18 comments/ 141835 views/ 71 favorites Gorgeous By: ladydrace ((Disclaimer: This is my first story, so any criticism is welcome. But before you mention the past tense versus the modern setting, I think I'd better reveal that the narrator is in the future, thinking back to his younger years at roughly present day time. Other than that, I hope you'll enjoy it. And please remember that this is just a fantasy, so never forget to use protection! A huge thanks goes to psych_student who helped me edit after the initial rejection.)) * I don't know exactly how it happened, but somehow I earned myself a reputation as the neighbourhood deflowerer of young, curious boys. I don't think I did anything to earn such a title, but an old queen like me was hardly going to complain, now was I? Being in my mid-thirties at the time, I was, of course, not ancient, but considering the median age of the gay community in my part of town, I felt I had to go pretty far away from home to find someone my age. Not that I often had the urge to go cruising for ass my own age anyway, with all the sweet young meat coming my way, but I guess everybody needs some experienced hands once in a while. Anyway, I got lucky a few times at my local gay hangout and got to take home a few lovely, young virgins. I couldn't believe my luck. Then somehow word had got around that I was gentle and gave the new ones a hell of a first time. I never considered myself a miracle worker in bed, but I loved virgins - as probably anyone else would - and was blessed with patience and self control. On top of that, I just loved seeing those shy young guys becoming little wildcats as I slowly worked them to climax in my bed. So there I was. Richard, an average gay man with no stunning looks or manners, being treated to all the young meat I could stand. It's a time I remember with the greatest of pleasure, now, later in life. There were many young men worth remembering in those days, but one in particular I still remember with a little flutter in my loins. It was a lazy Saturday as any other when I got a call from David; one of my previous deflowerings and now close friend. He had turned into quite a little horn dog and had sent newbies my way before. Needless to say I was flattered and gladly accepted the commendation. Anyway, he called to tell me that he had given another newbie my number. I was fine with this, of course. Although he warned me that this one might be a bit of a hard nut to crack, he was very certain that this guy was a diamond in the raw just needing some unwrapping. His words, not mine; he was never exactly poetic in his phrasing. But, in retrospect, it turned out to be very fitting. Hardly three hours later, another young man called. He told me his name was Andrew and that he had gotten my number from a friend. He sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears and practically whispered into the phone when I asked him if he was ok. He told me he was just nervous, and after some more whispering and stuttering, we agreed he should come over that same night. I made sure he knew he was free to back out and that if he did show up, we would only do what he wanted to. His "see ya later" was whispered so low, I couldn't even sure be he said anything at all. I made my usual preparations for a cozy night in bed. I showered, shaved, lit candles in select places in the bedroom and wore my usual relaxation outfit; a pair of satin pajama pants and a knee-length satin robe closed loosely over it. Comfortable, easy to peel off, but not too scary for a nervous first-timer. And just in case he really was as nervous as he sounded, I made some coffee and waited for him in the kitchen, so as to start off with something completely non-sexual when he arrived. And arrive he did, right at the agreed time. He was so nervous when I opened the door, I thought it amazing that he didn't run for the hills when I asked him to come in. He was shaking and shivering like he was cold, but it was a warm summer night, so I didn't think it likely. He looked young. Very young in fact, but I was sure David would never send me an underage guy. He wore pretty thick glasses but the eyes beneath them were brown and had a very deep expression. His lips were nicely curved with a blushing deep pink color against his lighter skin. He had short brownish-blonde hair and looked like puberty hadn't really reached an end yet. He was pale, very thin and seemed a little clumsy in his movements. Despite his gangly figure, he had lovely narrow hips and a wonderful long neck that made my mouth water. He had no hint of facial hair but smooth skin with a few freckles. He was obviously shy, but I thought he looked absolutely delicious - glasses and all. What can I say, I'm a hound for young guys. I invited him into the kitchen and offered him coffee. After some gentle nudging, I pulled out of him that he wasn't much of a coffee drinker and pushed a soda into his hands. He seemed a little relieved to have something to do with his hands and clutched the bottle so hard his knuckles turned white. I was starting to think David might have misread this little cutie. He looked so fearful I was afraid I might do serious damage if I made a move. So I took it as slow as I possibly could. I talked to him about everything and anything, got very short and quiet answers and slowly his clenched up shoulders seemed to relax just a little bit. So I thought we might as well approach the true purpose of our meeting. It took a little time. I stared intently at him, making him raise his eyes and meet my gaze. I smiled at him and immediately he blushed and looked down. God, he was adorable! When he finally looked up again, I asked him what he had tried. He looked like he had no clue what I was asking. So I clarified that I wanted to know how experienced he was. He locked his gaze on the floor again, and mumbled something about 'one date with a girl' and I think I heard the word 'disaster' in there somewhere. I thought I'd better cover the basics, so I asked him how long he had been interested in men, if at all. This time he never even lifted his eyes as I asked. I thought I saw his lips move, but no sound came out. This wouldn't do. I reached over and hooked my forefinger under his chin and lifted his face up. His eyes were closed like he didn't dare look at me. I held my grip, though, and after the longest time, he finally opened his eyes. I tried as gently as I could to coax an audible answer out of him, just holding his gaze. He wiggled a little, as if trying to escape my touch, but then sort of resigned himself to the situation and really talked to me. "I... I think I've always been curious about guys. I only went out with the girl to try it." He closed his eyes and winced. "It was horrible". I really felt we were getting somewhere now and pressed on a little, hoping he wouldn't clam up on me again. "So, you've never been with a guy before?" This time he surprised me by looking me straight in the eye, with a little bitterness to his expression. "Never even a kiss." I got the feeling it wasn't for lack of trying, and I think I guessed now why David had sent him to me. He was absolutely lovely, but so tightly wound up he really needed some gentle guidance to start with. At this point I wasn't as much turned on, as feeling protective of this handsome youth. I really wanted him to blossom and I couldn't wait to be the one to set his body on fire. But all in good time. And we had plenty. I thought it was now time to make a move, so I leaned over my small kitchen table and placed a little peck on his cheek. He immediately froze and looked back at the floor. It was adorable like hell and making my heart race, but I took it even slower, wanting him to find out the right way what he wanted. I placed my hands over his, as he still held them tightly around the soda bottle on the table. I could feel him shaking a little and just held my hands there until the shakes subsided. I thought now was the time to apply a little pressure. I had to be sure he would be able to say no if I pushed too far. "Tell me what you want." No reaction. "Please Andrew. Just talk to me. I won't do anything if you don't want me to. So please, tell me what you want." He was breathing hard now and was obviously gathering courage. He mumbled again, but realized that I probably hadn't heard what he had said. So he swallowed hard and lifted his eyes to mine. "I want... I want... you to kiss me." I thought it was a wonderful place to start and told him so. He blushed again and just waited for my move. "I need you to promise me you'll say no if I go too far." I looked intently at him until he answered quite clearly and very fast. "I promise. Please kiss me." The last bit caught me slightly off-guard, but I smiled and got to work immediately. I stood up and walked to his side of the table. I gently pulled him up to me and put my arms around him. Our height difference was such that my chin could rest perfectly on his head, and I just stood like that for a while, hugging him to me. His arms slowly snaked around my waist and just rested there. I then reached a hand behind his head and tickled the hairs on the back of the neck lightly, while slowly tilting his face up to mine. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open and his breathing shallow. I slowly - ever so slowly lowered my face to his and placed the softest kiss I could possible accomplish on his lips. He trembled. Very much. I asked if he was ok. He nodded, still with his eyes closed and his lips parted, and I felt his arms tighten slightly around my waist. I moved in to deepen the kiss and he parted his lips a fraction more to allow me access. I gently probed around his tongue for a while and finally felt him responding a little. I broke the kiss and just looked at him. His face was flushed and he was panting softly. His eyes were still closed behind the glasses. God, I was having trouble holding back now. He was so gorgeous and I just had to tell him. When I did his eyes flew open and he stared at me with obvious disbelief. "You're joking!" He looked like he was about to cry. I thought I'd better make things crystal clear to him, so I pressed myself against him. If he didn't notice my rock hard boner through my thin clothes, he would have to be extremely dim. There was no mistaking his reaction when he felt it against his belly. He gasped loudly and dug his nails into my hips. I felt his own member through his jeans against my leg and while I didn't get the feeling he was packing anything big, there was no doubt about the state it was in. I thought it must be almost painful for him, as hard as it felt. I moved my face very close to his, so he felt my breath on his lips as I answered. "I never lie about those things. And even if I tried, my boner would betray me right away, don't you think?" He just stared at me and stammered. "I... I... I'm not... gorgeous." He breathed out the last word and tried to close the distance for another kiss, but I teased him and moved away a fraction. I had him now. "Then what are you exactly?" I whispered and licked my lips, still just looking into his eyes. He looked like he was about to faint on the spot and tried again to kiss me. But I held him from me waiting for an answer. "I'm... I'm... I... dunno... " I chose that moment to close the distance and bite down on his lower lip. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling the warm blood rush to it, and finally letting it go with a little wet noise. He gasped. I pressed him still tighter to me and growled into his ear: "Tender... so young and tender." And then I bit down on his earlobe. His knees buckled and he moaned loudly into my ear. He clung to me so hard I felt his nails digging sharply into my back and pressed his groin so tight to me that I'm sure it must have hurt him. Then I suddenly felt a wetness on my thigh. I looked down and had to smile in amazement when I saw a wet spot on the front of his jeans. He had obviously just come hard in his pants. He still clung to me and hid his face on my shoulder. Then I heard a sniffle and felt a little sob run through him. I forced him gently from my shoulder and looked down at him. What on earth was the matter? I bent down and kissed away the tear I could see running down his cheek. I was very afraid that I had pushed him too far after all, and I said I was very sorry if I had crossed his boundaries. This just made him cry harder. He clung to me again and sobbed something into my shoulder. "What sweetie? What's the matter?" Then he suddenly let go of me and almost yelled: "I'm sorry!!" I was dumbfounded. What on earth was the big disaster? He seemed to be breaking to bits before my eyes as he suddenly let a torrent of words gush out with breaking voice. "I'm sorry I can't hold back! I'm sorry I'm so hideous! I'm sorry I'm so small, stupid and dorky! I'm sorry I'll never get past puberty! I'm sorry I have to show everyone my driver's license, before they can believe I'm nineteen instead of eleven! I'm sorry I'll never have a body worth looking at! I'm fucking sorry!!" He collapsed on the chair and sobbed uncontrollably into his hands. I stood for a few seconds considering where to go from here. His self esteem issues were clearly severe, and at that moment I felt a very unfamiliar urge to find the people who had led him to believe those things about himself, and pound them to mince. I recovered quickly however, and decided it was time for action. I forced one of his hands away from his face and held it tight in mine. Then I pulled him out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I'd never done it this way before, but he was so special and obviously needed special treatment. I started to run hot water into my large bathtub and sat him down on the edge of it. He didn't even object when I took off his glasses and slowly started to undress him. It wasn't even sexual. I just needed to warm him up -literally. However non-sexual the situation was, my cock wasted no time in letting me know that it definitely approved of this beauty I was uncovering. And my hard-on never went down. I was already dipping into some of my self-restraint in order to hold back and not ravage him on the spot. He was as thin under his clothes as he looked. His ribs were clearly visible under his almost milky white skin and he had a very pronounced spine that made a beautiful pattern of bumps all the way down his back. His hips were, as I expected, narrow and surprisingly not very boney. I was sure he could have any man he wanted if he just rocked those hips a little. His cock was small and a little slippery from his cum, but I still thought it was perfect. It fitted him in size and shape and it was resting in a small nest of light brown hair - the only hair I had seen on his body so far. His small pink nipples stood out in the chill of the room and he had goosebumps on his thin thighs. I shrugged out of my bath robe, and it was then his tear streaked face seemed to show the first sign of real interest since we entered the bathroom. He stared openly and seemingly fascinated at my chest. I'm not furry like a bear or anything, but my chest is covered in light black hair all over. It's a bit denser around my navel, and a trail down to my pubic area, but that's it. It seemed to fascinate him, though, and like he wasn't even thinking, he reached up and lightly touched the hair, just brushing over it without touching my skin. Now it was my turn to shiver and very visible goosebumps erupted all over my body. My cock gave a slight jerk and I had to swallow hard to regain some composure. He didn't even seem to notice my reaction and just stood there touching the hair gently. I let him touch until the tub was full and I had to lean over to turn off the water. I told him to get in. He did so without arguing and just sat there looking miserable. I tilted his head back on the edge where I had placed a towel, and he did so with a sigh and closed his eyes. He seemed resigned to whatever I had in mind, so I went to work. I soaked a washcloth and gently washed the tears off his face. Then I soaped up the cloth and washed his shoulders, his neck, his upper chest and arms. I took my time, and miserable as he seemed, he didn't object. When I had washed everything that wasn't under water, I got him to stand up and slowly washed him down. I avoided his pubic area for a while, but when I did get there I took my time. I never touched him there with my hands, only with the washcloth. His cock had been hard again for a while and it throbbed a little as I slowly washed it, but as he had just come, it seemed he wasn't about to shoot again right away. He looked away when I washed him. Like he was unwilling to look at himself. It stung my heart a little, but only made me more determined to get him through this. When he was washed over with soap, I rinsed him off and sat him down in the water again. I then stepped out of my pants and climbed in behind him. He seemed a little disconcerted by my obvious arousal, but I settled him between my legs and tilted him back, so he was leaning against my shoulder, and after a few minutes he finally started to relax. He was warm, clean and settled. I enjoyed the closeness for a while more before I thought it was time for my planned shock treatment. I locked my arms over his chest so he couldn't move and said clearly into his ear: "You are so sexy." He flinched and tried to move, but I held him close and talked on. "You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are so incredibly hot you make my mouth water." He wiggled and I heard a new sob. "You smell fantastic. You are so adorable when you blush. You have the most delicious body I've seen in ages." He sobbed again and I heard him whimper something like: "No... don't..." But I wasn't about to stop. "You are so young and tasty I can't believe you want an old fag like me even touching you. But I have you now, right where I want you my little, sweet thing." He shivered again in the hot water, and as he strained against my arms, I saw the tip of his cock breaking the surface, looking to the ceiling. "I'm gonna make you moan with pleasure. I'm gonna see your skin flush as I kiss you all over your glorious body. I'm gonna kiss you until you beg for mercy and then I'm gonna stop until you beg me for more." He sobbed harder but wasn't trying to get free anymore. I kissed his neck and gave him the final punch. "And when I think you've begged enough, I'm gonna pop your tasty little cherry and I'm gonna fuck you, until you've come at least three times all over my sheets. And when you think you don't have any more cum to give, I'm gonna make you come again in my mouth and I'll drain you for every last lustful drop." He whimpered and I saw white pearls erupt from his cock just below the surface of the water. Glorious. I savoured the sight and pinched his nipples just above the water level. He sucked air in between his teeth and I thought we were about ready for the next step. I rinsed the remaining soap off the both of us, before stepping out and draining the water from the tub. He just stood dripping where I left him on the small rug in the middle of the room. His eyes were red from crying, but his face had a slight glow to it, a glow that the first release didn't seem to have brought on. It looked like things were going the right way. But we weren't done yet. I had a full length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, and I placed him in front of it, wet and naked. I put his glasses on, so he could be in no doubt that it was time to use his eyesight. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to look at himself, but I just stood behind him and held him there until he finally opened his eyes. He frowned at his body and slouched forward, maybe to trying to hide, but I put my hand on the small of his back, and forced him to stand straight. This made his semi-hard cock the thing closest to the mirror, and as I saw his eyes drift down his own image, he paused as he came to it, looking almost disgusted before he closed his eyes tight and a single tear squeezed out. This was the really hard part, I thought. I know it could go terribly wrong, but I was sure I could make this angel appreciate his body just a little more before I was done with him. Gorgeous I had bombarded his hearing, now it was time for his sight. I stepped in close behind him and when he opened his eyes again I locked my gaze with his in the mirror over his shoulder. "Look at you". I brought my hands around him and lightly scratched his belly. "Look at this beautiful young man. Look at this flawless skin. This lovely chest. These sweet nipples." I squeezed them gently as I mentioned them. He gasped and his eyes snapped shut. I let my hands trail every inch of his body that the mirror showed and talked him through every delicious inch. At first he kept his eyes shut, but eventually, he couldn't help but watch the progress of my hands over his moist skin. "Look at your perfect hips. One swing with those and no man could say no to you. Look at your legs. The slender thighs and calves. Just look at them. And your feet. These feet were made to be tickled." And as I said so, I lifted up his left foot and ran a single finger underneath. He pulled back his foot and I thought I saw a shadow of a smile across his face. Yes, we were getting there. But I suspected the hardest part was still to come. I stood up and cupped his face with my hands from behind. "Look at your eyes. Just look at them. How deep they are. How bright. But they will be brighter. Oh yes. I will make them shine tonight. And your lips. My God, look at your lips! Those sensual lips. They can have no other purpose than sliding over a man's cock. And if lady luck smiles on me, I will see that later." I trailed a finger over his lips and they parted slightly. He let out a deep sigh as I ran my finger over his lower lip. Then he surprised me by suddenly sucking my finger into his mouth. I wasn't prepared for it and i couldn't help but moan right next to his ear. I felt him shiver. He let his tongue dance over my finger for a while more, before pulling off and kissing it gently. Holy cow... if this was anything like what he would do to me later, all my famous self control would be right out the window. But now for the grand finale. I sent a silent prayer for strength to some higher power, before reaching down and cupping his balls with one hand and held his hard-again cock in my other. He had shut his eyes again. He clearly didn't want to look at this. But I intended to force him to face it - to realize how delicious he was. Every last bit of him. "My sweet young virgin. Look at what I have in the palm of my hand. Just look at it. Look at it and see what I can do with it." He drew in a sharp breath as I gently squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft a few times. It took all my self control to hold back now. I suddenly stopped still. We just stood there. Him, with his eyes closed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Me, with his burning hot cock and balls in my hands. But I wouldn't give him more before he looked. "Just look at it. See what I can do with it." Still I did nothing. He tried to move so my hand would stroke him, but I squeezed my elbows tight to his sides, so he couldn't. "Just look. Then there will be more. Look at it. Look at this beautiful cock. Look at that delicious head appearing when I stroke. Just look. Just look." He was sweating now and his nails were cutting into his palms as he clenched his fists, trying to fight the inevitable. But he was giving in. I felt it as sure as I felt the drop of pre cum dripping onto my hand from the tip of his cock. Finally his eyes snapped open and as soon as I saw it, I began stroking him. I let him watch as his cock dipped in and out of my hand and as my other hand gently tickled and squeezed his balls. Now that his eyes were open, it looked like he was never going to close them again. He was staring mesmerized at my hands, which were doing every good thing to him I knew. And still I talked to him. "Look how smooth the head is. See how it's glistening with your pre cum. Look at it. Watch me spread all this wonderful liquid all over your cock head. Look at my thumb rubbing it in. Just look at it. Look at these luscious balls. Watch how they contract when I tickle them." He was gasping again and was leaning back towards me, which just made his wonderful slim cock even more obvious in the mirror. His eyes never left his groin now and I made the most of it - rubbing, stroking, tickling, squeezing; inducing the fantastic sensations I knew were completely new to him. At least, coming from someone else. There was just one more thing to show him. In one swift move I removed my hand from his cock and lifted up his right leg. My other hand lifted up his balls and the mirror now revealed that little secret spot. I wondered if he had ever actually looked at himself like this. From the way his eyes widened and stared, I'd say not. His little brown knot stood out clearly against his white skin, and I must admit my self-restraint was quickly diminishing, as I watched and drooled. It took me some effort to get back on track for the last bit. "Wow. Look at that sweet little cherry. My God, look at it. See how sweet and tight it looks. So sweet... so sweet. Oh how I'll enjoy eating up that sweet little knot. Softening it up to make room for my cock. I can hardly wait." As a final touch I let my pinky on the hand that held his balls stretch in and just slide once over the knot. He moaned loudly and his eyes slid shut. I quickly squeezed at the base of his cock, and with a little skill and patience, I managed to hold back his impending orgasm. He panted heavily - like he had just run a marathon - when I finally let him go. His knees were shaking and his cock was throbbing visibly. As I looked into his eyes, I finally saw what I had been waiting for. Blazing hot hunger. No longer hidden away under all his fears and doubts. He was no longer looking at himself. He was looking at me and positively x-raying me with his gaze. He turned away from the mirror and faced me. Now that I had made him face himself he was more than ready for what he'd really come for. Now it was time for him to act. I had done my part, for now. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I headed slowly towards the bedroom and, without looking back, I sensed him following me. As I reached the bedroom door, I looked back at him and saw him staring hungrily at my ass. My cock lurched again and I was very happy to know that I would soon feel some release, myself. I went in and laid back on the bed with my hands behind my head. He just stood there for a while, staring at me in the dim light. His lips were parted slightly and his heavy breathing was very visible as his chest widened immensely at each breath. I just waited. Rather impatiently, I might add, but I wanted him to take the step. And finally, he did. He very slowly crawled onto the bed towards me. His eyes were locked on my cock, which was now more or less purple from holding back. Just to tease him a bit, I wiggled on the bed, so my cock waved in front of his face. His eyes followed it from side to side and he looked like he was about to start drooling. Yes sir, we had arrived. He looked up at me once for some sort of confirmation and I hardly had time to nod encouragingly before he dove in. I very nearly screamed as his hot mouth closed around my cock. He let his tongue explore my cock head and I let him do it. Frankly, after one look at his sweet lips around my rod, I would let him do anything to me for as long as he liked. Damn, he was hot! He explored and bobbed a little every once in a while and he was driving me out of my mind. I thought it was time to warn him as I felt my balls starting to tingle, but just as I was about to do so, he dove down quickly so my cock head bumped into the back of his mouth. At the same second he reached down and squeezed my balls and I was gone. There was simply no time to do or say anything before I erupted into his mouth roaring out my pleasure. When I felt the first spurt leave my body, I tried to let him know that it was alright to pull off if he wanted, but as he tasted it, he clamped his lips more tightly around my shaft, not letting a single drop escape his mouth. I gasped for air as spurt after spurt left me, and I saw little exploding dots before my eyes as he kept sucking my cock after the last was drained from me. I felt him finally release my cock, and, after blinking furiously a few times, he swam into focus again, crawling up along my side. As soon as I had caught my breath again, I closed my arms around him and kissed him for all he was worth. I hungrily ate his mouth and he whimpered against my lips. I quickly slipped off his glasses and kissed his face all over. I heard him gasping for air as I moved downwards. I kissed, nibbled and scratched my way down... down... down. By the time I got to his belly button, I had to force myself to stop and let him collect himself a little. This time, he suppressed his release with no help from me. I looked down at him proudly as he sweated and panted, willing himself to calm down. I didn't make it easy for him, however. I watched him lying there and let my eyes take in the whole glorious sight. At the same time, I licked my lips and stroked my semi-hard cock, letting him watch me while he tried to breathe more normally. When I felt he was sufficiently relaxed again, I intended to go the rest of the way, if that was what he wanted. I crawled on top of him and kissed him with passion. Then I locked my gaze with his, feeling my heart thunder at the look in his eyes. "Tell me what you want, Gorgeous." His eyes fluttered closed and he held me tightly. Then he looked directly at me and drove me wild, by saying quite clearly: "I want you to take me. I want you to pop my cherry, to take my ass and fuck me silly. Please, please fuck me." He was begging me and I was so ready to give in. I dug out lube as fast as lightning and started to get him ready. I spread his legs and probed and felt him using plenty of the lube. But he had more surprises. After only a few seconds of the usual virgin tightness, he suddenly showed unusual skill in relaxing, and in no time at all he was ready. From the second my first finger passed his rim, he was whimpering and moaning. I heard him gasping and gibbering all kinds of hot things while I worked him up. He was almost weeping with pleasure when I finally felt he was ready, and as soon as I popped my cock head inside, he shot an amazing load all over his belly. When he was done shooting, I took advantage of his relaxed state and slowly, but smoothly drove my rod into him to the hilt. He moaned and writhed under me and kept begging me for... I hardly knew what. He was gibbering incoherently as I steadily fucked him deeply. The only words that rang clearly through the room were: "Please, please, please..." His cock never went completely soft after his last climax, and it was a matter of a few minutes before he was sporting the same amazing hard-on, and building for another orgasm. I felt I had been pushing the truth a little when talking him to release in the bath, but I was starting to think it might actually happen. He seemed to have a lot more in him than I had thought a first timer would. Oh, he was a treasure. I made a mental note to thank David a million times next time I saw him, for serving this gem to me on a platter. A few more deep strokes and a couple of times hammering suddenly in to the hilt, and he came again. Not as much as before, but still plenty, considering what I had already drained from him today. In my opinion it was amazing indeed. I thought he might be needing a little rest after so much in such a short time, so I started to pull out. Before I made it all the way, however, he clenched his legs around me and forced me back in. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear his head, and pulled me down for a kiss. He attacked my mouth with all he had. What he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. I felt him breathing very hard through his nose and the heat from his blushing face so close to mine. He was certainly waking up now. I felt a deep kind of joy watching him letting all his pent up lusts loose on me. Oh my. Lucky, lucky me. He scratched my back wildly as he bucked his hips towards me for more. I held back a little, trying to sweeten the experience for him, but he suddenly snarled at me and forced himself towards me, so my cock slid even deeper inside him. I didn't think it was possible, but there it was. I couldn't believe how this angel was turning demon right before my eyes. His eyes were glassy and sweat was running down his neck. As I bent down to lick it up, he grabbed my head and roughly forced my face up to look him in the eyes. He panted deeply for a second before growling, yes, growling at me: "Fuck... me... now!" I was taken aback, but my cock certainly wasn't. I felt it twitch and so did he. He yelped and grabbed my ass so hard I thought it might be bruised. So I gave him what he wanted. I lifted his legs to my shoulders and firmly grabbed his thighs. I pulled out, slowly, and enjoyed for a second watching him squirm, before hammering into him with all I had. He screamed so loud I feared I might have hurt him, but then he started screaming words at me that left no doubt what he wanted. "YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES!!!" If I needed any more encouragement, this was certainly sufficient. I gave it everything I had and my own cock soon felt a little sore from the experience. Never-the-less, I felt myself tingle again and somehow he must have sensed it too, because he screamed, moaned, yelled and cried at me to come in him, to fill him up, to drench his ass in my seed. Then all thought was lost as I exploded in my second orgasm of the evening. I fell backwards a little and let out a roar of satisfaction, feeling the climax rushing through my body. And to top it off, I felt him clench tightly around me and the last thing I saw before collapsing was his hand grabbing his cock, squeezing it once and dripping out a few more drops of cum onto the puddle already sliding towards his chin. The first thing going through my mind when I started to come around again, was that there might be something in the old rumors of going blind from too much sex. Truth be told, my vision was blurred for a while, until I got my breathing working properly again. Damn. Any more of that and I feared I might have a heart attack. I just lay there on the lower half of the bed with his legs over me for a while, listening to us both panting. When he moved his legs off and sat up, there was something different about him. As he swung round and crawled towards me, I realized what it was. He was trying to look sexy! And damn was he doing a good job! He rocked his hips slightly while licking his lips and crawling on top if me. I was stunned. Some lucky bastard was going to have a hard time pleasing him if he wanted this much every time. He sat on my waist and rested his elbows on my chest, while letting my cum drip out of him onto my groin. God, he was hot! He bent down and kissed me deeply and rubbed his cum over my belly with his still semi-hard cock. Damn would that monster never go down? I had to say something, as he clearly wanted more than I could provide right now. Must be an age thing but these two climaxes were my limit. "I'm sorry Gorgeous, but this old man is too tired for more, right now." He pouted and tried to make a disappointed face, but he only succeeded in making his lips look fuller. My cock stirred feebly, before going slack again. Had I been ten years younger... He licked my neck and was nibbling on my earlobe when I heard him breathe into my ear: "You said you'd suck my cock after making me come three times..." I groaned and was about to say something like 'maybe later', when he sat up and started stroking himself in front of me. He pouted again. "Pretty please?" He licked his full lips and gave me a look that clearly told me he wasn't done yet. God, what had I unleashed?? He put on quite a show for me. Sitting on top of me, he stroked himself, pinched his own nipples and let out some low sounds of pleasure when playing with his balls and reaching further back. I saw his fingers disappear under him and, as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back with pleasure, I couldn't pretend I didn't want him him anymore. My cock might not be up for more, but the little break gave me the energy I needed to go on. After all, didn't I promise to suck his cock? I quickly pulled him up to my face, feeling my own cum oozing from his ass all the way, and dove onto his cock. He sighed deeply and continued to pinch his nipples and lick his lips, while I worked on him. I gave it all I had, doing all the things I enjoyed myself and had him panting again in only minutes. Then my playful side emerged and I had an incredible urge to tease him. So I let his cock go and looked up at him. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Say nothing and I'll do nothing." I licked my lips and gave him a little time to catch on. Then to my surprise he smiled wickedly and scooted an inch closer. "Then lick my balls. All over." And I did. I felt his wet cock sliding over my nose while licking and I really regretted that my own was down at the moment. He was watching my every move and was obviously very hooked on this. "Smell my cock. And squeeze my balls while you do it." I drew in the smell of him. Oh boy, was it sexy. When I squeezed his balls, he hissed as he inhaled sharply and bucked a little. He then leaned over my face and stood on his knees over me. "Now take my cock, all the way down your hungry throat. Take it like you mean it!". I was close to responding something like 'Yes Sir!' but was saved by him plunging in. He gave me no time to adjust, but as this was something I had plenty of experience with, I managed it - to his immense pleasure. I hummed deep within my throat, causing him to gasp and rotate his hips. I treated him to every trick I knew of and when he started to hump my face mercilessly, I plunged two fingers up his still loose and slippery ass. He immediately screamed and his cock jerked violently in my throat. I felt not so much a spurt as a trickle, as he came once again. I sucked deeply to get out the very last drops he had to give, and felt his arms shake under him. I reached up and held him under his arms, helping him roll off me and onto the bed. I could see his now deep purple cock clearly against his white skin, even in the dim light, and it was still throbbing visibly as he lay there panting. I thought he was absolutely beautiful in his afterglow. He was a delicate pink color across his face and neck and was covered in sweat all over. I just settled there on my side, watching him slide into sleep. When I heard a little snore from him, I spooned up behind him and covered us both with a blanket. I couldn't sleep, so I just lay for maybe an hour watching him. He smiled and grunted, without waking up, and I was deliriously happy that I was the cause of that smile. Suddenly I heard a distant phone ring. It wasn't a tune I recognized, but before I could get up and investigate, Andrew stirred and woke up. When he heard the ringing he scrambled out of bed and ran for the phone I supposed was in his jacket in the hall. Even across the distance, I could hear an angry female voice yelling down the phone. Andrew gave mumbled replies to her rambling and hung up after a few minutes. When he came back into the bedroom, he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply. "My mum wants me to be home this instant. I hate still living at home." His voice was bitter, so I couldn't help sliding up to him and kissing the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and melted back into me. "I wish I could stay, but I really have to go. I didn't tell mum where I was going and she's having a fit." Gorgeous He turned to face me and put his arms around me. He hugged me close and then looked deeply into my eyes. I was the one melting now. "I wanna thank you so much for doing this for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you." I saw tears in his eyes again and stroked his back gently while he talked on. "I swear I'll never forget this. It's the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me and if you ever need anything, please call me. I'll do anything for you." I was touched - but I knew what I wanted from him. So I told him. "If you'll do anything for me, then do this... Go home. Find a guy you like and fuck him silly every night like we just did. Never be ashamed of yourself. Never doubt you're good enough. And call me when you find a guy. I want to be the first to know who'll be lucky as hell." He blushed a deep red when I said this and I started to fear he had fallen for me. I was flattered, but didn't want that for him. Besides, I was more than happy as a free man at this time. But he didn't even look at me. He looked at his toes with a dreamy look in his eyes. When he looked up again, he beamed at me. "I promise. But I already know who the lucky guy is. It's David." At this, I couldn't help but laugh and hug him to me. Oh, David was gonna have his work cut out for him. I didn't even consider that David might not want Andrew. I knew David, and he was - as I said before - quite the horn dog. After sitting for a while just savouring the hug, Andrew got off the bed. I smacked him playfully on the ass when he passed me, and he smiled at me in a way that could melt glaciers. When he was finally fully clothed again, we hugged and kissed in the hall. I hadn't bothered getting dressed, and he gave my cock a fond squeeze before he left, his face shining like the 'unwrapped diamond' he was. I'll never forget that boy. Gorgeous. You're Gorgeous and I'm Curious I love a lady in a short, short skirt, and this lady was wearing one of the shortest I'd ever seen: a bit of sky blue denim that barely reached her upper thighs and left her long, luscious legs mostly in view, covered as they were in just the tightest thigh-high white stockings. She was perched on a barstool not six feet away, one thigh crossed over the other, her short skirt riding up her legs so high it was easy to see the white garter straps that crossed her lightly tanned flesh before vanishing under the skirt. The rest of her was smoking hot too: nice breasts beneath a long-sleeve blue top, shoulder length bottle blonde hair, and a pretty if angular face. Maybe thirty, give or take a couple years. She was certainly better looking than the girl she was talking to. In fact she was the best looking thing I'd seen that night in the club, and that included the semi-drunk college girl my buddy was off dancing with. Like I said, I'm a sucker for a girl in short skirt. I kept my eye on her as I nursed my vodka cranberry, imagining what it'd be like to run my hands over those sexy stockings, slowly rolling up that short skirt and diving my fingers along her panties. I was looking for a chance to go up and say hello, but this part of the club was a small bar jutting off the main dance floor, and it was loud and crowded. So I clung to my spot against the back wall, watching Miss Sexy Legs and nursing my drink and waiting for my opportunity. Like I said, Sexy Legs was talking to a slender, brown-haired girl at the bar next to her. They had to press their heads together and shout to make themselves heard. I certainly couldn't hear them or anyone else around me, not that I cared. I had a nice buzz going and those legs were looking sweet, in fact they were getting me stiff. She glanced over my way after a moment, no doubt she'd caught me checking her out, so I gave her a smile and an eyebrow. She turned her head back quick to her friend, embarrassed, but she smiled to herself and after a moment or two sent a few shy glances back in my direction. She had absolutely stunning red lips and her smile that really brought out the beauty in her face. Maybe she was a little flushed from the attention, as she slid one hand absently along her stocking, teasing the garter strap nervously while she nodded to some comment her friend was making. Just then a third girl came up and put her hand around the brunette, and all three of them started waving their hands to get the bartender's attention. After a bit they got their drinks, so Sexy Legs gathered up some dollar bills from her friends for the tip jar. I guess she meant to give the bartender a bonus, but she ended up giving me a bonus too. She stood up off her stool -- tall gal! -- and then leaned out across the bar, tucking the notes into a jar almost out of reach. That movement was heavenly, because it lifted the back of her skirt up another few inches and gave me a fleeting glimpse of tight white panties nestled between a couple of smooth, perfect ass cheeks, before she sat down again. That lovely sight nearly made me spit my drink and there was no 'nearly' about it now when it came to my pants: that was prime erection fuel, no lie. I recovered a little bit, sipping my drink and moving my eyes up and down the line of people at the rest of the crowded bar. Didn't want to make it too obvious I was staring just at Sexy Legs, of course. There were a couple of other cuties around now, but it was so crowded and they were much further down the bar that I really didn't have a chance to make eye contact with any of them. And I certainly couldn't see them as well as I could Sexy Legs, perched as she was on her stool just opposite of me. My eyes inevitably wandered back to her and her friends, just in time to catch the two other girls heading out onto the dance floor, whether as a couple or to look for someone to dance with, I wasn't sure. Legs turned in her chair to put her friends' drinks beside hers, then spun around on the stool, half facing the alcove again. She had uncrossed her legs when sitting down again, and now I could just make out another glimpse of her tight white panties under the skirt, this time from the front. Oh yes, I thought. Move those legs a little wider, slip that skirt up a little higher, slide that ass further down the stool. She was totally unconscious of this, now having turned her upper body back towards the bar and asking the bartender something. As she did though, what I had hoped for was exactly what happened. Absent-mindedly she shifted one leg almost at a ninety degree angle to the other, while inching down the seat a bit. This caused her skirt to rise up her hips, giving me the shock of the night. Her panties were packing a huge bulge. Seriously. That was a cock under that tight, white silk. I was sure of it. It was too prominent, shaped too exactly to be mistaken for a large labia or some bunched up pubic hair. Plus, now I could just make out a bit of the smooth, hairless flesh of her sac forming a crease between legs and panties. I stared, couldn't help it. I definitely wasn't expecting that! This club was gay-friendly, sure, but it was not a gay club, and certainly not a transgender or cross-dresser hangout, not that I was aware of. Like I said, I like girls, especially girls in short skirts. The whole guy thing just doesn't do it for me. But a chick with a dick, that was okay with me too, pretty exciting really. At least in theory. Truth was, while I'd seen a lot of shemale porn, that's all it was -- just a pornographic fantasy. I never thought I'd actually meet a girl like that, especially at a bar in my town. But there she was. My hard-on was raging by now. It couldn't have lasted more than nine or ten seconds, when she abruptly looked over at me and saw me staring, then looked down and turned bright red and turned around really fast. She certainly hadn't meant to flash the bar like that. She turned around quickly and slipped off the stool, pulling her skirt down over the back of her ass and smoothing out the creases. I looked up and down the bar, particularly at the guys talking loudly next to me, but nobody else seemed to have noticed. I grinned and took another sip of my drink, checking out her ass under that short skirt again with renewed interest. Damn! It was about as round and tempting as any girl's ass I'd ever seen. Just knowing there was a plump, juicy surprise tucked under that skirt too was driving me even crazier. I finished my drink and made my way over to the bar, slipping into the space her friends had vacated. She noticed me, so I turned towards her and smiled. She had big, pretty brown eyes and a nervous look on her face, stirring the straw of her drink in a slow, dainty circle. Her features were flushed, either from drinking or embarrassment, maybe both. "Hi!" I shouted over the driving beat. She smiled back softly and looked away, though she made a little half-turn towards me as I sat down on the bar stool next to her. I glanced down at her lap, but her legs were firmly crossed again. I grinned and leaned in towards her. "You gave me a little surprise!" I said. "What?!" "I said, you gave me a little shock!" I said, yelling this time into her ear. The music was ridiculously loud, but her hair smelled nice. There was a gold piercing in her ear. She pulled her head back and nodded, then turned to lean in towards my ear: "Sorry! It's this stupid skirt. It's too short." I shook my head and grinned. My turn to lean in and shout in her ear: "No I like it. Very cute!" She smiled at that, blushing again, but she turned more towards me on her stool so it was easier to lean in and talk. Her crossed legs bumped mine, the heel on her raised foot gently resting against my knee. Mercifully the music dropped in volume a bit, just as the bartender came and gave me a drink. We chatted. Her name was Alicia, she was a teacher a private academy not far from here, out clubbing with her two friends. Me too, I told her, mentioning my buddy who was off dancing somewhere. As we chatted, I got a better look at her: sure, the makeup was a touch heavy, but I could the shape of her breasts, the skin and cleavage showing under the light blouse that she was certainly a transsexual, not a cross-dresser. Those breasts were delightfully feminine. Maybe it was the slight buzz, or the dark, moody lighting in the club, but she looked absolutely gorgeous, and I told her so. "Thank you hon!" Alicia grinned, giving my bicep a squeeze. "You're not so bad yourself." She took a big swig from her drink, then with a playful sparkle in her big brown eyes, asked, "So much how did you see?" I grinned, reaching out to touch her upper arm with my finger. "I was checking out those sexy legs from just over there for a bit. Then when you leaned over the bar to put money in the tip jar, I got a nice look up the back of your skirt!" She opened her eyes at that, then laughed again, obviously not realizing she had done that. "Then when you sat down with your legs apart, I saw your you-know-what," I finished. "My what?" I leaned in close to her ear, raising my voice against the music. "Your cock!" We both laughed at that, and took another drink. She leaned in again. "You're OK with that?" I shrugged, nodding. "Sure! New to me, but you're gorgeous and I'm curious." She grinned, and we finished our drinks as the music kicked up again. "Curious? And a little excited too," she said. She teased her high heel across the front of my Jeans, where my rather prominent erection was tenting the fabric quite obviously. "Now you're getting me worked up too!" she said, leaning in closer. She uncrossed her legs, then turned fully towards me, arms entwined with mine, and pulling me to a standing position between her knees. She remained seated on the bar stool, facing me. With how close we were now, I was the only one who could see between her legs, which had my rapt attention. Her thighs slowly spread wider, lifting up her skirt and showing me her bulging panties, deliberately this time. There was no question about her transexuality now, the previous bulge had hardened into quite a stiff little erection, making a naughty little cylinder in the white silk panties, above the curvy base of her balls. As I stared, maybe drooling for all I know, she reached down and began to stroke her cock through her panties. I couldn't believe it, it was the most hottest thing I had ever seen. I had never seen a t-girl before, not in person, and now I had met a pretty one, and she was ... showing me this. "Do you like that?" she smiled, leaning her face close to mine. I nodded, lifting her chin with my finger until our lips locked. Kissing her deeply and pulling her close. "I love it. I want you babe," I muttered, all eloquence, I know. But when you're aroused, you're aroused. "I want you too, babe," she whispered back, tongue tickling my ear. She pulled her head back, letting me see between her legs again. The tip of her cock was peeking out the top of her panties like a pink mushroom across a silk-covered column. Her hand took my wrist, and guided it against her sex. I felt her cock through the silk panties. I felt all of it, the whole length and circumference. My fingertips strayed up to the tip, naked where it jutted over the band of her panties. "Oh so hard, yet so soft," I murmured. My hand roamed down the trapped cylinder to her base, to stroke her thick and playful balls through the thin fabric of the panties. She felt soft and smooth down there. "You are driving me crazy. Come home with me tonight!" She smiled, and kissed my ear. "Can't do that. Got to take friends home -- but..." "But what? Dance, maybe?" I was grasping for straws. "No, not that. In this skirt, this hard?" She laughed, and kissed me again. "I have an idea though. Follow me." And just like that she slipped out of my arms and off the bar stool, straightening her skirt and leading the way. She led me to a stairwell that went to the roof where the smokers went, but it was deserted right now. Two steps ahead of me, I had my eyes on that short skirt and tight ass as we went up the first flight of stairs, then the second. The stairwell was ours alone. "Wait," she said, smiling over her shoulder. "Turn around. No peeking." I did, though I was reluctant to take my eyes off that tight ass. I heard her take a step or two, then the zip of her purse. "It's OK now, you can turn around," she smiled. She was halfway up the next half stair, smiling down at me. She still had her short skirt on, but the panties were gone. Her cock was in her hand, long and slender as she stroked it, the pink tip almost seeming to wink at me. I groaned, and charged up the stairs, but she kept a few steps ahead of me, turning around now so I could see her bare ass cheeks, quite naked under that tiny skirt. Two smooth, tanned globes, as lovely a roundness as I've ever seen. With another step, her thigh lifting boot to the carpeted tread and I could see her semi-erect cock dangling down between her thighs. I could've creamed right there, I could have died. She teased me up the last of the stairs, then burst open the door into the smoking area. Chill night air blasted us both, and the soft buzz of a few smoker's voices. My alarm went off a little bit -- other people were around -- but she just smiled and took my hand, leading me around to a gate on the side of the stairwell building. "I know a place. I hope it's unlocked," she whispered and tried the gate, and it was. We stepped into a little wooden gated area alongside the stair access where some bins and boxes were stored, and shut the gate behind us. We were in our own little world now. "Great spot!" I said. She stepped right up to me and grabbed the front of my jeans again, stroking my erection with one hand as her other unclasped my belt and nearly tore the buttons off. I just moaned, letting my pants and boxers fall to my ankles. "It's perfect," she said. Catching her eye, I pulled her in close for an open-mouthed, tongue-grappling kiss, which she stepped into, pressing her thighs on mine, lifting her cock up out of her skirt and rubbing it against my hardness in the cool night air. "Just perfect," she moaned, as her hand entwined both our cocks, rubbing them together with expert precision until I could feel the precum oiling from my tip. It was seventh heaven, my first time with a girl like her and I couldn't believe how hot it was, despite the cold night air. Desire kept me warm: her body wrapped against mine, her bare breasts beneath the thin fabric of her blouse pressed against my chest, her lips and tongue wetly grapping; the feel of her long, stiff girlcock rubbing against mine, her hands expertly slapping the two pricks together as her free hand found my balls and began to pull and stroke. "Babe, I'm going to explode," I moaned. She slipped her blouse off and tossed it to the ground, then knelt on it. What happened next was the most fantastic blowjob I've ever had. She knew just where to lick, when to touch, what to kiss, how to suck. It wasn't but a moment or two before my cock twitched, hard, sending a wet sticky stream shooting down my jerking length. She pulled my tip out her mouth just as I came, working it between her fingers as my load coated her bare breasts. I opened my eyes and looked down, saw her beautiful breasts glistening with cum. She continued to jerk her own stiff prick while nuzzling my drooping member. After a moment of licking and sucking me dry, she rose to her feet again and guided her erection against my sticky tip. We frotted again, while our mouths found each other for a long, lewd kiss. Her cock was erect as ever, teasing my excited prick back in its half-erect state. "Want to do me?" she asked, and I nodded. I was eager for this. I dropped to my knees on her blouse, and looked down to see the most lovely femmecock I've ever seen -- and it was real. I dove hands-in, gripping that throbbing length and stroking it up and down with one hand, fondling and feeling her smooth, hairless shemale sac with the other. So soft and feminine, yet so unexpected! I had to have more. Mouth open, I zeroed in for my first taste of trans-cock. It was moist, throbbing, but it smelled lovely, a mingling of her perfume and deodorant, with a naughty, nasty under taste of salty sweat. I opened wide, eagerly and greedily cramming my mouth full of her cock. So long and hard, it tasted just right as my lips clamped down on the smooth skin, sliding her girth in and out of my mouth. My fingertips found the smooth, soft spaces beneath her balls and I teased her there and sucked her off. It wasn't long before she too was on the verge, so she pulled out of my mouth then pulled me to my feet. Her hands found my cock again, and she came right across it, splattering my naked balls as she frotted our pricks together again, her pretty face clenched in an expression of soaring bliss. Moments later and we were both quickly redressed, her blouse somewhat the worse for wear. I helped her step into her panties again, playfully tucking her surprise back into its silk sheath as she smiled. She gave me her number and a kiss goodnight. Now, I just got to give her a call about that ass... Gorgeous Blond Wife is Blacked I didn't realise the mistake I was making, when I asked Jethro from next door to help me around the house whilst my husband was away on business. But it was a mistake I would learn from though. I had waited for two weeks before he went. I had all the changes planned in my head. I was having the builders, decorators and carpet layers in for 3 to 5 days, all the new paint and paper had been bought, new carpets ordered, and a timetable had been agreed with the contractors. My husband was away for nearly two weeks. I wanted all the changes made before I finally purchased the furniture etc. I hesitated before making the final decisions because I wanted to see what the house would look like before installing expensive items in it. I had selected four options which I knew would work, so I wasn't worried about clashes. It just needed final tweaks, and I was set. My husband was in for a great big shock when he got home, but it wasn't as big as the shock I got while he was away! My biggest problem was going to be moving the furniture around to here and there. I'm only a weak woman after all, so I needed a strong pair of hands. This is where Jethro came into the equation, he would get all the unwanted sofa's, chairs etc out into the yard so I could have them taken to the charity shops for resale to people less well off then we were. So I was all set, I saw my husband off at 8am on the Monday morning, he wouldn't be home again until the week on Friday so I had all the time in the world. I knew that, but sod's law has always played a part in my life, so if something could go wrong, it probably would! I rang the decorators and told them it was all systems go, and they arrived 1 hour later. I had already set the programme for the work with the boss, his men went to work, and lo and behold they finished ½ a day early. I was so pleased I could have cried. The following morning the carpet installers arrived with my chosen wares, and set to work. They had all the ground floor to do along with the stairs and upper landing. They couldn't tell me how long it would take them, but probably more than one day. I was okay with that, I made the requisite tea and sandwiches as I had for the decorators, and we got along famously. There was one of the men who was a real looker and he knew it, he let it be known quietly that he could come back after work to make sure I was alright, and to check on their work. I pondered what he had said in about one second and politely refused his kind offer. But I did think afterwards that maybe he would be either fantastic in bed, or a total loser who only played on his good looks, I decided on the latter. They came back the following morning and finished just before lunch; things were going great, far better than I had dared to wish for. I went out that afternoon and revisited the furniture shops again to refresh my mind. I returned home and did all the planning of what I needed and where, wrote it all down and went back to buy what I wanted. I purchased everything I needed with the threat that if I didn't get it as promised, then the payment would be stopped and I would go elsewhere, it worked. I had everything by the end of Friday that week, that gave me the weekend and the whole of the following week to do what I had to do. I had also had the kitchen floor re-laid, with new doors on all the cabinets, redecorated, and it looked brand new. I was so pleased I had to go upstairs to relieve myself! Oh happy days. I know I am making myself out to be a hard headed business type of woman, but I assure you I am anything but that. I had planned this to the nth degree, and it had worked brilliantly, the satisfaction I took from this was enormous. I had better tell you who I am and all the rest of it hadn't I? You'll be wondering what's going on. I am Nicole Brewster, yes I know I get ribbed off my friends for the name, but I don't care. I am 30 years old, I've been married 8 years and things are going along very well. I am mostly very happy and contented, and all the rest of the things that go to make up a fairly successful marriage. And I have never been unfaithful and don't intend to, or should I say I didn't intend to, despite all of the tempting offers put my way over the years. I am 5ft 2" and blond haired, it's a honey gold blond and I love it, it's thick and bushy but in a silky soft way, not frizzy at all. I like to wear it down most of the time except when I'm busy around the house, which has been a lot just lately. I wear it in a shaggy sort of way, in different uncoordinated layers but that is done at the hairdressers, as it tumbles down between my shoulder blades to a fashioned taper. I know I am very attractive, hence I get lots of unprovoked offers of various kinds, but it flatters and pleases me that I have what it takes to pull any man, not that I do, well not since I've been married anyway. There had only ever been one issue if you can call it that, because I had half agreed to go along with it, but never had. Francis, my husband, had mentioned having a threesome. Not me and another woman but him and another man, or if it suited me he would watch. While another man made love to me, and we would see where it went from there. I wasn't very happy but to be honest, but when he started talking about it while we were in bed making love one night, I got massively turned on. He had turned out the light and told me he was someone else and to fix another guy in my mind. I must confess I went ballistic and had huge orgasms because of it. So while I hadn't agreed I never said no either. But please, let me continue telling you about me. My face is my best feature, well I think it is, it's lovely even though I do say so myself. And I always make sure I am looking good at most times of the day, even when the workmen were here. That's why 'good looker' tried his luck. My eyes are a deep sea green, wide and bright. My eye brows that curve over them are in sweeping arches. I have high cheekbones that accentuate my face too. My nose is small and pert; my lips are proud and full above a very slightly square chin I have a good body, it fits with my size, I'm not underweight, I hate skinny women, but I don't carry excess either. My husband says he loves something to get hold of. So I am the size he likes me to be. I love giving him whatever he wants to grab a hold of anytime he wants, which sadly isn't quite as often as I would like really. But we can't have it all can we, it wouldn't do for us all to be alike. My boobs are just the right size for me, a good handful but that's all, my nipples are like most girls my age, very sensitive, and my hormones run amok when they are under attack. We don't have children yet, that's still for the future, so we practice safe contraception. He wears a condom, or we fuck bareback when I can't conceive, well that's the plan anyway. But I am well aware of the biological clock in me ticking away. Saturday morning I spent arranging in my head the piles of furniture I had stacked in the hall and rooms; I didn't want to move it more than once if at all possible. So I called Jethro from next door and asked him over, I had arranged with him that I would want him as soon as I could get him in to hump and shove, pull and push and do what I asked of him. The first task was to get all of my unwanted gear out of the house and onto the drive. While he was doing that I called the shops and told them it was all there for the taking, and could they come around as soon as they could in case the weather broke. I didn't think it would, it was a gorgeous sunny day. My husband had phoned the night before, we had a good natter, but he had no idea what he was coming home to, I was so looking forward to seeing the surprise on his face when he walked into the house next Friday. Now, let me tell you about Jethro, he is 19 or 20 years old, lives next door and his parents are either Nigerian or one of the close by countries, I'm not sure but I thought I heard him mention Nigeria. He is a powerful looking lad, he's very nice, polite and quiet in demeanour, I suppose you could describe him as being the silent type. But I soon had him chatting to me. He's well over 6ft tall, shaven head that looks like a billiard ball, it's so shiny but it suits him. He is quite good looking in his black dark skinned way; I found it difficult to be honest to say how handsome he was because he was the only black man I knew to talk to. So my experience with black folk was limited to say the least. It was also easy for me to see he was attracted to me, well most men are to be honest. But never the less I was flattered. He would stand there in front of me while I told him what I wanted him to do. If an outsider was looking on I'm sure it would have been rather comical, me a tiny blond telling a big black man what to do and how I wanted it doing. We got on like a house on fire, and soon he was chatting away, he started telling me silly stupid jokes which I found hilarious, and he had me almost on my knees with laughter. By the end of play that Saturday I suggested we stop work and have dinner, he looked a little nonplussed and stammered out an apology that he would have to go home. I agreed and let him go but promised him a slap up meal the next day Sunday and I would not hear any arguments about it. The next morning I was up with the larks, I was so excited about my project and planned and replanned it all, I was adamant it would be perfect. At 10am Jethro appeared at my door and I ushered him in. I had him sit at my table and made him a huge breakfast, he wolfed it all down which gave me a huge measure of satisfaction. Then we went to work, I had him placing things here and placing things there, he was keeping me laughing with his silly comments and jokes. I thought to myself, what a wonderful person he is, so handsome, so attractive and so nice. My heart warmed to him, I liked being near him, when our fingers brushed I would feel an electric shock. But I didn't know I was feeling this or know what I was feeling either. It was one of those things that creep up on you and grab you by the scruff of your neck, before you understand that what you are feeling is really no surprise. It was late in the afternoon when we had more or less, put things where I felt they were in the best place that things took a turn of events that floored me. Because as I looked around at my efforts at interior design work. I was just so excited and proud of myself, my whole body tingled and jingled, my pussy even got in on the act. I felt it squish and heat in the excitement of it all. I know my body and pussy. I also knew I needed to fuck and rut, my whole body was alive with the need for it. I made some lemonade and sandwiches in the kitchen still in my trembling state, and we were chatting. I don't know to this day if he could sense my condition, or even smell it? I could taste my heat and arousal in my mouth, and I'm sure my nether regions were giving out the smell of woman juice and heated pussy. I raised my glass to him and congratulated his help and friendliness, and how much I appreciated him and his help. We clinked glasses and toasted each other. He told me how brilliant, and wonderful he thought I was, and also how beautiful he thought I was too. I was more than very pleasantly uplifted by his remark, and toasted him back by saying I felt the same about him. I never meant anything other than that, but Jethro just took it differently. He stepped up to me, took the glass out of my hand, I watched him put it on the table, then he put his down. What happened next was in slow motion, he put his big hands on my shoulders. I watched myself being drawn slowly to him; I seemed to be in a cloud, a fog, a mist that he loomed out of. Then I saw him bend his head down, I watched mine rise up at the same but opposite angle to his, and then he kissed me. I know I kissed him back, I could feel my lips working along with his, but I didn't seem to be there, I was sort of outside myself. I seemed to be watching a film of my seduction, here I was in my kitchen looking at myself and Jethro, and we were kissing! But the thing is, I wasn't protesting or resisting, Jethro now had his arms around me and mine were sliding around his waist. Then we were up close and personal with each other. I could feel all of his body up against mine, I disappeared into him, he was so much bigger than me, and there was also the bulge of him sticking into me where it mattered. Being as small as I am, my face was really up in the air, as his was down. The kiss was leaving me breathless, the heat from his body was firing me up and the power of him probing between my legs was scattering my brains. I couldn't think straight, not that I seemed to be trying too much. My body was concentrating on his kiss, the heat, his cock and the feel of his strong young frame that I was folded into now. But the moment was broken when he moved his lips to my neck, his hot breath and soft lips was all it took for me to collapse inside and want to make love in any way I could. I was at home all on my own, no chances of being disturbed, my husband away. And I was kissing a young black boy as passionately as I could, and do you know what? I didn't care, especially when he felt for my breast then nipple, I exploded in a shower of arousal. I needed love and to make love desperately. "Jethro, come on, lets go upstairs I have more work for you to do," I told him breathlessly. I didn't know if he knew or guessed what I was meaning, so I grabbed his hand a hauled him after me. There was no way I wasn't going to get the bulge in his trousers that had been lodged between my thighs where I wanted it the most, not now. I almost ran into my bedroom, the one I share with my loving husband, turned and threw my arms around his neck to kiss him. He didn't need any more encouragement than that, he went for it and for me. Soon we were scrabbling to get each others clothes off in between much kissing and fondling. Somehow when we were almost naked lying on the bed, then he was suddenly stood at the side looking at me, he was naked, I wasn't yet. I saw the most magnificent sight I have ever seen in my whole life. He was stood there like a giant black oak tree, he wasn't hugely muscled but he was very defined, and very definitely well built, broad shouldered, narrow hipped, and strong legged. But the most compelling sight was his weapon, his prick, his love pole. It was gorgeous, like a black log, thick, hard, heavy and superbly long. It looked like it had been crafted by a sculptor and drafted on to his body. It was stood straight out looking at me; and floating unsupported in mid air, as if to say. 'Come on then, you want me, come and get me, get me if you have the nerve.' The head was round and smooth, hot and black red. I just could not take my eyes from it, it mesmerised me, it also scared the life out of me too. The thought of that mighty thing, doing what I knew already that it could and would do, gave me the shakes. But there was no way on earth I wasn't going to try and get it all in me. I rose up on my knees, got a hold of his arms and pulled him on to my bed. He took the dominant position; he leaned over me, preparing me for what was to come. His over powering aura herded me to where he was waiting to coral, and put me into his pen. It was then I really noticed the difference in our skin colour. It hit me like a projectile coming from space. The erotic feeling it gave me made me give way. I felt my shaven pussy blow liquid from me, it aroused me beyond redemption. I made a very brief search for his prick and soon had it safely locked in my hand. I was barely aware of me urging him over me. I wanted his black love stick in me as fast as I could get it in. I was dripping, slick, and so very juicy. I do discharge a lot of love juice when I'm aroused, and this was no exception. I was flat on my back suddenly looking straight up at him, and guiding his cock into me. I felt it nudge its way in between my pussy lips and let go. 'Do your worst,' I almost shouted as I raised my legs and feet as high over him as I could. And then I was impaled, he forced his way into me in one movement. It's a good job I was as wet and as slick as I was, or I could have been hurt by it. But I didn't care now, it was in me and I was so grateful I almost worshipped to him. It was all the way in and he was touching parts of me that had never been touched. He leaned down and kissed me, he held that black assassinator in me, he was taking his time with. Oh how I love that, my husband does it and it's the most gratifying feeling a woman can have, except the ultimate orgasm. To know her man is putting her first is the finite in my opinion. Jethro held me for a long time and just stared deep into my eyes before he even moved the tiniest bit. Then the smallest of smiles played on his lips, I smiled in return, he knew somehow that this is what I wanted, apart from being ripped into by his gorgeous young black cock. I made him move, by moving myself. I gave him an upward hump, he retaliated in kind, and then he was off! He started slow and increased the tempo so agonisingly slowly. I was gradually wrapping myself around him so I was in the optimum place to be fucked, that's all I wanted now. He had seduced me, got me, and now he had me right where I wanted to be, underneath him with him so deep inside me. His hips began to rise and fall with faster and faster speed, he was up on his elbows now and banging into me. His prick was right up inside my rib cage some where with every thrust in to me. I had an orgasm that I wasn't ready for; it nearly killed me as it ripped through me like a runaway train. I heard myself scream and call out. "Oh Jethro," I moaned, "oh my god, Jesus Christ Argggh." My climax boiled and roiled around me from my toes to the top of my head. I had no defence, it battered me out of my mind, explosions were going off in me. Jethro kept on, then I could see from the look on his face, the grimace the intensity that he was going to cum soon. I waited with bated breath for him to hit me with that last mighty thrust, as he erupted in me. And when he did I felt as if my back would break in half, my feet were already over him, but my shoulders left the bed he hit me so hard in my pussy. It forced another orgasm out of me that rivalled the other. That's when I went into a sort of suspended state of animation. When the marbles had stopped rolling around inside of my head I looked at what I could see of him. His head was down at the side of mine. I gazed in awe at the black skin I could see, my hand was above my eyes around his neck, it was magical. The unbidden sight of black on white held me totally. I had never even thought of such a thing, but there it was right in front of me and I found it amazing, and so arousing. I had heard about 'black men' and their weapons, but I had always said and thought, that they are no different to any other man in the world. Well now, in my case anyway, I had been proved so very wrong and so dramatically too. Jethro lifted his head, gave me a smile and kissed me; I kissed him in a way I can't remember kissing another man that way. I could still feel him deep within me, our bodies tight together. I wriggled into him; I couldn't get close enough to him. The heat the sexuality, the sensuality coming from him was more than I could take in. He eventually slid off me somehow and his cock did too. I missed it as soon as the head plopped out. I went with him; I rested my head on his shoulder and caressed his fantastic body with my hand sliding up and down over the curvature and contours of his very powerful chest and stomach. The sensation of my hand rising and falling as it travelled him filled me with more and more desire for him.