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Old Jack

By: exaucer



It was the summer of 1973 and I had just finished my first year in college. I was chasing every blonde girl I met and having relative success given that I was slight of build and very young looking. Being young looking had meant that I was often accosted by middle aged, mature men, who saw me as a pretty boy. While I was often attracted to some of those men I never gave in to their advances. The truth be told, I did fantasize about some of them quite often and masturbated frequently. 

Looking back I often wish I had realized just how much I was turning them on and allowed myself the pleasure of teasing them and leading them on. Oh the innocence of youth and lack of self confidence, if only things had been otherwise. I was afraid of course and things were so different back then. I was in denial about my true feelings and still believed that real sexual pleasure lay between the legs of the blonde girls whose pussies I longed to see, finger, lick and fuck. 

I was confused because many times while looking at naked pictures, which now seem so tame, of these gorgeous babes, I would imagine them spreading their legs wide and opening themselves up to be pleasured, not by me of course, but by some of the gay men who had tried to pick me up, or even other men to whom I found myself attracted. The thing is too, it was not one specific type of man, but it was always older guys.

Some were fat, some were thin, some were well built and muscular, some were tall, some were short, some were very handsome, and some were down right unattractive. Some were even really tough looking, while others were quite effeminate in their mannerisms. The one thing they all had in common was a great cock, bigger than mine, thicker than mine, hairy, manly and hard enough to satisfy the girls I longed to bed. 

In my fantasies the woman I longed for would do anything with the men and the men had them yelping and whimpering. It was a short step from there to me wishing I was one of those pretty girls of my fantasies who allowed some dirty old fucker, gay or straight, to seduce me in the back of a car or in his bedroom. I was such a confused and sexually inexperienced young boy and I knew I had to get laid, to prove to myself that I was not one of those "queer" guys. In those days teenage boys were merciless about all aspects of male homosexuality.

So it was then, that I began a temporary job in the Civil Service. The pay was not great but the building, on the far side of town was full of people packed in to offices which I hoped, would present me with the opportunity to get down and dirty with some little trollop, who would show me what pussy was all about. I could not have been more wrong.

I met old Jack the morning I started. Jack was the number 2 boss in my office. He was a big portly man, with a barrel chest, tall, very strong, thick grey hair and glasses. Apart from his size, the first thing I noticed about him, when introduced to him, were his lips. He had big thick lips. His face had thick fleshy skin which was full of tiny holes. When we shook hands, Jack's hand dwarfed mine in size and thickness, and his grip was powerful. 

Jack was very friendly and he instructed me personally on the details of the form filling tasks I had to perform. He seemed to be a really nice guy and he asked me lots of questions about myself and my studies, sporting interests and girlfriends. I lied and told him I had a girlfriend. The girls who worked in the office were genuinely surprised at the time Jack was giving to my training. He has never done that before they would say to me. He must like you. I laughed it off by saying every body likes me.

One afternoon, about two weeks after I had started, old Jack came up to me and asked me to help take some boxes out to his car. I was pleased to help him as he had been decent to me. His car was parked at the very end of the large car park at the top of a slight incline, affording any occupant a clear view over the rest of the car park. As we were placing the boxes in the front seat it began to rain heavily. As neither of us had coats or jackets on, Jack said jump in the back or we will be soaked. I was glad to get out of the shower.

So there I was in the back seat of this big Ford sitting next to old Jack. My shirt was pretty wet and the rain showed no sign of letting up. The windows quickly began to become covered in condensation. We talked away about this and that and then, Jack steered the conversation round to my "imaginary" girlfriend. I thought I could easily fool the old duffer, so I made up a story about how long we had been together, that her hair was blond; her name was Vicky, all the usual stuff when he asked me.

"Is her pussy blonde?"

I was surprised and because I did not answer immediately Jack laughed at me.

"You don't know do you? You haven't fucked her yet, have you?"

With that he took his glasses off and set them on the back sill and in the same movement, brought his arm around me, and pressed my left arm tight against my body. My right arm was trapped between our bodies and taking my face in his free, right hand he squeezed my cheeks as he brought his thick lips to mine and planted a sloppy wet kiss on them. I tried to break away from his lips but he was too strong and powerful for me. To my utter horror I felt his tongue probing for a weak spot to force an entry in to my mouth. Being caught unaware as I was, trapped by this much bigger and stronger man, I had to open my mouth to catch my breath and his warm wet tongue was in my mouth French kissing me.

How did I feel? I wish I could say that I just pushed him off, got out of the car and ran back to the safety of the office. Alas no. While I was repulsed, at first, his long, thick, experienced tongue was expertly exploring every corner of my mouth, tongue, teeth and gums and while instinct told me this is wrong, my own cock rose up and said allo, allo. The longer the kiss went on, the more I found myself surrendering to my own pleasure and it was pleasurable. The old duffer, moved his hand from my face and travelled gently up and down the side of my chest and then on to my hips and back up across my tummy.

I wanted him to touch me. My cock was screaming at the top of its voice begging to be touched. When his hand caressed my cock through my trousers I though my cock would explode. This is wrong my brain yelled. Fuck off yelled my cock. This is wonderful. It was wonderful. When Jack unzipped my pants, undid the button and unbuckled my belt I offered no resistance. Still he held his mouth to mine. Still his tongue danced in my mouth and seemed to be tickling my tonsils.

I allowed him to slip my trousers and underpants down by lifting myself up off the seat and wriggling a little. His big hand touched my balls and I yelped into his mouth. I could only breathe through my nose. Still he leaned against me with more force as his magic fingers, tapped the shaft, of my near exploding cock, like a flutist playing a merry tune. I felt his hand encompass my shaft and using his thumb on the sensitive underside and his forefinger on the back, he pulled my foreskin all the way down, in one quick movement, revealing my knob to the world, for the first time ever, and I exploded immediately. He must have sensed my upward thrust, for in that instant he broke off his kiss and before my howls of orgasmic delight passed over my lips, the first jet of my cum, hit my face. 

I yelped with each spasm until I had shot everything I had and all the while his thumb traced insistent circles, round and round the underside of my crown, helping intensify the heavenly experience of my pulsating cock. I didn't know what to think. This was not the moment for reflection. This was the best orgasm I had ever had. His hand, his big, thick, fingers, oh my God his thumb. What they had made me feel. I was exhausted, exhilarated, bewildered, ecstatic, confused, disgusted at myself, delighted with my cock. Fuck! I wanted more.

Without saying a word, Jack brought his hand to my face and wiped my cum off with his fingers. He brought his fingers to my mouth and God forgive me, I opened up and sucked my cum off of his fingers. My cock was getting hard again. I wanted him to touch me there again but did not want to ask him, did not want to admit this weakness. Jack was reading my mind and pressed his lips to mine again and his tongue probed me. I let it in. I knew he wanted to taste my cum. I wanted him to taste it. I wanted him to share it with me. How did I know this? I don't know. It was wrong but it was so right.

He touched my cock again. I yelped. His fingers first caressed, and then rolled my balls. His thumb slid up my wet shaft and pushed my foreskin back up over my cock head. It felt even better. He squeezed my cock with his hand, two or three times, quickly, in succession. I wanted to release a moan, that started in the pit of my tummy but his mouth and tongue would not allow it. It started again. I could feel it in my balls as he tickled them. I pushed against his hand as it embraced my cock. His thumb slid up and down against my cock head. My foreskin slipped down on the command of his thumb. I thrust upwards again. 

The kissing stopped. I gasped for breath. My orgasm erupted. This time I yelled and moaned freely. This time he squeezed the life out of my cock. This time I threw my head back and gave his hand my cock to hold, to tease, to squeeze, to pleasure. He milked the last drop out of me. This was the best orgasm ever too. I was lost to his touch. I was lost to my rampant desire, to the feel of this man's tender caress. He pulled me to him. I yielded myself to him. I looked in to his eyes. His eyes were sparkling. He knew I wanted his kiss. He leaned towards me and licked my lips with his sticky, thick, long tongue. He licked my lips again.

Who was this dirty fucker? What was he doing to me? Why did I love this? Why was his tongue making me hard again? What was happening?

He took my left hand and placed it below his belt. He dragged my hand up and down over his cock.

"Touch me sweetie", he said. "Touch daddy's big cock".

Oh fuck, yes, I touched it through his trousers as he held my balls in his huge hand. His hand guided me up and down his cock at the pace he wanted. The more my hand slid up and down his shaft the harder my own cock became. He felt so hard, so long, so thick compared to mine. 

"Unzip me sweetie, you know you want to".

Fuck, I unzipped him. I put my soft hand inside his trousers and the heat from his big dick struck me like a bolt of lightening. I had never even thought that a man's cock would be hot. I traced the length of him as he had done to me and I loved it. I mean I fucking loved it. We were kissing and touching and it felt wonderful and dirty and I didn't want it to stop.

The wily old fucker, took his right hand from me and quickly undid his belt, undid the clasp, took my hand in his and forced it down inside his underpants. Holding my hand in his he brought it down, down, down, until we found his big balls. My fingers knew to tickle there as he had tickled me. His lips pulled off mine and his tongue licked my lips again. He brought my hand, my soft hand, to his shaft and I gripped it as he had done to me. I moaned as I felt it throb in my hand. God, it was so thick and warm.

"Use your thumb, sweetie", he breathed on me.

As my thumb ventured up his long shaft my own longing increased. My thumb reached the ridge of his giant purple knob. Sticky precum slid down to meet it. The slit made the downward slide easy. My thumb rode up the slit. The journey was deliberately slow. I did not want it to end. Finally my thumb mounted the crest of his big fat crown. He did the same thing to me again. I yelled the bastard's name. I came again on his thumb as I held his impressive, sticky, fat, man-sized, dick in my hand and as I spurted what little was left in my aching balls, Jack licked my lips again and again, and I wanted his sticky wet tongue all over my body.

Only five minutes had passed but in real sex time it was an eternity of first time pleasure for me. I had enjoyed, wanted, then longed for this disgusting, dirty, old fucker, to touch my cock and now I held his throbbing manhood in my little left hand. My God, I thought, feeling this old fucker's cock had made me come. 

Jack put his left hand on the back of my head and pulled me downwards, towards his middle. With his right hand he dragged his trousers and undies towards his knees. I watched in disbelief as his cock was totally released from the restrictions imposed by his clothes. God he was big; bigger than the length of my hand. Sticky, wet precum flowed freely from the pee hole. I couldn't help myself. I stuck my little pinkie finger in to that wet hole. Old Jack sighed. He had a surprised look in his eyes.

Now I am nobody's fool. His hand was pushing gently on the back of my head, but there was no way I was doing that. I wanted to. I'd be a liar to say I didn't want to know what it would feel like, what it would taste like, but not today. I wasn't ready. In stead I reached upwards and I kissed his disgusting, beautiful, fat lips. I sucked his lower lip in to my mouth and as I did so I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and slowly, almost imperceptibly, slid it up and down the cock head that sat proudly on Jack's shaft. I slurped his lower lip in to my mouth and squeezed his big, purple, bell end as gently as I could.

He moaned audibly and his breath went up my nostrils. It was warm and dry and eager and filled with desire. His hand left my head and went to my slim waist. I squeezed his shaft and slid my thumb back and forth across his knob. He moaned deeply again and my nostrils filled up with his exhaled desire. I drew my tongue across his lips as he had done to me and he sighed deeply.

His hand left my waist and sought my hip. In a moment of understanding, I leaned towards him allowing his hand to cup my buttock. I sat on his hand and we both sighed simultaneously as he squeezed my bum. I tightened my grip on his cock and pulled down hard several times. 

"Again, again", he gasped, holding my bum tightly and then releasing it.

I couldn't believe it. My cock was rising. I wanted to touch myself because he was feeling my bum. I reached for and traced my fingers through the thick forest of his dark brown pubic hair. I moaned. His pubic hair was just the best. Soft, thick, the way I wanted mine to be. His hot cock was the one I should have. I let my hand love it like it was my own. I am the best at this I thought. This is my cock, I thought. I know how to do this, I thought.

Then it happened. I wanked Jack's big, thick, fat, cock, like it was my very own. I pulled my lips from his and dropped downwards. I voluntarily brought my young boy's face to his pulsating, leaking, purple, cockhead. I gripped his shaft tightly. I brought my lips level with his knob. I did it. Like a fucking dick lover, I did it. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it across the underside of his bell end. 

Jack thrust forward and his cock struck itself against my lips. I could smell it. I could taste it. A thread of precum joined my lips to his slit. I licked the underside again with a long slow sideways movement of my tongue. It was in slow motion. Using just my finger and thumb like a spanner I slid them up down his shaft with a feather light touch but ever so rapidly. He thrust out and upwards.

I licked right the whole way up the slit of his cock, glided the underside of my tongue over the crown several times, increased the pressure of my finger and thumb up and down his thickening shaft and as I did so he groaned, then moaned, then whimpered, then roared and before I could get out of the way, the thickest, creamiest, longest rope of cum, shot upwards hitting my tongue, my nose, my eye, my forehead. This was followed by several more, in quick succession, as Jack roared and squirted and spasm-ed and thrust and squirted and thrust and leaked and cried out and then went quiet. 

For a few seconds the silence in the car was broken only by the pitter-patter of the falling rain. I looked down at Jack's softening cock and it seemed to me to be a beautiful thing. My hand was covered in his creamy white cum and yet more was dribbling out his pee hole. This was the first time I had ever held another man's cock in my hand and in spite of my reservations and up bringing, I loved it. How could something that feels this good be considered so wrong by so many people? I just didn't understand. 

Looking at Jack's purple knob, I felt an aching in my own cock that just would not go away. Jack was recovering from his noisy, sticky, orgasm and he took my hand to his mouth. He licked the cum off of the back of my hand and then began to take my fingers in to his mouth. My God his tongue really was thick and sticky wet and I thoroughly enjoyed having him suck my fingers.

Taking both my hands in his he moved us round in the seat until we were facing each other. He placed my left hand on his now soft cock and some how I knew he wanted me to squeeze the last drops of cum from him. I did so with relish and brought my hand up to his mouth again.

"No", he whispered. "Your mouth".

I made a point of letting him see me savour his cum and he took my hand in his again and twisted both my arms behind my back. Once again, I was helpless, but my cock had no such fears, standing erect, begging for attention, although it felt just a little sore also. Taking both my arms in his left hand, Jack leaned forward to kiss me again. Like a slutty woman, I surrendered my mouth eagerly to his, with wanton abandon. His tongue conveyed lots of his salty cum straight in to my mouth and as we kissed again, he caressed my aching little knob.

He knew from my upward thrusting that I was loving this attention. Using his tongue with experienced ease, he moved his cum from my mouth to his and back again. I was in cum heaven. I was loving every second of this exchange, the taste and texture of his man seed. I pictured what we were doing in my mind and it was just like one of my perverted little fantasies, only I was really doing it. I was so turned on and I felt so sexy. 

Jack deposited his cum in my mouth and broke off the kiss. He took his hand from my dick and started to run his fingers and thumb up and down my throat.

"Swallow it, sweetie," he said to me. "Swallow all Jack's cum. You know you want to, don't you. Let me hear you gargle my cream and swallow".

I did it. I fucking did it. I leaned my head backward for him and letting his cream run to the back of my throat, I gargled loudly for this dirty old fucker. Not for a second or two. Oh no. Not this cock lover. No, I gargled and gargled. Twice I almost choked and little bubbles of sticky cum appeared on my lips. All the while Jack's big, thick, hand caressed my throat lovingly. Then, as he licked my lips again, with his delicious, fat, sticky tongue, I swallowed this big man's cum.

Jack still held my arms behind my back. He was looking at me now smiling. He touched my hard cock again.

"My, oh my," he said. "You really love this don't you? Do you want to come again sweetie. Does this little boy dick want Jack to put his big hand on him."

"Oh please Jack," I begged him. "Please".

"Please what?" said Jack, feigning innocence and ignorance at the same time. "What do you want sweetie? This?"

He ran his forefinger up and down my shaft, lightly. This brought a moan from me.

"Don't tease me Jack, please." I begged again, with desperation in my voice.

"Well, I will consider it, on one condition, and one condition only", came his reply.

I did not think before I answered, such was my need in that moment. 

"Anything", I said in desperation. In my mind I could hear my cock saying the same thing, yes, anything.


Old Jack Ch. 02



My Working Day:

I didn't get to work until after 9.30 and when I entered the office my boss called me over to inform me that I would be going out with Jack for the best part of the day to visit claimants who could not make it in for interviews on account of their physical difficulties. Part of me was delighted and part of me was quite apprehensive. However, I had no time to think as Jack called out my name and told me to get a move on.

As I was walking past the desk where Alice worked she called me over and sneered.

"So, that's it. You kiss up to the big boss to get a day out. Well, I know all about Jack and his little pets. I knew there was something going on between you two. I'll be watching you, sweetie."

"You know nothing", I said, taken aback by the fact that she had called me sweetie.

Jack handed me a heavy briefcase and said crossly that I was late. I didn't know what to say to him or how to speak. The truth be told, I was more apprehensive than ever. We walked to his car at quite a fast pace without talking. I was surprised at this given what had passed between us yesterday. Maybe he is annoyed at himself for doing to me what he did. Any doubts about that were quickly dispersed when we reached his car. 

"The front seat today, sweetie. We have so much to do and you have made us late. Sleeping in, indeed," said Jack.

Obediently I got in to the front seat and when old Jack got in beside me I couldn't help but get a tingling feeling in my cock and I had to fight hard not to think of what we had done yesterday in the back seat of this very car. Jack turned on the engine and as he put the gear lever into first he rested his big hand on my leg, just above the knee, and gave it a tender squeeze.

"Well then", he said. "How is my little back seat boy today? You look so tired. Did you have trouble sleeping last night? I bet you did. I bet you were thinking about what we did all night long. Tell me sweetie. How often did you touch yourself in bed last night thinking about Jack's big cock?"

My face went bright red and Jack just laughed at me. How did he know what I had done last night? How did he know I couldn't sleep? How did he know I was thinking about his big dong all night? I was so embarrassed. Worse still was the fact that, try as I may, I could not stop my cock from tenting in the front of my trousers. Jack noticed this and ran his hand up the inside of my leg and squeezed it. I couldn't stop the moan of pleasure that escaped my mouth. We hadn't even left the car park.

We did visit two different flats in the east side of the city and that took about an hour and a half. He took every opportunity to touch me when we were driving and made me tell him again and again all about my thoughts in bed last night. I confessed everything to him; every dirty little detail and every doubt. I stroked his ego and he stroked my leg. Then he told me would be having a fun afternoon but that he had a surprise for me. 

We then drove down a leafy avenue and pulled in to the drive way of a detached house. I automatically followed Jack to the front door carrying his brief case. Much to my surprise he put a key in the door and opened it. He told me to come on. I followed him straight in to the kitchen. Jack opened the fridge and set two plates on the table. They were covered with aluminium foil wrap. He set two wine glasses on the table and opened a bottle of chardonnay.

"Eat up and drink up. We have along day in front of us."

I was hungry and greedily ate up the chicken salad. The wine was delicious and Jack opened a second bottle. Half way down the third glass I was feeling quite tipsy. Jack said he would be back in a moment and went upstairs. I was quite surprised to hear a bath being filled. A few moments later he had returned and picking up the bottle of wine and his glass he told me to follow him. I did so.

We went in to a big bedroom at the rear of the house which had an en suite bathroom. I could hear water pouring into the bath. 

"Right", said Jack. "Get those clothes off you and jump in the bath, there's a good boy. I want you nice and clean. Come on then, don't be all day now."

I found myself following his commands and with the wine it seemed to be perfectly natural for me to be taking off my clothes, in front of this much older man, who only the day before had seduced me in the back of his car, during a rain storm. I could feel his eyes gobbling me up as I removed all my clothes. My cock was sticking out in front of me. It had a mind of its own today. I felt so dirty. Jack's big hand felt my bum as I passed him. I loved that too.

The bath was full of bubbles which smelled lovely and I had just about sat down in it when Jack came in wearing a dressing gown.

"You don't mind if I join you sweetie," he said, removing the gown and dropping it to the floor. He stood before me, naked, allowing me, wanting me, to revel in his manliness, his great size, from his strong hairy legs to his barrel chest. I knew he wanted me to look at his big dick and I did. How could I not look at it? His dick truly was magnificent and he knew it. He was showing it off to me. He was so proud of it and he knew I was in love with it. I had told him as much in the car between the visits to those flats. So much for all my doubts now! 

He was quite portly and covered in hair. He lifted a bottle of baby oil off the shelf and poured about a third of its contents into the water. Then, he climbed in to the bath, behind me and the level of the water rose up to the top of the bath.

"Lie back on me" he said, so I did. God it felt so good when he wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck. He took a face cloth and washed my chest and my arms and I enjoyed the sensuality of his touch. He reached down and played with my cock. I came almost immediately I was so turned on by the situation. He made me kneel up and I nearly came again as he washed my bum and between my legs. The bathroom was full of steam and it was just we two in our own intimate little world. All the time my cock was throbbing, aching for his touch, longing for his thumb.

On his command I turned round and washed his barrel chest and under his arms. I soaped up the face cloth and washed him between his legs and when he knelt up in the bath opposite me I washed his big bum for him. He jumped a bit when I used my fingers and the cloth to wash the crack between his cheeks. I only did this because he had done it to me and it had felt fantastic. 

"Kiss my bum", he said, "and show me how much you want me."

I did it. I kissed his big fat round bum. I thought it was silly to do this. I did not realize that it was an act of submission to him; proof that he was my lord and master. In my innocence I did not realise that I was just his latest plaything, one in a long line of young men. I had a lot to learn about Jack and how much he enjoyed young men. At that moment it would not have mattered to me as I washed him in the bath. It was so perverse it was magic.

On his say so, we got out of the bath and dried each other off. He took my hand and led me in to his bedroom. Beside the bed there was a very plush white rug. Jack reached his hand up under the pillow and produced a suspender belt and a pair of nylons. 

"Here's your surprise", he said, turning me away from him and putting the suspender belt around my waist. "You will wear it for me won't you? I want to see you in women's underwear because you are so soft and hairless. It will make my dick hard and you want to make it hard for me don't you sweetie?"

"Yes, I do." I replied. Inwardly I was so excited. In all my fantasies stockings and a suspender belt loomed large. At last I was getting the chance to dress up for a real man. My cock was rock hard and standing to attention. He attached the belt to me and the tags fell down over the top of my thighs. I turned around to face him and lifted one foot and then the other to let him slip the stockings up my legs. As he attached them to the straps he kept knocking his wrist against my cock and I had to put my hands on his shoulders to balance myself.

"Walk to the door and back and let me see you wiggle that little tush of yours. Walk on your toes."

On the way back I noticed that Jack was touching himself. I was turning him on. Dressed in stockings and a suspender belt I was provoking my seducer in to touching himself. I felt so sexy. I felt so dirty. If only he knew how often I had put on my sister's underwear.

"Look what you are doing to my dick dressed in stockings, you dirty little boy", he said. "Look at it. It is all swollen and hard. You are a very naughty boy. I bet you feel like a sexy girl dressed like that, don't you? Well then, answer me." 

"Yes", I said. I thought my dick was going to explode. I thought he was angry but I could not take my eyes off his big fat dick. The big purple mushroom head seemed massive to me and a little rivulet of sticky clear precum was beginning to ooze out of his wide open pee hole. I could not take my eyes of it. I loved the fact that the sight of me in stockings and a suspender belt was arousing him so much and how sexy and aroused it made me feel also.

"Keep walking up and down and really wiggle your lovely bum for me. I think lady's underwear really suits you. I bet you love wearing a suspender belt, don't you? Tell me the truth now. You love it don't you? You love being dressed like that, don't you? I bet you wish you were a little girl now."

I just smiled and wiggled my bum for him. Of course I loved being dressed this way.

I had walked to the door and back twice more and Jack caught me glancing at myself in the mirror as I passed it. He reached out his hand to me and told me to come over to him. From nowhere, he produced a comb and a red ribbon. My hair was fashionably long so he had no difficulty combing it round to one side and tying it there with the ribbon. Standing between his open legs as he fixed my hair to his liking I could feel the heat from him and I allowed the back of my hand to accidentally touch his dick several times.

"There now", he said. "I like your hair like that. You are so very pretty, so very girly".

He stood up behind me and I could feel him press against me. On his command I moved in front of the long mirror and he placed his hands on my waist. Holding me there, half-standing, half -leaning against him, he rubbed his hard on against my bum. It felt huge, hot, sexy and delicious. I watched as he brought his lips to my neck and gently kissed me. I felt him move back and then his dick was seeking its way under my bum and between my legs. It was nearly too much for me. If he had touched me I would have cum. His breath was hot on my neck and I could not help but whimper.

"You like old Jack's big dick between your legs, don't you?" he said.

"Ah fuck!" I replied. "I love it, Jack" I squeezed him with the tops of my thighs.

"You like dressing up like a sexy girl for me, don't you?

"Oh my God! Yes, yes. I want you to touch me Jack, now."

Instead, he reached his hand over to the top drawer of the dressing table and opened it. He rumbled inside it for a moment and while he did this I could not take my eyes off of his purple cock head that was peeping out between my legs, above my stocking tops and underneath my balls. I was dying to reach down and touch it. I wished it were mine it was so big.

Jack had found what he wanted and pulled away from me. He had a garment in his hand and knelt down behind me. 

"Lift your leg right leg up, now your left leg. That's the good boy."

He was dressing me in a pair of black, almost see through, panties. I felt so good as he drew the sexy little panties up my legs, past my knees, and I delighted in the fact that he had to touch me to adjust them to his liking. It was all I could do not to come. Then he picked up a little bottle from the dressing table and sprayed something on my neck and chest. It was women's perfume and the smell was intoxicating.

He picked something else off the dressing table and pulled me back to the bed. He told me to hold my head back and pout my lips. I thought he was going to kiss me but he did not. In stead, taking great care, he applied lipstick to my lips. He sat down on the bed and reached his other hand out and tickled my balls. I moaned loudly. He sat me on his knee and proceeded to take the lipstick and draw small circles around my nipples. 

I was in shock. I loved the way he had dressed me, the suspender belt, then the stockings, the little black panties, the perfume and the lipstick. I felt so turned on, so sexy, so feminine. 

"Touch me now", he said.

I turned round a little bit so my left hand could take old of his cock. It felt even better than I remembered. I ran my thumb up over the big, purple, mushroom shaped head and was rewarded with more, sticky pre cum as it passed over his pee hole. I so wanted him to touch me through those sexy little panties he had put on me but he did not. Then he said to me.

"Kneel down between my legs. It's time for you to learn to worship what you can't keep your eyes off."

I knelt down and my face was opposite that thing of beauty that stood upright with a magnificent purple dome atop of it. Oh God, I thought. I am going to suck Jack's big fat dick. I moved my face closer until my lips were sensing the heat from it. I could smell it. The aroma filled my nostrils and his magnificent cock seemed to be twitching in anticipation. I could hardly stop myself from erupting in to the little soft black panties. I brought my painted lips to a centimetre from his big purple knob and I slowly stuck my tongue out.

I flicked my tongue lightly against the sensitive underside of his purple head. Jack sighed above me. I repeated the action and Jack's cock twitched. I placed my hand around his thick shaft and marvelled at the feel of it. It seemed to be throbbing. I pulled down gently with my hand and allowed my scarlet lips to envelop the very tip of his cock head and immediately slurped it all in to my greedy mouth. Jack let out a long deep moan of pleasure.

"Your tongue, sweetie, use your tongue," he gasped.

His cock head was filling my mouth but I managed to slither my tongue back and forth along the underside of his purple head. I liked it. It tasted so nice but my saliva was running down his shaft and soaking my hand. I must be doing this wrong I thought. So I pulled his cock head from my mouth and licked my saliva off his shaft. From the sounds he was making I realised that Jack was enjoying what I was doing. I was ever so pleased with myself.

I slurped his cock head back in to my mouth and tasted something sweet and sticky. I wanted more of this stuff. Taking his cock from my mouth again I squeezed the shaft tightly and drew my hands upwards and tipped his cock down a little. Yes I thought to myself. There it is. Rivulets of clear sticky precum were oozing out of Jack's pee hole. I lapped them up with relish.

I felt Jack's hands running through my hair, petting me as if I were a dog. I felt wanted. Then one hand went to the back of my head and as I played out my little routine, Jack's hand pulled my head closer, forcing me to take more of him in to my mouth. Then both of his hands were holding my head as he took control of the pleasure my mouth was affording him. He kept encouraging me to take more. I did my best but then his cock hit the back of my throat and I began to gag and splutter.

"Relax sweetie," said Jack. "Try to breathe through your nose. You are doing so well. You just need more practice and I will make sure you get that. I can see that you are enjoying this too. Your little dickie is trying to burst out of your new panties."

He was absolutely right. I was enjoying sucking his cock and it was making me hard. I wanted release. The more he praised me the more I wanted to please him and the more I wanted to please him the greater the urge for release.

"Let's lie down together on the bed", said Jack.

We lay down together and I put my arms around his neck as he embraced me. 

"Let me taste my cock off your mouth," 

Oh his tongue was so big. He savoured the taste in my mouth and as our tongues played together his big hands cupped my bottom and in spite of his belly our cocks rubbed together. This was too much for me and I yelped as my cock squirted and filled my little see through black panties. I could not stop myself from cuming against him.

Jack knew what had happened but he did not laugh me. Rather he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down in the bed towards his still erect cock.

"Suck," he said, placing his hands on my head. "No hands this time".

I understood from the tone of his voice that this was a command. I obeyed without question because I wanted to do this for him. My mouth found his cock and slurped him in again. Using his hands he pushed my head up and down his shaft, slowly at first and then with greater urgency. I felt a little bit under pressure as his cock head kept hitting the back of my throat. Remembering his advice I breathed through my nose and relaxed as best I could.

I kept swallowing but saliva dribbled from my mouth and down his cock soaking his pubic hair. My mouth was making unfamiliar noises and Jack was grunting and moaning. He was just using my mouth for his pleasure and kept calling me dirty names. The dirtier his talk the greater his pleasure seemed to be. 

"Cock sucker. You are just a little sissy boy, cock sucker. Little back seat boy. Panty wearing cock lover. You just love my big hard cock" 

I was not in a position to answer.

"Tickle my balls, tickle my balls," he said all of a sudden.

I caressed his balls tracing my fingers back and forth ever so gently. He brought his right hand to the base of his shaft.

"Don't move, don't move." He gasped loudly.

I lay there with my mouth full of his cock. He pushed really hard in to my mouth moaning deliriously. The first eruption of thick creamy spunk hit the back of my throat as he roared like a madman. Holding my head steady with his left hand, he slid out a little and then back in again a number of times. He kept moaning with pleasure as I was inundated with his cum. It was hot, it was thick and just a little bit bitter. I just kept swallowing. 

His cock was in his hand and I lay there open mouthed, subject to his will. Then the dirty old bastard took his cock in his hand and rubbed it on my cheek and squeezed the last droplets of his cum across my lipstick smeared lips. Little threads of cum joined my now glossy lips to his purple cock head. All I could taste and smell was his cock. God I loved it.

"Come up beside me now sweetie and turn your back to me," said Jack.

I did as I was told. He put his big arm around me and he pulled me close to him.

"Who came in their little panties then?" he teased me.

"I couldn't help it," I said in my defence. "It was just the way you were holding me and then our cocks..."

"Yes, my little, sissy, cock sucker. You came on Jack's big dick because you can't resist it. Isn't that right?

"Yes." I said. 

"You love Jack's big dick don't you?"

He was touching me as we spoke and I felt my cock getting hard. Everything he was saying to me was true. There was no point denying it now.

"Yes" I said.

"You are my little cock sucker now aren't you?" You won't need these now," he said and he slipped my panties down to my knees. Now, let old Jack rest for a little while and then we'll have some more fun."

Saying this he held my throbbing cock in his big hand and kissed my neck. 

I felt so safe and protected as we lay there in a lover's embrace. The hair on his strong thighs and his chest and tummy were so ticklish. I could feel his warm cock nestling against me. My cock was still hard and I wanted him to play with it but he was falling asleep.




Old Jack Ch. 02



I began to think about all the dirty names he had called me when I was sucking him. Instead of this annoying me I was surprised to find that it was turning me on. I hoped he would do it again. I even liked the fact that he had teased me about cuming in my little black panties. He was right too. I do cum too quickly. I really was his little sissy cock sucker and you know what I was glad. I could still taste him and I even licked my own lips. I hope he wakes up soon and teases me. I wanted him to talk dirty to me.



Old Jack Ch. 03



I must have dozed off for a while but awoke to the sound of running water. The little, see through, black panties were sticking to my knees. I realized that Jack was in the bathroom and sure enough, he emerged a few seconds later smiling in my direction and carrying a smallish jar of some kind, in his left hand. He set the jar on the bedside table. It had a blue label and the name Johnsons. 

He opened a drawer in the bedside table and produced a Polaroid Instamatic camera.

"Why don't you take a photograph or two of me naked? That way, you will have some pictures of my dick to look at, when you are alone in your bed, playing with your little dinky. We both know you like to look at it don't we? If we don't see each other for a while you can just whip out the photos and wank away until you shoot your spunk all over yourself. Would you like that sweetie?"

I thought this was a very good idea and told Jack so. I pulled up my panties, got out of bed and he gave me the camera and showed me how to use it. Jack touched himself and his cock sprang to life and pointed outwards in a semi-erect state. I took the photo of it, making sure I got his strong manly thighs in the shot. Thirty seconds later the picture revealed itself, magically, and I was pleased with the outcome. I took two more before Jack asked for the camera back. He set the photos of himself on the bedside table.

"I want a picture of you too," he said.

Before I could say a word he snapped me standing there in panties, stockings and suspender belt. 

"Let's have a look at you," he said as we watched the photograph develop. "You are just lovely. Look for yourself if you don't believe me."

"I don't like it," I said.

"Right then," he said. "Let's fix you up and do your lipstick and hair again."

He spent a moment or two adjusting my appearance. I did like being pampered. I enjoyed the time he took to comb my hair to the side again and tie the bow just so. I pouted my lips for him to redden them and he even used the lipstick to redden my cheeks a little also. Then I was ready.

"That's much better," said Jack looking at me with admiration. "Now sit on the bed and cross your legs. Oh yes. You look very sexy; very sexy indeed. I could look at you all day. Now, go and stand beside the long mirror. That's it. Look at yourself. You look beautiful in your stockings and suspender belt. God, you are turning me on you little tramp. I feel twenty years younger just watching you. Come over here and let me hug you, you sexy, little, tart." 

I fell for the flattery. My head swelled with his compliments and my dick rose up also. He took me in his arms and held me against his manly frame. His hands passed down my back and came to rest on my bum.

"Oh you do have such a lovely bum sweetie. When I touch it like this I just want to eat you up. Look what you are doing to my big old dick. You are such a little cock teaser. I just don't know what I am going to do with you."

My arms were around his midriff and he seemed so strong to me. I loved the things he was saying to me and believed every word he said. When he released his hold on me and told me to get back on the bed I stood on my tiptoes, bent over from my waist and stuck my bum out at him as I pretended to fix the sheets.

My lewd behaviour had the desired effect. Jack's hands were on my waist and I felt his raging hard-on push against my bum. I wiggled my bum and he pulled me against him, sliding his cock across my firm panty clad buttocks. It felt so good and I felt so dirty. 

"You are a dirty, little, cock teasing, bitch, aren't you sweetie? Well, I am not finished with you yet. Get in to that bed before I spank your bottom". 

Of course I got straight in to bed. I did not want a spanking from those big hands. I felt that I must be looking very sexy for Jack to react to my appearance in the way he did. 

"Thirsty sweetie?" he asked as he set the camera on the bedside table again.

I was and told him so.

"Have some more wine," he said.

I expected him to hand me the glass he reached for but instead, he told me to lie still and open my mouth. I did as he told me. No glass came to my mouth. To my complete surprise he knelt over me and put his soft cock head on my bottom lip and he slowly poured the contents of the wine glass over his cock and it flowed down his thick shaft into my open mouth. I almost choked but managed to swallow quickly. He reached for the bottle and filled the glass up to the brim.

He took a little sip, smacked his lips and then put his cock into the glass. 

"Suck it all off my cock," he said.

I sucked him in to my mouth and it was wonderful.

"Again," he said.

I obeyed him. I was really loving this. The wine on his cock made it taste sweet. Drop by drop he quenched my thirst although he took a few sips from the glass himself. The wine went straight to my head and I began to feel giddy again.

"Come on," he said. "Finish the glass, and then lick all the wine off me like the good little cock sucker you are." 

I was quite tipsy now and loved the way he was treating me. He straddled me, pulled my head towards him and I was able to lick his cock from top to bottom. I could still taste wine off it. As I busied myself slurping and licking his lovely dick there was a flash. Jack had picked up the camera and taken a photograph of me with his cock in my mouth.

"I want a photo of my best boy for when we are apart," he said. "It is just for me. No one else will ever see it. It's our little secret. Now, look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of yours and suck me back in. Wait a second. Let me fix your lipstick once more."

He put a thick coat of red lipstick on my lips. I smiled up at him and the camera flashed.

"Just one more then with my cock in your mouth and you looking up at me. I want it to be special."

With that he took another one and I thought nothing of it. I trusted him completely. I had no reason not to. After all, these were just little Polaroid photos to look at on lonely nights. Jack set the camera back down on the bedside table. 

"Lick my balls now sweetie," he said. I like to have my balls licked. That's a good boy."

From my supine position his balls seemed huge and manly. The fact that they were covered in hair did not put me off, especially when Jack reached round and started to play with mine. I joined Jack in moans of delight. Without being told to, I sucked one of his balls in to my mouth and lashed it with my tongue. It just seemed right.

"Oh you sweet boy," whimpered Jack. "Keep doing that. That's it. Now, suck the other one."

I did so willingly and then drew in a sharp breath as Jack plied his middle finger back and forth along my perineum. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. My cock twitched and throbbed. The movement of his hand brought the inside of his wrist into contact with my knob. I jumped.

"Jack," I gasped. "Oh my God, Jack" 

His middle finger reached further round and traced a gentle line up and down the crack between my bum cheeks making me jump again.

"I think somebody likes a finger knocking on their tight, little back door," Jack teased. "I think my little ball licker wants me to do that again. Answer me now."

"Yes please, Jack," I begged him. "I really love what you are doing with your hand. Aaghh," I yelped.

Jack got off me, lay down in the bed beside me and wrapped me in a warm, tender embrace, making sure his hands had access to my bum. The drink had really gone to my head and in that moment I had never felt closer to any one in my life. He kept licking my lips and then sticking his tongue in to my mouth. He must have tasted his cock and the wine from my mouth. 

"I can taste my cock in your mouth," he said. "God I love that. I really love to taste my cock in your sweet mouth. Can you feel what that does to me? Can you?"

Oh I could feel what it was doing to him alright. His big dick was pushing against my tummy and his hands were everywhere down there on me.

"What else does my baby like? Come on, don't be shy, you know you can tell old Jack."

I was pretty drunk. I was feeling so close to him. I trusted him and my little cock was on fire with lust for his gentle touch.

My shyness vanished as his finger tips reacquainted themselves with that tender area between my bums, while with his other hand, he gently kneaded my left buttock. I was loving the attention his hands were bestowing on me and wanted this to go on and on. Jack really knew how to please me and his hard dick told me he was as happy as I was.

"Jack, do you promise not to laugh at me if I tell you the things I love, you know, the things we have done that really turn me on?"

"Of course, I won't laugh at you. You are my special boy. You can tell me anything you like and if I can, I will make it happen for you. I also want you to love the things I do to you, sweetie. I want you to promise to let me do the things to you that make me happy and you are not to laugh at me either." 

"Oh Jack, I won't laugh at you at all, I promise I won't. I want to make you happy too." 

With that he kissed me deeply for ages and I was short of breath when he stopped.

"I know some of the things you love already," he continued.

"You do?" I asked surprised.

"Oh yes," he replied. "You love my thumb on your knob. You love to look at my big dick. You really love to touch it. You love the taste of it. You love me to shoot all my spunk in to your sweet mouth. You love me kissing you and licking your lips. You love me feeling your bum. You love wearing stockings and panties and you love to cum in my hand. Am I right or am I right? Now, tell me, what else do you like, apart from having a real man, like me, push his hard manhood against your little dick?

So I told him my dirty thoughts and as I revealed my mind to him I felt a calmness and confidence drift over me. I told him that everything he had said was true. I confessed that I had often tried on my sister's panties and stockings and loved their softness. I told him how much better it was, to squirt my spunk in to her panties. I told him that I loved his hand on my cock and felt really turned on when he had teased me about cuming so quickly. I explained that even though I did not understand why, his dirty talk turned me on.

When I was finished he kissed me gently and reached down and pulled the cum soaked panties off me. He told me to lie on my back and relax. He lay side ways to me and rested his head on his hand and his elbow was on the pillow.

"Dirty little cock lover, that's all you are. Take my cock in your hand and try not to spill all your spunk when you touch it. That's it, you little cock sucker. You just love having my big, thick, dick pulsating in your little, soft, girly hands. You love hand jobs; go on admit it."

As he spoke he rubbed my dick with the black, see through, panties. I began to moan in pleasure. I just let myself be carried away by the dirty things he was saying to me, the feel of the damp panties on my cock and the gentle caressing his hand was applying there.

"My little, cock sucking, back seat boy, that's what you are. You are not really a man yet, are you, with those little tiny hairless balls and such a little dick? Oh, how you love to dress like a little girl! You feel sexy don't you? What are you? You are a little, panty wearing, sissy boy? I bet you wear your sister's pink panties all the time, don't you? You will never be a real man like me. That's why you are in my bed, dressed like a girl, isn't that right sissy boy? 

"Jesus, Jack. Oh Sweet Jesus, I am going to cum!"

"So soon, sweetie? That's because you love holding Jack's cock in your hand isn't it? You just love Jack's big hard cock. Go on, squeeze it and cum for me. Cum on your little black panties but mind your sissy stockings. Cock sucker. My very own sissy cock sucker." 

I looked in to his eyes, squeezed his cock and as he leaned over me and licked my lips with his thick sticky tongue, I cried out and shot my load. Jack immediately brought the panties to my mouth and told me to suck all my spunk off them. I just did what he told me to do. He then set the panties on the pillow beside me saying I would soon be needing them again. I was drained but happy. I looked up in to his eyes and thanked him for the best wank I had ever had. 

I wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a while but Jack had other plans. He put his hands on my hips and flipped me over in one movement. He was so strong and manly. I was a weakling in comparison to him. His action left me dizzy. Nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. Taking my legs just below the knees he pushed me forward until I was in a kneeling position with my head and hands still resting on the pillow.

Before I had time to react, I felt his hands on my buttocks pulling them apart to reveal the crack between them to his hungry eyes. I was about to ask him what he was up to when I felt the stubble on his cheeks tickle my soft white skin and then, to my great surprise, I felt what could only be his tongue run all the way up the crack of my ass. I squealed in pleasure and surprise. When he ran his tongue back down again, I really squealed like a bitch in heat, but this time with pleasure only. I almost jumped out of my skin it felt so good. 

"Fucking hell Jack!" I exclaimed.

His big, thick, slippery wet tongue licked me in to a frenzy of orgasmic proportions and left me whimpering and howling in delight. My cock was about to explode.

"Jack, oh my God, Jack. You are licking my bum. You are licking my bum," I manage to say between yelps of delight.

"They never taught you about this in University, did they now?" he said laughing.

"It's too much. I can't take the pleasure Jack. Oh God stop, stop or I will cum"

I never knew that men did this to each other. How could I? It was just so dirty and yet so fucking fantastic. In my wildest fantasies about being with a man such an activity was not even imagined. I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex. I know nothing. I was lost to this unheard of pleasure. My cock was screaming for release. 

"Alright, I'll stop..." said Jack. "NOT."

In a flash he went straight back in there where he had been and as he lapped away I yelped louder still. His tongue sliding up and down around the entrance to my bum hole was sheer ecstasy. I was making so much noise at his pleasuring of me that he shushed me several times. Finally he told me to open my mouth wide and he promptly stuffed it with the spunky panties. It was my spunk and I loved the taste of that. I really did not want him to stop now. 

Jack, the wily old fox, had slipped his hand around me and just as I felt his tongue begin to insinuate itself inside me, in a forceful yet soft manner, his hand wrapped itself around my cock and tugged gently just the one time. That sent me over the edge. I came forcefully all over myself. 

Still he did not relinquish his assault on my bum hole. His tongue was relentless and I could sense my little tight hole allowing itself to open to accept this invader. I could not control my body's reaction and I sure didn't blame my bum. Finally there was a pause in the licking. I was about to fall face down on the pillow when Jack spoke.

"Stay on your knees, stay on your knees," he insisted. "There is something I want to do to you. A good boy always keeps his promises."

I felt him lean away from me. He had reached for the jar, flicked off the lid and in one movement dipped his finger in and returned it to the valley between my cheeks. It seemed to glide back and forth with great ease, only stopping occasionally, to draw gentle little circles around my back door. Jack reached for the jar again and this time his finger went straight for my entrance where it forced itself in and then out again. My body gave an involuntary jolt. I inched up on the bed and turned my head round. Jack saw the look of shock in my eyes. 

He let me fall down on the bed, moved round beside me and pulled me around to face him sideways on. I took the sopping panties from my mouth. Gently he took me in his arms. His hands caressed my bum, his lips met mine and I surrendered myself to his thick lips and tongue. He kept taking his tongue out of my mouth to lick my lips and as he did so he squeezed my bum and our naked cocks rubbed together. I was loving all the affection Jack was lavishing on me. Despite my tiredness I felt myself burning with desire for this big man. I wanted to cum again.

I felt his hand slide down between my bums and a finger insinuate itself gently into me again.

"Let me do this sweetie," he said, "You are going to love it. I am going to finger fuck you and you are going to love it. I just have to finger your sweet little bum. Trust me. You will thank me later."

He was right. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the moment but I began to feel at ease and allowed myself to relax and let him finger my bum. This was so dirty. He was fingering me in that forbidden place and it was exciting me. I really loved what he was doing to me.

"I am fingering you," said Jack. I do so enjoy introducing young men to the secret pleasure of getting their tight little bum holes fingered. Now you know that you don't have to be a woman to be fingered. Of course, you have never fingered your little Vicky, have you?" 

"No Jack," I replied. "You really are a dirty bastard but ..."

"But what, sweetie, do you want me to stop?"

"No," I whimpered. "Please don't stop"

So you like it, then?" said Jack. You like me fingering your bum. You like my sticky finger sliding in and out of you as if it were fucking you? Are you imagining that it is my great big cock that is slipping in and out of your bum? I bet you can't wait until it is"

"Oh fuck yes, it's divine." I managed to get out.

His thick finger was going in and out of me making ever widening circles. I felt a second finger probing, and sure enough, after some initial resistance, my little bum welcomed it and quickly adjusted. I felt quite full. My Jack was kissing my neck and finger fucking my bum hole, twisting and turning his fingers inside me, in the gentlest way.

After a few more moments, Jack removed his fingers and I could feel my hole withdraw suddenly, back up in to my body. He told me to lie with my back to him for a moment. This I did. I could feel the tip if his purple cock head pushing in between my bum cheeks. It came to a standstill between my slippery upper thighs. It seemed to belong there and I assumed that dear old Jack was going to pleasure himself in the softness there.

Then I felt him take his cock in his right hand and begin to slide it up and down the crack of my ass, pausing deliberately, for a fleeting second, where he had previously had his fingers. Each time he passed my entrance he would pause and push upwards with greater insistence. My breathing gave away my nervousness. My heart was beating ever so loudly in my chest and yet, each time I felt the upwards tilt of his crown I felt more and more excited. God, it was so lovely and warm.

Jack pulled away from me momentarily. Then he returned. The jar was in his hand. He pulled my arm behind me and taking my hand he dipped it in to the Johnson's jar. I knew instantly what he wanted me to do. No words of instruction were spoken by him. I understood what he wanted and deep down inside I wanted the same thing. The moment of truth was upon me. 

I scooped up a dollop of the Vaseline and allowed Jack to place my hand on to his cock. I made a fist and slid my hand up and down him, from his spongy, mushroom shaped, helmet, to the hard, hairy, base. I gave it a generous coating and then squeezed it tightly in my fist. I have never held anything so alive in my hand before. He was rock hard and his great dick seemed to be vibrating. His desire to have me was evident. This was why he had brought me in to his bed.




Old Jack Ch. 03



"Trust me," said Jack. "You must trust me." 

His cock returned to my bum and Jack's hand controlled its movement. The tip of his cock arrived at the doorway to its destination and I felt it sticky and hot and throbbing. Up to that moment, I had never given any thought to the heat that would emanate from a man's swollen cock. I could feel Jack's heart thumping in his chest as he leaned in to me and its beating matched that of my own heart. With measured tenderness he applied upward pressure and my instinctual reaction was to rise up with him to thwart any intrusion. 

Jack put his arm around me and held me by left hand side just above my waist. He rose against me again and held me in place. I could feel the pressure against my narrow entrance and my anxiety increased accordingly. I felt small and vulnerable. I wanted this to happen but Jack seemed so big and powerful. My own cock was now a shadow of it's former self.

"Trust me sweetie," Jack repeated and he lifted my right leg and pulled it back over his muscular right thigh. "When you feel me applying pressure against you, don't pull away from me, just push back as if you were sitting on the loo. It will hurt a little at first; it always does. Now, be a good, little boy and push your lovely soft bum against me and lean forward. That's it."

I leaned forward for him and my bum pressed back against his eager cock. 

"Stay calm and breathe in and out. Don't be afraid. Jack will look after you."

When he applied pressure upwards against me I pushed out as he had told me to and I felt my little hole straining itself open to let him in. It was so sore. It won't fit I thought but he kept applying upward pressure. He did not try to force himself in. There was just a constant but determined pressure being applied. I did as he had told me and tried to relax while still pushing back. Then it happened. He drew back just a touch, my opening seemed to shrivel and close and suddenly he pushed again and in an instant, my body yielded and Jack's purple knob had breached me, passing my natural barriers.

I felt as if I was on fire and my body went rigid. I was so sore. This is madness I thought. Jack remained motionless but I could hear him taking slow, deep, breaths. Eventually and much to my surprise, I felt my bum hole clench and release him, again and again. No sooner had this started, than I felt Jack push his cock upward. Remembering his advice I pushed outwards but it hurt even more.

I could not help but moan. 

"Just relax sweetie, that's it. 

Each time my body relaxed Jack went in a little deeper. Not once did he force himself. He just seemed to slide. I felt the need to pee, which I could not understand. Then he did apply real upward motion while at the same time holding me in place and I could really feel him go deeper inside me. 

Again he stopped. Again I heard him breathe deeply and we both lay motionless. Eventually my insides calmed down and he slid further in to me and stopped. That must be it I thought. I was feeling well separated and stretched. Calmness seemed to descend over me. Then he pushed with more force. I yelled out in pain as he lodged his entire length up inside me and took possession of my body. He was all the way inside me.

I lay there and I thought that I really was just an extension of his cock. I tried my best to relax and breathe but my whole body seemed to tense up and want to reject this foreign body. I could feel Jack's laboured breath. We lay there stuck together. The heat we generated was incredible. Then almost nonchalantly, Jack twisted his body just a little, first one way then the other. The burning sensation I had felt inside began to ease considerably.

I felt his hands on my hips and he moved my body up an inch and back down again. That felt nice. He did the same thing again. I felt so full and again felt the need to pee and more. The burning sensation was now gone but I became very conscious of how stretched my opening had become to accommodate the thickness of the bottom of his shaft.

With the deftness of a consummate dancer Jack began to withdraw a little then return to where he had been in a rolling motion. Once he was fully back inside me, he would twist me slightly to the left and then to the right. He did this for a moment or two and it worked, for I began to feel less uncomfortable with his invasion. He seemed so big inside me and yet something began to happen within the confines of my back passage. I became conscious of a feeling, never before experienced, not intense, more like a yearning that demanded attention.

Gradually, Jack's movements became longer. He pulled himself down as if to withdraw from me and with his hands he pushed me upwards in one combined movement. Then he reversed his action pushing upwards with his hips, penetrating me again and pulling me downwards on to his cock at the same time. Once more that little yearning somewhere inside me was awakened by the movement of his cock and it called out to me to pay it some attention.

A more forceful upward thrust from Jacks hips drove his cock hard inside me and a long, involuntary, moan escaped my lips. Jack pulled me all the way over on top of him and this action brought a wailing from somewhere inside me that was a mixture of pleasure and pain. His fingers dug in to my hips and holding me tightly, he slid my body up and down his rigid cock. I couldn't help myself. It was the strangest and yet most sexually intense feeling I had ever experienced. 

I felt so full and totally in his power. My cock was not hard but it was dripping liquid like there was no tomorrow. Even my balls appeared to have shrunken. I knew he was using me to pleasure his cock and I didn't want it to stop. He slid my body up and down his cock for his own pleasure at his own pace. He was fucking me like a wanton harlot, a common street whore. I was merely the vessel for his satisfaction, an empty moist slot for his cock. I may have been on top of him but my back was on his chest and he controlled all movement, both his own and mine.

Jack began to moan with pleasure and again I felt the fullness of him trigger sensations of pleasure that became increasingly demanding in their need for fulfilment. Then his cock hit something deep inside me and I let out a scream. This drove Jack onwards and with each subsequent, upward, thrust of his cock I had what I can only describe as a mini orgasm inside me which caused me to yell out. 

Still inside me, he rolled me over on to my side, steadied himself for a second, and then in one quick movement I was under him, facedown on the pillow. I turned my head sideways as Jack pulled the pillow out from under me and dragged me up on to my knees. The black see through panties were under my nose and I could smell myself off them. 

There was no let up now as Jack gave full reign to his unbridled lust. He was making grunting noises and breathing hard as his former gentle lovemaking was replaced by a forceful pounding of my rear. I was sure his cock was going to go right through me as he gave me a right royal fucking. He just kept on going, not once did he pause to offer my poor ass any respite. Pain had replaced pleasure deep inside me. 

A hand came around my waist and took hold of my soft cock and I heard Jack say.

"Cum for me sweetie; cum for me while I am fucking you because that's what I am doing to you. I am fucking you"

Although they should not have affected me as they did, his words aroused me, and my cock almost hardened to his touch. With the feeling of complete fullness that dominated my present state of consciousness I could no longer control my body. He was riding me for his own pleasure and even though I felt little sexual excitement in my cock the entire experience was mesmerizingly intoxicating and damn it all, I was leaking copiously from my cock. He is fucking this cum out of me I thought to myself. 

Then the impossible happened. In a thrice my cock and ass were simultaneously aroused and I came in his hand. I had an orgasm without even being hard. From nothing to intense pleasure with a semi erect cock. This pleased Jack no end and his thrusting in to me ceased. Without removing his cock from inside me I felt his right arm grab me tightly and in a sudden movement I found myself sitting backwards on his lap as he kneeled on the bed. 

Once again his hands moved to my waist and he used me like a rag doll. This was all about Jack's cock now. My body was just something he was wanking himself off into. I could have been his hand. He had pleasured me and now my bum was being used by him for his pleasure come what may. Up and down, up and down I slid on his hard cock. Twice he held me tight and yelled out for me not to move. I didn't. I couldn't. Then he pushed me forward one last time. 

"Lie still. Don't move a muscle," he said.

I swear I could feel him vibrate inside me. He lay me down sideways again with that monster of his, lodged deep inside me. He began cursing. His hands sought the straps that connected my seamed stockings to my suspender belt and he held me like that. He let out one long loud moan and drove himself all the way in. His cock seemed to swell and as he thrust upwards he yelled out and his cock jerked violently inside me. The swelling of his cock touched off that yearning inside me again and instantly, a primordial scream erupted from deep inside me as a wave of incredible pleasure encompassed my entire being. Jack had well and truly fucked me.

He lay inside me going soft and easing the pressure I had been feeling. His breathing was heavy and laboured and I was still in a daze. I did not want the pressure to ease off. When he slid out of me a moment later I did feel his absence. These pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Both of us were shaken from our cocoon. Jack sat up and answered the phone. I didn't even listen to his conversation. I was in my own little world. 

I understood now that I had willingly let this man use me like a woman and I had enjoyed it. Nothing would ever be the same again for me. I knew that I would want to get fucked again. I knew I would let this dirty old fucker stick his fat cock in my mouth and then in my bum. Jack had completed his seduction of me and turned me in to his little bum chum. I was delighted and disgusted with myself at the same time. For some reason I thought of my mother. Then as Jack put the receiver back I heard him speak to me in an urgent tone of voice.

"Right you," he said. You have ten minutes to clean yourself up, get out of those clothes and get dressed. My sister will be here soon and I can't let her find you here. I shall explain as we go. Come on then, hurry up!"

I did as I was told but was feeling very tired and not a little sore. Jack hurried me along impatiently and told me that he would see me at work tomorrow. 

He stuffed one of the Polaroid photos in to my pocket. As we were going back down the stairs he said his sister lived here in this house with him and worked for a good friend of his who would be dropping her off. It was his friend Ralph who had phoned to let him know they would be on their way. She worked for Ralph in his Jewellery store. 

"You can trust Ralph with your life," said Jack. He will be able to drop you home. Just wait at the lamp post across the street to the right." 

With that I found myself walking gingerly away from Jack's house. I was not myself. 



Old Jack



Jack ran the back of his hand up my shaft. I thought my cock would explode.

"Now that's interesting. You did say anything didn't you? Well, alright then."

With that, Jack dragged me across his lap and slowly and deliberately teased my cock, edging me, for what seemed like ages. He caressed my balls. He tickled my balls. He fingered my perineum. He pulled my cock away from my body only to release it and let it slap back against my tummy. Constantly asking me did I like this or did I like that, constantly calling me sweetie. He licked my lips, pulled my foreskin up and down over my purple knob. He thumbed the sensitive underside of my cock head. It was fantastic and after a moment or two at most, I could hold back no longer. I came with a whimper and fell back against his manly chest, absolutely exhausted. 

"Well", said Jack. "I think you and your little dickie enjoyed themselves today, didn't you sweetie? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, as they say. I don't think Vicky makes you feel as good as Jack, now, does she? No. I think you will be coming round to my house after work tomorrow, don't you sweetie? You did say you would do anything if I touched you again. I have kept my side of the bargain, so now, you must keep yours. Think of the fun we are going to have. Yes, indeed. I am looking forward to playing with you tomorrow again. Now, sort yourself out and let's get back to work. Oh! Just one more little thing! Be a dear and kiss my big purple knob goodbye".

I moved off him and after I had fixed myself I leaned forward and brought my lips to his cock. It was semi-hard and as I went to kiss it, Jack lifted his cock in his hand and slapped me on the cheek with it. I pulled back to kiss it but he let it fall to the other side. I leaned closer and he drew his big purple head across my lips. Precum was leaking out. I licked my lips. I don't know why. His precum tasted so good. 

"Open your mouth, sweetie." said Jack.

I hesitated. I kissed his cock lightly.

"Open your mouth", Jack insisted. "Give my cock a French kiss."

What could I do? I opened my mouth and his beautiful, purple, cock head, broke in to my mouth, over my lips, past my teeth and on to my tongue. Jack's cock was in my mouth. Jack's big, fat, thick, dick was in my mouth, resting on my tongue. Jacks beautiful purple knob was leaking delicious, tasty, precum down its wide slit, on to my tongue, delighting my taste buds.

"Use your soft tongue, sweetie. Go on. Do it for old Jack. You know you want to. You will love it. You want to lick my big fat cock, you know you do."

Fuck him. He was right He knew me so well. He knew my needs, my strength and weakness. I licked the underside of his cock head. I heard him sigh. I heard him say "Good girl, good girl". 

"Suck it, sweetie. Suck old Jack's big thick cock for him. Be a good girl and suck that cock deep in to your mouth. You know you want to. You want to make old Jack happy. You want to suck old Jack's cock. You love this, don't you sweetie? That's it. Suck it in. You are a good girl. I knew you would be sucking my big cock the first time I saw you. You are a good little cock sucker. You are going to be my little cock sucker so you are sweetie. You are Jack's sweet little cock sucker from now on. Now stop. That's enough for now. Come up here and let me taste my cock off of your sweet girlie mouth." 

I did what he told me and let his tongue lash around inside my mouth. It was clear to me now that this was not going to be a one off. With my passion now spent fear gripped me. What the fuck had I just let myself in for? Part of me was petrified and yet, part of me felt deliriously happy. What next, I thought?

We ran back quickly through the rain. Jack had given me some mints so my breath would not smell of cock. The rain, which was even heavier now, soaked us to the skin, thereby hiding any cum stains. When we returned to work no one was any the wiser and I was left with my own doubts and thoughts.

I was sitting working quietly at my desk fearing that the others around me could see the pictures that were in my head. The pictures of Old Jack and me in the back seat of his car and the filthy, exciting, things we had done. I could feel the blood washing in and out of my tired, sore cock. I could still feel his hand on me. I could hear the dirty words he had said to me. I was certain my co-workers were reading my mind. 

Of course they weren't. It was just the fear I felt in my guts. Fear that someone else would know what I had let that old man do to me. Fear that someone else would find out how much I had loved it all because I had. I was both turned on and petrified at the same time.

I felt a pair of big manly hands firmly squeeze my shoulders and hold me down in my chair. It was Jack. My heart began to thump in my chest. A voice inside my head told me that he was giving our secret away. He leaned his head down next to mine and whispered in my ear as his powerful hands squeezed my shoulders.

"I can't wait until tomorrow sweetie. Think of me tonight; thumbs up".

For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss my cheek but just like that he was gone. I was relieved and disappointed.

"What's that all about then?" asked Alice, the attractive young woman who worked across from me. "You two are up to something, I just know it. First you disappear, then, its whispered conversation. What's going on then, eh?"

I went beetroot red with embarrassment. I did not know how to reply. Fuck! Who was this bloody woman, Sherlock fucking Holmes? Thankfully her phone rang and I had time to recover as she became involved in a long conversation with one of her colleagues from another office upstairs. 

The working day finally ended and I was grateful to be able to exit the building, an unknown among the throng. As I walked towards the main gate someone called out my name. I looked around and there, in his car, was the father of one of my old school chums. His name was Henry Arbuthnot and his son, Pete and I, had gone through High School together. Rain was falling again, so when he offered me a lift to the town centre, I was glad to accept. 

"I saw you get one soaking earlier today. I was looking out the window of my office, watching the rain, when I spotted you", he said. "You and some older gent were coming through the car park in a hurry. I felt sorry for you."

Spies, I thought. Spies are every where. Why did Henry have to be looking out the window at that particular moment? He dropped me off near the main station and after a short trip I found myself at home. No one else was home. Mum must be working late and my older sister, Claire, no doubt, was round at her latest boyfriend's house. Claire and I were very close. She was a bit of a good time girl, but she was my sister. Every one fancied her. She would tell me in detail what her different boyfriends liked to do with her and what she liked to do to them. She was a bit of a slut but she taught me lots about things sexual and her adventures, so to speak, help fuel many of my fantasies.

I went upstairs to change out of my work clothes. I decided to take a long, hot, bath. Lying there in the hot water and bubbles, my thoughts turned to the strange turn of events that had taken place that afternoon, in the back seat of Jack's car. I closed my eyes and sank down in the bath. I had done disgusting, filthy things with a man old enough to be my grandfather, but I had loved it. I had loved the touch of his hand on me. I could still sense the movement of his thumb and finger as they drew back my foreskin. I could still sense the thickness of Jack's big, fat dick in my hand. I could still sense the heat from it.

I felt my cock getting hard. I reached for it. "Sweetie", he had called me sweetie. I had cum just from feeling his big dick. I had tasted his cum. I had frenched his purple crown. I had even let him put his cock in my mouth and I had sucked on it like a woman. I had agreed to go tohis house. He had called me a "good girl", a "cock sucker". I was "Jack's sweet little cock sucker" I had enjoyed it when he had said those things to me and now those same words were turning me on.

I was pulling my own cock like crazy. I was lost in these filthy memories. I was back on his lap in my mind. His fat sticky tongue was on my lips, I could taste his cum. His hand was on my cock. I was his little girlie cock sucker. It was all too much. I had to stop. I was all wanked out. Oh God. What about tomorrow? I'm not going to his house, am I? Yes, said my cock. No way, said my brain.

Later on when I lay in bed I could not escape the events of that afternoon. He had forced himself on me a part of my mind said. No. I had let him. It was awful. No. I had loved it when he touched my cock. Kissing him was disgusting. No I had loved feeling his tongue. His tongue; oh sweet Jesus! His tongue was so thick and sticky. I had to touch my cock again. I wanted his tongue in my mouth again and on my lips. He had licked my lips. I could feel it again. It was delicious.

Ah fuck, he had felt me up and I loved it. His touch was what my body had been longing for. He had felt my cock. With my own hand I repeated his movements and wished he was beside me doing that to me. What the fuck was wrong with me? His thumb had pulled my foreskin all the way down past my knob. I never even knew that was possible. It had hurt but the pleasure I had felt was sheer ecstasy and then I had sucked my cum from his fingers. The dirty old fucker had seduced me and I had let it happen. I was in heaven remembering it all and I was in hell because I let it happen and enjoyed it.

Fuck me! What will my mum and my sister say? They will hate me. My mum will be ashamed of me. My mates will disown me and call me all those horrible names. That bitch, Alice, from the office, suspects that something is going on. She is such a busy body. Then there's Pete's dad. What did he see? Does he know who Jack is? 

Then I remembered how Jack had shared my cum when he kissed me deeply in my mouth and how this had made me hard again. I had touched his big dick. It was just so big and thick. It was his big dick that done for me. I touched it again in my mind. I felt its heat, its thickness, that big purple head. I had wanked it for him. I had kissed it for him. I had sucked it for him. I had tasted Jack's great, big, manly cock. I had gargled his cum. I had swallowed his cum. I had loved it. I came again with a yelp just thinking these thoughts as I touched my own cock frantically. 

It went on like this for ages. I was aroused and I was disgusted. I was definitely going to repeat this. I was never going to speak to him again. I was decided, I was undecided. 

I can't go to his house tomorrow. This must never happen again. My mind was made up. Then I remembered being on his lap and how he had teased me and how he had spoken to me and I felt his hand on me, in my mind again. His magic thumb had done it and I used my own, imagining it to be his, and I pulled back my foreskin and it hurt but I came for the last time and dissolved in to a deep sleep, seconds after cuming. My dreams were of him, his tongue, his thumb, his dick, his lips, his cum, his taste. Then, it was morning. I had slept in.



Old Jared Knows



There I stood in hospital greens, video camera in hand, ready to tape the birth of our first child. The doctor, the head nurse, the rest of the delivery room crew moved around in their well-practiced ballet. Janet was breathing hard and moaning as the doctor was telling her to concentrate, to push, and the nurses were all cooing, "Everything is going to be okay honey" and other comforting things. Then someone said, "Here it comes" and I zoomed in with the telephoto lens. We had wanted the surprise so when the ultrasound was done we told then not to tell us the sex of the baby, "We want it to be a surprise" and a surprise it was - a very big surprise. As the baby came out into it's first day of life in the open air everyone there saw that the skin of the baby was not white.

I went home from the hospital not understanding what had just happened. How could my wife have delivered a black baby? I mean the answer was obvious, but I was too shocked to be thinking straight and it wasn't until after I got home and had several stiff drinks that I faced up to the fact the my wife had been impregnated by a Negro. The child that I had joyously awaited since the day that Janet told me she was pregnant was not mine. The father was a black man. My wife had been fucking a black man! I don't know what killed me more; the fact that the hoped for child wasn't mine or that my wife was an unfaithful whore. 

I'd left the hospital right after my 'big surprise' and I hadn't yet faced Janet. I had no idea what she was going to say or if I was even going to go back to the hospital and listen. I didn't even know if I was going to the hospital and bring her home when the doctor released her or just let her fend for herself. Maybe I should just let her call her black lover and let him pick her up and take her home with him. God knows there wasn't much left at our apartment for either of us to come home to. I couldn't stay there. There would be too many painful memories associated with the place. I thought that maybe the best thing to do was quickly move out while Janet was in the hospital and just never see her again. I couldn't understand it. I'd thought we'd been so happy together. How could she have done this to me, to us?

In the end the need to know was stronger than the outrage I felt and I went back to the hospital. Janet was in a semi-private room and there was someone occupying the other bed. I was extremely angry, but I'm the type who hates public scenes so all I could do was stand there and stare at Janet. At first she wouldn't look at me and she kept her face turned away from me. Then she said something, but it was in a voice so low that I couldn't hear. I leaned down and said, "I didn't hear that." 

"You saw the baby?" 

"Yes." 

"So you know." 

"Yes, unfortunately I know." 

"I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen, I'm sorry." 

"What wasn't supposed to happen?" 

"They weren't supposed to get me pregnant." 

They? They weren't supposed to get her pregnant? Sweet Jesus, what had she been doing while I sat around fat, dumb, happy and secure in our love for each other? Just then the doctor came in and read her chart and then told her he was going to release her in the morning. He left and then Janet said again, "I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean for this to happen. I love you Billy, I really do." 

"Yeah, well that doesn't help any Janet, not one little bit. Best you get on the phone and call your black lover and let him know to come get you and take you home tomorrow." 

I turned and walked out of the room as she cried out, "Billy, please Billy..."

The next morning the phone rang and it was Janet. "Please Billy, come and get me. There isn't anyone else I can call. Please Billy." 

The ride home was a silent one. Janet apparently afraid to speak and I, for some strange reason, not wanting to say anything while the baby was with us. Once in the house I left Janet to take care of her kid and I went into the kitchen to make myself a stiff drink and then I sat down at the table to wait for her to come in and face me. I was on my second drink and she still hadn't appeared so I hollered out, "Janet, get in here and let's get this over with." 

"I'm on the couch. I don't want to sit on those hard chairs. I'm sore and I need to sit on soft cushions." 

Her tone of voice was the first indication that the unfaithful slut didn't intend to be all that contrite. I built myself another drink and went into the living room and sat down across from her. She opened the ball, "I suppose you will be leaving me?" 

"What did you expect? Did you think you were going to hand me a black baby and that I was going to go, Ooh, isn't she just so precious" and then we would live happily ever after?" 

"No, no I didn't think that, but I did have some hope that our love for each other would have been strong enough that we could at least try and work through this." 

"Love? You hit me with a black kid and tell me that you are gangbanging niggers and you expect that I'm still going to love you?" 

"It wasn't the way you make it sound." 

"Oh no? The baby speaks for itself Janet, and as far as the gangbanging goes you told me that yourself. You are the one who said, "They weren't supposed to get me pregnant." They means more than one Janet and in my book more than one is a gang fuck."

"Damn it Billy, that's not the way it was. Okay, there was more than one, a lot more, but you make it sound like I was going out and picking them up and that's not what happened. I love you Billy and I would never have run around on you. I would never have gone out looking for another man, never. When you get right down to it what happened to me is all your fault. If it hadn't been for you it never would have happened." 

"My fault? That's a laugh. I can understand your trying to put the best face on what you did, but my fault?" 

"Yes Billy, your fault. You are the one who set the whole thing up, you and your damned penchant for phone sex when you are away from home. You are the one who has me stay at the office late when you are out of town so you can call the 800 number and have phone sex. You are the one who was so cheap that you didn't want to run up our home phone bill. If I had been at home it never would have happened." 

"And just how does our having phone sex put black cocks into you?" 

"It happened the week of Thanksgiving. You left on your business trip Monday and told me to be in the office waiting for your call at eight that night. I was there and I took the call the way I always did. My skirt and underpants were off and I had my rubber cock and I was lying on my desk with my legs spread. While we talked I worked on myself with the dildo and I came the same way I always did and the same as always I laid there in the warm glow that I always experience after an orgasm. You had already hung up and I was lying there all warm and fuzzy feeling and stroking my clit with my fingers when I heard, "That's not right, you having to do that. Old Jared knows what you need pretty lady." 

" I looked up and saw one of the men from the janitorial service standing there and looking down at me and he had his cock out and was stroking it. Try and understand Billy. He wasn't ten feet across the room standing in the doorway where I would have had time to get up - he was standing right there! I had been lying there, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm. My feet were flat on the desk, my legs were spread wide and my pussy was wet from our phone sex and all he had to do was take a half step forward and push and he was in me. He grabbed my legs and held me and there was nothing that I could do. I tried to pull away, I screamed at him to stop, but I was pinned to the desk. I could bend at the waist, but I couldn't get upright enough to even beat at him with my fists. He just held my legs and smiled down at me and talked to me. 

"Don't fight it missy, old Jared knows how to give you what you need. Been a long time since I had any white pussy. Don't you worry none baby girl, old Jared will treat you right." 

"All I could do Billy was lie there and take it and you know me Billy, you know how much I love sex. I hadn't even come all the way down from the orgasm you gave me over the phone and there I was being fucked by an old black man. My body responded Billy. I'm sorry, but the more that old man fucked me the more I got into it and it wasn't long before I was begging him to make me cum. And then he took one of those walky-talky things off his belt and said something into it and a couple of minutes later two more men came into the room. By then I was screaming at that old man to get me off. I felt him shoot into me and I was so close and I cried for him not to stop, to get me off, but he just chuckled and said, "Old Jared said he'd take care of you baby girl and he has." He stepped away from me and one of the others took his place. They never did let me come down Billy. They took me one after the other until I passed out from exhaustion. I came so many times Billy that they actually caused me to pass out." 

"Why did you even do the sex talk with me if there were other people in the building?"

"I didn't know that they were there. The cleaning crew always comes in after midnight, but because of the holiday they had changed their schedule. I had no idea I wasn't alone in the building." 

"Why didn't you call the police when it was over?" 

"I couldn't call the police." 

"Why not?" 

"Because they had me on tape." 

"So? It is still rape. Just because they were dumb enough to tape themselves raping you shouldn't have kept you from calling the cops. Shit Janet, the tape was the proof." 

"Yeah Billy, proof that I was a cock hungry slut. I'm on tape begging a bunch of black guys to fuck me." 

"Am I missing something here? Why would a bunch of janitors be carrying around a video camera?" 

"They didn't tape me at work. They taped me at Jared's apartment. When I passed out they picked me up and took me from the office to his apartment. When I woke up I was naked on his bed and he was fucking me and there were a bunch of guys there cheering him on and telling him to hurry up so that they could be next. They didn't let me off that bed until noon on Tuesday. They fed me lunch and then took me right back to bed. They didn't let me go until Wednesday morning and by then I could barely walk. You came home horny that night and I told you we couldn't make love because I was sick and then I had to pretend I was sick for the next four day to give my pussy enough time to tighten up before I could have sex with you"

"Three guys fucked you steady for a day and a half?" 

"No Billy, not three. I don't have a clue how many fucked me. All I know is that Jared had a lot of friends; an awful lot of friends." 

"Why didn't you tell me? We could have gotten an abortion." 

"Two reasons Billy. One, I thought that the baby was yours. I was on the pill the night all of this happened. A week later I ran out of pills and went four days before I got my refill and you made love to me on three of those nights and so I did really think that the baby was ours." 

"You said two reasons." 

"Yes I did, didn't I." 

Janet looked away from me and then said, "I kind of liked it Billy. Not the part at Jared's apartment, but when the three of them were taking me on my desk I had orgasm after orgasm." 

"So you did it again?" 

"Yes." 

"When?" 

"Every time you went out of town I had to call Jared and let him know when we were going to have phone sex." 

"You had to call him?" 

"He threatened to make the tape public if I didn't and I couldn't let you see that tape Billy. I just could not let you see the slut I was for all those blacks. I couldn't let you see me screaming for joy while I had a cock in my ass, my pussy and my mouth at the same time." 

"Was it just Jared?" 

"No Billy, it was Jared, Dolman and Sam, the other janitors." 

"Why did it have to be when I called?" 

"Because they got a charge out of fucking me while you were having phone sex with me." 

"All those moans and cries weren't caused by your dildo?" 

"No Billy, I had a cock in me every time we talked." 

"Maybe that's when you got pregnant?" "No Billy. The next time I was with them I was on my pills, I had a diaphragm and I used spermicide." 

"They even fucked you when you were pregnant? 

"Right up until two weeks ago. Can I ask you something Billy?" 

"What?" 

"Does it turn you on hearing about it and thinking about all those black cocks pounding into me?" 

"Of course not!" 

"Then why do you have a large tent in your pants?" I looked down and saw that she was right. 

"I'll bet that my talking about my black lovers did that to you. I can't fuck you Billy, but if you want I'll suck you off."

I wouldn't have believed it of myself, but listening to her tell me about her three black lovers and what they did while I was on the phone with her gave me a hard on every time she did it. It is kind of hard to toss out someone who keeps your dick hard and then sucks you off so Janet and I are still together. We've told everyone that Samantha is adopted, but no one believes it. Hell, why should they? They all knew Janet was pregnant. I still call Janet when I am out of town and every time I'm talking to her I have the image of three black men fucking her silly while we talk and I end up beating myself raw. Last week the doctor cleared Janet to have sex again and I spent all weekend buried in her while she described what her black lovers did to her. Yesterday I flew to Kansas City and tonight I called home and started having phone sex with her. After about five minutes of listening to her moan and groan I thought I detected something in the background. "Janet, is someone there?" 

"Yes baby, Jared is here." 

"At the house?"

"Yes baby."

"Is he fucking you?" 

"Yes baby, his cock is buried in me and Sam and Dolman are waiting their turn." 

"Why?" 

"I had to call him baby. I told you that I have to call him when you are out of town and plan on having phone sex. If I didn't he might show the tape around and we don't want that, do we?" 

I heard a voice say, "He knows we are here?" Janet moaned and said yes. "Give me the phone." There was a pause and then, "Don't you worry none now, old Jared gonna take real good care of this white lady." 

"Put her back on." 

A pause and then, "Yes baby?" 

"You tell him he better start wearing condoms or I'm going to start asking for child support. Oh, and Janet?" 

"Yes baby?" 

"Tell him I want a copy of that tape. Now, where were we?" 

"You were telling me how hard you were going to fuck my ass and then oh,oh, oh god, yes baby, like that, hard, harder, fuck me, fuck me, make me cum, yes baby, hard, like that, oh, oh, oooooohhhhh" and I blew my load all over the motel room floor as I listened to her orgasm over the phone.