0 comments/ 97735 views/ 7 favorites A New Love By: OhBabyLover I really never thought I would find myself attracted to another guy. In fact I love girls. But every now and then I'll think of some guy and get really horny. I know of only two guys that I get turned on by. Josh and Chris. Chris shares my name and is not really tall, not built but thin and smooth, and overall really good looking. However, it's Josh that I really think is sexy. Josh is pretty tall, smooth like Chris, and has a really sexy shape to his body. Anyway, it was my lust for Josh that really got me to take action. I'd been thinking of him for awhile and thought up a plan to get him naked... We were pretty good friends all through high school and this being our senior year we often went out to do stuff together and stay at each others house. I saw the opportunity coming up in a week when my family would be out of town vacationing. I didn't want to go so they let me stay home. I invited Josh to come stay with me and we could do whatever we wanted because we'd be alone. I didn't really know if he felt the same way toward me as I did to him but I had to take the chance. He came over early the next morning and we did what any two guys do at their house, we played video games, shot off bottle rockets and stuff like that. It wasn't until later that night that I got my chance to make a move on Josh. I was watching TV and he said he was going on the Internet to look at some porn. I said OK and told him I might come up later. A little bit later I went upstairs and sat in a chair next to him. We surfed around for awhile and when we got to a good site I noticed through his thin athletic shorts that he was getting hard. I casually looked down and said, "Would you like some help with that?" "What do you mean?" Josh said. "I mean, you look really horny and so am I so…" This was my moment I had to say something "so I'll suck your dick if you return the favor." "That sounds good, go ahead." He said, I was so surprised that he didn't care but I got to work. I got down on my knees in front of him while he was still sitting down. I took off his shirt because I thought it would get in the way, at least that's what I told him I really just wanted to touch his smooth chest. Once that was taken care of I took off his shorts and then grabbed is boxers and slowly pulled them down. I looked up to see that his eyes were close and he was already enjoying this. I watched as his neatly trimmed pubic hair gave way to his long smooth cock already erect. "Here I go," I stuttered as I took it in my mouth. It tasted so good and I suck all around. I moved to the head and sucked on it for awhile until moving up and down the shaft of his sweet cock. I never knew it could be so good. I noticed that he had turned off the computer and was completely focused on me. I paused for a second and his reply was "Oh Chris, don't stop please, make me cum" I was so surprised and led him to the bedroom where we could have more room. "Chris please get fuck me, I've never had another guy and I really want you, It feels so good" He said as I got undressed. "I want you to Josh, I've always wanted you" I said. I was as happy as ever. By this time we were both naked and I stripped the sheets off the bed and Josh laid down. I got on top of him to begin the sixty-nine. I sucked his dick and he sucked mine until I couldn't take it anymore and I just had to have his dick all alone. I got off of him and motioned for him to spread his legs. I got in between and sucked his dick up and down. He wrapped his legs around me and held my head to his cock. I sucked his balls for awhile until he managed to say " Oh Chris oh oh please make me cum baby please ooooh" With that I moved to his dick just in time to get a mouthful of sweet cum. I tasted so good and I swallowed it down. Then he sucked me, "Oh Josh do it baby make me cum" I moaned as I shot my cum into his mouth and he swallowed it. I crawled up next to him and we wrapped our naked bodies around each other and kisses until we fell asleep… The next morning we fucked some more before he had to leave. A few days later though Josh stopped by my house on the last day my parents would be gone. He came in and I said I was Just about to take a shower. I asked if he'd like to join me. He agreed and we quickly took each other's clothes off. As we stood there in the warm shower face to face Josh softly said, "Fuck me Chris" and with that our naked bodies were together and we were kissing deeply… To Be Continued... A New Love It has been such a long time since I have felt loved. I am in my early forties, still slim and divorced. My one major flaw – at least in the eyes of my husband of 15 years, is that I am a survivor of breast cancer. At the age of 39, I discovered a lump in my right breast, which, upon examination and a biopsy, turned out to be cancerous. In order to stop the spread of this virulent growth, I had to have the breast removed in a partial mastectomy. I suppose that I have to give my loving husband some credit; he waited until I was discharged from the hospital to inform me that he would be sleeping in the guest room since he couldn't stand the sight of my scars. He always turned his back to me when I changed into my nightgown and then left for the other room. It was only two months later when he advised me late one rainy night that he was leaving me. In his or so memorable words, 'I was damaged goods and he wanted a whole woman in his bed'. He then informed me that he was moving in with his much younger secretary – I had met her at social functions and although she was admittedly good looking, she had little to offer other than a great body with all its parts. When we had married, I had quit my job as a primary teacher (although I loved the kids so much) and stayed home to be the 'trophy' wife at all my husband's business functions. He always insisted that I wear revealing gowns (with push-up bras to enhance my 35-C breasts) and the highest of heels to accent my long legs. I know that many a deal was closed while the poor smucks were oogling my body. Upon more than one occasion, dear hubby even asked me to be extra friendly with a tough sell but I always vehemently refused. I was no one's whore! The night he left me in a fury, his car went out of control on the rain slick surface of the interstate – he was on his way to his bimbo girlfriend – crossed the median and was totalled by an oncoming semi. Although I found it hard to feel great sorrow for the man, I wandered somewhat lost through the funeral and burial. Then, seemingly like a vapour in the wind, our mutual friends started to disappear for good. It was as if I was a pariah to the married women (was I going to steal their husbands? Not likely!). All the friends I had known had been our friends or my husband's colleagues so, like many divorced women, I became a loner. I learned that my dear Dave had cleaned out all our joint accounts and cashed in all his investments. I was only able to trace the funds to an offshore account that, even with his death, remained sealed to me without the codes. I had always let Dave handle the finances and on the reading of the will, I learned that he had even taken out a second mortgage on the house that was in default. Apparently much of 'our' money went to expensive jewellery, furs, cars and a penthouse for his mistress/secretary. I think what hurt the most was that my best friend Miranda suddenly stopped returning my calls; it was as if she thought my cancer was contagious! I found myself alone. I needed to keep busy and also desperately needed a job so I phoned my former principal at the elementary school I had worked at when I married Dave. The school was in another state a thousand miles from where Dave and I had moved to further his career. It turned out that the principal was now a superintendent and she was so glad to hear from me, I wept as we spoke. She asked what the problem was and I poured out my sad tale. She asked me when I could start – she had a Grade One class begging for a teacher in her division and the job was mine if I wanted it. Without any hesitation, I told her I could be there in two weeks, which corresponded to the start of the school year. I hurriedly packed my meagre belongings, advised the bank the house and all its contents (except for a small van load of favourites that I shipped on ahead of me along with my car) was theirs and after cashing the $15,000 in bonds that Dave had hidden in my name to avoid the IRS, I caught a plane to the small mid-western town called New Plains. The superintendent picked me up at the plane and after giving me a warm hug of welcome and caring, drove me to a realtor friend who had several small homes for me to look at to rent. The third one was like a dollhouse and I fell in love with it immediately. I fairly gushed over it when I learned that the owner was anxious to sell it and that with a small down payment, I could manage the mortgage from what I would be earning. I signed the paperwork and the keys were handed over to me just as the movers drove up in their truck. I had given the realtor's office the mover's phone number and while I was looking, they managed to contact the driver on his cell to send him to the right address. Within three days, with the help of Diane (my superintendent) and her team of friends, I was all moved in and I held a pizza and beer night party in the small backyard in appreciation for their help. After they left, I was alone again and the feeling of abandonment and self-pity washed over me once again; I fell asleep crying and sobbing. For those first three months of the school year, I threw myself into my work; I loved the kids and their parents. But every Friday night when many of the small staff went out for a drink, I would beg tiredness and go home alone. One of my fellow staff was a rather plain woman of about 5 ft 3" to my 5 ft 6" and also very slim. Sheila too was quiet and somewhat standoffish so it surprised me one Friday when I was still my class marking workbooks – thinking everyone was gone – and she knocked on my door. Since I was concentrating on deciphering some of my 6-year olds' writing, I jumped as she spoke. "What are you still doing here, Michelle?" She came in and sat on the corner of my desk and we just chatted for over a half hour. She proved to be a very interesting and well-read young woman; she told me she was 36, never married and hasn't had a date in almost as long. She simply hasn't found a nice guy; in fact, I received the impression that perhaps she wasn't all that interested in trying or for that matter, in men. I was surprised at my reaction when she hinted none too subtly that she was a bi-sexual but with definite leanings towards women. I felt so comfortable with her by now; I felt no pressure or bias. When Sheila mentioned she was hungry, my own stomach started to grumble; as we laughed at the noise, she asked me if I would like to go out and grab a bite. Figuring I had paid my dues for one week, I readily agreed and I followed her car in mine to a small café at the edge of town. Even on a Friday night, it was quiet and the manager hugged and greeted Sheila like a long lost friend. "Where have you been, love", he said. "We haven't seen you in ages!" He showed us to a quiet table in the corner by the fireplace; it was now late November and there was a chill in the night air. We were soon gossiping like we had known each other all our lives and before I knew it, we had finished two and a half bottles of wine with the most delicious dinner I had eaten in months. Living alone, I wasn't a great cook for one and was usually too tired to eat more than a snack – I had lost 10 lbs since Dave's death eight months ago. As we finished dessert, I tried to stand to go to the washroom and fell back into my chair in a fit of childish giggling. I was sloshed! Sheila helped me to the Ladies and waited while I staggered into a stall to relieve myself. As I came out, she helped me straighten my skirt and tucked in my silk blouse; the touch of her soft hand on my skin sent a shock though even my dulled senses. It was obvious that Sheila had imbibed considerably less than me since she offered to drive me to her place which was within my mile of the café where I could spend the night in her spare bedroom and she would drive me back in the morning for my car. At this stage, I wasn't about to argue (scenes of the headlines in the morning's paper "Grade One Teacher Caught DUI" ran through my head) so I agreed. As I slumped into the passenger seat, I think I mumbled, "Are you trying to seduce me?" but fell asleep just as I think she answered in the affirmative. I awoke the next morning with the sun streaming in my eyes covered with a soft sheet and a monster headache. I suddenly realized that I was naked under the cover and I sat up too quickly and almost passed out again. As I sat covering my chest with the sheet, Sheila walked in, dressed in a loosely fitting silk gown and carrying a tray with coffee and croissants as well as some aspirin. "Did you undress me last night?" I asked fearfully. "Yes, love. And don't worry - nothing happened. I wasn't about to have my way with a beautiful woman who is passed out" "Beautiful" I stuttered. "I am ugly! Didn't you see the scars?" I felt almost angry that she was lying to me. "No, my love. I have never seen such beauty" She sat beside me and fed me some aspirin. Then she reached out to gently tug the sheet away from my chest where I been hiding myself. Her fingers gently traced the scar and then slid over to cup my remaining breast. As she did this, she leaned forward and ran her lips ever so softly over the scar while she tweaked my nipple to a straining hardness. I had never felt this way before; someone who apparently was not turned off at the sight of me but who actually appeared to love me for who I am! In wonder, I reached out tentatively and parted her robe until her firm breasts were open to my view and touch. They were so beautiful that my hands just couldn't stay away and I cradled their weight while my thumbs brushed her nipples. Sheila groaned, as did I; she stood quickly and doffed her robe as it fell to a silken pool at her feet. I gasped at this glorious body standing before me. I quickly shed the sheet and climbed off the bed to stand before her and take her voluptuous warmth into my arms. The feel of her breasts crushed against me and the heat of our co-joined pussies as I gripped her firm ass and pulled her close was enough to make me swoon. My headache forgotten, I drew her down to the bed where we fell intro each other's arms and her lips found mine. Ah; the wonder of that kiss! It was so soft and gentle – as light and airy as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. And her taste; it was like sweet honey pressed against my lips. As our tongues met and the passion became heated, our hands were exploring each other. I ran my fingers along her defined ribs as she did along mine; I caressed her tits as she ran her soft hand over my flat chest and then my firm breast. As our finger found each other's nipple and our kissing became almost out of control, we could smell the arousal emanating from our trimmed pussies. Almost as if we could read each other's minds, our hands slid quickly over our stomachs to find the heat source that demanded attention. As Sheila buried three fingers in my soaking cunt I did the same for her as I found her nipple with my mouth. I sucked and bit gently on that hard nub until she cried, "Harder! Bite harder!" I jammed my fingers faster and deeper and sought out her most sensitive spot while I bit down and pulled on her nipple. As my fingers found that rough little pad and I massaged it, she came in gush after gush over my hand and arm – she was a squirter and just kept pouring forth as she screamed out my name with the pleasure of her orgasm. I felt myself released for what felt like the first time and I cried out in concert with her as my own cum burst forth. Our bodies were covered in a layer of sweat and we slid up to once again kiss each other for what seemed like hours. My fingers were so wet with her cum that we shared her taste as we licked them clean. Sheila smiled as she whispered, "I want to taste you as you do me!" and she turned to squat over my face. As she plunged between my legs, I pulled her hips down until my mouth covered her pussy and I enjoyed my first real taste of another woman. Not the last since I spent the rest of the weekend at her place making love in every imaginable position. Sheila was an accomplished lover and educated me in ways I never would have dreamed possible. We spent the rest of that school year loving each other. She introduced me to a whole group of new friends – all gay, lesbian or bi – and we shared many an adventure with others. Sadly, at the end of that year, she was transferred to another school district and although we tried to keep in touch, distance was just too great an impediment. I have a whole new circle of friends now; most live the lifestyle I have adopted while some are straight but accepting. I have never been happier but still miss Sheila from time to time. It was her who broke the shell I had built around me in my anger and grief and for that, I will always love her. A New Lover We hadn't seen our friend Jake for a while, but the e-mails became more frequent and we started thinking we'd probably see him again soon. He and my wife were always flirty though nothing happened in the past. I mentioned to her that maybe we'd see him soon and added, "Maybe we could get him to play." She was like, "Ya think? I dunno if he'd want to." So I found myself with a free Saturday night and asked her if she wanted me to try to make plans with this friend or that friend or Jake. She immediately said Jake and I kinda knew why. So I called and I said, "Hey, it's me. How ya doing?" and the first thing he said was, "I need to get laid!" I laughed and said he wasn't my type. I then told him when we were free and asked if he'd like to get together and without hesitation he said, "I'm there." We talked about going to dinner and drinks. I said if he drank too much he could stay over and he said, "OK, and I'll wear clean underwear 'cause I know you two are into some weird shit." I was shocked because I'd forgotten I'd told him a story in the past. I told the Mrs. what he said and she was very psyched. But as the day approached she got cold feet and convinced herself nothing would happen. She even said to me, "Now don't pressure me. For example, if he's goes up to the bathroom and leaves us alone, don't ask me if I'm gonna make a move." So the night comes and Jake meets us at our place. He loves to drink & smoke and go to bars and his previous woman didn't do any of that. We wanted to show him a good time like he hadn't had in a while, so we made plans to go to dinner at a bar and we all drank and smoked and had a good time. The good time included some risqué conversation and some flirting. He had a bit to drink so he took us up on our offer to stay the night. So we go back to our place and he comes in. We all do a shot of tequila, then head out to the deck for beer and cigarettes. Then my wife excuses herself to the bathroom. A few minutes later he went up, too. When she came down, I did exactly what she told me not to do and asked, "So you gonna make a move?" Her surprising answer: "I already did." When they met upstairs outside the bathroom, she kissed him. I asked "What did he do?" and she said he kissed back. For about a minute. When he came down, we talked some more and he had some questions about our past experiences. The talk was hot but that was it. He went up to the bathroom again and my wife said it was hard to make a move with me there. Just awkward. So I went into the kitchen and waited for him to come down. Then I waited a few minutes more and when I entered the living room they were standing and making out. Very cool! She moved him to the couch and straddled him. They made out more and I sat next to them, caressing her back. Then she came to me and we made out. Then back and forth between us a few times as we slowly undressed her. Then she sat between us and we took turns kissing her, touching her, kissing her chest, sometimes both suckling a breast at the same time. She had her hands on our laps and we exposed ourselves for her. Both her hands were full of hard cock. And he was fingering her furiously. She sucked Jake's cock first. While she was going down on him, I caressed her ass. She was showing off, trying to impress, and he enjoyed it thoroughly. Then it was my turn to fill her mouth. I sat on the couch and she knelt in front of me with her face in my lap. She had barely started sucking me when Jake took up position behind her. He went right in and started to hammer her hard. She kept me in her mouth and worked the two of us. But he lasted so long and slammed so hard (she said he jackhammered her) that she was having trouble keeping me in her mouth. Finally he came and filled her up with his load. I was still sitting on the couch so she straddled me and rode me. His cum was a great lube and my wife and I glided together easily until I filled her up, too. Then he went upstairs to wash up and she collapsed on the couch next to me. We talked about how cool it was and started kissing. When he started to come down the stairs I asked, "Ready for round 2?" He saw us kissing and sat on the other side of her. We broke the kiss and talked a bit about what we just did. He asked if she was OK and she said, "Oh yeah, I love being the fingercuffs." As we talked, the caressing started again. When they kissed, I went down to eat her out and damn was that good! She went down on him and we stayed like that for a bit. Then he asked her to ride him, and she obliged. She straddled him on the couch, then slid herself on his cock. I became more of an observer. I watched her bounce on him for a really long time. Eventually her legs cramped and she got off. She excused herself to the bathroom. While she was gone, I said to him, "She really wants you to cum in her mouth. You should go wash off the latex taste." He did. When he came down, she went down. She was sucking him like crazy trying to get the juice. But since he had just cum before, this time was taking a little too long. She had to stop. She got up and laid on the couch. Jake mounted her rode her missionary position. Again, it took a very long time. Almost every stroke was fast and deep. They were wrapped around each other tight, her legs around his back. I wanted to feed her, but I couldn't get in-between them, so I just stroked it. Finally he shot his load, filling her up yet again. She looked at me with dreamy eyes. I kissed her a bit, then positioned my cock over her face. She took me in and quickly sucked me off. It was a great end to what was about a 3 hour session.