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Just Like Old Times

By: UseAndBeUsed44



It was supposed to be my moment of triumph. I'd been waiting for nearly twenty years to confront the bastards who ruined my life, made me a slut slave to their hellish desires....turned me into the worst sort of cock sucking slut. Their actions when I was but a very young man had affected me my whole life...in my relationships with both men and women.

With women, I'd been unwilling to accept intimacy, but had instead used them as my playthings, constantly in search of the next "fuck fix" to satisfy my desires. I could even now cum up to five times in an hour....but I usually wanted to blow my load on an upturned and pretty face.

I was a "Master" and I craved the kinkiest sex imaginable with women....women whom I ruled and abused and whipped and who could be counted on to beg for yet more abuse even as they came and came and came. I search the classified ads long before the invention of the internet...usually in those seedy underground papers. I was quite successful in accruing a stable of sluts. Later, I used the 'net to increase my "property holdings" of female flesh. Even after marrying a wonderful woman, I continued to seek the conquests I craved worse than a heroin addict craves the drug.

During the "dry times" I would seek my satisfaction from other sources....I found myself descending into the old ways, I sought to be degraded and used myself. But I could only find this degradation with much older white guys. I subconsciously sought the return of my old scoutmasters. I remembered well how it had all started those many years ago when I was a first year college student and had been a volunteer junior scout leader/counselor. The older Masters had taken a liking to me right away.

Using porn and drugs they had quickly seduced me. I'd never even had a woman and already I was a willing slut to these men! My subjugation was completed and I was eager to obey any and all orders given me. Usually it went like this: I'd be walking home from my classes at the local junior college when a big old Lincoln would glide to a stop just ahead of me, and the door would open right in front of me.

"Hello slut. You know what to do."

Indeed I did. "Yes SIR."

I quickly stripped naked in the back seat in heavy traffic and draped myself across a set of legs and begged to be spanked for being "bad."

"Sir...I'm such a nasty little slut, I should be punished for needing to be used all the time. I can't help but think of your hard cocks spurting their hot CUM all over my face."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

In no time at all, I was crying hot hard tears, but my cock was hard as steel. I was shoved to my knees and my long blonde hair was grabbed roughly. His cock suddenly appeared and he proceeded to Dick whip my tender skin and lips.

"SUCK IT YOU WHORE!"

I eagerly opened my lips and felt his man meat slide over my lips and across my tongue. I sucked, but he used my hair as a handle to rape my mouth and I loved it. Soon my hot mouth was filled with hot cum as it dribbled out over my lips and down my chin. Then the man in back would change places with the driver and the whole sequence would repeat. My ass glowed bright red and my jaws ached.

Then I would be given a brief respite, as the car traveled to another county to a "party." Well, I had to keep myself hard and my body was toyed with for the entire trip, but I could relax my jaws. I knew they would be well used later. See, I was the only "Party Favor." All these old white guys simply raped my ass, and mouth over and over. I was usually covered in cum inside and out. My final humiliation was to walk out to the car totally naked and thusly covered for the trip home. Sometimes, they would stop at a gay bar and sell me to a few customers. This wasn't rape. I had to beg to be used. Which I did and loved it...it made me feel so wonderfully slutty. I just loved rough degrading man sex. But with women it was just the reverse!

One day it all ended. I wasn't their only conquest. Somebody turned them in and they fled town. I didn't see them or hear from them again. When I was no longer being used, I got depressed and entered therapy. It lasted a long time, but I finally came to the realization that I had been the victim and had been attacked, that I wasn't REALLY a "BORN SLUT."

Years passed, I got my degree and then another. Got married and found a prosperous job. I had a perfect life. But something was....missing. I went back online and soon discovered the wonderful world of internet porn....and the dating services. My MASTER side reasserted itself and I began to build a stable of lusty young and some older slutslaves.

Then, one day, I was surfing the net and I came across my old MASTERS in a popular fetish chat room. Of course they weren't using their real names, but nonetheless, I recognized them. I made arrangements to meet them in real life.

Now, here I was at the door to the seedy motel far from my home. I was forty three years old, but I'd kept my slender figure and probably could pass for a decade younger. I raised my hand and knocked firmly. A deep voice (one I remembered so very well) answered.

"C'mon in, BITCH!" came the voice. I was shocked. But I felt something strange. I felt the desire rise in me. My breathing quickened, my stomach tightened and I felt almost lightheaded. It was about to get a whole lot worse.

I walked inside. There they were, looking older and somehow more cruel than I remember seeing them before. They both laughed and one passed the other a $20 bill.

"You called it." said Bryan.

"I knew it was the little whore...even after all these years," said Bennie.

I was stung to anger and yet frightened out of my wits. I SHOULD be the one in control THEY should be contrite. After all, they had raped and enslaved me, right?

"Do you know what you did to me...to my life?" I sputtered.

It didn't go quite that way.

"SHUT UP YOU SLUT!" screamed Bryan. I fell silent, cowed and yet, totally excited. My mouth was dry and I cast my eyes downward, instinctively. They both chuckled at the sight.

"Still the little college slutboy, aren't you? You MISSED US, didn't you? ANSWER ME, BITCH!"

"YES" I whispered

"LOUDER and you know what to say, so get used to it."

"YES SIR. I did miss you." I said firmly.

"Why, slut?"

"Because of the way you make me feel....like a nasty little whore and a slut. And for the things you made me do, over and over again."

"Strip."

I hastened to obey. I was caught in that old trap, and I saw no way free, nor did I want a way. I had to face the facts, I AM A SLUT. A nasty cock sucking cumswallowing whore, who will open my body to any man or woman my Masters give me to. Mostly men. So, I stripped off my clothes and moved to the spot between his spread knees.

I knelt there....and gazed at his powerful, erect cock; undiminished in size even for his sixty odd years of life.

"You know what to do, so do it...suck my cock and swallow my cum you slut!"

I set myself to the task, and my mouth opened wide as I felt the velvety head of his cock glide over my lips and inside my extremely hot wet mouth. I tasted his precum instantly and it drove me mad with lust and submission. Bryan was groaning and Bennie was the cheering section:

"Oh yeah, look at the little whore suck! He fucking still loves it! Yeah, we are going to have a very good time...c'mon bitch, hurry up and make him cum...cause my thick man meat is the next stop for your hot mouth. I figure that in a bit, Bry will want your hot asshole, too (I moaned fearfully at this, but my mouth was still stuffed full of cock) so we can make a nice manwich!"

Sure enough, Bryan spilled his searing hot cum into my mouth, pulling from my mouth and spraying my face, as I used to love it....the heat was intense. There was not a second before the cock was replaced with Bennie's and I started to bob my head again, slurping the meat before me. I felt a sharp sting on my ass and then another. I whimpered as Bryan began to spank me, alternating asscheeks. Soon another load was deposited into my eager mouth.

I was allowed a respite, but not allowed to wipe the now drying cum off my face and lips. I was ordered to dress, this time in a little "outfit" they provided: Short shorts, very tight, a t-shirt, and some boat shoes. That was all. We walked out to their car as some of their neighborhood buddies came outside and made catcalls and whistles like I was a common whore walking the streets which....I guess I was. My cock was so hard, it jutted obscenely out a pant leg. As I walked to the car, I was surrounded by men...OLDER MEN who brazenly fondled me, making me whimper more. 

But then I was in the car, Bryan got into the back seat and Bennie drove. My pants were taken off and my cock sucked, and my ass fingered. I was reduced to a moaning twitching mass of nerves as my body was over stimulated to the point of torment. They laughed as I cried hot hard tears, begging them for my release.

"PLEASE, SIR...LET ME CUM!"

My nipples were clamped by way of reply. My back arched and I moaned, but my cock was so hard, my body betrayed me. I am SUCH a slut! After what seemed like hours of driving we got to our destination. An adult bookstore. I really started to shake then. I started to beg again: 

"P-P-PLEASE, SIR...mmmmphmph!" I was smothered by the lips and tongue invading my willing mouth. I moaned again and melted into the strong grasp as my long blonde hair was used as a handle to control me.

I was dragged from the car in a dark parking lot and still nude from the waist down was thrown roughly across the hot hood of the car. I heard other car doors immediately open all over the lot and I struggled wildly as I heard a bunch of men laugh.

"Fine looking little bitch. Can I fuck it?" asked a strange voice.

"Twenty bucks a pop and he'll even clean you with his mouth after!" yelled Bennie.

A whoop went up from the crowd which I guessed to be about a dozen. Soon the first hand roughly lubed my asshole with spit and a huge cock forced its way inside my ass. I thought I would split open, and opened my mouth to scream as another cock slid inside my mouth. I was now resigned myself to my fate and did what I do best: SUCK and FUCK. I rhythmically clenched my asscheeks until I heard a deep guttural moan and felt the hot cum spurt inside me. The raping member was withdrawn and replaced by another. At almost the same moment, the cock I was sucking, came and I swallowed rapidly. That cock too, was replaced with fresh meat. On and on it went.

Then, it seemed to be over. But that was just the parking lot cruisers. Next, I was dragged around to the back of the store where the back door was being held open. I could feel the cool of the store interior on my still naked and cum covered body. I was taken to a booth and dumped inside. I blearily looked up and saw a GLORY HOLE in each wall. I knew what was going to happen next and I could hear the deals being made to use my slut mouth and asshole. Then I heard the doors open in the booths on either side of me. It was about to begin.

Just Like Old Times



We were drunk, my best friend Liz and I. No, we were beyond drunk. We were completely shit-faced, to use the vernacular. We sprawled side by side on the sofa in my apartment giggling at nothing.

“Do you remember that little pinch faced girl that wanted you so bad our last semester?” Liz asked me. He face was flushed and tears leaked from her eyes as she laughed harder. “The one who looked like she had just sucked a green persimmon?”

I tried to think through the liquor haze and came up with a name.

“You mean Bessie?!” I tried to act indignant as she giggled harder. “Hey, I could’ve married that girl!!”

“Get’em up Bessie.” She called out in a fake Southwest accent. “Yehaww!”

I couldn’t help but laugh too. Bessie Mason, that had been her name. She had followed me around like a stray puppy trying to get my attention. I tried everything I could think of to get her to understand that she just wasn’t my type. That was when Liz had come up with the perfect plan. We would pretend to be a couple. She had been dating another in a long line of total losers who took her for granted. She thought it would be fun to make him think she had ‘turned lesbian’, as she put it.

So we spent the rest of our senior year in college as a ‘couple’. We shared an apartment then, so it was perfect. We went on ‘dates’, did our shopping together, held hands in public and even gave a few fairly passable imitations of passionate kisses in public places. Word gets around in a small college town and soon my persistent suitor moved on to greener pastures. Liz's loser never even seemed to notice she had a new ‘love interest.’ She really could pick them, my Liz. Users, losers and abusers. That was her dating repertoire. 

It seemed that her plan had no flaws, and we had carried it off well. There was only one small problem. My heart didn’t receive the memo that we were faking it. That last semester of our senior year I fell completely and irrevocably in love with my best friend, a straight girl.

I hid it well. We graduated and set off into the wide world to make our fortunes. She went her way and I went mine. She just didn’t know that she took my heart with her. I landed a great job in Portland, my home town, and I began living the lesbian dream. I had a nice car, a lovely apartment with a great view of the city lights at night. I went out and mingled in the local ‘scene’ and began to date. I dated a lot. I’m not saying that to brag, it’s a rather sad thing really. I rarely dated the same woman more than twice and I had my fair share of one night stands. My heart just wasn’t in it. My heart was in L.A. where Liz had gone after graduation.

We kept in touch over the next two years, through long phone calls, emails, chats on instant messenger. She called me to tell me about her engagement and impending marriage, at which she wanted me to be the maid of honor. I agreed enthusiastically, as any good friend would, then went out and got myself so drunk I don’t remember how I got home or why there was a woman in my bed who vaguely reminded me of Liz. Then I went out and celebrated when the whole thing was called off because she caught the intended groom in a compromising position with his office assistant.

When she had called in tears over her last romantic fiasco and asked if she could visit for a few days I hadn’t even hesitated. That’s what friends do, even when one is in love with the other and she doesn’t know it.

Now here she sat in the flesh, and she was as beautiful as I remembered. Her dark hair was longer, falling in a jumble of curls around her shoulders, and her figure had gotten just a bit curvier. Her blue eyes twinkled with the same mischief as always, and my heart did drunken flip flops of delight.

“What about that guy you dated...what was his name?” I waved my hand in a circle trying to conjure the answer to my question. Liz giggled madly.

“Which one?!?! I dated a lot of guys!”

“Yes you did! Slut!” We fell against each other in a fresh burst of laughter. “I know! Michael, not Mike, not Mick…’My name is Michael’.”

Liz laughed hysterically in recognition of my pitifully nasal imitation of one of her conquests during her ‘I need to catch a rich husband’ phase. That had ended badly for her as well.

A silence fell between us. One of those comfortable kinds that happens between good friends. I let my head fall back on the sofa and closed my eyes. It was good to have Liz here, just like old times. I felt her hand close over mine and turned my head to look at her through bleary eyes.

“You know, you’re a great catch, why don’t you have someone?” She said softly. She had turned sideways to face me and laid her head on the back of the sofa close to mine. I could barely breathe, but I knew this phase. We were entering the phase of the philosophical drunk, best to be avoided to spare embarrassment upon sobering up. Of course the curse of the philosophical drunk phase is lack of the ability to keep one’s mouth shut.

“Because I’m in love with someone I can’t have.”

“Oh.” Liz nodded sagely, “Is she married?”

“Not unless you forgot to invite me to your wedding.” I watched my answer swirl around Liz’s mind as she drunkenly contemplated it.

“Me?? But we’re best friends!”

And I had thought this was an intelligent woman. From somewhere anger bubbled up in me. Anger that she couldn’t see me as more than a friend, anger that my heart couldn’t let her go so I could get on with my life. I reached over and cupped her face in my hands holding her tight when she squirmed and giggled. Then I kissed her.

I kissed her with all the repressed passion I had felt for over two years. I crushed her lips under mine until they parted. My tongue slid into the warmth of her mouth and I thought I would cry at her sweetness. When I felt her tongue dart shyly against my own I drew back and stared at her in surprise. She had her eyes closed and she was breathing heavily. Her eyes fluttered open and the hunger I saw there was nearly more than I could take.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered. Her hands reached for me but I jumped to my feet and stepped back. “Jen, please…I…I want you.”

“You’re drunk, Liz.” I shook my head trying to clear it. “Hell, we’re both drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying and I have said too much as it is.”

I turned and stumbled off toward my bedroom. I waved an unsteady hand toward the guest room.

“Go to bed, Liz…just….go to bed.” My heart was breaking and my body demanded that I go back to her, but I couldn’t. She was the best friend I ever had; I wasn’t going to mess that up over some liquor inspired hormone trip. I somehow managed to strip out of my clothes and fall naked into bed to sleep the blissful sleep of the totally inebriated until morning.

Mornings always come too early and I was not a morning person on the best of days. When I felt the bed dip to one side I groaned and tugged my quilt up over my head. It being the morning after the night before made it even worse. I sniffed and smelled the tantalizing aroma of coffee. My nerves screamed for it. I peeked out and opened one eye.

Liz sat on the side of my bed with a perky smile on her face. She used to do this to me when we partied in college. The woman just did not have bad mornings.

“Come on lazy butt, you promised to show me around today.” She set a steaming mug of coffee on my nightstand and lifted the edge of the quilt to slip underneath. I closed my eyes again feeling close to panic. Maybe she didn’t remember last night but I did. Now here she was dressed in some short, thin kind of nightie that left little to the imagination, and she was climbing in bed with me.

In college we had often gotten in bed with each other on a weekend morning, it shouldn’t have been a big deal this time, but it was. For me at least. I took a deep breath and tried to act normal.

“What..” My voice squeaked and I cleared my throat to try again. “What do you have planned?”

She bounced a little as she scooted down farther in the bed and snuggled closer to me. I felt the panic again.

“I want to see this Saturday Market you’ve told me about for starters. Then Waterfront Park, I have a list in my room.” She reached out her hand and brushed my hair from my forehead. “Then tonight you are going to take me dancing.”

“Dancing?” I groaned and struggled to sit up. That’s when I was reminded that I had slept naked. Liz looked at my bare breasts and a strange gleam came into her eyes. I tugged the quilt up and looked anywhere but at her. “You aren’t going to make me go out and play straight again are you? I haven’t danced with a man since…forever!”

“Nope.” She leaned closer and kissed my lips softly. “This time I am going to play in your world, I’m going to ‘play lesbian’.”

I sat in shock as she slipped from my bed and sashayed out of the room.

“Oh this is going to be bad.” I thought to myself and headed for the shower.

Oddly enough, after a shower and a second cup of Liz’s fantastic coffee I was looking forward to the day. I slipped into my usual casual attire, faded jeans and a snug fitting t-shirt and comfy running shoes. The shirt showed off my breasts nicely making it clearly evident that I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I didn’t need to. My breasts were small enough and firm enough that they stayed where they were unless I set off at a jog, which I didn’t intend to do!

“Jeeze, come on woman! I thought you wanted to get going?” I called down the hall to the room Liz was using during her stay. She was such a stereotypical woman, always took forever to get ready and always late. She gave the rest of us a bad name. When she came out of her room though I took back all of my sarcastic thoughts. She looked amazing. 

Liz isn’t very tall, at about 5’3” she just reaches my shoulder, and I figured that now she probably weighed in at about 145 pounds, making her nice and rounded in all the best places. Today she was wearing a retro looking halter top and pair of denim shorts and they showed her curves off to their best. I hadn’t noticed how tiny her waist was before, or the way her hips flared out. Or the way the muscles in her ass flexed as she walked. Her skin was tanned a beautiful honey brown and looked just as smooth. The last two years had improved on what nature had given her. She turned and gave a kind of pirouette when she saw me staring.

“You like?” She asked in a low husky kind of voice. God, what was she trying to do to me? I cleared my throat and grabbed my wallet and keys.

“I guess I’m going to be running interference to keep you safe from all the wolves out there, just like old times.” It was meant as a joke to lighten the grip of whatever emotion had a strangle hold on my heart. It failed miserably. Then Liz managed to make it worse when she walked over and slipped her hand into mine linking our fingers together.

“Not if you make it clear to anyone watching that I’m your woman.” Her eyes stared up into mine and I knew my confusion and pain showed clearly. “Just like old times.”

This was going to be worse than I had thought it would be earlier. A small voice whispered in my mind that it didn’t have to be, I could pretend. I could go with it and just for today treat Liz like she really was mine to love. In one day I could shower her with all the love I had never been able to give her before. I knew that when she left it would hurt more than anything I had ever experienced, but I was willing suddenly to take that risk.

“Well then,” I smiled down at her and brushed her dark curls back from her shoulder. “I hope you are ready for a great day, because my woman deserves the best. Come on gorgeous.”

The smile she gave me lit my whole being from the inside out. The world was suddenly a wonderful place to be in. 

I kept hold of her hand as we went down to my car in the cool and shadowy underground parking garage. When I opened the passenger side door to hand Liz into the car I saw her staring at my chest in fascination. I knew from experience that my tiny nipples would be pointing through my t-shirt and I smiled to myself. Well, if she was my woman today why shouldn’t she look?

It didn’t take long to drive downtown and find a place for the car in one of the parking lots. Liz slung her bag over her shoulder and reached again for my hand, smiling almost shyly at me. I led her down the sidewalks and under the bridge to Portland’s Saturday Market. Vendor stalls of all kinds filled the outdoor marketplace; artwork, jewelry, clothing, food. So many things that one day rarely did it justice. Liz’s eyes were never still as she took it all in.

At one stall she stopped to ooh over the jewelry they had displayed. A particularly lovely pair of earrings caught her eye and she lifted them gently from the velvet display cloth. They were a chandelier style made from antique silver and sparkling crystals. I took one from her and held it to her ear. My fingers brushed lightly against her skin and I swear I felt her tremble. The earrings suited her and I turned to pay for them.

“I can get them.” Liz protested reaching for her bag.

“If I want to buy my woman earrings, I’m going to.” I said in a mock stern voice. She grinned at me then and slipped her arms around my waist.

“I will wear them tonight when we go out.” She murmured and stretched up on tiptoe to brush a light kiss over my lips. “Thank you, love.”

My heart lurched in my chest and I pulled her tighter against me without even thinking. She just felt so right in my arms. 

Over the next few hours I took every opportunity to have her there. I held her hand as we walked; put my arm around her waist as we stood looking at artwork. Anything I could do to prolong physical contact with her.

I slid my arms around her from behind as she admired herself in the mirror of a clothing stall. She was holding a long sheer skirt up to her waist in contemplation. Our eyes met in the mirror’s reflection and something passed between us that I couldn’t quite fathom. 

She purchased the skirt and a top that went with it refusing to let me pay for them, saying she was not a kept woman. I laughed and hugged her close again. Her body was so soft and yielding.

In another stall she held a vest made of white satin up to my chest and insisted that I try it on over my t-shirt. Her fingers beat mine to the buttons and seemed to linger a bit when they were done. She tipped her head to one side and looked me up and down before asking my opinion. I looked in the mirror and decided I liked the vest, but of course I would wear it on its own. I thought of the new pair of black jeans that were hanging in my closet that would go perfectly with it. I grinned. I knew what I was wearing when we went out tonight.

Liz slowly unbuttoned the vest and reached up to slide it off my shoulders. I watched her intently feeling heat coil low in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t have hid my desire if I had wanted to. She looked into my eyes and swallowed hard, shy again. In that moment I wanted her more than I ever had. I wanted to crush her body to mine and kiss her until she cried for more. 

“Are...are you hungry?” She stammered looking down as she folded the vest. I reached out and took her chin in my hand and tilted her face up to mine.

“Starving.” I said softly and leaned down to place my lips on hers in a slow kiss that gave no misconception of my feelings. It took several seconds for her to open her eyes when I ended the kiss and that hunger I had seen there the night before was back. A decision I had not even known I faced was made in that moment. Today she was mine. Tonight she would be as well. Tomorrow could damn me if it had to. “Let’s get something to eat and have it down at Waterfront Park.”

She nodded and handed the vest over to the vendor. I’m not even sure which one of us paid for it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and she seemed nervously aware of me. We carried our purchases back to the car and stowed them in the trunk. I kept an emergency blanket in there as well and grabbed it before shutting the lid.

We stopped by a little deli on our walk to the park and I ordered a cold pasta salad, a turkey sandwich and two drinks. Liz took the blanket from me and I carried our food. It was the first time that day we had walked without touching. I saw her glance at me from time to time and smile. My mind was racing with the implications of what was happening and I banished my worries and doubts. 

The grass at the park was dotted with picnickers; couples, families, and groups of friends just out enjoying the sun. Liz spread out the blanket in a spot a bit away from the crowd and I started setting out our little picnic. I sat looking out over the river for a moment before picking up half of the sandwich and turning to hand it to Liz. She was rummaging through her bag and I watched her as she brought out a funny looking clip. Her hands gathered her dark curls up on her head and applied the clip to hold it in place. My mind became lost in thoughts of her soft hair in my hands, falling around my face as I looked up at her, or spread out across the pillow as I lowered my body onto hers.

“Jen?” Her soft voice took a moment to penetrate my daydreams and I realized I was sitting there holding out an empty hand. She had taken her sandwich while I was musing. “You were a million miles away.”

“No,” I said almost to myself, “Not nearly that far.”

We talked about little things. Our jobs, the cities we lived in, the people we knew. I wondered if she was finally ready to tell me what had brought her here. Why she had called me in the middle of the night in tears. I prompted her with innocent seeming questions leading her in the direction I wanted her to go. I had always been able to do this with her, talk her around in a circle until she came to the conclusions she already knew but wouldn’t admit.

“It’s never any good.” She said finally. She was leaning back on the palms of her hands with her legs stretched out in front of her. “I just can’t seem to find what I need in any of them.”

“In who?” I lay down on my back with my head near her knees and linked my hands behind my head. I asked the question knowing the answer already.

“The men I date.” She said with a touch of disdain in her voice. “You know, when I got engaged to Paul it was almost out of desperation. I needed to feel like I had someone totally devoted to me, someone I could depend on completely, someone who brought out the best in me and let me be all of that to them as well. Obviously he just needed to have a place to park his dick.”

“And this last man?”

“Oh, Phillip.” Liz sighed. “Phillip was absolutely perfect. He was attentive and devoted and caring and he should have been everything I have always been looking for. But I couldn’t love him. He finally got tired of trying to convince me it would work for us and gave up. The funny thing is I was relieved.”

We sat quietly for a moment and I felt like I could almost have slept I was so relaxed. Her voice came to me softly as if she didn’t really intend for me to hear her.

“There’s only been one person who ever made me feel like it was right before.”

I turned my head and looked at her curiously. Surely I would have known if my best friend had ever felt the kind of love she was talking about. She wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret from me; she had always been an open book.

“Who?” I asked then watched in amazement as she averted her eyes and closed me off from seeing inside her. She shook her head.

“I’ll tell you later.” She said with false brightness and got to her feet. “It’s getting late, there are a few more things I want to do before we go out tonight. Break’s over, laziness, let’s go.”

All the way back to the car I wondered who it was that Liz had been so in love with. It had to have been someone she met in LA because none of the guys she dated when we were in college could possibly measure up. I was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy toward this unknown man. Had he held such a perfect gift in his hand and not even known it, not appreciated it?




Just Like Old Times



The rest of Liz’s sight seeing list was covered and I was barely aware of it. All I could think of was she had loved someone, the way I loved her. It ate at my heart like acid.

I know that I was distant and somewhat cold to Liz the rest of the afternoon. The feelings that she had stirred in me were not forgotten, but they seemed to somehow twist and change as I let my mind dwell on this lost love of hers. When we got back to the house I went straight to my room and dropped my packages on the chair. Liz followed me quietly.

“Jen?” She said sitting down on the side of my bed. “Where did you go? Come back to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Liz.” I said shortly. I turned away from her and walked toward the bathroom. “I’m right here.”

“What’s changed since this morning?” She came over and slipped her arms around my waist and pressed herself against my back. “Why are you so angry now?”

I took hold of her hands and pulled them loose so that I could step away from her. She followed me, her eyes full of hurt.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I said a bit louder than I intended. She flinched but moved close again reaching for me with trembling hands.

“What did I do wrong?!” The tears that spilled down her cheeks should have softened my heart. I had never been able to bear seeing her cry. But they only angered me more. How could she be so blind to how much she was hurting me?

Before I knew what I was doing my hands had closed on her upper arms and roughly pulled her to me. My lips sank onto hers in a desperate, angry kiss. Imagine my surprise when she returned my kiss just as desperately. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to tease and flick against mine. Her hands lay flat against my ribs and tentatively started to move upwards. I couldn’t contain the groan of pleasure that escaped me. I wanted her so bad.

I tried to step back but she clung to me and we stumbled, falling to the floor. Her soft body lay on mine, her hair coming loose and falling down around my face. I smelled her scent, the scent that was uniquely Liz, and I was lost. Then she was kissing me, gentle little kisses over my cheeks and along my jaw, she kissed each eyelid and the tip of my nose. I smiled and she kissed my smile.

When her hands curved over my breasts I caught my breath and felt my back leave the floor. It felt so good to have her hands on me. Her fingers found my hard little nipples and pinched them lightly, both of us moaned in pleasure. My fingers had somehow found their way underneath the legs of her shorts and were gripping the firm round cheeks of her ass. I squeezed them, pulling her down on my hips harder.

Liz sat up and reached for my shirt and started tugging it from my jeans. I covered her hands with mine to stop her. The look on her face might have been comical if it weren’t so seriously determined. I chuckled a bit then brought her hands to my lips kissing each knuckle in turn.

“Jen, please…”

“Shh, baby…it’s alright.” I pushed her gently off of me and stood. “I want this to be perfect.”

I held out my hand and she took it without hesitation. We stood as close as physically possible, arms wrapped around each other and I felt her whole body trembling. There was such trust in her eyes when she looked at me that I felt tears well up. I cupped her face in my hands and I kissed her again, gently this time, willing her to feel my love for her.

It seemed we stood that way forever, and it seemed it lasted only seconds. Soon, though, our need grew. I felt her hands on my waist, her fingers slipped inside where she had pulled my shirt free before and her fingers stroked over my skin. I broke our kiss and nibbled along her jaw until I reached her ear.

“Take it off for me.” I whispered. The warmth of my breath caused a shiver to pass through her body. Her hands pulled my shirt completely free of my jeans and I straightened to let her lift it over my head.

I watched her eyes as she took in the sight of me, my breasts bare and proud, the dark pink nipples hard as tiny pebbles. She glanced up at me as if to ask permission and I smiled. Her hands floated lightly over my ribs and up the outside curve of my breasts causing goose-bumps to rise across my chest. Liz had the nerve to giggle quietly. I tried to stay still as she continued her exploration, watching her eyes darken as she covered a breast with each hand and kneaded them gently. She bit her lip in concentration. Fingertips flicked over each nipple eliciting a soft gasp from me which made her bolder. She took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pinched them, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure until I moaned out loud.

Liz flashed me a grin as she bent her head slightly and drew her tongue across first one nipple and then the other. My hands slid up into her hair and I pulled her away. Her light touches were driving me insane. She made a small sound of protest which I silenced with a kiss.

I let my hands drift down her neck and felt for the catch of her top. The pieces slid down her shoulders and off of her breasts. She started to reach back for the other catch but I stopped her hands. This was my turn.

I leaned my body against hers as I pretended to fumble with the fastening. Our bodies pressed together and I heard her draw a deep shuddering breath. I smiled to myself, there were so many tricks I wanted to use on Liz, so many ways to tantalize her and make her ache for more.

The hater top fell to the floor unnoticed as I gathered her to me pressing our bare skin together. I moved subtly, leaning down a bit to rub our bare breasts together. Her breathing soon came in short gasps. I stepped back toward the bed and sat on the edge leading her to stand between my knees. Her beautiful breasts were there in front of me, the nipples about the size of the tip of my middle finger. I could tell they were already painfully hard, the areola crinkled and drawn to the center. I leaned forward but stopped short of kissing the nearest nipple. Instead I blew a soft warm breath over it. A gasp from above was my reward. My tongue flicked out and laved her breast in long slow strokes, before I drew back and blew on the nipple once more. Liz moaned and grasped the back of my head.

“Jen…I…I want…” Her whisper was urgent and her fingers twined in my short hair tugging me closer. I looked up at her and reached for her other nipple, pinching it hard between my fingers. She cried out and her hips thrust forward unconsciously.

“What do you want, baby?” I asked her in a low voice. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing harshly. Her bottom lip trembled at my question. “Tell me…what do you want?”

“Your mouth.” She whispered finally. The words broke the dam. “I want your mouth on me…on my nipples…suck them Jen, please?”

“Look at me.” My voice left no room for shyness. I wanted her to see what I was doing to her. Her clear blue eyes opened and looked down into mine and I nodded. “Watch me.”

I opened my mouth and took in her nipple and the dark skin around it. She let out a long low moan and I drew back tightening my lips until I held only the tip of her nipple between them. I released it with a slight popping sound and she tightened her grip on my hair. Her gaze was fastened on my mouth as I repeated the same action on the other breast. I could see her pleasure clearly.

I continued my actions, moving from one breast to the other until she was moaning steadily, her eyelids drooping a little as her passion built. My hands slid down to her waist and trailed along the band of her shorts to the button. It was time to get rid of all barriers.

The button flipped open easily and the zipper quietly slid down. I suckled at her breast as I flattened my hands and slid them into the back of her shorts to push them down. My fingers met bare skin. Liz was wearing nothing underneath her shorts. A hot flash of lust raced through my body. Had she done this for a reason? Had she done this hoping we would end up this way? It didn’t matter. As her shorts slid down her legs and she stepped out of them I caught the heady scent of her arousal. My patience had reached its end.

I stood and kissed her hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth to chase hers. Her hands reached eagerly for the fly of my jeans and again I denied her what she wanted by grasping her hands. Her sound of frustration pleased me. I caught her eye and stared at her for a several seconds before speaking.

“Get on the bed.”

She climbed eagerly onto the bed and lay back. Her eyes watched me hungrily and I felt the power of knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I couldn’t get enough of looking at her. I kicked off my shoes and slid out of my jeans and panties as I let my gaze wander over her body. Her skin was an even tan all over and the thought of her lying naked under the sun sent another jolt through me. Her legs were well defined, the skin of her thighs looking so soft and inviting. My eyes stopped and I froze, Liz’s pussy was shaved bare. The lips glistened with wetness and I felt something primitive inside me swell with pride. I had done that to her, I had made her that wet.

I moved to the foot of the bed and started climbing up toward her. As I moved over her body I dipped my head and ran my tongue over her ankle, then her knee, her thigh. I could sense her body tensing in anticipation so I just gently blew a breath over her wet lips as I passed over her pussy. She moaned and her legs parted for me, but I wasn’t ready yet, she would have to wait. 

I laid a path of licks and kisses over her rib cage and again suckled each breast as I continued to move up her body. Again she reached for me, her hands eager to explore. I took each of her wrists and pushed them to the mattress by her head and looked down into her eyes. The blue had darkened with passion, her lips were parted and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Her legs parted to accommodate me and inch by inch I lowered my body onto hers.

The roughness of my tightly trimmed mound pressed down against the smoothness of hers and she gasped. Her hips bucked up against mine causing our clits to become trapped between our pelvic bones and I could barely keep my hold on her wrists. I pressed down harder, grinding my hips against hers until she was moaning and beginning to writhe in pleasure.

“That’s right, baby.” I whispered, looking down at her beautiful face. “Go with it…”

Her movements grew faster and I knew she was getting close. For a split second I thought about stopping and denying her the pleasure she sought so single-mindedly, if only to prolong it for both of us. Then her eyes locked on mine and the sheer lust I saw there drove me beyond calculated thought. I met her motion for motion, grinding my pussy against hers until we were slick with our combined juices.

“Jen?!” Her voice rose as if she were caught between confusion and ecstasy. I pushed her harder into the bed in response.

“Let go, baby, let go….” 

As if my words were what she had been waiting for her body rolled like a wave beneath me. She cried out my name again, a long passionate sound, and her hips jutted hard against mine. Her movement caught me by surprise and sent me over the edge into my own blissful release. We moved together, drawing our pleasure out as long as possible, until my arms began to shake. I leaned to the side and collapsed breathlessly.

I drew her to me and held her as we calmed. My hands stroked her hair and I waited for her to speak. The dynamics of our relationship had just changed and I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. I suddenly became aware of her body shuddering in my arms, heard the shaky breaths she was taking. She was crying.

There are basically two reasons a woman cries after good sex, either she is ashamed of herself for having it, or it was just so damn good she can’t help crying. The tricky part is deciding which it is so you, her partner in said sex, can react accordingly.

I reached down and hooked my fingers under her chin and gently lifted her face until I could look at her. Her eyes, sparkling with tears, bore into mine and the smile that broke over her face left no question about the kind of tears she cried. She leaned in and kissed me passionately over and over before drawing back to look at me again.

“I never knew it could be like that!” She exclaimed. I chuckled. A lot of women say that when they have just had their first experience with another woman. It didn’t mean that I didn’t like hearing it. Pleasing her meant the world to me.

“What are you laughing about?” Liz poked me playfully in the side. “Something amazing just happened here!”

“Yes it did.” I agreed, leering at her. “You have just been initiated into the lesbian ranks!”

Liz sobered and rolled so that half of her body lay across mine. She looked down at me and I could tell that she was trying to find the words to say something that she felt was very important. 

“Thank you, Jen.”

“Aw, honey, don’t thank me.” I reached up and toyed with her hair. “It was a joint effort.”

“I’ve just never…” her face flushed slightly and I suddenly had an idea she was talking about something else entirely.

“Never what?” I lowered my voice so that she would feel more comfortable. She buried her face against my neck and murmured so that I could barely hear her.

“Never had….never felt…”

I made her look at me again and studied her for several long moments. She began to fidget nervously and wouldn’t meet my eye.

“Baby, are you trying to tell me you’ve never had an orgasm before?”

Her face went crimson and she nodded. I released her and she burrowed against my chest again. I was stunned. I didn’t see how it could be possible.

“Never ever?” I questioned the ceiling.

“Never with someone else…there.” Came the muffled reply.

I began to understand. My Liz had never experienced orgasm with any of her previous partners, all men. I felt something akin to elation at the realization that I had given her something no one else had ever been able to give her. I still found it hard to believe though.

“Did you ever come close?”

“Not with any of my boyfriends.” I could feel her soft breath against the side of my neck and it sent shivers through my body. “I didn’t think there was anything unusual about it.”

“Why not?!”

“It was what I expected.” I felt her shrug. “You know how my mother was. Sex was everything she told me it would be. A chore that was necessary to keep my man happy.”

“What about this mysterious person you told me about at the park?” I wanted to know and yet I didn’t. “The only one who ever felt right to you?”

Liz raised her head and looked at me incredulously.

“Don’t you know?” She asked softly. “It was you.”

I think my expression must have been vacantly stupid because she laughed softly and kissed me.

“All those times we acted the part, when you held my hand or we kissed, nothing had ever felt so right.” She leaned down and kissed the tip of my nipple and it hardened up immediately. “I felt pleasure in those acts for the first time and I thought I’d had a breakthrough. But I could never find those feelings again.”

Through the haze of confusion I felt I became aware of her hand softly exploring my skin. Like a breeze her fingertips drifted over my ribs and down my stomach. It seemed she couldn’t keep her hand still, it traveled everywhere; up my side and over my shoulder and along my neck. I watched her face as she touched me. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she followed the movements of her hand as if she couldn’t believe it was hers. My body began to respond, the heat of wanting her rushing through my veins again.

“I started thinking back to what it was like those months with you.” She continued softly, almost absently, while her hands explored my body. “The times we kissed so people saw us, and how I felt each kiss all the way through me. It got so bad that every time Phillip tried to kiss me I started turning away. I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it any more.”

I was having trouble concentrating on her words. She was caressing my stomach in slow circles and each time she completed the circuit her hand seemed to creep just a bit lower.

“I finally told Phillip that I just wasn’t attracted to him, that I never had been. He got angry and called me all kinds of not so nice things before storming out, and that’s when I called you.”

Her voice drifted off to a murmur as her fingers brushed across the edge of my closely trimmed pubic hair. I audibly caught my breath and she looked up at me swiftly.

“Is this alright?” She asked brushing her fingertips over the curve of my mound like she was petting some small animal. I didn’t trust my voice so I just nodded. This seemed to give her a new boldness and she let her fingers slip down along the space where my lips met, stroking the still wet slit with a feather light touch. I couldn’t hold back a soft groan of pleasure. I was surprised when she scooted down on the bed and settled between my legs. 

“I want to look at you.”

For several minutes that’s exactly what she did. She just looked at my pussy without touching me. The way her breath washed over me sent little jolts of pleasure through me and the whole situation was more erotic for me than I could have imagined. She brought her fingers up and traced along my outer lips again and I held my breath. I had been touched more times than I could count, but never with such awe and reverence. She pressed firmer and opened me so that my inner lips and hooded clit were exposed.

“You’re so beautiful.” Liz whispered and before I knew what she intended her head dipped and her tongue ran in one long swathe ending at my now throbbing clit. I couldn’t hold back the cry of pleasure that passed my lips. My hands tangled in her hair and my upper body came up off of the bed. 

My reaction seemed to please her and she began to repeat her action over and over. Liz had absolutely no technique. She didn’t tease and toy with me to taunt pleasure from my body and what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. I had never before been so…consumed. 

To my surprise I quickly felt that drawing tenseness in my lower back, the tingling tightness in the skin along my hips and outer thighs that signaled impending orgasm. I tugged at Liz’s hair trying to pull her away but I was unable to speak. A muffled growl of protest came from her throat and she resisted. Her arms encircled my legs and anchored her in place and she continued her assault on my helpless pussy. 

My body abandoned my mind and took over. My head and shoulders fell back to the pillow and my hips began to grind against her beautiful face. Her lips found and latched onto my sensitive clit and she began to suckle like a starved kitten. It was over in seconds. I barely recognized my own voice as I screamed out her name. Spasms wracked my body back and forth until I collapsed exhausted and panting on the bed. Her lips and tongue continued to move against me, gentler now, almost comforting as my pulse slowed and my breathing quieted.

The bed dipped and swayed and I opened my eyes to see her leaning over me. Her lips glistened with my juices.

“You are delicious.” Liz nearly purred. Her tongue slipped out and slowly removed all traces from her lips. “I never knew anyone could taste so sweet.”

“My god, Liz…” I gasped out. My arms and legs felt like leaden weights and yet my pussy quivered with need as I watched her. What had she done to me? Her eyes sparkled and she gave me an impish grin.

“Something wrong?” I could tell by the tone of her voice she was well pleased with herself.

“You’ll pay for that.” I promised and let my eyes close. She snuggled beside me and I heard her chuckle as I drifted off to sleep.



Just Like Old Times



(Please note: I almost submitted this story under "romantic." It is about people who are in love but share an experience of lovemaking with others who are in love.)

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Ron and Helena waited expectantly as the door of the small commercial plane opened and the passengers began to descend. Nobody interested them until they saw their old friends begin to come down the stairs. It had been ten years since they had seen them. Reassuringly, they looked so much the same after all these years. 

As Brad and Alicia came through the door into the lobby, Helena came running up to Alicia and almost knocked her over with her enthusiastic hug. Meanwhile, Ron had approached his old college roommate and was as unreserved in his greeting. And Brad and Alicia were clearly as enthusiastic about seeing them. Each repeated sentiments like "Oh, God, it's so very good to see you!" They had been such close friends in their college days. 

All four were exceptionally attractive. Ron was now 32, 6 ft. tall. His sun-bleached blond hair betrayed his love of the outdoors, as did his tan. He and Brad had been on the track team together, and both men had managed to maintain their trim muscular figures through various workouts. Brad, was a little shorter, 5' 10", but equally as handsome. With dark brown hair that had obviously been styled and expressive dark brown eyes, his general appearance had the effect of turning many women's heads. 

And the two women were also exceptional: Helena was the slightly taller of the two at 5' 9". Her naturally blond hair and her deep blue eyes were admired by most men, and her breasts were a nice firm B+. Her figure was hardly that of the average 32 year old. Flat stomach, beautiful rounded ass, long perfectly shaped legs. The phrase "a natural model" was not hyperbole. And her friend, Alicia, was equally as attractive. A striking brunet who often made older men think of the young Elizabeth Taylor. Indeed, her lovely face ( halloed by her jet black shoulder-length hair) and her stunning figure (enhanced by her size C breasts) made her as lovely as any movie star. Each woman had the creamy clear skin that most women envied. 

These two couples had not seen each other since their double wedding. Now their 10h joint anniversary was approaching, and they would be reunited for it. Oh, they had clearly intended to see each other often when they parted all those years before, but with one couple living on the East Coast and the other living in California, it just had not happened–in spite of all the calls and Christmas cards that ended with "We just have to get together. It has been too long." Even as their lives continued to be parallel in some ways (both couples successful in business, neither couple with any children, both couples enjoying a happy and fulfilling marriage), they did not have the opportunity to be together again. Now the reunion had finally come with the week-long visit which would climax with their joint 10th anniversary celebration near the end of the week. 

The many exclamations of joy and friendship having been exchanged, the two couples headed for Ron and Helena's home. And the week went very well. There were many local sights to be seen, there were many old times to be remembered, and there was an obvious conviviality to be enjoyed. All too quickly, the week moved toward the end, and the planned anniversary celebration. 

On the anniversary, the four friends enjoyed a leisurely day before the two couples retired to their separate rooms to get ready for an evening out. And when they came back out, it was clear that anyone who saw them that evening was going to be impressed. Ron looked especially handsome in his tuxedo, and Helena wore the light blue gown that enhanced the perfection of her figure even as it seemed to make her hair almost glow. The halter top caressed her breasts like tender hands and as she walked, her perfectly manicured toes peeked out alluringly from the matching blue dress sandals. Although married for ten years, Ron felt his desire stirring. He had never ceased being aware that the ancient Greek seductress for whom Helena was named could not be more perfect. 

When Brad and Alicia came into the room, even their old friends were impressed. Brad looked like one of the models in a tuxedo rental catalogue. And Alicia was breathtaking in her strapless silver gown. Her jet black hair was falling over her perfect white shoulders, and the cleavage under her necklace gave a clear hint of the exquisite boobs that were below. The grown seemed made for her, enhancing her figure in many clever ways. And as she walked into the room, it was clear that even her small feet enclosed in matching silver sandals were just by themselves enough to give many men a moment of fantasy. No wonder that Ron realized that it was not just his own wife that he found stunningly beautiful that night. 

It turned out to be a perfect evening. The lovely French restaurant was one of Ron and Helena's favorites, and the owner was prepared for them, knowing that it was to be an anniversary celebration. A special table, sinfully delicious food, great wine, romantic music, and even slow dancing. Nothing failed to measure up to both couples' criteria of perfection. 

Arriving home, they realized that it was time for the private party that they had planned. It began with the opening of a big bottle of champagne, accompanied by the observations that "maybe we have had a bit too much wine already tonight." But then they sat down on the two sofas that faced each other and took several toasts: to continued happy marriages for both, meeting much more often in the future, and gratitude for the many joys that they had shared together both in the past and during this marvelous week. 

After each couple sincerely expressed joy in the gift received from the other, they began to talk about their college days, as they sipped more champagne. Naturally, the subject eventually turned to the double dating of those days. So many times they had gone out together. So many times that had gone "parking" or to some secluded spot to top off the evening. And so many times they had been near each other while both couples were making out. 

At first, it was only heavy petting, but gradually it was obvious from the sounds and movements, that the couples had progressed beyond just petting. Each couple could hear the moans of pleasure ("Oh God, yes," Wow, that feels nice") that came through the darkness or semidarkness. And when it was not fully dark, they could see occasional movements and flashing glimpses of bare bodies caught in the throes of passion. It was evident as they double dated and the months turned into years, that although not planned, each of the couples found the near proximally of the other couple a real turn on. 

Now as they talked about some of those dates many years ago, the combination of the wine and the erotic memories was having an effect. A close look at the crotches of both men revealed partial erections. And the women were looking a bit flushed, their nipples obviously getting hard. That is when Helena said, "I have to admit that those double dates became the basis for often turning me on when I remembered how we had fucked so near to each other. I remembered things like glimpses of Brad's ass as he pumped into my moaning friend. That was hot!" After a short pause, she added, "And I have to admit, that I still enjoy those memories." 

After a moment of hesitation, Alicia injected her thoughts: "Crap, you are not the only one. I will bet that all four of us have been turned on by fantasizing about those memories. Come on, Guys, admit that I am right." The shy looks on the two men made it clear that Alicia was right. 

"Well, I admit," said Alicia, "that even just talking about it now has really made me horny. Maybe it is the wine and the memories that are making me so bold—-and be sure to tell me if I am way out of line–-but we obviously are all soon going to our bedrooms to make love. Instead,, for old times sake, let's make love together in this nice big living room." 

The silence that greeted Alicia's words lasted only about five seconds, but seemed much longer. Finally, Alicia began to apologize, saying, "Hey, I am sorry! I shouldn't have...." But Helena interrupted her: "Hey, I am going to be honest! I am not shocked at the idea. We've basically seen each other doing it in the past anyway, and I think all of us would admit to having enjoyed it. So, to tell the truth, well..., I have to admit that I find the idea rather exciting"

Helena looked at the men, obviously expecting a comment. The guys looked at each other and then Brad spoke: "Ok, I can't say I wouldn't love to have you guys present when Alicia and I make love. However, I want to make it clear that the rules are that we can do anything we want with all four of us present, except any exchanging of partners. From our conversations this week, it is obvious that all of us are proud of having remained faithful to our marriages. I am sure that nobody wants it to be any different. But for old friends to share their joy in the same room—well, damn it, why not? It could be very nice–-and exciting."

Having made his speech, Brad looked expectantly to Ron, and was pleased to see that Ron was smiling rather sheepishly as he nodded his head. The tents in the pants of both men were now very obvious, and the girls were perceptibly turned on. After they looked at each other for about ten seconds, Helena took the initiative and filled the glasses for each. Her toast, was "Here's to deeper friendship and wonderfully exciting sex." 

As all four finished the champaign in their glasses, Helena walked over to the dimmer switch and turned the lights to a romantic level. She said, "We don't want it to be in the dark anymore, I assume," and she offered a sly wink to the others. They instantly nodded their affirmations. 

Each man took his soul mate and sat with her on one of the sofas. Ron reached over and took Helena in his arms and pulled her into him. He kissed her lips with an obvious tender expression of love, before pressing his lips much tighter on her mouth and pushing his tongue against her already opening lips. Her mouth was always so sweet. And their tongues danced together in the age-old rhythms of passion. 

Ron now kissed Helena's left ear and gently whispered, "Oh, Baby, I still absolutely adore you. You have been making my blood boil all evening in that outfit." Helena's answer was to hold him even tighter as she felt all the signs of passion rising within her. She felt him gently kiss her neck and shoulder, even as his left hand gently glanced against her left breast. It was still like a pleasant electric shock whenever he did that. And as he took hold of her tit and gentle squeezed it, she could only moan in anticipation. 

On the other sofa, Brad and Alicia were well into the often rehearsed and beautifully executed erotic quest, a well choreographed dance of passion between two old lovers.. He, too, had kissed his partner deeply and murmured the often-heard, but mysteriously ever-new, words of love to his beautiful partner. He too had first brushed his hand against one of her precious tits. He too had heard her sighs of anticipation. And as he began to kiss the tops of her breasts, his eyes strayed to the other sofa, where his friend was just reaching up to undo the clasp on the halter of Helena's dress. 

Brad waited for a moment for the anticipated revealing of her tits---remembering the fleeting glimpses he had enjoyed all those years ago. And as the halter fell he realized that, although smaller than his wife's lovely treasures, Helena's tits were breathtaking. Almost no sag, flawless complexion, upturned nipples---softly pink, surprisingly large, and already very hard and pointed. They were an even more delightful sight rising softly up and down on the heavily breathing Helena. The vision made him even more anxious to free his own wife's tits from their captivity. 

Even as Helena felt a renewed sense of pleasure as Ron began to play first with her nipples and then her full breasts, she was conscious of looking over at her friend, as Brad began to work on Alicia's tits. She watched in fascination as her friend's huge boobs came into view. She had seen them before, of course, both on the double dates and occasionally when they had shared the shower at the college gym. And she had always been fascinated by such a perfect pair---he large, firm globes, the incredibly dark large nipples with the half-dollar size areolas. She was not envious, being satisfied with what she knew were her own lovely tits, but she was fascinated---especially as she watched Brad first admire them, then softly kiss them, and finally take them into his hands and suck on the nipples. She realized that her panties were already soaked.

Alicia, was breathing hard and feeling sensations all over, as she always did when Brad played with her tits. She took hold of the back of his head and pushed his mouth into her, even as she was watching Helena's tits getting much of the same treatment. God, her friend was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She knew that seeing Ron play with her friend's tits was adding even more to the always exciting sensations of having her boobs adored and played with. "Oh, God," she softly moaned, as she watched Ron first bend down and pull Helena's dress up enough to expose her feet and then kiss them, before gently removing each sandal. 

Then she watched her friend stand up in front of Ron. She could see that it was adoration as well as lust involved in the look that Ron and Helena gave to each other as she stood there. "It is great to fuck when you are really in love," she thought. "All four of us have been lucky enough to experience that all these years." 

As Ron looked at his incredibly gorgeous wife, he realized that the years had done nothing to make her less desirable. Every time he made love to her, he though "I am just one lucky son of a bitch!" And that was true now as he saw her standing before him as he sat on the sofa (an old "friend" that had been the scene of many lovemaking sessions). Eagerly but lightly, he put his arms around her waist and took hold of her nice ass, feeling his cock strain even more against his pants. Pulling the zipper down, he began to work the dress down over his wife's hips, and she then let it pool to the floor before stepping out of it. 

Now she stood before him dressed only in the beautiful see-through, lacy panties that he loved. He could see her full, golden bush behind the teasingly thin blue nylon. "My God," he though, "will I ever get used to seeing that?" Having reached out and made his wife completely nude, he pulled her pussy next to his face by again taking hold of her firm, rounded ass.

As Ron had begun to pull Helena's panties down, he had taken a moment to look around his wife at Alicia standing in front of Brad, as her husband was also beginning to pull her panties down. "Wow," he thought, "what an incredible sight!" Tall statuesque body, beautiful long jet black hair, and long lovely legs. He watched her panties go down revealing an ass any man would dream about, and he felt an incredible surge of erotic energy as he watched his friend kneading those lovely cheeks. The two beauties were both standing nude in front of their husbands, who were lustfully and adoringly kissing their stomachs and bushes while reaching out and enjoying their beautiful asses. 

The two husbands' minds seemed to work together, as each stood up and began to take off his clothes. First, the jackets were discarded and then nimble feminine fingers helped each man get rid of his shirt. Those same fingers were soon at work on belts, and pants were soon dropping to the floor and being stepped out of. Each woman then sat back on her sofa and kissed the tent that was sticking out in front of her. Each said something to the equivalent of "Yes, Baby, that is perfect" before reaching out and pulling the briefs down. Each watched the freed rod bounce as the waistband was pulled over it and then settle to full attention, pointing right at its intended target. Ron's was the shorter: 7 inches long, but very fat; also uncut. Brad's was obviously longer: clearly over nine inches. Both of them were throbbing monsters in front of the two beautiful women. And each woman loved what she saw. 

Ron was about to begin kneeling in front of his wife when he realized that Brad and Alicia were coming over to their sofa. It was Alicia who spoke: "We want to be over here where we can be closer together and see better." And she sat down beside Helena. What a sight: Two absolutely stunning beauties sitting on the same sofa, with the handsome hunks standing in front of them with cocks standing straight out and hard as steel. Each woman looked at both cocks with admiration and the guys could not believe how stunning the two women were. 

It was Ron who first kneeled before his wife, and Helena in anticipation spread her legs for him. Their moves were soon imitated by Brad and Alicia. As Ron looked at the marvelous trimmed blond pussy of his wife, he also stole a glance at the trimmed dark bush of Alicia. The excitement of seeing both pussies together almost made his head spin. He winked at Alicia, who was stealing a fascinated glance at his very hard, fat seven inches. . That only made her even more excited to look back at the throbbing huge rod that was right in front of her. 

Both men began to kiss the thighs of their wives, and the women began to breathe even harder, developing a glassy-eyed look. As Ron's tongue reached out and lightly touched the golden pussy of his wife, Helena actually gasped and moaned. Her reaction was noticed by Alicia, who looked over at her friend and winked her approval–-just as she felt her husband's tongue do the same to her with the same reaction on her part. Now the two old friends looked at each other with an incredible sense of shared joy. 

Brad's tongue was now licking his wife's dark snach even as he was reaching up and playing with one of her tits. He always loved to do that. His wife was loving both: the feeling of his tongue on her pussy and his expert hands playing with her very sensitive tits in just the way that he knew drove her crazy with desire. And when he reached up with his tongue and began to lightly lick her clit, she let out a loud moan and pushed her pussy into her husband's eager mouth. And she was also playing with her free tit, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. She knew by Helena's moaning and gasping that Ron was also using his mouth on Helena in a way that her friend enjoyed. 

"Oh, God," Helena almost screamed. She could feel Ron tongues penetrating her and then his fingers finding her G spot. She always loved that, but Alicia beside her being eaten by Brad---that really made it special. She realized that she was more excited than she ever remembered being before. And both women knew that they were going to be sharing an orgasm in a moment. Each now had her legs back, watching her husband dive in with full excitement. Each felt the sensations that made them moan and lick their lips. Each woman felt the realization that she was going to share something with her friends that she had never shared with anyone but her husband. 

And it began for both of them. As the loving attention of their husbands continued in earnest, they both felt the incredible tingling sensation that began literally in their toes and crept up along their legs into their spines. And each felt the sensation arrive almost like fire to her pussy. And each began to say things like "Oh, yesssssssssssss! Godddddddddddd! Don't stop. Just don't stop! That's it, right thereeeeeeeeee. Fuck, shit, God; it's GREAT!" And each began to buck her hips wildly and pull her husband's head even closer to her pussy, and finally wrap her legs around his head, screaming something like, "Oh, God, oh my God, it's perfect–PERFECT," even as she thrashed her head from side to side widely,. 




Just Like Old Times



The two women lay back and closed their eyes in complete, soul depth satisfaction. Finally, Helena opened her eyes, looked lovingly at Alicia. She took her hand, and said. "I have never enjoyed coming more than that–-I don't think even as much, in fact. It was because you were sharing this experience with me." And Alicia's look of sheer relaxation and contentment left no need for any reaction other than the squeeze she gave her friend's hand. . Meanwhile, the two husbands were experiencing ecstatic joy in the pleasure they had given their soul mates. They now began lightly kissing each pussy and looking up with whispers of things like "I love you. My God, I love you." 

It was obvious that things were far from over, as the two still very hard cocks of the guys clearly indicated. So after a few very contented minutes, Helena said, "Hey, Guys, as you know we have a beautiful king-size bed. Let's make a move to there. So each wife took the hand of her husband as both stood up, and the four walked toward the master bedroom. 

When they arrived, Alicia motioned for her friend to sit beside her again. Then she winked at her and said, "These beautiful cocks need a little encouragement, don't you think." As Helena sat down, she motioned for the two guys to come over in front of them. Each woman admired the cock of each guy. Alicia had never seen an uncut cock before, except in pictures. It rather fascinated her. And Helena was equally fascinated by Brad's long monster. Both cocks were throbbing and hard, the heads purple and shinny. 

Now each woman, almost as though she was in some kind of contest, began to give attention to her husband's treasure. Each lightly kissed the very swollen end. Each then lightly reached out a tongue to lick it. Finally, each took the cock into her mouth, sometimes lightly fingering the balls. But there was some difference: Helena could get all of Ron's fat monster into her mouth. Without much problem–-obviously from years of experience–she swallowed it all until her nose was pressing up against his golden curls of pubic hair. Alicia, on the other hand, had never been able to get all Brad's nine inches plus into her mouth. As she worked on Brad's steel-hard tool, she could swallow only about five inches. But the expression on his face and the expletives escaping from her husband's mouth, indicated that he wasn't about to complain. 

Both men looked at each other in their intense throes of pleasure, and Ron whispered "We are both very lucky bastards"And about then Ron, began to moan and pull his wife's face harder again his body. "Oh, my, shit, how can anything feel so goodddddddddddddddddddddd. Ahhhhhhhhh." And from the look on Helena's face it was clear that she was swallowing every drop shooting out of her lover's rod. 

When Helena's eyes looked over at Alicia's with an expression that seemed to say, "I beat you that time, Friend," Alicia was glad to feel her husband's balls tighten and his verbal indications that he was also going to shoot his load. And she soon felt the familiar sensation of warm cum hitting and trickling down her throat. As she pulled her mouth off her lover's cock, she looked at Helena,, and the two old friends smiled at each other, even as their husbands began to descend from their incredible orgasms. Naturally, each cock received a final cleansing lap. 

The two women stood up, and both couples just stood there, "making out." Each couple was embracing, softly whispering words of endearment and letting their hands roam over the familiar bodies that they loved. They were enjoying the well choreographed "dance" of love, more emotional and sentimental than erotic for the moment. But as they continued, the kisses became more passionate, the hands became more explorative, and the breathing became faster. The previously placid cocks began to stir and come back to life, first twitching a little, then beginning to fill out like a balloon being filled with warm air, and finally struggling to full erection. And soon, each man had a raging hard on. 

It was Alicia who, when she felt Brad's cock pushing against her, said, "Come on, Baby, it's time to really get together," and she led her husband to one side of the bed. As they lay down side by side, they were soon joined by Ron and Helena. The king-size bed provided plenty of space for each couple to continue their lovemaking. 

Since things had been quite intense before they lay down on the bed, Alicia was not surprised that Brad quickly began to feel her cunt as he kissed her passionately–and she was glad that he did. It felt great. She put her hand on his ass and enjoyed its firmness. Yeah, she certainly did! As Brad's tongue sought out hers and then danced with it, she played with the great crevice of her lover's ass, even fingering the cute hole. She was not surprised when Brad said, "Baby, I need you. I need you bad." 

Those were sweet words to her and she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs, offering her dark pussy to be taken. With eager anticipation, Brad kneeled between her legs and bent over his wife, steering his huge cock to the front of her love nest. He pushed just the head in and watched his wife gasp. He pulled out and teased her by pushing his cock up and down on her lips and clit, as she moaned her approval. He knew how ready she was, so he put the head back in and began to push. She was do damn wet! He felt himself entering almost to the full extent of his nine inches, and he felt his wife's legs come around him as she hooked her ankles together. Then he began to push in and out, imitating the age-old rhythm of lovers. 

Stopping for a moment to kiss his wife, Brad looked over at his friends. They were in just about the same position, with Ron's fat cock all the way into his wife's golden treasure, and Helena with her legs in the air, holding them back with her hands. The expression of joy and lust on her face made Brad turn back to his own wife with renewed determination to give her the best fuck she had ever experienced. And as he renewed his thrusting, he could see that he was not going to be disappointed. Alicia's face was already contorted and deep throat moans were escaping from her mouth as she thrashed her head from side to side. Brad reached behind, grabbed her ass, and pulled her hot pussy into him with every thrust. 

And then it began: he could feel his wife's cunt muscles begin to contract, as his wife held him even tighter with her legs, and began to scream: "Oh! Oh! Oh, God!" Brad could feel the contractions in her cunt become even stronger, as her tight pussy almost milked his tool in an incredible vice-like grip---convulsions that soon made him tingle all over as he shot his hot load into her. Soon she began to tremble, all over---more than he had ever felt her do before in an orgasm. He looked at his wife's closed eyes and the sweat on her face with a fleeting moment of concern, but was reassured as her eyes soon opened wide and she smiled at him. She whispered, "You are really good, Lover."

Just at that moment, they heard Helena begin to come. They looked over at her, and she was obviously lost in ecstatic lust, still holding her legs back as Ron's fat prick slammed into her. They had never seen such a look of wild, abandoned, and uninhibited passion. And she began to thrash her head and scream, as her orgasm began to take complete control of her being. Ron, too, was obviously beyond caring about anything other than giving his wife joy, slamming his fat cock into her wet pussy. 

But the looks and sounds of Ron's orgasm soon blended with those of Helena's. Brad and Alicia were thrilled to see them come together like that. They had both obviously traveled to a mystical state of bliss that can only experienced but never adequately described in words. After a few moments, as Ron and Helena lay there looking at each other, Helena said softly, "Wow, you do get better all the time."

The two men now rested on their elbows on top of their wives. Their softening cocks were still buried in the two cunts, but they were growing soft, even as the breathing of the four friends began to return to normal. It was a time of indescribable satisfaction and afterglow. A time of unmatchable euphoria. A time of almost mystic connection. And Helena reached over and took the hand of Alicia, looking at her as they smiled at each other. Helena then looked at all three and said, "Happy anniversary!"



Just Like Old Times



This is a story - a romance of sorts - that involves a grandfather and and his grandson. Readers should take not of that and the category it is under. 

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The bed I'm resting on is every bit as lumpy as I remembered it from back in late Spring, but that's okay by me because I wasn't interested in sleeping anyway. Besides it's muggy despite the window being open, and my grandparents house doesn't have air conditioning.

Chances are even if the old farmhouse had AC, my grandmother probably wouldn't turn it on. I could just imagine her ranting and raving to my grandfather about the cost of electricity to use something like an air conditioner, since she throws a bit if he has the nerve to turn on a fan to cool the place.

It's not like they're hurting for money, because they seem to be doing fine, and I remember one time seeing a financial statement from my Grandpa's retirement fund which suggested that were doing a whole lot more than okay.

"It's just her way," I remember Grandpa telling me once, during one of our late night chats. "She wasn't always like this, Marc. It's just that sometimes when you get old..."

I didn't argue with Grandpa, but frankly I didn't remember her ever being much different, and I spent a lot of time around their house over my 19 years. I do know it's gotten worse in recent times, and I suspect she might be starting to lose it a bit, even though she's only 67.

"That's what I get for marrying an older woman," Grandpa said once, although she's only 4 months older than him.

The thing is that he doesn't act it. He's retired, but he's still an active guy who I have to struggle to keep up with whenever we do things like taking hikes. Grandma, on the other hand, spends her days sitting around and complaining about aches and pains that may or may not exist.

I know it sounds like I don't love my Grandma, and that may be partly true at times, but only because I hate the way that she treats him, belittling him and nagging at him every chance she gets. More than once I've asked him why he stays around and takes it, because I know that the affection part of their marriage ended years ago.

"When I said till death do we part, I meant it," Grandpa once told me, and while I know there's no way I could endure what he does, I admire the fact that he's a man of his word.

Obviously, I look up to my grandfather, because since my Dad passed away years ago, he's been like a father figure to me. He's taught me more than I ever learned at school, and even now heading into my sophomore year of college, if I need to know something, I go to Grandpa before Wikipedia.

I not only respect and admire my grandfather, I love him too. I love him in ways that you aren't really supposed to love your grandfather, and I think he feels the same way toward me. I know he feels shame and guilt about that, but I don't. Maybe it's a generational thing. I'm not sure.

It's fair to say that we have an unusual relationship. Incestuous would be an accurate term, although to me that sounds dirty and what we do isn't that. It's a sharing of love and affection, and for those expecting something way out there, our story isn't that. Not at all. 

This is the second and last night of my visit, since I have to continue driving west tomorrow out to college. I'll return here again around the holidays, and then once more after school ends come next Spring. I might sneak out for a weekend in between, if things work out. If I could, I would be here all the time.

Last night - last night was like many nights have been around here of late, and I'm hoping that tonight brings more of the same. I guess I'm always afraid that maybe Grandpa's guilt might set in big time, but it hasn't, and it didn't last night.

I was in bed last night just like tonight, waiting. It's like waiting for Santa Claus back in the day, only Grandpa is real, and he never disappoints. The anticipation is so intense it's sometimes almost suffocating, but then I hear the light creaking of my bedroom door.

I was sleeping on my side, facing away from the door so I could savor the sight of the shadow on the wall. Grandpa's only about 5'10" and slender as a rail, but the shadow makes him look larger. Grandpa then moved into the room and closed the door behind him, with the turning of the bolt following.

The cat-like footsteps follow, and then Grandpa steps over to the side of the bed I'm facing. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness somewhat, but Grandpa's haven't, and it takes him a second to realize that the sheet is pulled down already. After he figures that out, he gently climbs into bed facing me and eases closer.

"You awake, Marc?" Grandpa says, the minty toothpaste aroma arriving just after his words.

"Is the bear Catholic?" I reply, one of our frequent barbs, and we both giggle like school children being naughty.

We talked for a while, about generic stuff we had touched on earlier in the day when all four of us were together, and then we started talking about other things. Things I would never talk about with anybody other than Grandpa.

"You going to try and room with Greg this year?" Grandpa asked.

"No," I said, my hand reaching over and touching Grandpa's shoulder, and as I let it slide down to his chest I explained. "That didn't end up too well last semester, and the e-mails we've exchanged? Well, let's just say I forgive but don't forget."

Greg had been my roommate and my lover during my freshman year, and things had been good until I came back to our place after feeling ill in class and found him getting his dick sucked by some dude on the basketball team.

I had shared that news with no one besides Grandpa, because nobody else knows that I'm gay. Not Mom, who's oblivious to everything I do. Nobody except Grandpa. He knew I was gay - hell - I think he knew I was gay before I did.

"You're young," Grandpa told me back then. "Experiment. That's what youth is for. I suspect your Dad did, although I never pressed the issue, and I sure as heck did my share when I was your age."

Hearing that my father might have been bisexual was a little bit of a shock, but hearing Grandpa admit that he had a thing for guys back in the day was a real eye-opener, and made me feel less -I don't know - less queer, I guess.

"You'll find somebody quick enough," Grandpa assured me last night. "You're a good catch for somebody. Maybe the he might be a she, who knows?"

"Anything's possible," I said to Grandpa as my hand slid into the cloud of silver hair that covered his chest. "But I doubt it."

Doubt was not quite the word, because girls just did nothing for me sexually. I enjoyed them socially and had many close friends of the other gender, but when it came to being attracted to someone, I knew what I was.

The conversation stayed in that tone, but my hand was drifting lower. The slow and seductive thing worked with me for a while, but it had been a couple of months since Grandpa and I had been intimate, and my impatience was evident.

Down Grandpa's stomach my hand went until I hit the elastic of his boxer shorts. With a flick of my fingers the snap came undone, sounding like a clap of thunder in the quiet room, and then my hand slid into the nest of curls above his manhood.

I raked my fingers through the bush, working my way down until I reached the stump of his penis, and Grandpa was working the shorts down to give me better access. This was the way we did things, with me taking the initiative. Grandpa was much better at self-control than I was, and wasn't already sporting an erection at this point like I was.

I lifted Grandpa's penis up from the bedding, the tube warm and rubbery, and as he lay on his hip I began to slowly pull on his organ, imagining as always what his cock looked like.

Strange, isn't it? To have shared countless orgasms with someone and not know what his dick looks like? It's true. My only contact with his penis has been with my hands. That's not my idea, because if it was up to me, Grandpa and I would have done anything and everything two men could do to and with each other.

"I feel guilty enough as it is. I can't," Grandpa had insisted so many times that I've stopped pressing the issue, but not after making it clear that anything Grandpa wanted to do to and with me, I was more than ready for.

So it's my hand down there, gently pulling on the organ that I wouldn't recognize by sight. I know it's a lot like mine, slightly longer than average and a bit thinner than the norm. I can tell that Grandpa is not circumcised, while I am, and that's the only difference I can detect.

It takes me a few minutes to get Grandpa hard, but that's fine by me. I love the feel of his flaccid member in my hand, and it has an elastic quality that mine doesn't have, maybe because I seem to get hard whenever a hand even approaches.

I lean forward, nuzzling into Grandpa's shoulder while keeping the lower part of my body away from Grandpa because my cock is hard as steel and pointed right at him. He knows where to find me, and after he gets erect his hand will come.

Already Grandpa has the tube of Intensive Care lotion out, and I can smell the vanilla as he opens it. Then his hand comes down and joins mine. The lotion is applied and after his hands makes a few trips with mine his cock is now greased and I can feel it get longer, thicker and stiffer.

Grandpa takes a deep breath through his teeth as my hand starts sliding up and down a shaft that is starting to throb. I can feel his foreskin moving with my spinning hand, and now he's fully erect, his 67 years not affecting the close to 7 inches in my grasp.

In the murky darkness I see his arm move, and only then do I slide my hips closer to him. His fingers touch my bush, since I long since stopped wearing anything to bed up here. Now I groan as his weathered fingers, slick with lotion, find my cock. His hand moves slowly because he knows that compared to him I am so immature, so unable to restrain myself. 

"Just like old times," Grandpa whispers as he takes the words right out of my mouth, and now we're together, next to each other, face to face, our bodies touching, and then our hands do this ballet of sorts.

This was new to me when Grandpa introduced it to me, and I thought that this was only the prelude to everything else. Our cocks are pressed together; with mine on top, the head of mine pushing into Grandpa's pubic hair, and Grandpa's prong below, with his glans prodding the area between my cock and balls.

Our hands, slick with lotion, move as one, spinning up and down the lengths of our members, squeezing them together while we gently grind into each other as our breathing gets heavier.

Grandpa once referred to what we do as frottage, but there's a lot more to it than two guys rubbing their dicks together. It's our hands and our hips and our hearts as well. We move slowly as one while nibbling into each others necks.

Grandpa can tell when I'm getting close to losing it, and he slows and lightens his grip until I get back in control. I think Grandpa could probably do this all night, and that's when I most wish we went beyond this.

In my fantasy I picture him mounting me, slowly probing me with this long and beautiful cock, and only cumming when he senses I've had enough. That was probably the way he was with Grandma back when they were really married, the master craftsman in the art of making love, bringing her to countless orgasms until filling her with the seed that would help build our family.

How long does this last? Never long enough although last night I managed to hold off for about 20 minutes I guess, before I finally whispered that I couldn't hold back much longer, and like he hit a switch Grandpa started breathing heavier and thrusting into me harder.

I started cumming, blasting my lead into his pubic hair, and as my spurts continued I heard Grandpa make this sound he usually makes. Our hands are now clutching the mass of manhood like a vice, and then I feel Grandpa's seed landing on my balls.

"I love you, Grandpa," I sob, and there's tears coming out of my eyes. I won't deny it, because I'm an emotional kind of guy and I love this man so much.

We were both still huffing and puffing, and even though we both stopped cumming we continued squeezing our deflating dicks together with hands that are dripping with a cocktail of lotion and cum.

Our hands don't stop, although it's tougher to keep hold of us limp, but since we seem to not lose much size after ejaculating we manage to go on, mainly because it feels so good. That's not the only reason.

Sometimes, like last night, I'm not done. When it's been a couple of months since I've seen Grandpa, I'm kind of excited. I usually manage to avoid jerking off in the days before my visit, so by the time we get together, I'm - like Grandpa is fond of saying - like a bull in heat.

So last night, as we cuddled while pulling on our cocks, I start to feel myself come back to life, and soon it becomes apparent to Grandpa too. He usually says something like, "You rascal!" at that point, or pretends to be annoyed.

It's all an act of course. Many is the time he's said that he enjoys my orgasms vicariously through me, and it's the only time he ever wishes he was 50 years younger so he could keep up.

So then our hands were jacking off one limp cock and one stiff one. There's no need for me to delay the next orgasm, so I don't. Like usual, this time I'm grinding into Grandpa hard, my leg going up on of his, and Grandpa is whispering, "Cum for me Marc. Cum good for Grandpa."

I do, and while it's not as intense as the first orgasm, both because the edge is off for me but also because we aren't cumming together, it's still good. Our hands relax and then fall off. Our bodies are still together, but now the two dicks are dead, with Grandpa's seed drying on my balls and mine turning Grandpa's pubes into a crusty and bizarre sculpture, I'm sure.

At that point, last night, I fell asleep in Grandpa's arms. Suddenly, his comforting arms somehow make the lumps in the bed disappear, and when I wake up it's morning and he's gone. He sneaks out while I sleep, for obvious reasons.

But that was last night, and now here I am in bed. It's getting a little late. Later than usual, and sometimes I fear that maybe he fell asleep or that dreaded guilt set in. 

I also think - hope - pray - that tonight Grandpa will say the words I want to hear, and that the things I've always wanted Grandpa to do to and with me happen. I can dream.

Now though, there's a creaking of the floor boards out in the hall, and now the door is opening. The shadow on the wall appears and then disappears, and then door is bolted and the footsteps come to the side of the bed.

"You awake, Marc?" Grandpa says after climbing in next to me.

"Is the bear Catholic?" I respond, and we giggle, and everything is right in our world.

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thank you for reading 



Just Like Old Times



I Love my wife. Not only is she fun wonderful women, but she can be kinky and dirty when the time is right. The two of us had plenty of adventures when we were newlyweds, threesomes, swinging, we even went to an orgy once, but then we went and had a kid. While our marriage was still great our adventures came to an end, now however our son is now 5 and we both are ready for a new adventure.

While we are both closer to 40 then we care to admit, we still have our looks. While Jen never had large breasts, a good handful, but she knew how to work with what she had. Her daily runs kept long legs and round ass firm and trim. I ran with her enough to keep from putting on weight, but I was still trim and had kept my hair what more could a guy ask for.

For the past 2 years we have had Kim as our go to sitter, she working on her degree at the college in town. This gave her the perfect mix of needing cash and being flexible on her time so when we needed a sitter she was almost always free. There was also the added plus of Kim being hot, her petite frame only served to accentuate her perky boobs; her long hair flowing down her back. But by far her best feature was her ass, plump and round without being too large. 

Almost as soon as Kim started watching our son, I started fantasizing about her. While I knew Jen would have no complaints about my fantasies and she may even be OK if I acted on them. I thought about asking her if she play with Kim; but we had put that part of our life behind us and I was unsure if she wanted to bring back those days.

So I kept my dirty thoughts to myself, until one day Kim showed up wearing a tight pair of Yoga pants. Well I always stole glances at her ass whenever I could, it was all but impossible not to stare at her ass in those pants. When Jen saw my gaze she gave me a smile and started finding excuses to make Kim bend over. By the time we left for dinner there was no point in hiding my thoughts any more.

"So...Kim is great with the boy huh." I started trying to be casual.

"Yes, she is...and she has a very nice ass." Jen replied with a wicked grin.

"Glad you noticed," I said. No point in delaying any more I cut to the chase and ask the big question. "You can guess my vote, but do you want to bang her?"

"You mean the two of us seduced and have sex with that young innocent girl we have watching our child?" Was her stern reply, not giving me a chance to comment Jen kept going, "That all just sounds like something from dirty porn." She pauses and looks me in the eye "And you know how I feel about dirty pron."

"Last I checked you were a fan." I replied with a grin assuming she was toying with me.

"Yup!" She says with a smile confirming my assumption. Jen goes on to tell me that she was thinking of the same thing and has spent the last few months getting closer to Kim, trying to see if she would be into some fun. Jen told me to just stay back and let her do her thing; I might scare Kim away if I got to close to fast. So with nothing else to do I just had to sit and wait.

Over the next few weeks things went on pretty much like normally. But I did notice Kim started to be flirtier, I had to assume Jen was making progress. After about a month we were driving out to dinner and Jen said, "I asked Kim if she was into a threesome today."

"Cool, what was her response?" I asked trying to control my excitement.

"Nothing yet, I told her to think about it and let me know." Jen said matter of factlly.

While I tried to stay calm for the rest of the evening it was hard to hold in my excitement, it was going to happen. About halfway through dinner Jen's phone buzzed, she pulled it out and read the text. With a grin on her face she handed me the phone, the text from Kim was just two words, 'I'm in!' The rest of the evening we try to enjoy our night out but all we can do is talk about Kim and what fun we are going to have.

When we got home Kim walked up and gave me a deep kiss then she did the same thing to Jen. It was obvious she was ready to start playing around right then and there. But when she broke her kiss with Jen we put a hold on any more action. That was always our rule; we worked out the details first. Make sure everyone knew the limits, that way everyone can just have fun. Not having to worry about pushing things too far. Plus we could not get too crazy that night anyway, no one wanted to risk waking up the boy.

The three of us spent the night talking about sex, Jen and I told her about some of our old adventures. While Kim shared a few of her stories, she admitted that so far her sex life has been pretty boring. After a few glasses of wine she told us she always liked it when the other person was in charge.

"If you two don't mind I have a...well I guess you could call it a fantasy." Kim asks nervously.

"OOO those can be fun, please share." Jen replies encouragingly.

Kim goes on to described how she has fantasized about getting caught in an awkward position and then things spiral out of control. Deciding to give an example she starts her story:

So it is late at night and I'm running around campus, I really need a bathroom but the only open one nearby is the men's locker room it is late at night so I figure I'll chance it. I sneak in and do what I need to but as I try to sneak back out I run into some guy walking out of the shower.

He is naked and I stare at his junk hanging between his legs. After what seems like forever I start to stammer an apology and try to get out of there. But he stops me and says I saw his so he should get to see mine. I cannot argue with his logic as I pull off my shirt and bra. I figure that is enough but he tells me to keep going.

As I stand in front of him naked, I figure we are even and start to pick up my clothes. When he...

Kim trails off, pausing her story she looks up with beet red cheeks, "Well you know what comes next."

"Yes we know," I respond smiling.

"But you can still tell us, if you want." Jen pleads. "I know it is something personal so you don't have too but I want to know how it ends."

Kim looks over at us, takes another sip of her wine and continues:

So as I collect my clothes I feel his hand on my shoulder gently pushing me onto my knees. As I kneel in front of him his hard dick in front of me I start to give him a blowjob. But soon he picks me up and lies me down on one of the benches. He then goes down on me, licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. Finally he flips me over and slides his dick in my pussy from behind, thrusting long and deep. He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls it; thrusting into me until the end.

"Thanks for sharing that sounded hot." Jen comments after hearing Kim's fantasy. "I like it when my hair is pulled too." She adds, trying to make Kim feel comfortable. "We don't have a locker room, but how about I walk in on the two of you in a compromising situation?"

"That sounds great!" Kim says with almost too much enthusiasm. The three of us discuss a few details and make a plan. By this time it was very late and there was a lot of drinking; so we invite Kim to spend the night. Jen got her squared away in the guest room before joining me in the master. 

After a night of sex talk I was very aroused and I knew Jen would be too. As soon she walked in the room I grabbed her and pull her close; our lips lock together in a long deep kiss while I unzipped her dress. As her dress falls on the floor she undoes my pants and pushes me onto the bed. She frees my rock hard dick from my boxers and bending over she slowly draws it into her mouth, while I run my hands down her back and unhook her bra.

As Jen's head is bobbing up and on my shaft while she rubs my balls with her hand. I hear a small moan coming from the doorway. I Assume Kim is watching the show from the shadows. I want to call her over, but I fight the urge. Let her watch and enjoy I think, her time will come.

I pull Jen off my dick and we trade places, as I kneel down between her legs I slide her panties down her legs. I toss them aside and lean in and run my tongue in a long slow pass over Jen's smooth pussy. I keep my tongue working in and out of her damp slit, flicking it across her clit. Soon I'm rewarded as I hear her let out a stifled moan and her body quivers in pleasure.

Again we trade places as Jen lowers herself onto me; I reach up and start to play with her tits. As we hear a loud moan from the doorway. We look at each other as she turns around into the reverse cowgirl position. As she begins to bounce up and down on my dick; I she her hand move to her mouth making a 'Shh' gesture to the doorway. As Jen keeps riding my dick she starts to rub her clit. Giving me an extra tickle with her fingers as I she slides down my shaft. That is the last straw as I fill Jen's pussy with my cum. We lie there for a moment and enjoy the post sex bliss, before we both drift off to sleep.

The next morning Jen got the boy ready and out the door while Kim hid in the guest room. We all agreed last night we should keep things as normal as possible when the he was around. After they leave I hear the guest room door open and Kim walking towards the kitchen. I notice she did not get dressed as she walks in wearing only her tee-shirt and panties, the same panties I pulled of Jen last night.

"Hope you slept well?" I ask

"Yes, hope you don't mind" she said referencing her clothes. "I did not have any PJ's so I had to make do." She then gives me a slow turn and I'm transfixed by her firm plump ass. The lace fabric of my wife's panties pulled tight over her delicious backside.

"Not at all." I reply with a grin.

We continue to talk as I make a quick breakfast for both of us, we keep the conversation light but at any opening there is a sly comment or an innuendo. We both take any opportunity for a gentle brush, of the others ass. After all the teasing I start to lose control, I walk up behind her and grab her waist. I pull her into me, my hard cock pressing into the small of her back.

"You were watching us last night weren't you?" I ask.

I feel her squirm pushing her ass into me "Yes," she replies.

"You liked what you saw?" I ask as my hand runs over her tee-shirt towards her breasts. I take one of them in my hand giving it a squeeze. Her nipple hardens as the fabric is rubbed over them.

Her only reply is a soft moan as I keep massaging her breasts. I then start to run my hand down over her stomach but as I reach the top of the panties her hand grabs mine. She holds my hand as she digs her backside into my hard dick. "I have to go, I have class." She teases, "You will just have to wait." She adds as she breaks free of my grasp and walks away.

I stand in the kitchen trying to decide if I should let her go, or chase after her and finish what we started. I spend so long by the time I decide Kim is saying bye and heading out the door. I head to the guest room to see lying on the bed two pairs of panties; one I assume is Kim's and the other was Jen's pair that Kim was warring. In between them there is a note saying 'Next time'. My mind fills with thought of next time, Kim's face twisted in pleasure. Her round ass bouncing as I ram her from behind; her face buried between Jen's legs.

It takes two weeks for the three of us to find a day that would work, two long weeks. The time was filled with plenty of dirty texts from Kim, but waiting is never fun. Finally the big day arrived; it took all my self-control to act like nothing was going on. But we decided last time to keep things normal with the boy in the house, so like we did plenty of other times he was told to be good and we left for the evening.

As Jen and I are out we gave into the excitement that had built up: a make out session in the stairwell of the parking garage, a quick blowjob in the bathroom, a quiet finger bang under her coat during the show. We could not keep our hands to ourselves the entire evening.

When we get home Kim had changed from into the tight yoga pants that started this whole mess with an equally tight tank top. Again we are all ready to go, but we know we must wait; as Jen goes to check on the boy I sit on the couch next to Kim. Almost instantly we start making out, I run my hands over her firm young breasts. I feel the dampness growing between her legs. When Jen returns she coughs from across the room.

Kim and I break our kiss and turn to see her standing there, gone is the sexy yet conservative dress she was wearing, replaced with a pair yoga pants and an impossible tight tee-shirt. "We agreed no hanky-panky when the boy was in the house." She says, adding almost as an afterthought, "He sound asleep by the way."

We slide apart reluctantly; I make no effort to hide the obvious bulge in my pants. Jen smiles as she walks across the room, seeing the state she left me in. Her own arousal clear as her nipples push against her top. When she reaches the couch she slides in between Kim and me. Placing a hand on my crotch she then turns towards Kim and starts making out with her. 

I watch as the two women make out, their hands exploring each other's bodies. I try to reach in between them once or twice but each time my hand is smacked away. Resigned to my fate, I switch to a chair across from them for a better view.

As we here the boy stir we decide to call it a night before we lose control. Kim heads to the guest room as Jen I head towards ours. I'm so worked up I cannot keep my hands off her while she keeps playfully pushing my hands away.

As we get to the bedroom I pull Jen into me as she says "No, we have a guest," while she is grinding herself into me. I know my wife, this is an I'm going to say no until I leave her no choice. Taking her cue and I push her over the bed and pull down her pants. Running my hand over her slit it gets covered in her juices while Jen coos in response to my touch. I quickly undo my pants and hopefully look to the door.

To my pleasure I see Kim standing there, her hand down her pants. Keeping my eyes locked on Kim I push into Jen in one deep thrust. As Jen lets out a moan I lean in and whisper in her ear, "Shh we have company." Another moan is her only reply.

I push her head into the bed, to muffle her moans as I kept driving into to her. While Kim plays with herself in the doorway our eyes locked together. Not breaking her gaze Kim lifts her top and starts playing with her nipples. As Jen's muffled moans get louder, I give her a few more good thrusts as her body starts to convulse beneath me.

I wrap Jen's hair around my hand and pull her head off the bed; as Kim's hand moves faster down her pants. I drive into Jen a few more times in this new position as we both watch Kim collapses against the door frame the pleasure obvious across her face.

Letting go of Jen's hair, I slide out of her as she turns around and kneels in front of me taking my dick in her mouth. I grab the back of her head and force my cock deep down her throat. Holding Jen onto my cock I shoot my load down her throat, my eyes still locked with Kim's. Without saying a word Jen gets up and walks over to Kim and the two share a deep kiss. As she breaks the kiss Kim says a quiet goodnight and heads to the guest room.

In the morning Jen gets up and starts to get ready. I try to join her in the shower only to find she locked the bathroom door, disappointed I crawl back in bed and drift back to sleep. I'm awaken later as I feel someone slide up behind me. I twist my head expecting Jen but to my delight I see Kim looking back at me. She wraps her arm over me holding me against her as she leans into my ear "Jen left with the boy," she whispers. "She said she should be back by nine."

"That is a long time to wait," I reply feeling her body press into mine.

"I know." she said her hand grabbing for my dick. She runs her hand over my dick as it grows hard under her touch. "I don't want to wait, I want you to bend me over this bed and fuck like you did to Jen last night."

As she withdraws her hand I move to turn over in the bed, to take her in my arms and giver the fucking she is asking for. But as I turn over she is gone. She quickly moves to the doorway and looks back at me, the indecision clear on her face.

"But Jen asked me to wait, she reminded me of the plan we made." She pauses excitement in her voice, "I've waited this long, I can wait a little more." As she quickly leaves I lay there alone, pondering what is to come.

Eventually I decide to get ready: shower, shave, and teeth brushed. I stand in my closet deciding what to wear. Normally I would not give it a second thought but I assume the girls did so I figure I should at least try. Deciding I slide on my best pair of jeans and a casual button down top, I skip the boxers as they would just be in the way.

At just about nine I go and wait in the kitchen, shortly I hear the garage door rumble open as Jen returns. As I hear the garage door close Kim shows come around the corner, with a friendly "Morning!" 

As she stands there I take her in. A strappy pair of sandals with a wedge heel shows off her freshly painted toes. The short floral print sun dress showing off plenty of cleavage; the thin spaghetti straps tease at the missing bra. Her light brown hair, now in a clean braid, hangs down her back. 

"Morning," I reply. Getting into character I walk over to her and say, "I saw you."

"What?" She asks, the excitement growing across her face.

"I saw you watching Jen and I last night." I clarify, not giving her a chance to respond I continue "We invite you into our house and that is how you repay us, buy spy on us?"

"Sorry, I heard you two and I just could not help myself." She replies playing into her part she starts looks shamefully at the floor.

Guiding her head up I look her in the eyes, trying to look as scornful as possible. "I don't think sorry is enough." I say as I bend her over the kitchen island, as I'm holding her down I see Jen peering through the door to the garage. Watching and waiting for a good moment to join in the fun. I give her a wink and start running my hand up inside of Kim's legs. I reaching the top of her legs I run my hand over her panties, feeling the dampness through the fabric.

I lift her dress exposing her light blue panties, "I think I need teach you a lesson." I taunt as I rub my hand over her ass. Then in a quick motion I slap my hand down across her ass. Kim lets out a yelp as I again rub my hand over her back side, feeling the heat coming from between her legs.

I repeat this a few times, a smack to the ass followed by some gentle rubbing, getting closer to her pussy each time. After one last smack I start rubbing her pussy through her panties. As Kim starts to moan, I pull the fabric to the side and push the tip of a finger inside her.

"What is going on here?!" Jen exclaims walking through the door. Kim tries to stand up but I hold her down, exposed and on display.

If Kim is dressed and playing the role of the innocent young girl Jen is the opposite. She has the serious business women look; a look I always found super sexy. Her black 4 inch heels stretch her legs, up to her short tight black pencil skirt. Her red silk blouse pulled tight across her breasts, with her black hair tied back in a bun.

"Well I'm waiting," she asks again playing at being stern and serious.

"Last night when we were being intimate," I reply still holding Kim to the island. "This hussy was watching us."

Jen runs her hand over Kim's exposed back side on her way to push my hand off her. "Is this true," she asks?

Kim stands up and looks at the both of us, the excitement clear on her face. Getting back into character she sheepishly looks at her feet and mumbles, "Yes."

Jen lifts her head and looks her in the eyes, "That was naughty of you."

"I know, sorry." Kim replies.

"I don't sorry will be enough," Jen states. "You saw us, so we should see you. Take off that dress," she commands.




Just Like Old Times



Breaking character momentarily she quickly pulls her dress over her head and tosses it on the floor giving me my first good look at her tits. Firm and perky not that large by well sized for her body, her pink nipples hard in anticipation. 

Jen and I size her up like a piece of meat, "I think you have not learned your lesson yet," Jen says with a smile. "Now get on your knees," she commands

As Kim kneels down in front of me she starts to reach for my waist, but she stops and drops back into character. She looks up at me with her best innocent girl face acting unsure as to what to do. I look down at her and say. "Now you get to suck my cock." I tell her in a stern tone, as I undo my pants and my hard dick slaps her in the face.

As Kim gives my dick a few gentle licks as I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside with my jeans. I look down at Kim as she runs her tongue down the underside of my shaft. Reaching my balls she runs her tongue over them in small circles before working her way back to the tip. While I'm enjoying her work I recall the more forceful tone and grab the side of her head. "I said suck, not lick." I scold, as I push my dick into her mouth.

Kim slides her mouth over my dick, sliding it in and out in a smooth slow motion. She reaches up with her hands and fondles my balls, rolling them in her fingers. 

As Kim head keeps bobbing up and down on my shaft, Jen starts to undress taking off her top and sliding off her skirt. She gives me a spin showing off her lacy black bra and matching thong. After all the teasing, seeing Jen in her fuck-me heels and sexy underwear, while Kim is taking long draws on my dick is too much to take. 

Seeing my state Jen walks over to us and puts her hand on Kim's head. "You can do better than that," she says as she starts pushing Kim deeper onto my cock. With Jen controlling Kim's pace I cannot hold out any longer as my cum fills her mouth. Swallowing my load she looks up and smiles, before going back to her sheepish look. She starts to stand up but Jen stops her with hand on each shoulder

"You not done yet," she says. As she slides of her thong off and sits on the edge of the island, "Now it's mine turn." Kim turns around as Jen spreads her legs; she pauses for a moment taking a long look at Jen's smooth pussy. She leans in and gives it a few gentle licks; I stand back and watch as Kim takes her few tentative licks. Jen wraps her legs around Kim, locking her heels together behind her back holding her in place.

I give Jen time to enjoy Kim's tongue but as she starts to moan I decide to rejoin the action. I walk over to the pair, leaning in I give Jen a kiss and unhook her bra. As her bra slides off she starts to moan again from Kim's efforts. Jen unlocks her legs as I pull Kim's hips up the ground. Running my hand over her ass before I withdrew my hand and give her ass another quick smack; driving her tongue into Jen's pussy.

Jen Lets out a gasp at this new sensation, smiling I smack Kim's ass a few more times. Each time Jen letting out a gasp as her pussy gets thrust by Kim's tongue. Smiling I pull Kim's panties off and run my hand over her pussy, feeling Kim's excitement I easily slide a finger into her wet pussy. I push a finger into Kim and then a second, as Jen starts moaning. 

By this time I'm at full attention again and I've been denied Kim's pussy for too long. I position myself behind her and in one slow thrust slide my cock into Kim's tight young pussy. I start slowly pulling in and out of Kim, but soon I'm thrusting into to her hard. Again each thrust I make pushes Kim's tongue deeper into Jen's pussy. 

With no need to be quite Jen starts screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Lick my pussy!" Holding Kim's head in place Jen lets out a large scream of pleasure as her hips buck against the island. A smile and contented look spreads across her face as she comes down from her high.

Her tongue no longer needed I grab Kim's braid and pull as I thrust into her again. Kim's moans grow louder and louder with each thrust. Soon I feel her pussy clench around me as her own orgasm washes over her. Releasing her braid she collapses onto the island, as I withdraw my cock from her. 

Taking just a moment she gets back on her knees and takes me back into her mouth. After a moment Jen slides off the island and stands next to me. Grabbing Kim's braid she uses it to pulls Kim's head back. Grabbing my cock in the other hand, she begins to jack me off in front of Kim face. Soon Jen achieves her goal as I start to cum; spraying my load I cover Kim's face with my white sticky cum.

Jen releases Kim's hair as she collapses to the floor, while Jen and I lean against the counter. We all stay that way enjoying the moment, then Jen looks down at Kim and with a grin asks. "So are you going to sneak in and watch my husband and me again?"

Looking back at us with a grin on her cum covered face she replies, "While if this is what will happen if I do, then yes." 

We all chuckle as Jen helps her off the floor. "Let me help you in the shower." she says as the two leave the room. I stay in the kitchen thinking that we have all day before the boy gets home. With a grin on my face I go to join the girls in the shower.