places. While still kissing I withdrew my cock and gently started to make love to her. As we broke the kiss our speed increased. With great urgency we thrust together. Suddenly I felt my cock gripped in a velvet vice trying to push me out of her. I thrust back in as she came, cumming myself, squirting inside her pushing in as far as I could.

I relaxed sinking on to her body her arms wrapping around cuddling me close. We stayed like that for a while each of us recovering and coming to terms with what had happened. When we separated and got to our feet she went to her sports pack and retrieved two towels. She handed me one to clean up with as she wiped down her body.

"That was wonderful, I hope we will be seeing you around here again, soon." she said.

"Oh, I think so Professor Lindberg." I smiled to her.

"Heidi please." she corrected

"If there is anything I can do for you Heidi, just give me a call, I love working with you." I said cheekily.

She flicked at me with her towel. As I started to get dressed. When she was dressed she told me "I think I need to go home early today to get cleaned up. Can you ask Stacy to come in and see me please?"

I walked to the door and opened it. Looking over at the computers Stacey was still sitting at her desk with the other girls. I cleared my throat and said "Stacey, the professor would like a word."

Stacey looking very concerned walked over to the office. I shot her a little smile as she passed me and we both stepped in to the office and closed the door.

"Ah Stacey, I think we can overlook this little indiscretion, this once. Your friend here has convinced me that it was not your fault. However as punishment....." she paused and Stacey grew very tense and looked at her feet. "I think you had better take him back to your halls of residence and get him cleaned up."

Stacey looked up in shock. "Thank you, Professor."

"You may go." Heidi said and started to get ready to leave for home.

Stacey did not say a word while packing her things away and leaving the lab. I followed her outside before she spoke. "Thank you for talking to the professor and not blaming me."

"Don't worry," I said "I think we are both to blame. You don't have to take me home I can sort myself out."

She looked at me a little upset, "I really would like you to come back with me, maybe we could get to know each other a little better?"

"That would be wonderful" I said.

"Would you like to eat with us tonight? Nikki and Alice are in the same flat as me." She said.

"I would like that but I really need to have a shower first." I said.

"You can have one in my room." she offered brightly. So we walked back to her flat talking and getting to know each other. It had been such a great day who knows what tonight will bring.

Guess I will have to just keep doing I.T.

Special thanks to SimplyToryful 

The best editor I could have hoped for.

Would not have been possible without her.



Doing It



It'd been three days and still nothing.

He'd thought he might get some action on the first night, but had been disappointed when she'd disappeared with nothing more than a pat on his chest.

He'd almost hoped to get some action on the second night, but had been disappointed when she'd disappeared with nothing more than a chaste kiss on his cheek.

And now he was positively chomping at the bit for some action tonight. 

She professed to not being that kind of girl, but he hadn't believed it. She acted like that kind of girl. She looked and smelled like that kind of girl. She must be that kind of girl.

Perhaps she wasn't that kind of girl with every other man, but he'd quickly decided that with him, she'd be that kind of girl. For him she'd give it up sooner. And like it.

They'd met up by chance, seated next to each other on a late night, cross-country flight. They'd started out in a minor disagreement over the overhead light. She'd want to read and he'd wanted to sleep, and a compromise wasn't an option. 

So he'd talked her ear off until she'd finally put the book down and turned off the light.

He'd smirked to himself, had barely managed to contain his snort of amusement at having gotten his way.

Had nearly choked when he felt the heat of a small hand find its way under the blanket and onto his upper thigh.

The brazen hussy had quickly turned the tables on him and sleep was no longer an option.

And she knew it because just as soon as his cock had sprung to attention, she'd removed her hand and turned the light back on. Quietly picked up her book and opened it to the marked page.

But he didn't miss the glint in her eye or the subtle turn of her lips as she read her stupid book and ignored him.

By the time the plane landed he'd managed to assuage his feral thoughts, but really he wanted nothing more than to assuage his inner beast by plunging his hard cock into the warmth of her pussy. Or that delectable, smirking mouth.

How they'd both ended up in the lounge of the same hotel was beyond him, but he'd silently thanked the comedian of errors for making it so. Retribution was in sight.

He'd sent her a drink, she'd sent it back.

So he drank it.

Finally walked over to her and sat down in the chair beside hers. 

She eyed him skeptically, but then went back to reading her book. 

That stupid fucking book that she just couldn't take her eyes off of for more than a moment.

"Is that a religious testament you're reading or can you spare a few minutes for some conversation?"

She snorted, kept her eyes focused on the book as she responded, "Some may call it a religious experience, but I'm more realistic than that."

"Then what would you call it?"

"Porn."

He'd been a little shocked by this confession and instantly became even more turned on. 

A hot woman who appreciated the finer points of porn.

Perfect.

Or at least it had seemed to be so at the time.

Now, two nights later, he had to wonder where things had gone wrong.

This was his last night here. He had one last chance to fuck her and then it would be over.

He didn't know her name and she didn't know his, so after this there'd be nothing left. He'd have to live with the failure for the rest of his days and never know the feeling of having her naked beneath him. Over him. Beside him.

Failure was not an option.

She'd be waiting for him in the lounge. Seated at the bar, sipping an expensive scotch.

And if she had her way she'd spend the rest of the night teasing him. 

But not tonight. Tonight he had a plan. A guaranteed, foolproof plan. A plan that would appeal to her inner porn star. Assuming, of course, that she really had one.

If not, he'd know it was all pointless and he'd be able to rest easy knowing she was a battle never to be won by anyone.

But if it worked -- if it worked -- he'd spend the rest of the night getting her out of his system.

He nodded to himself reassuringly as the elevator doors opened. Stepped into the lobby confidently and made his way into the lounge.

Immediately saw her seated at the bar, legs crossed, short skirt hiked up to reveal the very top of one thigh-high black stocking. She picked up her glass, her tongue slicking the rim as she brought it to her lips.

He swallowed, forced himself to continue forward, plan intact.

He didn't stop until he reached her side, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head, his fingers threading in her hair and gripping tightly. He pulled slightly, not enough to actually hurt her but just enough to get her attention.

Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes met his, the flicker of surprise quickly firing into something else. Something dangerous and challenging. 

He bent his head down until his lips touched her ear then whispered, "Let's do this."

He felt the shiver run through her body, heard her breathing accelerate. Was so focused on her inner reactions he didn't notice her moving until her hands gripped his head and she pulled him to her. 

Her lips were firm and hungry, her tongue swiping over his mouth, teasing and begging at the same time. He opened for her, stifling a gasp as she plundered his mouth, her tongue sliding along his teeth, 

She whimpered into his mouth, her hands releasing his head and clutching at his shoulders.

Desire raged through him, pooling in his groin and quickly firing every needy cell in his body. He pulled away from her, grasping her hand and pulling her off the barstool. She didn't wait for him to lead her from the bar, just gripped his hand tightly and walked towards the lobby. 

Luckily, the elevator was already there.

And it was empty.

She entered before him. Pressed the button for his floor then turned to face him.

The door had barely closed before she was on him, her hands pulling his shirt from his pants, buttons flying everywhere as she yanked it open. She scratched her nails down his chest then dipped into the waistband of his pants, scraping along the lower part of his stomach.

He pushed her backwards until he had her pressed against the elevator wall, his hands yanking up her skirt so he could stroke her thighs, the silky smoothness of silk stockings and supple skin. He drank in her sigh of pleasure, his mouth hungrily meeting hers. 

He bit back a needy groan as his hands travelled up her legs and over her hips to the smooth skin of her ass. He squeezed and massaged, even more turned on by the fact she hadn't bothered with panties at all.

He started as the elevator door opened onto his floor, relieved no one was standing there waiting for them to right themselves before exiting. A soft giggle escaped from her now swollen lips, and he couldn't help but smirk in return as they hurried down the hallway to his room.

The lock turned on the first try.

She entered before him, kicking her stilettos into the corner as she went. Pressed the switch on the small lamp just inside the hallway of his suite.

He'd barely got the door closed behind him before she was on him, her hands pushing his suit coat and shirt off over his shoulders. He shrugged out of them, grateful they hadn't lost any of their momentum between the elevator and his room. 

He gripped her leg and pulled it up over his hip, stooped down and heaved her up, groaning loudly as she wrapped both legs around him, her pussy aligned with his throbbing cock. He pressed her against the wall, pushing his erection against her pussy, swallowing her moan of pleasure as he kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand gripping the back of his smooth head, keeping his mouth fused to hers. She bucked against him, rubbing her hot center on the front of his trousers, a shiver of excitement running through her and into him. 

He staggered backward, carrying her with him as he moved across the room towards the bed. 

Had to stop briefly by the desk, resting her ass on the desktop and he reaching into her top to caress her breasts, her mouth hot on his neck. Knocked the lamp over as he hefted her up again, this time making it as far as sofa. Paused briefly with her resting on the backrest, so he could enjoy the feel of her hands on his dick; her hot, wet mouth on his nipples. 

Finally they made it to the bed and he eased her down on her back, spreading her legs and burying his face in her glistening pussy. There's no teasing, no pretense of playing with her. Just a quick, thorough assault of lips and tongue, fingers spilling the proof of her lust as he plunges inside her slippery channel. 

She arched off the bed, her thighs squeezing his head as she moans and pants with pleasure. She bucked her hips, rubbing her pussy against him, her hands gripping his head, his neck, her fingernails scoring lightly. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She huffs, her words working as fuel; his lust roaring out of control.

He reared back, standing on shaking legs as he removes his shoes and trousers, kicks off his socks. Cursed as he kneels down to retrieve a condom from his trouser pocket. 

Her eyes are on him as he rolls the condom on, and he settles back between her spread legs, the tip of his cock just brushing her entrance. He leaned over her, his hands grasping the front of her top, his eyes meeting hers briefly before he wrenched the material violently. 

He groaned deep in his chest, his hands cupping and squeezing her ample breasts, his head coming down to suck the hard tips into his mouth. She clutched at his head again, felt her wet pussy rubbing against his cock as she bucked beneath him.

He released her breasts, eased his hips forward and pushed the head of his hard cock inside her.

Groaned as her heat enveloped him, his hands coming around to grip her ass, raising her to better receive him. He thrust into her completely, burying his dick inside her pulsing cunt. Pulled back slowly, paused for a moment before thrusting back inside her more forcefully.

She wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his ass, her hands coming up over her head to clutch at the headboard. 

He can't take his eyes off her, the hot concentration on her face, the way her full breasts jiggle with each inward stroke of his cock inside her. 

"Harder," she pants, "please. Fuck..."

He thrust himself deep, stopped briefly as he adjusted his knees and leaned back, using her own body as leverage for his rutting. He pulled his pelvis back, pushed inside her with renewed vigor, each moan and whimper fueling his every thrust.

He could feel her tightening around him; see her pleasure coiling inside her as he gave in to her breathy demands for more. 

His breath caught on a grunt of pleasure as she released the headboard, the fingers of one hand rolling a nipple and the other reaching between them, rubbing her swollen clit.

She moaned loudly, her body jerking as her cunt tightened around his cock. "Fuck," she gasped, her face twisting with pleasure, "I'm going to come. Fuck, yeah...just like that..."

He felt the quivering in her depths, watched her body tense until he thought she would shatter all around him. Felt her do so with a loud cry of satisfaction then felt her hands on his back as she pulled him into the abyss with her.

He pumped into her once, twice. Felt the ecstasy of his release inside her; a violent curse on his lips. 

He collapsed on top of her, managing to take most of his weight on his elbows as he gasped for breath, small shocks of pleasure still pulsing through his entire body. 

He could feel her heart pounding in time with his, felt her lips and tongue hot and wet on his shoulder, her nails now digging into the muscles of his back. 

He eased off of her, rolling onto his back with his legs still entwined with hers. 

Smirked in satisfaction as he noted their reflections in the mirror above the bed.

Him naked and her mostly clothed and worse for wear. 

Both smiling, 

Smugly.

****

He woke slowly, stretching his tired muscles with a loud groan. He blinked up at the ceiling then smirked at the image of himself sprawled on the messy bed. He sighed, stretched again.

Froze as he realized his recent bedmate was missing from the picture. 

He sat up abruptly, scanning the room for any sign of her. Her clothing was missing, her shoes.

She was gone. 

He flopped back on the bed, not sure if he was thankful or disappointed. It's not like he really knew anything about her. She could've been anyone really. 

Anyone who just happened to be intelligently sassy, obviously accomplished as well as sexy as hell. 

He frowned, his eyes squinting up at his reflection as he contemplated his current dilemma: take the interlude as it was intended or hunt her down and do it again. And again. And again.

He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, his eyes scanning the wreckage of his normally pristine hotel suite. He smirked again, puffing up a little as he remembered what had gone on during the night and into the wee hours of the morning.

He continued towards the bathroom, a small, white square leaning against his laptop catching his eye and he detoured towards the desk cautiously. Caught himself and laughed at his own paranoid idiocy.

It was a plain white business card. No name, no number, no insignia of any kind. 

He frowned at the card. Briefly thought back to his childhood and wondered if there was a chance there was a secret message that needed illumination. Shook his head and laughed at his juvenile thoughts. 

Laughed again as he flipped the card over and saw the message written there.

Every third Thursday. Xx



Doing it for Art



Bev and William had met Rosa and Tom on a web site for swingers. Both couples were swinger wannabes, having imagined far more than they had experienced. They wanted something exciting, but not sure how much excitement they really wanted. They had met for coffee once and had sent emails back and forth, some with photos. The photos of Rosa were particularly nice. At first glance, she was warm and attractive. William saw a sensuality that wanted to be expressed. He wanted so much to be the one to capture it. He also wanted to push things along. He had and idea, and called Rosa on her cell...

"Hey Rosa, How are you doing?" William asked.

"Doing well, thank you. How are things with you?" Rosa replied.

"Also doing well... Say, are you two busy this afternoon? I have an idea for a photo project."

"Well..., that might depend. What sort of photos? We don't do THOSE types of photos. It's not THOSE types of photos is it?"

"This is more an art project. You know I like to manipulate photos using Photoshop. I take pictures of flowers, cars, insects, tableware, you know common stuff, and then I meld them together, shade them, and blur them. I do all kinds of things to them to make a work of art. Well maybe not something you would find in an art gallery, but I enjoy doing it, and some people enjoy looking at the finished work. I have a new idea of taking my pictures from Yosemite and adding pictures of the human form. I would take pictures of bodies, texture-ize them to look like stone, then blend that into the pictures of large rocks, cliffs, waterfalls, ... basically what you see at Yosemite. The human forms would still be discernable, but blended into the rock. I would only want backs, legs, arms ... no faces."

"Sounds like we would have to get naked ... I don't know."

"Well, yes... I want pictures of the human form. It comes through a lot better without clothes on. But this is art. This is beauty. It would be like modeling for art class. Nothing improper. You know the difference between a 'nude woman' and a 'naked lady'. No faces. Mainly backs, legs, arms. Stuff like that. It is for art. You can do it for art can't you? You have very nice photogenic body. Nice form."

"I still don't know. I will have to talk this over with Tom and get back with you. I will let you know."

Rosa should have known, or maybe she did know, that Tom would agree with both heads. He wants to see Rosa getting fucked by another man. And he wants to see Bev naked, to feel her all over. He wants to fuck her. But Tom was smart and knew he had to convince Rosa with arguments appealing to Rosa's artistic and intelligent nature. A few minutes later he won her over. A few minutes after that Rosa called William and the afternoon was cast. 

After lunch, showering, and getting dressed, Rosa and Tom were anxiously on their way. On arriving, there were welcomed in by William. They settled in the front room and Bev brought out lemonade. After setting down the drinks, she sat next to Tom on the sofa. Her hand rested on Tom's thigh. Rosa and William were in chairs across from them. There was an unspoken tension in the room beneath the pleasantries exchanged between them. They all knew that in a few minutes they would all be naked. The stated objective of the afternoon was art, there was no mention of other possibilities. But other possibilities were certainly on everyone's minds. William got up and cleared some furniture in front the wall. He asked Rosa to help him stretch a blue sheet along the floor and up the wall. They were careful to have nice curve in the sheet instead of following the edge between floor and wall. With this background it would be easier to merge the pictures of bodies with pictures of rock faces and such. He explained his ideas and suggested poses to the others. The first poses were to be just one person at a time, mainly backsides and legs.

"Well, the time has come!" said William after everyone had finished their drinks. He noticed that Bev and Tom had moved closer to each other. Bev's arm now occasionally squeezing Tom's inner thigh and his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. "Rosa, can we start with you? Bev and Tom look too comfortable to get up right now. If you want, you can undress in the hall bathroom. There is a robe for you in there." 

"I'll do that. Don't go away!" said Rosa as she nervously left to go into the bathroom. When she was gone, Bev and Tom watched William quickly undress himself. As they watched, their hands roamed a bit more freely and wantonly. After undressing, William got his camera and went to the blue sheet on the wall. He started staring at it as though he could see the various poses and effects he was after. He imagined the finished work and smiled.

Rosa came out of the bathroom with robe covering her naked body. She saw William in his quiet contemplation. "You got undressed too!" she exclaimed while staring at his now more or less limp cock. 

"Yea, did not want you to feel picked on. Besides, not only will I be photographer, will also be model. Everybody will have their chance to do both." William explained. "Let's get started. You can come over here and stand with your back towards me. When you are ready you can take off the robe. We can do pictures with you standing up first, and then we may move to the floor."

Rosa did as she was asked. She heard the camera click as she moved from one pose to another. As he was shooting, William would direct her, at first just verbally, but more and more with his hands touching her, feeling her, stroking her. After the standing poses, he placed her on the floor in a sitting pose with soft but firm hands guiding her shoulders and legs. He took a few more pictures from various angles. He got behind her and lifted her to a kneeling position. His hands moved down to her ass cheeks, and he played with them for a few seconds. Then a few more clicks of the camera followed by more touching. Rosa was loosing her concentration. She liked the soft touches. She wanted more touches in more pleasurable areas. She could feel William's cock occasionally brush against her. It wasn't limp anymore. She was in a kneeling position as William put his hands on her inner thighs, and coaxed her legs a little further apart. They brushed against her excited pussy lips. A few more clicks. It was getting harder and harder to continue shooting. But the excitement he felt inspired him further. 

Bev and Tom stared at the other couple got more and more excited. They stroked each other more passionately. Tom's hands pressed against Bev's breasts, searching for her engorged nipples. When they were found, they were teased, and stroked, and gently pinched. Bev reached for the bulge Tom's pants and started stroking. Tom whispered in her ear to take his cock out. Bev smiled, and quickly unzipped his fly, and reached in. When free, his cock sprung out. It wanted the touch of Bev's hands. She softly stroked for a few minutes, then had Tom get up so she could take his pants off completely. Tom sat back down and slowly unbuttoned Bev's shirt. Between each button, they would kiss, long hard kisses with tongues playing. When Bev's shirt was undone, Tom pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall onto the sofa. He reached around and undid her bra. If also fell off Bev's body revealing breasts with nipples wanting attention. Tom sucked each one making them stand proud and tall. Tom had her stand up so he could remove her pants and panties. Then he took his shirt off. Both naked, they embraced each other tightly and kissed again.

William yelled out "Hey you two, save some of that for the camera."

Tom snapped out of his moment of bliss. At first he was a little annoyed at the interruption. But he looked around and noticed William's cock sticking straight out in anticipation. He noticed Rosa staring at that cock with a glazed wanton look of abandoning all rational thought. He knew that if he went along with William's request, they would soon all be fucking in a glorious exciting frenzy. He and Bev moved to the blue screen as Rosa moved a little away.

William looked at Rosa and said "Imagine a sculpture of lovers holding each other. Make a work of art like that. These two are your clay... mold them with your hands." Rosa smiled and laid Bev down on her side. She put Tom behind Rosa with his arms around her. She put his head askew kissing her neck. She moved his hands around her so each one was cupping Bev's breasts. Tom felt Bev's nipples pressing into the palms of his hands. Rosa placed Bev's hands over Tom's hands, pressing them into her harder. Rosa had Bev's legs trace Tom's legs so that their two bodies were merged into one solid form and backed off so William could move in with the camera eye. Through the camera, William was sharing the excitement building between Bev and Tom. He clicked of several shots from several angles as Tom and Bev squirmed involuntarily, rubbing each other to new levels of bliss. Bev felt Toms cock slightly stroking her ass cheeks.

Rosa opened Bev's legs with slight touches along her inner thigh. The touch was electric, exciting for both of them. Tom's cock emerged through the open legs very close to Bev's excited pussy. Rosa pressed the underside of Tom's cock against Bev's slick cunt. She felt the heat and the slippery wetness as Tom's cock was moving up and down like a piston, between Bev's pussy and Rosa's hand. The shaft was along the open lips, the head rubbing along the clit. William had moved the voyeuristic camera in to capture it all. His cock was hard and excited as his concentration went through the camera lens engulfing the wonderful sight. For an infinite moment, the four of them resonated with a common erotic vibration. The fragrance of two wanting pussies and two cocks oozing pre-cum permeated the room. 

After a few moments, Rosa had Tom lie on his back. She had Bev lie face down on top of him with her pussy about at his chest and her thighs slightly open around his head. Rosa put Tom's arms around Bev's lower back. Bev's face went between Tom's thighs with her arms resting on his legs. William took several pictures from several angles. Tom could smell Bev's arousal emanating from her open legs. Bev felt Tom's cock in that spot between her breasts. They could not stay still. Like gravity, Bev's pussy was being pulled down to Tom's face, her head to his cock. Like a slow kiss, Bev's open, engorged, wet pussy lips approached Tom's wanting lips. The lips touched, and his tongue explored her pussy cave searching for and finding and stroking clit treasure. Mesmerized, Rosa reached out and grabbed William's dick and started stroking. Rosa saw Tom's dick being pulled into Bev's open mouth. She followed suit pulling William's cock into her mouth. William closed his eyes as he felt his cock enter her mouth. He put down his camera knowing there would be no more pictures. As Rosa was sucking William's cock, her hands were stroking the base and tickling his balls.

Rosa was getting more and more excited as her tongue felt William's dick and her fingers tickled the now tight balls. She wanted more. Looking up at William, she said "I am ready for this cock to be in me. Fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me slow or hard or fast, but FUCK ME. FUCK MY PUSSY!" Tom watched as William put Rosa on her knees and got behind her. He lined his cock up with her wanting wet pussy and slowly pushed it in. In a long slow stroke, it hit bottom. He slowly withdrew until the head of his cock was just inside her pussy lips then slowly pushed in again. On each stroke in, Rosa pushed her hips back against him, trying to force him in further and further. The excitement was building more and more. The pace got faster and faster until William was slamming into Rosa with all the force he could find and his hands pulling Rosa into him as he slammed into her. There was that slapping sound filling the room.

Tom got off his back and put Bev on her back. He moved around until he was between her legs. He put her legs over his shoulder. Bev felt very good as his cock slid into her wanting her pussy. His cock head was stroking against the spot. She moaned with pleasure. She moaned with each stroke, feeling the climax build. They were both so charged, it would not take very much. His stokes went deeper and faster. Bev's moans turned into screams. Her excitement was building and building and building. She felt Tom tighten up his tension also reaching crescendo. Her hips in counter sync to his the friction feeling so wonderful. "I'm cumming, don't stop, don't stop, DON'T STOP, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUUUUMMING" she screamed as the orgasm washed over her releasing a torrent of feeling. Feeling her pussy tighten Tom could not hold back as his slow explosion moved from his balls though his cock and into the pussy. He felt each contraction forcing more and more cum into Bev. They both collapsed into a limp pile feeling the warm relaxed after glow. 

The orgasms were contagious. On hearing Bev's screams of pleasure, Rosa and William were pushed to their edge. Rosas moans got louder and sharper as she felt her orgasm start in her feminine center and build in strength. Her muscles in full tension froze as the explosion erupted throughout her body. She let out one last scream. William was also on the edge, in one last push in as deep as he could go as he felt his cum shooting into her. Over the top the release was complete. William slumped over her unable to move. The room was silent for a few moments.



Doing It for Donna



by BrettJ © 2011



For the very first time in their 16-year relationship, Jack Hall was looking at his wife as if she had gone insane. Indeed, maybe she had. What she had just asked of him was not the type of request a woman would normally make of her husband.

For Donna, Jack would have done anything. Like in "What a Wonderful Life", Jack would have lassoed the moon. In Jack's eyes, Donna held the moon and the stars.

Donna had an incandescent beauty, the kind that only comes along once in a lifetime. When Jack met her in high school at age 14, he was lost in her pale blue eyes. Her face was luminous, her body slender and she had an elegant bearing. Her hair was so light it was almost silver and her voice was lyrical and joyous at all times.

Jack didn't know what to make of Donna or how to behave around her. An all-star linebacker with a promising football career ahead of him, the word a lot would have used was "lout". That included his mother and at times, several of his teachers. Jack wasn't afraid to use his fists and his academic record showed that. His long-suffering parents considered it a miracle that he'd even made it to high school.

Fate intervened one afternoon when a senior was obviously pestering Donna for a date. He wouldn't take "No" for an answer, even when Donna tried to rebuff him gently. Jack moved in and told the smaller senior to get lost; the guy took a swing at Jack and landed across the hall from the force of Jack's punch. A teacher saw the entire event and took Jack, the other guy and Donna to the principal's office.

"You could have just shoved him away," Donna said with an exasperated sigh. "Not every problem is solved with fisticuffs."

"That one was," Jack smiled. He got a smile out of Donna and while they waited for the principal, they talked under the watchful glare of the administrator's secretary. Donna cleared Jack and they were done in less than 10 minutes. He walked her to class and insisted on walking her home.

"I don't need a protector," Donna said. "I study Tae Kwan Do; I can take care of myself."

"Maybe you can," Jack said, swiftly grabbing her wrists so she couldn't defend herself. "IF you have time to think and then to react." Donna looked at him with those eyes of hers and Jack knew he wouldn't leave her side for the rest of her life. She smiled at him, nodded and went to class. Dopey as it seemed to him at the time, Jack knew he had found the girl he was going to marry.

He was able to get Donna to agree to a date a few weeks later and after their first date; Donna was never far from his side. He was so warm to her, with beautiful manners and he was so protective, but never smothering. Jack never again felt complete without Donna and she helped him smooth off some of his rough edges. Jack told his buddies that Donna was the best thing that ever happened to him. His temper began to mellow and he became a Straight-A student while still earning himself a football scholarship. Donna was very proud of him on the evening of their graduation and that night, they had sex for the first time. While it wasn't the most passionate sex they ever had, it was the most special night for both, as it was the first time for both.

After university, Jack decided not to pursue athletics; he worked hard to get his teaching certificate and was now vice-principal of the very school where he met Donna. Donna worked as a chef in a restaurant and made slightly more than her husband, which didn't threaten his masculinity. They still had no kids.

"You really, truly want this to happen?" Jack asked his wife as they sat down to dinner. 

Donna gave him a look that suggested "what part of this don't you understand?" and sat down at the table. "Yes, I do. Valentina is my best friend and my baby sister. You've known her almost as long as you have me. Would it be so awful?"

"Sweetheart, there's never been another woman in my bed ... ever. You were my first and I always thought you'd be my last, this is pretty out there as requests go," Jack smiled as he dug into his food.

Valentina Blake had been Donna's best friend since their childhood. Petite and exotic looking due to her Taiwanese mother, Valentina and Donna had the same dad, different mothers. Despite Donna living with her stepmother and dad, the siblings bonded immediately. Valentina had been maid of honor at Donna's wedding and Donna had served in the same capacity at Val's wedding to Steve. Jack hated Steve; he thought he was a low-class thug who was even more brutal than Jack had been in his misspent youth. If Steve couldn't solve a problem, he hit it. After one too many punches, Val finally walked out, after having her soon-to-be ex charged with spousal abuse.

"Val's going to live with us until she gets back on her feet, we have the room," Donna told him earlier that day. "I would also very much like her to feel wanted and desired, so if it should happen to occur, you can have sex with her. I'd like you to see if you can make it happen, actually," Donna told him in a manner so calm it was almost like she was asking him to take out the trash.

Donna smiled at her husband and held his hand. "Darling, I know you've been faithful and I adore you. There's never been another man for me and never will be, but it's not cheating if I give you permission. Val's beautiful, you've never thought about it? Not even a threesome?"

Jack shook his head, telling his wife a rare fib. He had thought about a threesome, Val being so exotic and dark-haired with his wife so ethereal and blonde. But he knew it was only a fantasy.

"Just think about it honey and if it's something you can handle, do it as a favor to me, all right?" Donna requested.

Valentina showed up the next day and she gave Donna a big hug and then turned and gave one to Jack. His wife's request kept pinging in his brain and he saw his sister in his arms, acting soft, sensual and passionate. It was hard to push the images away when you considered the filmy little black dress Val was wearing. Her petite body was very appealing and the high-heeled black boots she wore were quite sexy. She and Donna were already laughing and hugging as he carried her suitcases inside.

He could see how happy Donna was to have Val around from the minute they sat down to dinner. Having Val live in California again made her happy and Jack wanted her to be happy. If he had been single, Jack would have no problem making love to Val. Everything about her cried "sex" and even though she had been beaten by her husband, her spirit shone through and you could see she was strong. Donna had said something to him while his mind was wandering with thoughts of Val.

"Jack? Honey, did you hear me. I said to Val that she looks great and we're glad to have her here, aren't we honey?" Donna smiled.

"Sorry hon, mind drifted. Yes Val, we're happy you're here and I know it makes Donna happy, so it makes me happy," Jack grinned.

"What about you, Jack. Does my being here make you happy?" Val asked. Jack was sure she was flirting with him a bit as her boot-clad foot nudged his.

"Two gorgeous women under my roof, what sane man wouldn't be happy?" Jack smiled. Then, he teased "The bathroom schedule will be posted in the morning."

The women laughed but Valentina's subtle flirting showed him Donna might have been right and that Val wouldn't object if something sexual happened between them. He still wasn't sure, it was an odd request, but Donna didn't do things lightly.

The girls were happily chatting when Jack had to say good night. He'd had a long day at work and was looking forward to a nice Saturday with his wife and their houseguest, so he crashed around 11. Around 1, he felt a rustling and made room for Donna to join him. A soft hand ran down his torso and he shot up. He knew Donna's touch and it wasn't her!

"Val?" He whispered, not wanting to alert Donna, then realizing that was ridiculous.

"Yes," Valentina whispered, her voice soft and lilting. "Donna and I were talking, she's crashed in the living room. She told me that if I wanted you, it was okay with her if we had sex. I want you Jack ... very much. I always have, it's the only issue that ever came between us ... I've had a thing for you for years and I think it's why I was with Steve, because I couldn't have you. Now I can and I'm taking you. Turn on the lights, please?" Val asked.

Steve clicked on the light and saw Val beside him, dark almond eyes, sexy chestnut-brown hair and petite, beautiful tits. She lowered her mouth to his own and kissed him, her tongue slid around in his mouth. His opinion of Steve was further lowered by the fact that only an idiot would abuse someone this sensual and giving, Val could really kiss. Donna flew from his mind for a minute as he wrapped his arms around the tiny brunette on top of him. She was certainly passionate and loving, her tongue moving around in his mouth. Then she began to move down his body and her tongue wasn't in his mouth any more. She was kissing his entire torso and working her way down.

For the first time in his life, someone other than Donna was touching him and Jack had to admit, it certainly was hot. Val's sweet little face hovered over his cock and then she plunged down. It took a lot of effort for Jack not to scream out, he didn't want to wake Donna. Giving consent to fuck her half-sister was one thing, actually seeing it was another entirely. Val's mouth was like warm butter on his shaft, this little minx sure as hell knew what a man liked in bed.

"You're incredible," Jack panted. "How the hell did you get so good?"

Val grinned as she came up for air. " I have a small confession to make. During the last 2 years of our marriage, I wasn't entirely faithful to Steve. There wasn't very much love left by the end." She went back down on his cock and sucked it right to the root.

Jack groaned and bit his lip, it was hard to be quiet because everything Val was doing to him was being done with such passion. She seemed to be eager to fuck him, it was almost like she was competing with Donna. She didn't have to, of course, he adored Donna and Donna wanted the two of them to fuck. Maybe Val thought she had to prove something to herself? No matter, the feelings were pleasurable and if he had Donna's okay, he might as well lie back and enjoy it.

After a while, Jack knew that he was being selfish and that wasn't what Val needed at this point. She needed someone to be attentive to her desires as well, so Jack instructed her to spread her legs. Donna was nuts about oral, so Jack had become very good. He hoped his skills would please her sibling as much as they pleased his wife, Jack had watched enough porn over the years to pick up a few pointers.

From the moment his lips touched down on Val's sparsely-furred pussy, the petite brunette went apeshit. Her hands dug into his scalp and she screamed. Jack was hoping his wife was sleeping soundly, because he couldn't seem to control Val's moaning and panting. He felt a bit proud he was doing right by Valentina and didn't stop until he had made her cum.

"Fuck, if Steve ate pussy that well, I might still be with him," Val panted as she got up. "My sister is one lucky bitch."

"Thank you," Jack laughed. "We want you to be happy, what would the lady like next?"

"The lady would like you to fuck the hell out of her!" Val groaned as she pushed him back on his back. Her slim, tiny body slid down on top of his cock and she began to ride. Val was undeniably beautiful, Jack couldn't believe he was now her lover and Donna's as well. Her body moved on top of his with precise movements and her pussy was snug and tight, she moved the muscles of her cunt around his shaft. Val knew what to do in bed and again, Jack couldn't believe what a fricking idiot Steve had to be. A man had to be crazy to let someone as sweet and kind as her go, plus such a sensational fuck as well.

"Oh Christ, oh fuck, oh fucking CHRIST!" Val groaned as her pussy flooded his cock. "This feels fucking amazing, keep on fucking me Jack!"

"I think you're fucking me Val, but why quibble?" Jack chuckled, using his strong hands to pull her down hard on his cock. Val giggled and tightened her muscles again, Jack thought he might have her show that trick to Donna, it was quite a turn-on. She continued humping up and down until she threw her head back and screamed. It made him cum and he flooded her pussy with his spend.

After she had calmed down, she snuggled in his arms. "That was what I needed Jack, thank you."

"Thank you as well Val, I loved it too. But listen, I know we have permission to fuck, but I don't want to overdo it, okay? I love Donna and I don't want to see her hurt," Jack told her.

"I love Donna too, always have," Val smiled. "I told her if she wanted, we could make it a threesome."

"Threesome? You're into girls? And the incest thing wouldn't bug you?"

Val nodded. "Steve kept pushing, so one time, I gave in and found out I really could enjoy women. It's a totally different feeling, so I told Donna when we talked last night if she ever wanted to try it, I'd be happy to show her. No, the incest thing wouldn't bug me ... we have different moms, after all, and we are both women."

"Wow, that's pretty amazing. So, what did Donna say?"

"I told her I'd have to think about it," Donna said, standing in the open doorway of the bedroom. In the room's dim lighting with the moon behind her, lighting her silky, perfect body, she was eerily beautiful. All these years and Jack never grew tired of looking at her, but he saw Val's eyes taking her in as well. "I've thought about it and after listening to you two for the last 45 minutes and seeing how sexy you two look together for the last 10, no more thinking. I want you ... both of you, so shove over kids, I'm coming in."

Donna joined them in bed, but she didn't go to her husband at first, she went to Val. She and Valentina began kissing and then Donna kissed her husband, sweetly. Donna whispered "Watch this darling, we're doing this as much for your benefit as for ours." Val rolled on top of his wife and began kissing her, sucking on Donna's tongue, her hands removing the skimpy bra and panties Donna had been wearing when she entered the room. Donna's naked body was now on full display, a body that Jack was intimately familiar with, but seemed to bring new delight to Val. She skimmed it with her hands and then she began to kiss down Donna's pale body, a ghostly, sexy specter in the moonlight behind them. Val and Donna were intimately entwined, almost one entity as passion fused them together. Jack was watching his wife experience something unique and new, a familial first they were sharing together.

Val was very deliberately loving as she went all over Donna's body, oohing and aahing over her beautiful sister. Donna was totally enamored, never having seen Val naked before and marveling at their similarities, thrilling at their differences. When Val's lips began moving down her body, Donna tried not to squeal loudly, but her sister's lips were so knowing and so skilled, her hands were bunching up the sheets of the bed as Val stimulated her senses. She looked over at Jack, who was watching them both with rapt attention.

"I'm going to eat this pretty, perfect pussy like I've wanted to for years," Val said, licking her lips. She proceeded to do just that, loving it gently like she was licking an ice cream cone or a lollipop. At one point, Donna screamed so hard and her body jerked so hard, to Jack, it almost seemed like she was having a seizure. It was a bit unusual to see someone else invoke that kind of pleasure in his wife, but it was also a bit kinky and thrilling as well.

"She's good baby, she's so fucking good," Donna groaned, her face contorted in pleasure.

Jack knew that already, but to see his loving wife discover a new side of her sexuality was thrilling. He could see that Val had already made Donna cum once and wondered how many more she had in her? He looked at the time and it was nearing 3 AM. Jack didn't know how long they could all keep this up, he was damned glad tomorrow wasn't a work day.

"Oh God sweetheart, Val, you're doing such wonderful things to my body!" Donna groaned.

"That's good baby, I'll do them any time you want," Val sighed as she moved from between Donna's thighs. "I want to watch Jack fucking you and why don't you try eating my pussy? Listen for my sighs and moans, let them be your cue. I want us all to be joined, okay?" Val grinned.

Jack knew that at this point, his wife was going to agree to anything. He got behind her and whispered loudly "I love you", making sure that Val could hear it as well. How many wives were trusting enough to let their man fuck their little sister and one who was as hot as Val?

Jack made sure his wife was ready, once she was, in he went. Normally she would have shrieked loudly enough to shake the rafters, but her face was already buried in Val's wet pussy. He would never have believed this was Donna's first time with a woman, she was really in there, her tongue digging deep. There was absolutely no hesitation on Donna's part; she was wriggling her face around in her best friend's cunt and running her hands all over Val's body as well. Donna was obviously intent on giving as good as she'd gotten.

Val's nails were digging deeply into Donna's scalp, but the passionate blonde couldn't have cared less. She had no idea in doing this favor for Val and letting her husband have the thrill of fucking Val that she would be drawn into a new, erotic world, but here it was. Donna had never known she was bi-sexual and might never have known, perhaps it was serendipity that had brought them all together. All Donna knew now was this would most assuredly not be the last time they all fucked together or the last time she and Val shared their bodies. It was simply too marvelous to give up!

Jack plunged in, harder and harder until his stamina was shot. He let go his cum into his wife's pussy and with a naughty glint in her eye, Val was there to clean her up, licking and lapping. He watched their love-play and eventually, his strength returned. They fucked until the sun came up.

The trio shared their bed from that night on; their shared passion just didn't seem to die out. If either woman was "incapacitated", she insisted the other take care of Jack. He never slept alone or went without, his work colleagues teased him he must be getting some on the side, he looked a bit tired. He just waved them off with a dopey grin.

A few months after Val had moved in, Donna came in the kitchen, jumping up and down and shrieking. Jack and Val had told Donna she could stay forever as far as they were concerned, she was family and also spoiled them rotten with her housekeeping skills. 

"What's up, baby?" Val said, kissing her sister-turned-lover.

"I'm pregnant!" Donna screamed, holding up the stick to reveal the little positive sign. Jack let out a large whoop and twirled his wife around until she laughed for him to stop. "I'm going to get nauseous and that's not supposed to happen for another few months."

Jack laughed and let her down and then Val smiled "Hang on to your hats, kiddies." She held up a stick of her own. "I'm pregnant, too!"

Donna and Jack both stared and then sat down at the table. They hadn't thought to use protection when fucking with Val, they were so used to fucking without it. Jack was stunned and wondered aloud what they would do.

"Don't be silly darling, you'll have two kids," Donna smiled. "It might be a bit unusual, but there are weirder things in this day and age. You don't want Val going anywhere, right?" Jack shook his head. "Neither do I," Donna said, giving Val a quick peck. "So let's all move forward and start thinking of baby names and planning showers and buying baby stuff and doing all those things expectant parents do."




Doing It for Donna



With his wife and sister / lover seated on either side of him, Jack decided he'd make the best of the situation. He knew about one thing that might be to his benefit ... he might finally get a break from sex when these two hellions of his were far too tired to fuck.



Doing It For Each Other is Exciting



"Let's do something different tonight," Jo said. "Let's masturbate for each other, and see who can cum first."

"I'll win that one easily," I said. "I can cum any time I look at your tits. Better see who can make it last longest."

"Whatever," she said. "But we'll diddle ourselves instead of each other. I've never watched you masturbate."

"Nor me you. I've never really watched you cum, except from on top of you. We'll sit in the armchairs and watch each other. But first how about we strip for action?"

We stood two paces apart and stripped. I took off my shirt. Jo took off her blouse. I wanted to have the fun of undoing it down the front and revealing her bra holding two glorious tits in place. As I'd said, that alone could make me cum. I was already hard at the thought of it. But Jo insisted we weren't going to touch each other. Or even get close to each other. I didn't know how long I could hold out.

I took off my undervest. Jo took off her brassiere. So far I was getting the best of it. Jo's breasts jiggled at me every time she moved, and her nipples were already showing signs of interest. All Jo was getting out of it was the sight of my hairy chest. But then she always got the best of it at other times, when she had me working on a clit and a cunt and two nipples and sundry erogenous zones, and the only sensation I got was from her working on my cock.

I dropped my jeans, and Jo dropped hers. Advantage to me again. She had long, shapely legs that seemed to go all the way up to her armpits, with the kind of thighs that made me want to have them wrapped round my ears. All she had to look at was a pair of hairy legs with knobbly knees. I looked higher to where the crotch of her panties only just hid the goodies I knew nestled between her thighs. Jo was staring hard at me, and I realized she wasn't doing so badly after all---her panties hid everything, but my Y-fronts gave a pretty good indication of the state of my erection and the size of the ball bag being held so closely in check.

Inside my briefs, my prick was already swollen and clamoring to be let out. I looked at Jo to see if there was any sign she might be getting as worked up as I was. She was rubbing her thighs together, and that was a sure sign her cunt was beginning to act up. And there was a wet stain spreading across her panties where her thighs joined. So the sight of my bulging briefs must be having some effect on her, I thought. Pity she already knows what's inside. It would be more exciting for her if she'd never seen it before.

"What's the delay?" Jo demanded. "Surely you're not getting bashful?"

"Just imagining what it would be like to have X-ray eyes," I said. And hauled my last vestige of modesty down to my feet. My prick surged out in a very creditable erection, pointing its head aggressively toward Jo. Jo stalled.

"Now what's your delay? Stunned by my beauty?"

"Not exactly beauty," Jo said, "but it's pretty stunning. We always seem to be in such a hurry to start fucking that I never get a chance to enjoy looking at it. Come closer."

"I'll cum anywhere for you," I said, and stepped closer.

Jo stared down at the rod that was beginning to throb so much I longed to start the game and grab hold of it and start masturbating. She hissed through her teeth.

"I think this is going to be a good game. My cunt's already creaming at the thought of it, and now looking at your gonads is sending her into orbit. And that's a lovely big, swollen, tumescent knob on the end of your tool. I want to run my tongue round it and suck it like a lollipop."

But she didn't. Rules of the game again! Instead, she put her two thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, and slowly wriggled them down, over her belly, over the V-shaped mound leading down to her crotch.

"You've shaved yourself!" I exclaimed. The mound was naked and pink, devoid of the usual brown curls that often straggled out of her panties.

"Specially for you. Like it?"

"I'll tell you when those passion killers come right off"

Jo continued the downward strip, bringing the whole of her freshly shaved crotch into view, down her thighs, and eventually to her feet. She spread her feet wide, put her hands on her hips, and thrust her starkly naked cunt toward me.

"Now tell me if you like it. No, you don't need to, I can see for myself what's happening to that weapon of yours. It's a monster!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. My cock was throbbing and demanding to be held. I took it in my hand and stroked it, all the way from the distended red knob to the root that grew out of my scrotum, stroked it for my own satisfaction but also to see what effect it would have on Jo.

The effect was dramatic. Jo clutched her breasts until the nipples thrust out between her fingers, stepped back and writhed her pelvis so that the eye of her cunt opened and closed at me.

"You're masturbating yourself," I accused. "You're not supposed to start yet."

"I'm not touching myself."

"Depends on the definition of masturbation. Does it have to be done with the hands? I'm sure you're working on your clit. And you're doing all sorts of things with your cunt. And you wouldn't be doing them if it wasn't exciting."

"Well, what's that your doing to your fucking machine?" she countered. "That's quite definitely masturbation."

"Not really. I'm just stroking it for your benefit."

"It's not doing me any good at all. If you go on like that you may not cum, but I certainly shall. I think it's time to take to the armchairs."

I was most gratified to see what an effect I was having on Jo. I knew she was always ready for fucking, but I'd always assumed it was the anticipation of what was to come that made her cunt begin to drool. But right now it was drooling more than I'd ever seen it drool, and we weren't even planning to fuck. It must have been my prick that was doing it.

We sat in the armchairs, facing each other, our feet touching, close enough to be able to observe all the action in detail. Whenever Jo wasn't available and I wanked myself, I would lie down on my back with my legs stretched straight out. I had to have my legs together---I could never get an orgasm if they were apart. I'd always assumed a woman did the same.

But I was to be educated. Jo immediately raised her knees and brought up her feet to rest them on the seat of the chair. This opened her thighs so that every part of her genitalia was exposed to my view. Her vulva was spread wide. Her cunt lips hung out, glistening with pre-cum juice and so swollen that it seemed impossible they could normally be hidden inside. Her cunt hole was no longer a mysterious slit but an inviting, salivating opening. The only part of that sexual array that I couldn't see was her clitoris, which remained hidden .

"Just a moment," I said. I fetched a table lamp, and placed it so that the light shone full on the whole area between Jo's thighs. Every secret detail of her sexual organs was starkly exposed to my hungry gaze.

I lay back in the armchair, and pushed a cushion under my ass cheeks. My prick stood straight up from my groin, reaching for the sky. Jo looked across at it and licked her lips.

And then she began, slowly and deliberately, playing with herself. I could tell that what she was doing was for my sake more than for hers. If she was intent on cumming, she would have been masturbating herself madly. But she began by taking her cunt lips, one in each hand, between thumb and finger, and pulling them out and spreading them apart. Then she put her fingers into the entrance to her cunt hole and slowly pulled it open.

"Know what I'd like right now?" She sucked in her lower lip and rolled her eyes.

"A hefty hot meat injection?" I suggested.

"Don't be so crude. I'd like your head down here between my thighs, with your tongue probing up inside my cunt and your nose pressed against my clit."

"I'd like that too," I said. "Let's change the game to gamarouche. I'd just love to be sucking on those cunt lips."

"Such an impetuous boy!" she chided. "You imagine that, and I'll imagine you're sucking me off."

Her fingers were circling round and round her clit, and then she did something at the top of the slit and her clit popped out 

It was the first time I'd seen it like that, and I wanted to kneel between her legs and suck it into my mouth and diddle it with my tongue. But Jo knew exactly what she wanted. She put one finger into her mouth and sucked it, then put the wet finger on the little button and rubbed it faster and faster until she was moaning with her eyes closed and her face contorted in ecstasy.

She'd cum for me often enough before, but always underneath me so that all I could see of her was her face. This time I could watch every part of her naked body in the throes of an approaching orgasm. Her nipples were engorged red cherries bursting out of two swollen aureoles. Her breasts were thrusting out, jiggling from side to side as her breath came in great gasps. Her navel winked at me as her belly rose and fell in time with the writhing of her whole pelvis. Her thighs were opening and closing like scissors, one moment pressed tightly together to massage her bloated cunt lips, the next moment spread wide apart to open the mouth of her cunt till I could look right up inside the throbbing wet tunnel. And every sexual part of her was so brightly lit that I could examine every last detail.

Suddenly Jo stopped moving, and opened her eyes. I couldn't imagine how she could have so much self control.

"Alright, I've been giving you a pretty good exhibition." Her voice was breathy and husky. "Now your turn. Mash that mutton till it explodes. I've never been able to watch an ejaculation, it's always happened inside me. I'll wait for you, and I'll cum when you cum. We'll cum together. But don't make me wait too long."

By the feel of everything inside and outside my groin, she wasn't going to have to wait long. The sight of all that naked sexuality beginning to orgasm right in front of me had my weapon primed and loaded and ready to fire. Every part of my body cried out for me to jerk myself off immediately. But if Jo could hold back for my benefit, I thought, perhaps I could for her. I'd give her an exhibition she wouldn't forget.

So instead of madly massaging my rod for my own benefit, I opened my own thighs so that Jo could enjoy the details I had never consciously displayed before. My prick was stiff and swollen, standing proudly up from the tangled hairs of my groin, so engorged that the veins stood out all the way up the shaft till they disappeared under the rim of its knob. The surface of the knob was stretched so tight that it bulged, smooth and shiny and bright red, its rim projecting from the shaft like a barb. My balls hung in my crotch, the skin of my ball bag dragged tight to cover the base of a fucking machine that was extended more than I had ever known it.

I licked my finger, and ran it round and round the distended knob, then with finger and thumb only I slowly massaged the length of the shaft, stretching the sensitive Vee that faced toward Jo and teasing it with one finger of my other hand. It was quite a journey all the way down my ramrod to the base and back again, and by the time I'd done that a few times my self control was gone. I managed to keep most of my fingers away so that Jo could watch every detail, but soon I was wanking up and down, faster and faster, watching Jo's wide open cunt and beginning to gasp as I felt the orgasm building up inside my groin.

That was when Jo started again. With two fingers of one hand stuffed up inside her cunt, she began once again to play with her clitoris. Very soon her thighs were scissoring again and her belly was convulsing.

"I'm cumming," she gasped. "You cum with me....let's cum together....I want to watch you cum....I want to watch your cock explode....I want to watch you ejaculate....come and stand over me so I can watch you close up...squirt your cum all over me...I want to bathe in it!"

I scrambled to my feet without missing a beat and moved to stand with my legs touching Jo's chair. My prick was pointing straight out, over her belly.

"I'm cumming," I croaked. "Here it comes...cum with me...aaaah!!"

Jo screamed at the same time. "Yeees!!" A stream of my semen spurted out over her belly to fall white and creamy on her writhing tits.

"Open your mouth," I gasped, and raised the angle of elevation. The next stream reached her face. And the next went into her open mouth.

I don't know how many times I ejaculated, or how many I got into Jo's mouth. But when I was squeezing out the last drops, Jo was still flailing her legs and her pelvis, masturbating her clit as hard as she could and alternately crying and shouting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I stood back, exhausted, and watched the exhibition. It seemed as if Jo would never stop cumming. Her face and her tits were soaked with my cum, and her own cum juice was running down her crotch to trickle into the crack between the cheeks of her ass. Sowly she came down, moaning. And then she opened her eyes and looked at me and laughed.

"Wow!" she said. "That was something else. Almost beats fucking. I never realised how exciting it is to watch a wonderful cum pump doing its stuff. I think I could have cum without using my fingers at all, it was so exciting watching you masturbate."

"Me too," I said. "Having every part of you opened wide like that just about had me creaming. And knowing you were masturbating just for me finished me off."

"Masturbation!" Jo said. "Masturbating! It was always supposed to be such a dirty word. And such a dirty thing to do. I love doing dirty things, don't you? What else can we think of to do that's real dirty?"

     The end



Doing It For The Boys



Doing it for the Boys RedHairedandFriendly

Author's Note: This is not a romance. It does not contain incest. Enjoy. . .I did. *wink* ~ Red 

Sarah placed her coffee cup down and stared at her three friends. "Look, I know and you know, they're going to do it whether we allow them to or not. If not here, then somewhere else. At least here we can control the atmosphere," Sarah said, with an air of superiority. 

"She has a point," Barbara stated calmly. "Dean's been in trouble twice already this year, one more time and he could lose his scholarship. Mike and I can't afford to send him to Purdue without some financial aide. The football scholarship is our free ride." 

"But come on, Barb are you saying you'd be okay with your son and his friends drinking in the next room? And what about Mike? What's he going to say about this? He's the coach " Catherine asked. She finished her coffee and stood up collecting everyone else's cups as she did. "I mean Steve's in the same boat as Dean, but I don't know if this is the way to address the problem." 

"Everything else has failed," Denise muttered. "I'm not saying it's right and I'm not saying it's wrong. But since their freshman year they've become boys I don't even know anymore. Dean, Steve, Alan and the twins. It's like ants jumped in their jockey shorts and won't stop partying. I'm just glad I'm not a grandma yet " 

The four mothers nodded and murmured their agreement. It was Wednesday night and they were once again discussing their teenage boys. The twins, Darrel and Delbert celebrated their nineteenth birthday last Friday and ended up getting caught drinking on school property. They along with their best friends and the cheerleading squad were hauled off to the town jail, where they sat, until Saturday morning's game, when the coach came and bailed them out. 

All five boys were on the football team and all were on their way to earning a rap sheet a mile long. The only thing keeping them from Juvenile Hall was the fact that the Judge was one of the son's father, the Coach was also the Sire to one of the delinquents and the rest were star players. This last year had been the best on record for Smith Valley High. 

Sarah took a deep breath. "We all agree something has to be done. We can't stop them from having sex and drinking. We can stop them from getting caught and going to jail. Friday night there's a big game between Smith Valley and the Bakerville Bulldogs. If we win, you and I know they'll be a party somewhere. I say we hold it here. I've a pool, sauna, hot tub, and a rec room. Not to mention two spare bedrooms, futon mattresses and our couch is a pull out. They're gonna make-out with those girls and who knows when it'll go too far " 

Barbara sighed. "I'll talk to Mike and see what he says. He knows we have to do something. Steve's behavior is out of control. I'm in, if Mike is." 

Denise agreed saying, "They aren't going to agree, unless we aren't around." 

"Not around Hell yes we will be. . ." Sarah said. 

"Calm. We'll be in another room. Then they can have their fun," Denise said. 

Catherine tossed back her blonde bangs. "Greg will be fine with it, and since he's the county judge we'd never have to worry about getting caught. Matter of fact, he'll probably tell me 'If you're providing the booze, then you may as well provide the women too,'. " 

The three friends laughed. "Oh yeah, right. Those cheerleaders will be more than willing to do that for us," Barb laughed. 

Sarah chewed on her lip. "Wait a minute, this isn't a bad idea." 

The other ladies' jaws dropped. "What?" they all seemed to ask simultaneously. Sarah held up her hands. "Hear me out," she said. "Catherine's husband has a point. If we provide the women, then we know these boys will not be caught up in some STD frenzy fuck, right?"

"Sarah, this is too much. We've been lucky so far. From what Alan's told me the boys aren't fucking yet. There is talk about prom night, but maybe we can just throw a big party here that night and not worry about the typical prom expectations," Denise said. 

"We can give them what they need and keep them away from the cheerleaders if we play our cards right," Sarah said. 

"I can't even believe I'm going to ask this, but. . .Where are you going to get these girls?" Barbara inquired.

All eyes turned to Sarah and they watched her shrug. "Us." 

Her one word shocked the room into silence. Then everyone began speaking at once. She whistled loud and explained her plan. "Be quiet and listen. All four of us are disease free. All of us have had our tubes tied. All of us have their best interest at heart and. . .two of us are single. If Cat's husband and Barb's won't agree to let them suck a few cocks then Denise and I can do this alone. Just means we'll be extra tired, come Saturday morning." 

"You're serious aren't you?" Denise asked. "Sarah... I know you think this is the answer, but I don't want to fuck my son." She laughed half heartedly. 

"I'm not asking you to. Look. For example. . .Let's say Mike and Greg agree. I'll take Dean. Barbara can have Delbert, Cat's got Alan, and you could have Darrel. . . now that leaves Steve, so I'm willing to take him too. No one's left out and no one is fucking or sucking on their own kid," Sarah said. She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. 

"It would give us control wouldn't it," Catherine whispered. "I'll talk to Greg and again, if he's in, I'm in." 

Barbara shrugged her shoulders. "If I can keep Dean from getting some cheerleader pregnant and keep him out of jail, I'm in and I know Mike will be too. He'll just want a play by play so he can get off thinking about it." She laughed and added, "Hell, he'll probably want me to video tape my sessions."

Denise shook her head. "If I don't have to fuck Alan, then I'll go for it."

Sarah smiled at her friends. "They agree to this or they don't play ball. Deal?" she asked. 

The ladies smirked. "Deal," they unanimously agreed. 

"Do we tell the boys, before the game?" Denise asked, wondering how she was going to tell Alan he was welcomed to screw her best friends, because she was going to be screwing his. 

"No, we make this first night a surprise and tell them they can have more if they agree we four are the only ones they screw," Sarah said. 

"Win or lose, we have to make sure they come back here after the game. We'll tell them its part of their punishment for last weekend. No girls. Just the guys being allowed to hang out together at my place." Sarah commented to her friends as they said their goodbyes on her porch. 

Thursday afternoon the ladies were together again. This time they were making lists as to who was bringing what. Sharon was told she could sit back and relax. She was already providing the house and all the extra things that came with it. Barbara and Mike had agreed before hand to supply the drinks, soda for the first night. They wanted the boys sober when they presented their ultimatum. Catherine and Greg opted to bring the party food. Denise offered to bring her box, full of every single woman's most prized possessions, sex toys. Gregory and Mike would drop the boys off and then leave. They all agreed that having the dads there could be more intimidating than the just their moms. If this worked, then Greg and Mike could play with them another time. 

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

"This sucks Dad," Steve muttered under his breath. He sat in the front seat of his parents mini-van and stared out the window. Two of his best friends, Delbert and Alan sat in the back seat. They remained quiet. Steve knew though that they were just as upset as he was. "We were all just going over to Maxine's and having pizza. Her mom and dad were going to be there." 

"I don't care son. Your antics last week with the others landed you in a boat load of trouble. You can go to Delbert and Darrel's, hang out there with the others and Sarah or come home with me and hang with your parents," Greg told his son. 

He wanted to slap the young man upside the head and tell him what was in store for him, but he didn't. Inside he was envious. The idea of being eighteen or nineteen again and having older women to get him off, would have thrilled him to no end. He was hoping this worked out, because the idea of screwing Cat's friends with her permission was very appealing. 

"It won't be so bad," Delbert added, hoping to set his friend Steve's mind at ease. He was pissed too. The idea of missing out on seeing Maxine spread her legs when her parents weren't looking and playing with her soft blonde curls was not sitting well on him. He had to admit though, the fact that their parents were even allowing them all to hang out after last week was mind boggling. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and kick it. "I've got a couple new X-box games we can screw around with."

Alan remained quiet. His thoughts were on his mom. She'd been acting strange the last couple of days, watching him and several times he would have sworn he caught her checking out his crotch. He'd almost positioned himself so she could watch him jerk off this morning, but thought better of it. The idea of screwing his mom wasn't something he ever fantasized about, but the looks she was giving him were making him wonder if she wasn't thinking it. . .and that was making him think about it. When they arrived at the Delbert and Darrel's he gave himself a mental shake and thanked Steve's dad for the lift. 

The boys got out, just as Mike was pulling in the drive with Darrel and Dean. Soon they were piling out of his SUV. They all waved and watched the two dads drive away, before turning to head up the walkway toward the twins' front porch.

"I'm not looking forward to this," Delbert muttered. 

"Neither am I," his twin answered. "Mom's never missed a game. She's been to every one. She must have really been pissed." He opened the door to the house and heard the local rock station playing on the stereo speakers. His stepped back while the others walked in. Closing the door behind them he called out to his mother. "We're home." 

"Pizza's in the living room," Sarah's voice called from somewhere in the back. The boys pulled off their jackets and headed to the food. They settled down on the couch and the floor, surrounded by pizza, chips, salsa, and many other kinds of sweet and salty snacks as well as sodas. 

About an hour passed before the first of the five boys had to get up to pee. Dean made his way to the bathroom closet to the living room, passing Sarah's bedroom. He thought he heard an unusual sound, but shrugged it off. He used the facilities and then made his way back, this time hearing the muffled "oh" drew his attention. His gaze casually passed over the room, the door open and light spilling out. He stopped and stared at the twins' mom teasing her sex with a vibrator. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, but when he finally remembered to breathe, his eyes moved up to stare straight into hers.

"Good evening, Dean. How was the game?" she asked him quietly. He gawked at her. Her fingers pulled on the dark circles of her breasts and her hand slowly worked the fake cock in and out of a freshly shaved pussy. 

"Umm. . .we uh. . . lost, but. . .I'm sorry. I should go," Dean sputtered out. 

"Why? Don't you think I left it open for a reason? Do me a favor, go get Steve and you come back here with him. I have something I want to discuss with you boys," Sarah's voice came out throaty and full of lust. "You need to be quick though, because I'm gonna come soon." She flicked the vibrating cock to high and started to buck wildly on the bed. 

Dean's head was spinning. He made his way back to the guys and couldn't bring himself to look at Darrel and Delbert. He grabbed Steve and said, "Come on dude, I need to talk to you." The others looked up and asked what was wrong and Dean just muttered. "You'd never believe me if I told you. But I need to talk to Steve." 

Steve followed his friend and when he pushed him into Sarah's bedroom and shut the door behind them, Steve was left speechless. "She wants us both in here to talk to her," Dean whispered. 

Both Seniors from Smith Valley High stood in awe as Sarah's body lifted and fell from the thrusts of her toy plunging in and out of her sloppy pussy. The scent of her sex reached their noses and the smell and sight surrounding them caused their cocks to jerk against their pants. 

"Boys, here's the deal. Every time you get the urge. . ." Sarah moaned and swallowed her saliva, "to drink or even think of . . . ohhh fuck. . .yes. . . or even think of popping those cheerleaders' cherries. . . Mmmm. . .come here Dean, and push this in and out of me," Sarah suddenly muttered. 

Dean moved to the bed and sat down. His fingers wrapped around her toy and he watched in splendor as it entered and exited her pussy. "Missus. . ." 

"Sarah, I think we'll all be on a first name basis from now on. . .mmm. . .harder baby. . .don't you?" she muttered. "Ohh fuck yeah, like that. . .slow and steady. Steve come here and suck on my nipple." 

Steve moved to the side of the bed and stared down on the naked beauty that was telling him and his friend to get her off. He moved to his knees and cupped her right breast. His mouth latched over it and his cock strained with anticipation. 

"Fuck oohhh... ohhhh god yes, boys, just like that. Fuck me with that toy!" she shouted and buried her fingers into Steve's hair, holding him too her nipple. 

"You're too talented to go to jail for partying and your too young to get some highschool slut pregnant . . . Mmmm . . . faster Dean, ohhh yeah, like that. . ." Sarah's fingers moved down to pull and tease her clit. 

"I'll do that Missus... I mean Sarah," Dean whispered and settled between her legs. His mouth moved to her clit and she bucked against his face. 

"Jesus fucking A' . . .Dean," she muttered and hissed. "You boys can fuck us moms and drink. . .mmmm. . .beer, sodas, pussy juice. . ." She came on the last word. Her come shot from her sex and covered Dean's face. 

He quickly moved the toy from her entrance and covered it with his mouth. His tongue worked in and out of her slick hole until she was gasping and panting for him to let her breathe. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Darrel wasn't sure why his two friends hadn't come back. Several minutes had passed and they still weren't around. He got up, making excuse he was going to use the john, but really he was more curious as to what had befallen Steve and Dean. He walked past his mom's room, noting her door was closed, but thought nothing of it. He dashed to the back room where he figured the two boys were shooting pool or playing cards. Opening the double doors to the game room, he sighed into the darkness and moved to shut the doors behind him. A small "wait" came from somewhere in the dark and he stopped. 

"Whose in here?" he asked. His hand moved to the switch on the wall. 

"No, don't," the voice said. 

Darrel thought he recognized the woman's voice, but he wasn't sure. "Missus Geo. . ." 

"Darrel, shut the door and call me Denise. We have to talk. Leave the light off though," Denise whispered. 

Darrel did as he was told and shut the door. He leaned against it and let his eyes adjust to the light that was spilling from the window. "Denise, what's going on? Delbert and Steve ran off to some room in the house and. . ." 

"Darrel, you and your friends are on a path of destruction and we moms want it to end. So," a rustle in the room was heard, "we came up with an idea." 

He heard the sound of a lighter being flicked and watched as a candle was lit. The soft glow cascaded over Denise, his best friend Alan's divorced mom. Darrel swallowed. He took in her tall frame, full breasts, and slim hips. She wore a sheer robe, barely covering her pussy, which he swore was trimmed into a heart shaped design. "What the fuck?" he muttered. 

"Darrel," she whispered, setting the candle on the table, where she'd been leaning. "If you feel the need to drink or make out, perhaps fuck some silly ninny at school or even college this fall, we want you to think of us. We want to provide those services to you and your friends. That way there are no unwanted pregnancies or diseases. Could we trust you to do that for us?" Denise asked, opening her robe and letting it fall to the floor. 

She stepped onto a small stool, she'd placed on the in front of the pool table. Slowly she climbed onto the green fabric and crawled toward the young man. "You can fuck us all, except your mom. No incest here, just good ol' fashioned screwing. You get what you want, an experienced beautiful woman. . .three really and we get what we want. . .great safe sex and no grand kids." 

When she made it to the other end of the table she stopped and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and running her hands down her body. "Deal?" she asked. 

Darrel's eyes were bugging out. His hands were already pulling his zipper down and his cock was out and being stroked by the time her 'deal' left her lips. "Deal," he answered back and stripped. He climbed onto the pool table and moved over her. "I've never. . ." he told her, staring down on her soft green eyes. 

"No worries. I'll teach you everything you need to know and then some. So will the other moms." Denise pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him. Her tongue swept inside and she moved her legs down his thighs and calves. "Mmm. . . I can feel your cock pushing against me." 

"Yeah, it feels so hot Miss... I mean Denise." He ground his hips against her. 

"Ohhh. . .that is nice; do that again, Darrel." 

He did. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

"Something's up," Alan told his friend Delbert. He wasn't lost on the amount of time that had passed since Dean had left, come back and taken off again with Steve. Now, Darrel was gone. He looked over to Delbert. He remembered how nervous his mom had been acting and he wondered suddenly where all the moms were. "Hey did your mom say anything about our moms hanging out together tonight?" he asked Delbert. 

Delbert shrugged. "No, but something strange is happening. Where the fuck is everyone?" 

"I don't know, but my mom was acting strange the last couple of days and now the guys are gone. I doubt it means anything, but. . ." he shrugged his shoulders and stood up. I'm gonna head to the pool and see if they went swimming." 

"I'll check upstairs. Come and get me if you see um. A late night swim sounds fun." 

"Okay," Alan said and headed to the kitchen. He grabbed another soda and then took the side door out to the back yard. He heard someone dive into the water and was about to holler back into the house that the guys had gone swimming, when his eyes caught the naked figure of Catherine, Steve's mom, rising from the pool. "Holy shit," he said. His voice carried on the wind. 

"It's about time. I was starting to get bored," Catherine said and walked over to Alan. She opened the gate and took his hand. "Where is everyone else?" she asked. 

"I umm. . .I uhhh. . ." 

Catherine giggled. "It doesn't matter. I'm sure their fine. Come here Alan, I have something to tell you." 

Alan moaned as he watched her ass wiggle with the gentle sway of her hips. "Umm. . .I hope it is that you are madly in love with me and are leaving Mister Danson and marrying me." 

She chuckled. "No Alan, I love Gregory very much. He knows I'm here though." She stopped leading him when they reached the edge of the pool. Turning to face him she began to pull his T-shirt from his jeans. "We want to be your outlet. Your play things. You only have to abide by a couple of rules." She ran her hands down his now, naked torso. "Nice," she whispered and kissed his right nipple. 

"I'm sure I'm willing to work within the guidelines you set up," Alan's fingers moved into her thick curls. "That's nice Cat."




Doing It For The Boys



As with a lot of boys in my late teens I jerked off with other guys in a group. There were 5 of us me Paul, and Jason, Steve, Chris and Scott. We had all just turned 18 and were all horny as fuck. We met after school at my house to watch porno flicks or look at dirty magazines. My house was almost always empty until about 6 o'clock so we had plenty of time to our selves, and even on the odd occasion my parents were home they never interrupted us. I'm pretty sure they knew what we were up too and I'm still convinced they knew for a fact what I did for the other boys or rather what I let them do to me.

It was all quite straight and normal to start, after school we would all head round to my house armed with some porn. We would go straight up to my room, lock the door and watch it whilst all jerking off. After about an hour when we had all blown our wads and gotten our breath back they all went home and that was the end of it. But in such a close space performing such an intermit act it very soon lead to thoughts within the group of mutual masturbation. I was totally against such things to start with but Jason and Chris did it any way. Ending with Chris cumming in Jason's hand then Jason spraying spunk all up Chris' arm. The rest of us, me included watched as the pumped each other's cocks to the sticky end. As they did I couldn't take my eyes off the action, it was beautiful to see, and my heart raced until they both shot there loads. At which point I knew I had to try this.

The next day, with all of us assembled in my room and the porno playing in the background I asked Scott if he wanted a hand jerking himself. He looked amazed at first, probably because I had opposed the idea of us jerking each other, but after a short pause stammered out an Ok. So I got off the bed and moved into centre stage. All the guys stopped what they were doing and focused on my performance. Scott sat on the bed with his legs hanging over the sides, spread apart, and I kneeled between them. Unlike with Jason and Chris, Scott didn't jerk me at the same time; I was going solo on him. I slowly pulled down his jeans and saw his bulge in his tight underpants; they were white Calvin Kline's which held his package in the sexiest of ways. This combined with his smooth taught stomach had me stiff as a rock and begging to get to his goods. I felt him though the underpants and he was huge, almost twice the size in length and girth than I was. Slowly I removed this monster from its home and felt how warm and smooth it was. Nothing, not even my fantasizing about this moment all the night before had prepared me for the heavenly feeling of another guys cock. It took all of my strength to stop me from wrapping my mouth around it. It was bliss to feel and smelt fantastic as I drew in deep breaths with my heart beating like a drum from all the new exciting sensations I was feeling. Then I started to pump him softy with my hand wrapped around him as much as I could, he was so thick in girth that my hand did not come close to gripping all the way around him. The other goys looked on with bated breath as I put on a show almost as worthy of the silly little porno whores in the movies we had watched. All the attention was on me being a slut for Scott and I was loving every bit of it. Then with a moan and a sharp intake of breath Scott rolled his eyes and dropped back on to my bed. I knew then I was going to get my prize for all my hard work and fun. His dick became even harder and twitched as I picked up my pace until it erupted in my hand. Jets of Scott's sperm shot at me some hitting me direct in my face and on my mouth. 

A wave of shame ran through me as I came to realize what I had just done. But it soon passed and was replaced by feelings of pride in pleasuring Scott. The fact that some of my best friends had watched and jerked them selves off over seeing me give another guy a hand job didn't faze me one bit. In fact I was having just about the best day of my life. 

Cum was still on my face and as I looked round at my friends. It hit me there and then that I had to take this further. Over the next few weeks I had to progress this to giving a blow job, and then work my way to having full anal sex with one or all of these boys. My interest in me being jerked off, sucked off or even giving an ass pounding was nil. My sexual preference regarding men had just been set and it seamed to be 100% bottom. My interests in porno had also changed considerably. No longer did I put my self in the role of the hung stud when fantasizing along with the sex scenes. I was the air headed slut, putting every available cock into her willing body and moaning with pleasure; until with a beaming smile hot streams of cum are pumped on and into her used up body. That's what I wanted. No needed.

The very next day as usual we converged on my bedroom. After my star turn with Scott the day before, Jason was quick to praise me on my effort and spotted how much I had enjoyed beating off another man. He then pretty much told me it was his turn today, in a way that said there is no choice, just do it. Shit! My dream was coming to life on its own. Jason took total charge of me, which made it all the more turn on for me, as I was being treated like the porn starlets in the movies. I was grabbed firmly on the shoulders by Jason and pushed down on to my knees. I looked up to him as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans down to his ankles. He then grabbed my arm and moved my hand to his already ridged member. 'come on Paul jerk that bad boy'. He said looking round too the others with a hint of over confidence in his voice and a touch of evil in his eyes. After about 5 strokes of his astonishingly beautiful penis I stopped and took a deep breath. The urge I had to slip the tip of his dick between my lips had filled me with desire. There was no other option. It had to be done. I couldn't go on without it any more and I think I would have forever hated myself if I didn't do it. I saw the glisten of pre-cum in the eye of his penis and moved in to kiss it off. As my mouth touched Jason's cock I felt his hand slowly sweep round my face to my chin. He gently raised my face to look me in the eyes. I starred back at him with big doe eyes just like the girls in the porno's. He nodded at me and bit his lip with anticipation, knowing I was game for sucking him off. All eyes were now fixed on me and what I was about to do. I wanted it so bad, my whole body yearned for it and I knew this was the true chance of a lifetime to make it happen. I didn't care that 3 other guys were watching me, nor did I care that what I was doing was performing a homosexual act on a friend and was almost certainly going to force this further until my lust for pleasuring men is satisfied if it ever will be. 

I broke my eye contact with Jason and opened wide and without any hesitation took him into my mouth and wrapped my lips fully around him. The taste was sublime and it felt so good on my tongue. I moaned with true satisfaction and the highest level of pleasure I had ever felt. Jason placed a hand gently on the back of my head and forced me down onto his shaft until I gagged. Then pulled out of me and softly slapped his spit soaked cock on my cheeks. I looked back up at him with my doe eyed look again, pining for his cock to be slipped back in my mouth. As he slapped his tool over me and rubbed the big purple head around my face he broke the silence that was in the air. 'you like this don't you' he said before pushing as far down my throat as he could the pulling out just as I gagged. This couldn't get better, he was doing me like a porn star and treating me like a slut, and he knew I was getting off on this more than he was. My eyes welled up and tears ran down my face from gagging on his dick, but he could see I was hungry for him. He took his hands away from my head and put them both behind his head and proudly said 'come on bitch make me cum'. I jumped straight to it sucking him as if my life depended on it. My hands reached round him and grabbed his ass as I took great pleasure in blowing him. All looked on in amazement, as he reached boiling point and his body began to jolt. Then it happened. He just let it go in my mouth. I swallowed all I could and any that dribbled from my mouth I quickly scooped back in. I wanted every last drop. If I was going to be treated like a whore porn starlet I was going to act like one. Totally spent Jason fell back on my bed. I turned to Steve and told him he was next and not to be gentle with me, make me feel like a dirty whore. Trust me he did.

After about 3 weeks of giving head to the boys on an almost daily basis and a little practice on myself I progressed into letting them give me full anal. But I will have to save that for my next story, if any one wants to hear it.



Doing It for You



"Hold that pose," Scottie told the talent. The skinny blonde with big, fake tits sat on the lap of the well built guy with the impossibly huge dick halfway up her pussy. "Come on!" Scottie yelled over his shoulder. "I need some still shots of this!" 

"Hurry, Scottie, my legs are getting tired," the blonde girl whined.

"You're a pro, sweetie. You look beautiful. This is for the cover," Scottie told her.

"Wow, really?" she asked. She bounced up and down on the big prick inside her pussy a couple of times. Was she fending off a leg cramp, having a bit of fun, or helping her co-star stay hard? I don't know. Wasn't my place to know. My job was aiming the lights and holding a reflector or a diffuser to block the hot spots on bare flesh. I did know Scottie promised the cover to every starlet he directed. After taping four flicks with Scott E. Peters as director, producer, and primary cameraman, I knew the routine. The men were meat, paid half in cash and half in pussy. The women were treated like mega-stars. And Scottie would say anything it took to get the shot he wanted.

"Where the fuck is the photographer?" Scottie growled at me. I shrugged, looking around for my buddy. Greg was the reason I was doing lights for a porno movie. As the economy pulled Greg's business as a freelance wedding photographer south, he had to pick up work where he could find it. Shooting stills for cover art wasn't glamorous but it paid a bill or two. 

"Right here, boss," Greg said, darting around the corner from the kitchen and into the living room where the shoot was taking place. Greg was brushing crumbs off his shirt. Figures the fucker would be eating while the rest of us were working.

"Make her beautiful," Scottie told him. "This is for the cover." Greg nodded, flashing me a grin. He had pointed out how every picture he took was "for the cover." 

"G-rated first, baby," Scottie told the talent. The girl was a pro. Knowing what Scottie meant, she eased that big cock all the way inside of her pussy before covering the junction of cock and pussy with her hand. She wrapped her other hand across her chest, hiding her nipples. I've seen lots of g-rated movies in my life, but nothing like this. Still, I understood it. A cover without explicit nudity was more flexible. The next shots were more graphic until Greg was on his knees, shooting between their legs and getting a close up of the guy's hard cock slipping into pussy. These were the kinds of pictures that would be featured on the back of the DVD, promising the potential buyer explicit action.

After the shoot, I collapsed light stands and curled up electrical cords. The set was an empty McMansion in a nice part of town. Scottie had a deal with a realtor to film inside the empty homes. He'd rent the house for the weekend, rent some furniture for the rooms he planned on using, and hired a cleaning service to erase any signs of our presence on Monday. "Hey light-boy," Scottie said, pulling me off to one side of the big living room. "You know anyone else who can work a digital still camera?"

"Um, I guess. I don't know," I hedged. My wife knew her way around a camera. She wasn't a professional photographer like Greg, but I always thought she did a good job.

Scottie laughed. "It's not rocket science. I just want something better than frame captures for the cover art. Good art sells DVDs."

"What's wrong with Greg?"

"Who?" he asked before realizing who I meant. "That fat fucker? I just fired him. He spends more time eating the catering than shooting pictures. Find me a photographer for next week or you're fired too. It pays five hundred a shoot."

I swallowed hard, made a promise I didn't think I could keep, and went home to convince my wife to get into a porno business.

Jill read my face as soon as I walked inside our tiny home. "Hey baby," she said, giving me a worried look before wrapping her arms around me. "What's wrong?"

It felt good pressing her body against mine. I like how we fit together. I could smell the sweetness of shampoo in her hair. Jill was more than my wife, she was my best friend. Sweethearts since high school, my every sexual first was with this fine woman and vice versa. My friends made fun of me for that, but I didn't care. I got it right the first time, why look farther? I sighed against her, "Greg got fired today."

"Oh no! You too?" she asked. I shook my head, reassuring her I still had a job, but leaving out the part about finding a new photographer. I told her why Greg got fired and she giggled. "Only Greg could be more attracted to a deli platter than watching naked people have sex." She rubbed the front of my pants. "So, anyone famous on-set today?" I grew hard beneath her touch.

"No one I recognized. You know Scottie, he likes to work with new girls. Cheaper."

"But they're cute, right?"

"Not as cute as you," I said, kissing her.

"Aw, you're just saying that."

"No, really," I insisted. "I don't even get hard on-set."

She unzipped my pants, fishing her small hand inside to cradle my hard cock. "Mm, but you're hard now."

"Because I'm with you," I said as she slipped to her knees in front of me, pulling open my pants and pushing them down as she moved.

"Tell me what happened," she said, licking my hard cock.

I moaned first before finding my voice. "Okay, so the first scene we shot was this dark haired girl with really short hair."

"Was she pretty?" Jill asked between head bobs on my cock.

"She was okay. Not my type of girl, but pretty enough."

"Did you get hard watching her?"

"No, baby. Like I said, I don't ever get hard on set."

"Mm, too bad," she purred, sucking on me again as I worked through the way the dark haired girl was told to suck cock and tried to remember every which way she was fucked. Telling it to Jill was as thrilling as always. "Do we have a movie of hers?"

"I don't think so."

"Can we watch one anyway?" she asked. I nodded. We moved to the bedroom and put in one of the free DVDs Scottie passed out on the set. Jill became my personal porn star as we followed along with the first scene of the movie.

After I came in her mouth, she had to scoop a missed droplet of cum off her chin. "You know, on set, the girls never really swallow," I pointed out, grinning. How did I ever score a woman this hot?

"What a waste!" she said. "Do they have real orgasms?"

"I don't know," I said, crawling into bed next to her. I ran my hand over her firm tits, down her stomach, and stroked between her legs. She was still wet from her orgasms and I knew she had more to give. I caressed her clit, teasing as we talked. She squirmed against my fingers. "I think the next scene is an anal scene."

"Mm, and you're still hard."

"For you, baby, I'm always hard," I said. She pulled out a tube of lube from the nightstand drawer. On set, the guys used Viagra to get hard, stay hard, and fuck more than once a day. For me, all I needed was my Jill. She was my Viagra. We acted out the next scene, including the part where the actress took it up her ass in a reverse cowgirl position. I came in Jill's ass, unable to hold back.

We cuddled afterwards, staying naked. "I love you," I told her, meaning it as much as I did the first time I said it to her.

"I love you, too," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "So you really don't get hard on set?"

I laughed. After three weekends of working lights on set, Jill still asked. "It's not really sexy on set," I explained. "There's just too much going on." I caressed her naked body again. "Besides, I know you're waiting for me."

"But those girls are all so pretty and I'm so plain."

"Bullshit," I said, kissing her. "You're twice a beautiful as them." Without a sense of better timing, I dropped the bombshell on her that I had been holding back. "I sort of promised Scottie that you could fill in for Greg next week."

Jill went stiff. "Me?"

I nodded. "Why not? You're good with a camera."

"But I'm not a professional photographer like Greg!"

I laughed. "If Greg was more of a professional, he might have kept his job. Besides, baby, we could use the money." She nodded. She knew times were tough. My hours had been cut back at work and she wasn't picking up as many substitute teaching jobs as before. Worse, the freeze on hiring at the school system kept her application in limbo. I tried to sweeten the idea for her. "There are lots of naked guys on set, too."

She giggled. "Naked and hard?"

"Usually. Want me to see if Scottie will let you work as a fluffer?"

"Stop it!" she said, playfully slapping my chest. "Okay, so IF I do this, what will I have to do?" 

I explained how Scottie would call for her still shots when he saw something he liked and how every shot was going to be "for the cover." I could tell she wasn't sold on the idea until I mentioned the two deal-sealers. "It pays $500 a shoot" and "If I don't find a replacement, I'm fired, too." I don't know which idea sold her, but she agreed to do it.

We rode together to the shoot next weekend. I could tell Jill was nervous. She was helping me set up light stands when Scottie waved her over. "Hey darling," he said in the flattering tone he reserved for actresses. "What are you doing helping the light-boy?"

She shot me a worried look before turning to him. "Just helping out, sir," she said.

"Sir? Oh no, that will never do. Just Scottie works for me, darling."

"Um, okay, Scottie, sir," Jill said. I chuckled. She always gets nervous talking to her superiors.

Scottie gave her a big smile. "You're sweet, but shouldn't you be in make-up?"

"Um, yes sir," she said, shooting me a confused look. "Can I have just a second to talk to my husband?"

"Light-boy is your husband?" Scottie asked, laughing. "Well steal my clothes and fuck me running. How did he score a hottie like you?"

Jill blushed. "We started dating in high school, sir."

"It's Scottie, sweetie," he reminded her. "I don't remember seeing your stills. Do we have paperwork on you yet?"

"N-no, Scottie, sir," she mumbled.

Scottie frowned as he eyed her. "You brought ID though, right?" Jill nodded. "Okay, turn around, let me see." Jill did a quick little spin and I saw the worried look still on her face. "Nice," Scottie said, looking at my wife's ass. She turned back to face him. "Pull up the shirt. Let me see those titties." I knocked over the light stand I was setting up. Picking it up before Scottie yelled, I looked back to see Jill holding her t-shirt up over her breasts like she was flashing for beads at Mardi Gras. What the hell was she doing? "Nice," Scottie said, reaching out and squeezing her left breast. "All natural, too. Very nice!"

"Hey!" I said, making sure the light stand was stable. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Inspecting the talent," Scottie said, glaring at me. "What's it to you, light-boy?" He pulled her shirt down, said something I didn't catch, and Jill walked down the hallway of the rented house. Scottie waved me over. "Are we going to have a problem?"

"We will if you keep feeling up my wife," I told him, tired of him being a bully. 

"What's the problem? She's going to look good on camera."

That's when I realized what was going on. "She's not here to be on camera. She's here to be your still photographer."

Scottie did something I had never heard him do. He laughed. "Well fuck me twice," he howled. "Really?" He looked around the room checking to see if he was being punked.

"Yeah, really," I assured him.

Giving me a big smile, he slapped me on the back. "Okay, light-boy, have it your way. Talent gets paid two grand a day. You sure she doesn't want to do a scene? I'll toss in an extra grand if I can feature her."

I shook my head. I know Jill, I've known her since we first met in a sandbox, and there was no way she would ever want to do a porno scene. "Not happening," I told him.

"Okay, just asking," he said, backing off. He went to find his real talent for the day.

I was done setting lights for the first scene by the time Jill found me again. She looked confused. I pulled her to side away from everyone else. "Why the fuck did you show him your tits?" I demanded.

"I-I... he asked. He doesn't do that to everyone?"

"Fuck no," I growled. I mean, really? "Where did you go?"

"To fill out paperwork. Why did I have to sign a modeling release form?" 

I shook my head. "He thought you were talent." 

"He really thought I was pretty enough for that?"

I smiled. I can never stay mad at her. "He offered three thousand dollars to feature you."

"No way!" she said, a huge smile on her face. "The actors make that much money?"

"The girls do. Guys don't."

"Do I get to fuck you?"

I laughed, nodding over my shoulder at the two guys standing naked and rubbing oversized hard-ons to life as they received instructions from Scottie. "Do I look like that?" I asked.

"To me you do," Jill said, stealing a kiss from me and that kiss had to last me through the rest of the day.

Scottie worked fast and hard and never took a break. That meant I never got one, either. Not knowing better, Jill stayed in the room with us, watching every part of the action. I'll give Scottie credit, at least he was nice to her. I watched as Jill was called over to snap stills, seeing her grinning every time Scottie promised the actress, "This is for the cover, darling." More than once, I noticed how hard her nipples were. Maybe a porn set is more fun if you're not working the entire time?

It was dark when we got in the car to drive home. Jill rubbed my crotch as soon as I had the car in drive. "You're really not hard, are you?" she asked, though that was changing rapidly.

"I almost got hard a couple of times today," I said. "Because of you."

"Me? Why me?"

I reached across and grabbed her tit, rolling a stiff nipple between my finger and thumb. "Your high beams were on all day."

Jill blushed. "I'm really wet. That was hot as hell. Did you see how well hung those guys were?"

"I try not to notice the guys too much."

"Okay, but the girls were really hot, too. They are so pretty. I can't believe you don't get hard for them."

I shrugged. "Too busy working, I guess." 

She undid her pants, pushing them open and slipping a hand inside her panties. "Does it bother you that I got wet?"

"I don't know. Should it?" I asked, unsure how I felt about it. I liked Jill being wet. I loved how sexual she was. Together, we invented sex. Well, we discovered it together. My first hand job was from her. The first and only pussy I ever tasted was hers and my cock was the only one that had ever passed her lips. She had always been my dream girl and I felt like her porn star, but I knew I didn't measure up against those other guys. Watching porn with her was one thing. It was easy to accept it as pretend. But now she had seen behind the curtain and saw those other guys really did have cocks that were superhuman. How could I compete.

"Drive faster, baby," she purred, rubbing herself to an orgasm. "I need you inside me."

That felt better and any fears I had of not measuring up vanished in a blur of hot sex in our bedroom. Jill was a wild woman, wanting to re-enact every scene we could manage with just the two of us. I came three times that night. It was useless trying to count the number of times Jill came, but the thrill of that night carried into Sunday, too. We fucked again, moving to the living room to take advantage of the furniture. I fucked her ass, pile driving her as we had seen the one girl do the day before. "Cum on my face," she told me when I got close and I did just that.

The heat of that weekend lasted into the week, too. On Monday evening, Jill handed me our digital camera, something she had never done before. "Take some pictures while we do it," she told me. Thrilled at the idea, I took P.O.V. style pictures of her sucking my cock and taking it up the ass until we ran out the batteries on the camera. Tuesday night, she surprised me with a movie she put together of those pictures and we did it all again while watching it. It felt like our honeymoon all over again. It took her car breaking down on Wednesday to put a damper on our fun.

"It's the transmission," she explained when I got home that night. "$1800 to fix it." 

What else was there to say about it? It might as well have been twice that for as much as we had in the bank. Even the $500 we had earned over the weekend was gone as we played catch-up on other bills. Being down to one car meant if Jill got a call for a substitute job, she wouldn't be able to take it. Eating macaroni and cheese for dinner, we did the best we could to console each other. "We'll get through this," I promised without a plan. "We always do." It didn't help when she missed a substitute job both Thursday and Friday. "Scottie still needs a photographer this weekend," I said, knowing that money would help.

"Great, that means a month of missed jobs for me," she pointed out and with the pending school break, those four missed weeks would end up being longer.

We didn't make love that night in bed, but we did cuddle. But being madly in love against all odds doesn't pay a bill.

Saturday's shoot turned into a mixed bag. Feeling a need to round out the offerings of his video line, Scottie was shooting an all-girl feature. He offered Jill a part again, but she begged off. I wasn't surprised. Jill's never expressed a lot of interest in being with another woman. She'll tease me about it, but that's it. 

During the shoot, Scottie was his usual demanding self, treating the talent like movie stars and crew like slaves. Though Jill was only there to take pictures, because she stayed on set, he treated her like a gopher. "Grab that lube," he'd snap at her when a starlet wasn't wet enough for him. Between taking pictures, Jill hopped around the set like the rest of us. The nice part was the extra $100 Scottie tossed our way at the end of the day. The bad part was when he grabbed Jill's chest again as he handed her the money. "I'm telling you, you could have a future in this business," he said. 

We rode home in silence. "I don't like the way he grabs you," I said, breaking the silence as we neared our house.

"It's a porno set," she said, sounding as if she had been doing this for years. "It's no big deal."

"Did you have any fun today?" I asked. 

"Yeah, it was okay," she said quietly as I pulled into our drive. "Those girls are so pretty." 

"You're just as pretty," I told her. 

"Maybe to you," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before we got out of the car. We did make love that night, but it wasn't with the same zeal as before. That week, she missed three more sub jobs as teachers tried to squeeze in time off before the break.

Jill was helping me set up lights on set as the talent laughed, chatted, and visited with Scottie. "Why so many guys?" she asked me. 

"Probably gang-bang scenes today," I explained, remembering how my first shoot had gone. 

"She's going to do all those guys?" she asked, her eyes wide. I noticed her nipples were beginning to show, too.

"Depends on how many scenes we're shooting today. Last time, we did three scenes and each girl did five guys."

"Damn," she said and I wasn't sure how she meant it.

Scottie shot in the gonzo style, just wall to wall sex without the concerns of a plot. With the lights in place and set struck, he called for the talent. A pretty blonde, again with fake tits, came out of make-up looking as if she was going to Prom instead of shooting a porno movie. Her hair, nails, and make-up were perfect looking. Slipping out of her robe, she moved in front of the camera. I adjust a few lights, adding diffusers as needed, and the shoot was on. Five naked guys, each sporting massive hard-ons, joined her on set. They surrounded her as she dropped to her knees and began sucking them.