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Pumped

By: pantyboy4mistress



It was a slow night at Iron Works Gym. Outside the rain pounded the parking lot and washed away the remnants of what had been another routine day. Another routine day in a long, line of routine days.

There were only a few guys working out that night and we were all scattered into our own workout zones. The clanking of plates drowned out the music the gym played but no one seemed to care. Most of the guys in the gym that night were listening to their own tunes on their Ipods and in 'the zone.'

I was lucky enough to have my choice of machines and able to go at my own pace without waiting in line. My workout was going quickly and I was ahead of the usual mental schedule I kept for myself. Yet another reason I worked out after the 5PM crowd had come and gone. 

I preferred to work out without having to deal with the crowds and all the bullshit that came with everyone standing around just wanting to show off and possibly hook up. I wasn't into the whole meat market scene and Iron Works might as well have been some bar along the wharf between the hours of 5pm and 7pm. All that was missing was a dance floor and Happy Hour appetizer specials. 

I realized that a lot of people used the gym as a place to hook up, but I just wanted to work out. At least that's what I told people, and myself, but truth be told, I hadn't really met anyone who interested me enough to interrupt my workout or who couldn't stop looking in the mirror long enough to carry a conversation.

Most of the women I did happen to see during my workout times were either too old, too fat or looked like Russian weightlifters. I wasn't into guys so that didn't leave many other options. Hooking up wasn't on my agenda. Concentrating on my workout was and so I came in during the later hours, worked out, showered and then headed for home. 

I was single, in my late 30's and worked a job I really didn't like. I had never been athletic but after having joined the gym and losing some weight and toning up I found that I enjoyed the experience. I liked the surge of endorphins and the way sweating hard cleared the cobwebs from my head.

I had been focusing on my upper body the night I met Titus Dawson. 

Titus was an attractive black man who spent a lot of time at Iron Works. Aside from a rigorous workout schedule, he filled in occasionally and taught aerobic classes. His most popular class, from what I had seen, was his ABS AND GLUTES CRUSH, an hour long class devoted to toning, well, obviously your stomach and your ass. 

Titus was a big man but not in a cartoonish way. He was in excellent shape. His body looked to be carved from black marble. There wasn't an inch of fat on his body. He was also a handsome guy and reminded me of an actor I had seen on a soap opera. 

Before you get any ideas, I broke my leg last year and spent two weeks in the hospital. My roommate was addicted to soaps. The luxuries of being in a semi-private room I guess.

During my time at Iron Works, I noticed that Titus was not only very popular with the ladies but with the guys as well. I figured it was a case of the ladies all wanted to fuck him and all the guys wanted to be him.

Another thing I noticed was that Titus usually blew the ladies off. He did it in a way that made him look even cooler than before he had been hit on. He would flash that million dollar smile and laugh that Denzel Washington laugh and they would giggle and blush and then walk away. 

No harm. No foul.

I told myself that it was nice to see that there was someone else in the gym who wasn't into the meat market scene and just wanted to work out.

On the night when Fate brought Titus and I together, I had been working on my chest and shoulders. By the time I got to bench presses, my triceps were on fire. I played around with the idea of just giving up and hitting the showers, but decided that was a move only a loser would make. 

I would push myself and do the four sets of 12 and be grateful in the morning. I drank some water, cleared my mind and laid down on the padded bench. I knocked out the first 12 reps, ever mindful of my form, when I heard a baritone voice from across the room, above the clinking and clanking of weight plates. 

"You know. You can put at least 25 more pounds on each side. You got it in you."

It was Titus. He had been doing deep squats on the rack in the corner of the room. As I tilted my head forehead, I saw him walking towards me. 

Titus was about 6'4" and solid. He was dripping with sweat and his t-shirt clung to his ripped body like a second skin. His nylon workout shorts rode a little too high and his thick muscular legs were on full display. As was the anaconda which lay sleeping between his legs. It was no use trying not to see his cock. Titus was loaded for bear and then some. His little shorts, soaked with sweat, clung to the outline of his shaft and I couldn't help but stare. 

Titus caught me staring at his package and said, "Concentration is key if we're gonna put that extra weight on, Young Skywalker."

There was that smile. 

I quickly averted my eyes as he walked around behind my head and leaned on the bar. 

"You okay if I put that extra 50 pounds on? I'm here to spot you." 

He smiled and his eyes told me to trust him. 

"Sure, man. Thanks. If you're spotting, let's go for it. I mean...if you think I can handle it."

"Good man," he said in that deep, sexy voice, "and as far as what you can handle, that is up to you my man. Mind over matter. If you tell yourself you can, you'd be amazed at what you can accomplish."

"Yes Obi-Wan. I believe."

Titus slipped the weights onto the bar and planted his feet firmly, stepping so that he was directly above me. I couldn't help but notice that I could see up the legs of his little workout shorts. I found myself staring at his cock, his huge black cock, sitting heavy in his nylon bikini briefs. The briefs were made of a mesh material, and I could see ever vein on his thick cock, which from my angle, looked like a rolled up fire hose. Even soft, Titus' cock was bigger than mine. I was fascinated by it's girth and wondered, daydreaming and losing that all important concentration.

That's when I heard his voice again. 

"Concentration, Young SkyWalker," he was doing a pretty good Yoda impression, "is the key. Do or do not. There is no try."

I laughed and awoke from my dream and focused and was able to press the weight, the heaviest weight I had ever pressed before, for ten solid reps. 

I caught my breath and Titus helped me stand. He gave me a high-five and slapped me on the back. I felt a rush of pride and thanked him for his help. He told me he didn't touch the bar once, not even to steady it. It had been all me. 

I was done. That last push had taken it out of me and it was time for a shower. Titus told me to wait up. He was finished as well. He just had to grab his gear and he would meet me in the locker room. He suggested we go for a cold beer afterwards, to celebrate my monster lift. I told him that sounded like a good idea.

What the heck! Sometimes it was good to break a routine.

Had I been thinking clearer, I would have probably told myself that I had just been hit on but the thought never entered my mind. After all, Titus was a guy. A big, handsome black guy. How could someone like him want to pick me up? 

Ridiculous. 

As it turned out we were the last two left in the gym. The only other person was the manager who was all the way on the other side of the building, in his office, a floor below us. 

We walked into the locker room and discovered our lockers were in the same row, on opposite sides, but in the same row. I turned away from him as I undressed, throwing my sweaty clothes into the laundry bag I carried with me. When I turned back around, Titus was completely naked. He was standing with one foot on the bench that ran the length of the row of lockers. He was turned slightly so that his muscular ass, toned and glistening with sweat, was facing me. I could see the mushroom head of cock through his legs. 

What's the old joke about a baby's arm holding an apple?

Once again Titus' voice woke me from my trance.

"You taking a steam before you hit the shower?"

"Hadn't planned on it," I answered, clearing my throat a little.

"You should. The best thing after a hard work out." Then he did the oddest thing. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a tug. Smiling at me, he added, "Well. Second best thing."

Was Titus suggesting I suck his cock? Or let him fuck me? Was Titus gay? Did he think he I was?

Then the pieces started falling coming together. Was that the reason he was always turning down the ladies here who hit on him?

My mind raced, but regardless of whether I was gay or not or whether or not I had or had not ever thought about sucking another's man's cock, I wrapped my towel around my waist and followed him like a puppy into the sauna.

Titus sat across from me on the cedar benches. He legs were spread and his monster cock drooped down, slightly turning upwards in a now semi-erect state. I marveled at it. It was as if someone had commissioned a sculptor to carve a cock out of obsidian. It was perfect. Long and hard, with thick veins wrapping along the shaft like grapevines. His balls were the size of lemons and shaved smooth. As a matter of fact, I had never noticed before, but Titus' body was completely devoid of hair. Even his armpits were shaved smooth. I figured he must have competed in body building competitions. 

As I stared at his cock, Titus grabbed it with one hand and pumped it towards me. I saw it's slit open slowly, almost as if it were winking at me. A drop of pre-cum leaked out and fell to the bench below, sizzling as it hit the smoldering surface. 

He played with that monster cock with no shame at all as if he were offering it to me, and to be completely honest with you, part of me wanted it. I wanted to wrap my lips around that large purple head and suckle on it. I wanted to lick that shaft and feel it throbbing in my hands. I wanted it buried in my ass, up to his balls, fucking me. 

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?

"If you want some, Baby, it's all yours. All you need do is ask."

"I'm not gay," was all I could manage to say with a dry mouth.

"Doesn't matter if you're gay or not, Baby Boy. You've been staring at my cock all night long, and this isn't the first time."

He was right of course. I had been staring at him as he worked out. I told myself I wanted to watch his form and see if there was anything I could learn from him. The truth was though that I had been fascinated by his hard, muscular, black body. I watched him doing his deep squats, mesmerized by his muscles flexing like pistons in a machine. I watched his ass flex and relax and his thick black thighs tensing as he pushed the weight on his shoulders upward.

Titus continued, "You want it and that's okay. I want you to have it. I want to give it to you. You just have to ask me first. And when you do, and you will, I want you to ask politely. You understand me, Baby Boy?"

I suddenly felt so submissive to him. It wasn't just because he was so much stronger than me or that his cock was more than twice the size of mine. It wasn't that he was calling me Baby Boy. It was that I wanted to be submissive to him and I wanted that cock in my mouth and in my ass.

"You might try convincing yourself otherwise," he leaned towards me, "but the heart knows what it wants," he reached out and pulled off my towel and my cock sprang forward, "and so does the cock."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes. Yes," I whispered, afraid to hear my own voice say the words, "Yes. I want to suck your cock. Please. Please let me suck your cock."

Titus smiled and stood up, his cock springing to life, fully erect and to heavy to be standing straight out. It just reached towards the ground and when he walked, it swung like a small baseball bat. 

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I was a little wobbly and he placed a strong hand on my shoulder to steady me. Taking my hand he led me out of the sauna and towards the shower. His hand slid down my sweaty back and rested on my ass. A thick finger slid in between my cheeks and brushed against my tight little pucker. I nearly tripped. 

He leaned into me, his lips brushing against my ear and whispered, "You're gonna let me fuck this beautiful white ass of yours, aren't you Baby Boy?"

"Yessir," was all I was able to get out. 

Titus walked me into the showers and turned on the hot water. As it beat down on our sweaty bodies, he encouraged me to kneel before him. I did and found myself an inch away from his beautiful black cock. I reached out and took it in both hands. I leaned forward and kissed the spongy head. It was like sandpaper on my tongue but I liked it. It smelled musky and sweaty and I kissed the top and dragged my lips around it. Then I slowly capped it with my mouth and sucked gently as my right hand found his scrotum. I could feel the cum churning inside his balls and I fondled him gently. 

Pre-cum leaked from his cock and I licked the salty liquid into my mouth. It was bitter and I choked a little but it thrilled me knowing that he obviously found something about me sexy. 

I lowered my head further down onto his cock, choking several times at first until I became used to the girth and length. Titus' hands found my head and stroked my hair as he fed more of his cock. He was gentle and didn't force himself on me. He let me explore the marvelous thing that was filling my throat and whispered to me that I was doing a great job. He told me I was a natural cock-sucker and I looked up at him, into his eyes, and I saw approval. 

When his cock was completely covered in my spit, I pulled off of it and began to work on his balls, taking them in turn into my mouth and bathing them. I pumped his shaft with one hand while the other went between his thick legs. I slid a hand across his taught buttocks. I could feel them tensing as I worked on his cock and balls. I took a chance and slid a finger into his crack and found his asshole. My finger slipped in easily and I knew that Titus was accustomed to having things in his ass. 

I stopped sucking his balls and dragged my tongue along his inner thigh, across his lower abdomen and then down his shaft, following the trail marked by a thick vein. I swallowed his mushroom head whole, sucking on it harder now and even bobbing my head up and down, breathing heavy and making happy little slurping noises. I gripped his magnificent ass with both hands now, pulling him towards my mouth. 

Titus pulled me off his cock and helped me stand. Looking into his stunning brown eyes, I found myself leaning forward to meet his kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips and I sucked it like it was a small cock. He pressed his thick lips onto mine as his hands found my ass. His fingers pried open my cheeks and he pulled me to him. His cock mashed into my stomach and I could feel it pulsing with life.

Titus' fingers squeezed and fondled my ass, occasionally grazing against my little pucker. A soapy finger slid inside me and was soon joined by another. Titus was stretching my ass and releasing something inside me I had longed denied. I wanted him inside me, but not just his fingers. I wanted his cock inside me and I told him. 

"I know you do, Baby Boy," he replied. "I know you do and I'm gonna give it to you, but Daddy has to get you ready."

With that, Titus once again took my hand and led me to a large padded table used for massages and physical therapy. He placed a towel on it and encouraged me to lay back, face up and slide my butt to the edge. I did as he asked and when I slid down to the end of the table, Titus grabbed my feet and placed them on his wide shoulders. 

I gasped. I just couldn't say a word. He was in total control of the situation...and me.

Titus leaned forward and took my cock into his talented mouth. He swallowed me whole and worked his lips and tongue on me until I was purring like a kitten. I lay there, eyes closed and biting my lip as he sucked my cock and played with my hard nipples. He took my balls into his mouth and nibbled on them lightly before kissing them and then running his tongue along my perineum down between my cheeks. I lifted my ass for him and he pressed forward. 

I lifted my balls, still warm from his tongue bath, and offered my virgin hole to him, arching my back and raising my bottom off the padded table. Titus licked the underside of my sack and traced the tip of his tongue down between my cheeks. He pushed them apart and licked at my tender pucker. I slowly pumped my cock as he licked circles around the lips of my ass. I could feel his hot breath against my trembling skin. He leaned forward and the tip of his tongue slipped inside me. I felt his nose under my balls, sniffing them. His mouth continued to tease me and wet me. I heard myself making soft moaning sounds, like some cock-hungry little whore who just couldn't wait to have a big cock shoved inside her.

Titus spent the next ten minutes eating my ass like it was cherry pie. He licked at it with long strokes of his most talented tongue. He soaked it with spit and made it slick. He pried it open with two fingers and dove in deeper, touching a part of me that had been dormant all my life. 

I begged him to stick his cock in me and he stood back up, smiling.

"Ask me nicely, Baby Boy. Tell your Daddy what you want."

"I want your cock," I panted, my heart about to explode in my chest, "I want your cock inside me. Please. Please fuck me with your gorgeous black cock."

"Daddy." 

"Daddy," I answered, "Please Daddy. Fuck me with your big hard cock."

Titus eased himself forward and his cock, glazed over with my spit and his pre-cum, pressed against my aching hole. 

I screamed out, "No! Please! It's too big!! Don't!"

Titus paused, his plum-sized head poised for entry. 

He placed a hand on my chest, resting it on my heart. 

"Dustin. Look at me."

I opened my eyes and looked into his face. 

"It's okay. You can do this. Just push through the pain. Breathe. Concentrate. It's going to hurt, I'm not gonna lie, Baby Boy. But when it's in, I promise you it's gonna feel like nothing like you've never felt before. Now. Push out. Push out and let me in. It's just like that bench press. Tell yourself you can and you will. Breathe, Baby Boy."

I steadied my breathing and focused. I pushed out, like I was going to shit and his cock head slipped inside me. I gasped and my whole body spasmed with a million little electric shocks. Titus waited until my body stopped shaking, allowing me to get used to the cock inside me. I slowly relaxed and my body, no longer tensed, allowed more of his cock inside me. 

Again he was gentle, not wanting to hurt me. Two more inches slipped inside me and I grabbed at them with my ass muscles. Pumping with my hips and milking the thing that was alive inside me. 

Titus asked me if I liked it, if I liked his cock inside me and I answered, "Yes Daddy. I love your cock inside me."

Then I asked for all of it. 

Titus replied by shoving the rest of his cock all the way until his balls slapped against my tender cheeks. I thought it would split me in two, but it didn't. It filled me completely and I felt as if my insides were on fire. Every stroke of his long cock brought shivers and tingles and my mind raced to find a reason for what I was feeling. 

But I knew the answer. I was gay and I loved the feeling of this gorgeous black man's cock inside me. I could have really given a shit, though, and as Titus fucked my ass I orgasmed, shooting thick ropes of cum onto my chest. I screamed and shouted for him to fuck me and fuck me hard.

He did. He fucked me like a stallion fucks a mare. Long strokes of his cock were driving me insane with pleasure. Sometimes he would almost pull all the way out and then he would look into my eyes, as just the head of his cock remained inside me. He would ask what I wanted and I would tell him to put his cock back inside me. I would beg him to keep fucking me.


Pumped



He was just shutting the station down when he heard her pull up and stop her car at the pump.

He locked the door and shut down the lights. He heard her car door slam.

She leaned against the trunk of her car, arms crossed, and waited.

He walked over. 

It was the height of summer and the humidity had not dropped despite it being close to midnight.

He stood in front of her. The distant streetlights faintly illuminated her. She was wearing a short white sundress and a pair of sandals. 

"Hi," he said, smiling.

"Hi," she said, not smiling.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Have fun last night?" she asked.

Sigh. Here we go again, he thought.

"It wasn't bad," he said, trying to concentrate but also wondering if she was wearing anything under her dress. From what he could see, it didn't appear to be much.

"No?" she said.

"Did you have fun making a scene with that girl in the middle of the bar?" she said.

"Oh, come on. Your gossipy girlfriends making up stories about me again?" he said, smiling.

He tried to reach for her, and she pushed his arms away, giving him a better look at the dress. And what she wasn't wearing.

She felt his eyes on her. It was so important for him to want her right this second. She wanted to rub it in his face. But feeling his eyes on her was also a distraction. 

"So you're saying you weren't dancing with a girl last night?" she asked.

"Ok...ok...I did DANCE with a girl, maybe I got a little flirty...but that is IT," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that is it,' she said.

He smiled at her still, maddeningly.

"Don't you have anything else you want to say?" she said.

"Hmm. Well, yes," he said.

"Are you wearing anything under that dress?" he said.

A jolt of heat went through her despite herself, and before she could turn he caught it in her eye.

"Damnit!" she said, turning around.

"Come on, baby," he said.

"Don't be mad," he said, smiling.

"Just leave me alone!" she said.

"So you came all the way out here just to tease me in that dress and you're going to leave now?" he said.

"No," she said.

"I need gas first," she said.

He laughed.

"And you need me to pump it?" he said.

"Fuck no, I'm going to do it myself," she said.

He laughed again.

"Ok, let's see this," he said, leaning back against the pump, arms crossed.

"Don't watch me!" she said.

"Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said. 

"Go ahead," he said.

She popped open the tank cover and reached in for the gas cap.

She turned it the wrong way, making a grinding sound. And turned it. And turned it.

"Ughhhh, why won't this OPEN?" she said.

He moved behind her, leaning against her back, and wrapped his left arm around her waist. He moved his right hand over hers on the gas cap.

"Because you're turning it the wrong way," he whispered in her ear.

"Don't," she whispered, making a faint move to push his left arm off.

"Let me teach you...you like when I teach you things...," he whispered.

He gently twisted open the gas cap with her hand under his, moving his left hand to her hip, pushing against her ass.

He took her hand and put it on the pump, under his, pulled it out, hit the button to start it with his elbow, and their hands together slowly slid the nozzle into her gas tank. She caught her breath.

He moved his finger over hers to start the pump. They felt the gas flow together. 

"There we go...see, that wasn't so hard...was it?" he whispered.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He buried his mouth in her neck as she lifted her left arm up and over to hook around his neck.

He could see straight down the front of her dress now and she was not wearing a bra under it. They let go of the forgotten gas pump.

He had to find out the rest. He moved his left hand down as he pushed his hardening cock against her and reached down to her bare thigh.

"You know why all your bitchy girlfriends love to cause trouble between us, right?" he whispered.

"Because they are just so jealous of how good it is. How good you get it," he whispered, his fingers teasing, touching, moving up...up...

She felt herself giving in to it and stopped, suddenly.

She turned and pushed him backward.

"No! The reason they keep telling me things is because you keep giving them material!" she said.

"You want me," he said, smiling.

"Maybe! But you do not get to fuck me tonight. You don't deserve it!" she said.

"No? And why not?" he asked, his eyes still moving over her dress.

"Because you don't deserve it," she said, quietly.

"You're still mad, eh?" he said. His amusement was infuriating. He had this look on his face like he knew he was going to win, no matter what. And it was that sneaking suspicion that he was right that made her all the more determined.

"YES, I am still mad," she said.

"So slap me, then," he said.

"Don't tempt me," she said.

"DO it," he said.

She did it.

Hard. 

"Ohhh yeah," he said.

"That felt good, didn't it..." he whispered.

"Yeah...," she said. "Yeah, it really did."

"Do it again," he said.

She slapped him across the face, hard.

He rubbed it.

"Still mad?" he whispered.

"No," she said.

And she wasn't. 

Her dress strap had slipped off on one side and she made no move to fix it. She wanted it off. She wanted his mouth, his hands all over her. 

He saw it in her eyes.

He moved against her, pushing her into the side of the car.

He opened her mouth with his and found her tongue with his, wider, deeper, hotter. His hands moved under the hem of her dress and up until he found her naked ass. 

"Oh...yeah," he whispered into her mouth.

"You're right, I don't deserve it...," he whispered.

"So how about you let me earn it instead," he whispered, moving slowly down to one knee, then the other.

She gasped.

"NO! Someone might see!" she said, looking around.

"The lights are off, and you think I give a fuck?" he smiled up at her. 

"If someone sees they can thank me after," he said.

She laughed but it caught in her throat as he moved his head under the short hem of her dress and buried his mouth in her soaking wet pussy.

Her fingers found his hair and she buried them in it tightly, gasping. His tongue was wild and hungry, his mouth working her hard and eager. He moved her left leg over his shoulder and worked his tongue deeper, deeper, finding her clit and relentlessly teasing it with his hot, wet tongue. Without warning he slid two fingers slowly inside her and moved them fast, and hard, in and out, in and out, in and out, and he heard her breathing short and raspy.

He heard and felt her cum at the same time, sweet and delicious, and he worked her harder, wanted more. 

She finally pulled at him, back up to stand in front of her.

"I can't breathe," she whispered.

It was so hot - they were both wet with sweat. He grabbed his bottle of water from the top of the pump and poured some on himself and over her, over the top of her dress, making it wet and transparent, her hard nipples pressed against the fabric.

He worked her wet nipples through the scratchy fabric with his fingers and found one with his mouth, making her back arch into him. He worked her nipple hard and fast with his tongue, making her gasp and shake. He lifted her up and onto the hood of the car, still working her with his mouth.

He pulled his mouth away, grabbing her hips in his hands. 

"Do I deserve it now?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"Fuck yeah," she whispered.

"Hmmm, are you sure?" he whispered.

She leaned up to look directly into his eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair, and in the moment of heat and silence, slapped him across the face one more time. 

He was so turned on.

"You might not. But I do," she said, smiling. 

He laughed.

"You want it?" he asked.

"FUCK yes," she said.

"What if people see?" he said, smiling.

She sat up, facing him, working on his pants.

"I don't give a fuck. Just fuck me," she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Oh...all right...if you insist," he whispered, smiling.

His hands tightened on her hips and thrust himself hard, and deep inside her.

Her back arched high in the air, dress half way down, nipples hard, hands in hair.

He thrusted hard and deep, pounding her, over and over, not slowing, not stopping, harder, getting harder, unable to stop.

"Fuck yeah, harder, oh God, harder," she whispered.

He fucked her harder now, so hard, harder than he'd ever fucked anyone in his life, watching her cum over and over, and over.

"Cum for me," she whispered.

"Oh yeah?" he said, stopping.

"YEAH," she said.

"Now?" he said.

"Right now," she said.

"Get fucking ready," he whispered.

He finished - hard and fast, so good. So hot. So relentless.

She lifted herself up to wrap her arms around him, still on the hood of her car.

After a few minutes of them just breathing, he looked down at her and lifted her face to his.

"You know, you're right - THAT? That is exactly what you deserve," he whispered, smiling.

"In fact," he said, bringing his hand back and playfully smacking her ass, "you might deserve a little more, even." 

She laughed quietly, and closed her eyes, leaning against his chest - the thumping of his heart the only soft sound she could hear in the early summer morning.



Pumped Kin



It was fast approaching Halloween, and I was really getting excited about it this year - for a very good reason. I'd had my eye on my brother's best friend Jay for a long time, and as we'd all arranged to meet at a Halloween costume party, now was the perfect opportunity to carry out my seductive plans.

I desperately wanted to lose my virginity to this handsome Adonis. With his long dark hair, athletic body (him and my brother Luke were both on the school soccer team), and hazel eyes, he was irresistible. Instead of the traditional Halloween activity of apple bobbing, little did he know that I had made plans to do my own bobbing - with my lips around his cock, for starters at least.

The night before Halloween, I found it impossible to sleep. I kept fantasizing about Jay's cock pushing into my tight virginal vagina, filling me up. I lay there rubbing my clitoris, occasionally dipping a few fingers into my sopping pussy, and orgasmed intensely. After such a blissful orgasm, I drifted into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Finally it was the big day, and my girlfriends began to arrive around lunchtime, giving us plenty of time to get ready. I'd been to the video store earlier in the morning and picked up a couple of horror classics to get us in the mood - "The Ring", "The Exorcist" and mainly because of Johnny Depp in the cast, "Sleepy Hollow." Being only 18, I was unable to legally buy any alcohol, but fortunately one of my friend's dad owned a liquor store, and she managed to smuggle out a few bottles of vodka for the fruit punch.

I'd confided in Kelly and Michelle, my 2 best friends, what I had planned, and they were going to help me make it happen. My pussy was starting to tingle at the prospect of what was to come.

Luke and Jay slumped down on the sofa to join us, watching a movie before they headed off to the pub. They helped themselves to the rather intoxicating punch to help get them into the spirit of the occasion. I looked flirtingly into Jay's eyes, and he sent some discreet "interested" signals back. Luke had hired a skeleton costume, and as they'd left it so late in the day, Jay was only able to get a gorilla outfit. We were in hysterics when he told us, but his engaging smile and bright eyes meant it really was of no consequence. Neither of them knew what we were all wearing, it was to be a surprise.

The pair of them left as they'd been roped into trick or treating for charity. The sun was dropping, so we started to get our costumes ready. Mine was a skin tight red pvc devil's outfit, similar to the one used by Bananarama in their song "Venus." It showed off my slim physique and pert breasts perfectly. Luckily my parents were out of town, they'd have never allowed me to leave the house in it. To compliment the costume, I put on my favorite lush red lipstick, black eyeliner, and some red horns, which went well with my long black hair. The red eye mask that came with the costume meant that nobody would recognize me anyway. The small silk cape gave me some modesty, but there wasn't much to be left to the imagination. If this outfit didn't get Jay to notice me, nothing would.

We arrived at the party just after dark, and being a beachside mansion, they had put together a huge bonfire which lit up the beach. The flames were 20 feet high, and the fire cast intermittent long shadows, which licked the shore. The beach was rocking, music was blaring out, people were drinking and dancing, the scene was set.

The fruit punch had made my girlfriends and I very light headed, and we started dancing provocatively in a busy area near the fire. We were soon surrounded by fellow party goers, and I somehow lost Michelle and Kelly in the throng. I was having such a fun time dancing with all these strangers, rubbing up against a few of the more attractive ones, grinding my pvc clad butt up against the crotch of a particularly large zombie.

I took a few gulps of the punch I'd brought with me, took a deep excited breath, and set about trying to find Jay. It took a while with several hundred revelers moshing around the huge fire, but finally I caught site of bones and monkey man dancing off to the side. I went up to them, and started my devilish seduction dance, stroking my hands up and down my ass and over my breasts. They clearly had no idea who I was. I went over to Jay, took his hands and placed them around me. He said something to Luke which was muffled by his mask, so he gestured for him to take a walk. Luke took the hint.

We danced for a while, and then I silently started to lead him down to the water's edge, to the shadows, away from the crowd. The noise was still deafening, so there was no point trying to have a conversation. Actions speak louder than words I thought, so I placed my hand on his furry crotch, started rubbing up and down over the fur, and could feel his penis stiffening. He let out a moan through his mask, and I knew there and then he was mine for the taking. He started to take his mask off, but I gestured for him not to, it would make it all the more fun way to lose my virginity.

I took out his now hard cock, and placed my lips around the tip. I'd never felt a real cock in my mouth before, and the warmth surprised me. He smelled musky but good, and judging by his slow thrusting and moaning, I could tell I wasn't doing a bad job of my first ever blowjob. After relaxing a little, I could even get his length down my neck a little for some throat fucking. Those evenings practicing with a banana were paying off for this lucky monkey.

I didn't want him to cum in my mouth, I yearned for him to be inside me. While still on my knees, I unzipped the bottom part of my devil's outfit, exposing my pussy to the gentle breeze. My god my pussy was soaking wet. I could tell by the glint in his eyes, that he knew just what to do as I turned around with my ass in the air. His white penis looked funny against the backdrop of his gorilla costume, however I didn't care, I wanted it.

"Fuck me, please," I mouthed, and I turned away, biting my bottom lip in heady anticipation.

He took no time at all to position himself behind me, and as if realizing my apprehension and tightness, positioned the tip of his cock gently against the entrance to my hot cunt. He eased in slowly, ever so delicately, and once I was wet enough and relaxed, I pushed my ass back against him, urging for him to be buried up to the hilt of his cock. Once he was fully in, I started getting used to the sensation, and began rocking back and forth. My pussy lips were getting tickled at the same time by his costume, but there was something primitive about the whole encounter that made it sexier.

It didn't take long with him pounding away inside me for my orgasm to build to a climax, and after a few minutes of piston like pumping, he pulled out his cock and motioned for me to open my mouth. I took his beautiful penis back into my mouth, tasting my own juices on his glistening shaft, and could feel it start to pulse. His semen was salty but tasted good, and I managed to keep most of it from spilling out, while cradling his ghoulies lovingly.

Time seemed to stand still, until we heard some other party goers approaching. We carefully did up our costumes, and made our way back to the throng of people. I saw Michelle and Kelly dancing with a couple of Jocks, and pinched Jay's bum to signal that was the end of our evening encounter. My girlfriends were excited to hear about the evening's activities, so we headed back to my place to finish the punch, get changed into our normal clothes, and share stories.

Half an hour later, my lover and Luke came back, still fully costumed, and full of themselves.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," said Jay, as he took off the skeleton mask.

It took a minute for the horror of the situation to fully dawn on me.

"I th...th...thought you were wearing the gorilla outfit tonight," I exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, well, I was going to, but it was chaffing me, so Luke and I decided to swap outfits," he said.

"Is anything wrong Sis?" asked Luke.

Michelle looked at me open mouthed, not knowing quite what to say. Kelly started grinning from ear to ear, and had to turn away.

I could still taste my brother's semen. He was totally oblivious to the fact it was me he'd been fucking earlier in the evening. It was Halloween after all, but I didn't realize I was going to end up kin pumped.

A million emotions raced through my brain. I had enjoyed fucking my own brother, my own blood. I felt ashamed. Should I tell him? Would he be disgusted? Most importantly, did I want to repeat the experience? The way my pussy was reacting could only mean one thing...



Pumped



Titus would then push forward, raising my ass off of the table, assuring the perfect angle and slide all the way back in, his pendulous balls slamming into me. 

I don't know how long we fucked and I didn't care. I was in ecstasy in the skilled hands of my black lover. 

After what could have been a hour, time was no longer important to me, Titus increased his speed and his breathing changed. I could tell he was close to cumming. He was grunting in some primal language I couldn't comprehend. He slammed into my body and his cock erupted. It spasmed inside me, showering my insides with cum. Blast after blast unloaded into my ass. I squeezed and pulled at his shaft with my ass muscles but they were spent.

Besides, Titus didn't need any help from me.

He collapsed forward onto me, his cock slipping free. I suddenly felt empty and wished him back inside me. He kissed me hard, our bodies melting together. The contrast of out bodies, our colors, soaked in sweat, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I kissed his neck and then back to his lush lips. He stood, pulling me to him and we headed towards the showers once again.

Titus turned on several shower heads and steam soon filled the large tiled room.

He turned me so that I faced the tile wall. I could feel the water pounding onto my electric skin. Titus' thick cum oozed from my well-stretched ass and down my legs, swirling away down the drain at our feet. He soaped my body gently. 

Pressing back into me, his cock stirring once again. 

I spread my legs, telling him I wanted him inside me again and with a push forward, Titus' cock slid in all the way. 

As the water beat down on us, Titus fucked me slow and hard. His cock stroking my insides and then pulling almost completely out and then driving forward again. His hand found my cock and he pumped it with one strong hand while the other played with my little hard nipples. His cock found my prostate and triggered an incredible orgasm. I exploded onto the shower wall and grunted like an animal. 

Titus bent me forward slightly and spanked my ass hard. Each cheek received numerous hard slaps and I squealed like a prom queen losing her cherry. 

I shouted at him to spank me and fuck me and whatever he wanted to do to me. 

Titus responded by slamming into my ass hard and exploding inside me. His body pressed into mine and I knew he was buried inside me as far as he could go. 

He bit my neck, marking me as his, and kissed me between my shoulder blades. I could feel his heart beating. I could hear his breathing slowing and I knew he would be pulling out of me and I grew sad.

I told him to stay inside me just a little longer. I was amazed at how much a cock whore I had become. Titus softened and his cock slipped out of me. Once again my ass felt empty but I was done, and so it seems was Titus. He stepped away from me and under a shower head. 

His eyes were closed but he was smiling. I limped to the soap dispenser and put a generous amount on my palm and walked over to my lover.

I bathed him gently from head to toe. Once again I found myself turned on by the contrast of our skin color. My hands traveled across his muscular body, covering every inch, feeling every muscle twitch under my touch.

I washed his cock, pulling the skin off the head and bathing his balls, amazed to feel how heavy they still were. I got behind him and soaped his broad shoulders, down his powerful back to his narrow waist. I spent several minutes washing his magnificent ass, feeling how strong and powerful it was. When I was done, Titus kissed me once again and rinsed under the shower head. Then he returned the favor, bathing me from head to toe, making sure to be extra careful with my well-fucked ass. He kissed my cheeks and slid in behind me. Just when I thought he would slide in back for one last ride, he spanked my ass.

I squealed and he laughed, taking my hand and leading me to our lockers.

We kissed one last time before we dried ourselves and dressed. 

We made our way through the dark gym and walked out into the night. The rain had stopped and the world looked fresh and new. 

Titus walked me to my car and before I got inside and sat down behind the wheel he took me in his arms, pulled me to him and kissed me, both hands gripping my ass. 

"His ass," I told myself. "It's his ass now. And that is fine with me. Better than fine, actually." 

I watched Titus climb into his truck in my rear view mirror and drive away. We had planned to meet at a bar just a few miles away. Before he walked away he invited me back to his place afterwards to spend the night. He told me that he wanted to wake up next to me and slide his cock into me and fuck me over and over.

I could only nod 'yes.'

He told me there was no pressure. It was just an idea. I told him I would love to but I needed to stop by my place and pick up some clothes. He grinned and said with a gleam in his eyes that for what he had planned, clothes weren't exactly necessary. 

As I pulled out of my parking space I noticed the sign above the entrance to the gym.

IRON WORKS. Pushing Your Body To A New Level.

You can say that again.



Pumping Apparatus



In my continued effort to educate myself on the many Emergency Services Professions I felt that a trip to my local fire station was in order. Not to mention the fact that the Firefighters had gotten quite a show from my trip to dispatch.

At the end of my night in Dispatch I had set-up a ride along with the Firefighters at Station 2. Like every part of the Public Safety network Firefighters have their very own language. I was scheduled to ride-along with 'B' Shift. Most departments run a three-shift rotation. Each shift is on for 24 hours and then off for 48 hours. It seems like a great way to work until you realize that there is the potential to work almost constantly for those 24 hours. When that is the case I don't think I could recover in 48 hours.

On each shift at my local fire department there is one Lieutenant and five Firefighters in the "house". 

I arrived right after dinner so the 'L.T.' and three of the Firefighters started out by showing me around. On each shift two Firefighters who are also Paramedics run on an ambulance and the rest form an Engine Company. The first thing that I was shown was Engine 18. I explained that I had always thought fire trucks were pretty cool. After the chorus of laughter died down I asked what type of faux pas I had in fact made.

"Nothing that a lot of people don't understand." The Lieutenant began. "A truck is a piece of apparatus with an aerial ladder and an engine is an apparatus without one but that has a pump, firefighting gear and ground or extension ladders." 

"Your always safe if you just say apparatus," one of the Firefighters whispered in my ear.

I smiled. Apparatus made is sound so "official" and yet kind of kinky at the same time.

Next, they began to educate me on hose. The Lieutenant explained that it's all about using the right diameter. A larger diameter is usually better for supply but that you really don't have to have a big hose to attack a fire. In the right hands a small diameter hose can work just as good if not better to put the fire out. 

I smiled. "Kind of goes along with the all the sayings about size not mattering doesn't I?" 

"Exactly," the Lieutenant smiled at me. "Sometimes putting the fire out fast isn't as much fun as getting into the right position and working hard to completely extinguish it." 

I was already getting wet, then he started talking about pumps and pump panels. I started thinking of the ways I would like to be getting pumped. He explained about the gauges, knobs and handles and was discussing 'GPM' or 'gallons per minute' when I broke in.

"Is that why most Firefighters refer to their trucks as women?" I asked, "Because they like to pump them?"

"I'm sure it has something to do with it." He smiled and the rest of the guys snickered.

As we rounded the back of the truck I pointed to the top and a tarp that covered it. 

"What's up there?" I asked.

"That," replied one of the Firefighters "is the hose bed." 

"Would you like to see it?" Another asked.

"Sure, why not."

One of the Firefighters climbed up using foot and handholds that seemed invisible to me. A second followed and then reached back to help me. The Lieutenant and the other Firefighter stayed behind to help me find the hand and footholds and then followed me up.

Once on top of the Engine they pointed out that this was where all the extra hose was stored. They were talking about hose diameters again when I decided it was time to start asking the questions that I really wanted answers to.

"So this is where they had sex in that movie – what was it called?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah." One answered. "Backdraft – it's a good movie till you've been to a few fires and safety classes." 

I wasn't quite ready to delve into that just yet.

"Have any of you ever had sex in the station?" I asked. My answer was four smiling faces. "Where?"

"Well, up here. In the Mobile Incident Command Post, in the SCBA room..." the Lieutenant started.

"The supply room is good, or the girls locker room when no females are on duty..." a second chimed in.

"The back of the ambulance, the generator room is good – no one goes in there," the next one continued.

"How about that 'guest' bathroom up by the Captain's office, or the roof – the roof was pretty cool..." the fourth one finished.

I could see that there were even more places that they weren't giving up to their buddies but it made me wonder if it was possible for one person to have sex in all of them? Wouldn't that be fun to find out?

Before I could extract any more information the Lieutenant reached over and lifted my skirt a bit. 

"I noticed when you were climbing up that you weren't wearing any panties." He began. "I was on shift the other night and got to see part of your show in dispatch ..."

It was my turn to smile. 

"You can take on a cop and a dispatcher but can you take on a whole Engine Company at once?" One of the Firefighters asked, laying down the gauntlet.

I could only smile and shrug in response.

In a seemingly choreographed move the Firefighters closed in. One took my wrists and laid me out onto the hose bed. Not being one to complain I followed along. After all hadn't I learned to cooperate when I did my ride-alongs with the cops? The next step was for them to take off my skirt and relieve me of my shirt and bra. Still I was held in place with strong hands holding my wrists above my head. Then two sets of hands spread my legs. 

"Lead the way LT" one of the Firefighters urged.

I looked down just in time to see the Lieutenant bury his face in my now dripping wet pussy. As he tasted and teased me I began to squirm. Obviously he had some experience in not only putting out fires but also building them. 

He buried his tongue in my hole and I moaned.

"No, no, no – you must be very quiet." The Firefighter that held my hands said. "Can't have the ambulance crew wondering what we are up to now can we?" 

I shook my head "no". 

The Lieutenant continued his assault on my pussy. His tongue licked and teased my clit. He used his fingers to spread the folds away and find the most sensitive spot. After a few careful strokes of his tongue I felt his tongue slip into my pussy and I tried to squirm against the hands that held my limbs. He gently nipped at my clit with his teeth and I thought I would come right then but an alarm sounded.

Everyone, including me, froze. 

The alarm consisted of two tones followed by a third higher pitched tone. A voice came over the loud speaker in the station. "Code one Ambulance request to 203 3rd Ave, Apt D-5 transport hospice patient to hospital..." As the tones and message repeated themselves the Lieutenant dove back in.

"It's an Ambulance call, we don't have to go." Whispered the Firefighter holding my hands. "I guess you're not getting off that easy."

With that he shifted so that both my wrists were held by one of his large hands and began playing with my tits. He rolled one between his thumb and forefinger causing just enough pain to take my mind off of the Lieutenant who continued his assault on my pussy.

"Hey LT, we going to get in on some of the fun or what? One of the Firefighters at my feet asked.

"Mm" he responded then lifted his head to look at me. His face was completely covered in my juice. Oh how I love a man who enjoys his work. 

He licked his lips. "Take that webbing and secure her legs to the rail." He ordered. "You do the same with her wrists."

Before long I was tied to the Engine as he had instructed. That's when the fun really began.

The Lieutenant left his post at my pussy and I whimpered until another Firefighter took his place. This Firefighter seemed just as adept as his Lieutenant. He knelt next to my leg and with one hand he spread my now swollen pussy lips apart to expose my clit. He rubbed his rough finger over it and then bent down and began teasing it with his tongue. I felt his tongue draw across it and wanted to scream. 

I tried to concentrate on the other things happening. The Lieutenant had unzipped his pants and revealed a very large cock. Well, he certainly didn't have to worry about diameter! He knelt next to me so I could take his cock in my mouth. Now, as you know I love to suck cock and this was definitely one worthy of my attentions. I took it in as deep as I could. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat and this time it was the Lieutenant that moaned with pleasure. I continued to work my head back and forth but the position was slightly uncomfortable for it. Realizing that there was a better position the Lieutenant straddled me so that his cock was positioned over my face. He began to work his cock in and out of my mouth. With each thrust he drove it deeper into my mouth till he was touching the back with almost every stroke. 

It became incredibly hard to concentrate on the task at hand. While the Lieutenant worked his cock in and out of my mouth, I felt the Firefighter that had been at my head begin his work on my tits. With one hand he held one and rubbed it between his rough thumb and forefinger the other hand and his mouth assaulted the one closest to him. He sucked and nipped at it with his teeth causing pain and pleasure at the same time. He teased both with his tongue, giving each equal time. As he released one from his mouth he gave it a little smack then started to suck on the other one. The combination of the pain and pleasure from his ministrations was enough to make me beg for mercy or for more. But my mouth was too busy.

The Firefighters at my feet were not slacking. One continued to suck my engorged clit. He would bring me close to my climax then thrust his tongue into my hole. Just when I calmed down again he would spread the folds apart and again begin working directly on the sensitive tip of my clit. I wanted so badly to come but held on

The second Firefighter at my feet slipped something cool into my ass. The violation almost took me over the edge. I was close and I couldn't hold back a moan. The Firefighter who had been eating my pussy stopped for a moment and then I felt my hips rise up slightly. Then I felt a large cock being thrust into my now incredibly wet pussy. He began pumping me for all he was worth. His buddy began to play with my clit with his fingers. It was too much. I came immediately and bucked against the straps that held me in place. I felt the Firefighter in my pussy pull out and shoot his load all over my stomach. 

As I began to recover from my massive orgasm the Lieutenant came in the back of my throat so I swallowed every drop.

They left me tied spread eagle to the Engine as they recovered and replaced their clothing. 

The Firefighter at my chest lazily spread the sticky come all over me as he rubbed my stomach and tits. He looked up at the Lieutenant. "So, LT do you think we should untie her and show her the shower? She looks a little messy from being on this dirty tarp?"

"Good idea."

I was already looking forward to working up a good lather as they began to untie me.



Pumping From Behind



Nothing better than her perfect ass meeting my thrusts.

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Pumping Gas



It's almost two o'clock in the morning and you're heading home when you realize you're low on gas. Fortunately, there's a gas station only a couple of miles down the road, easy to make it to.

You roll up and park next to the gas pump, shutting off the car and getting out. Just as you start to reach for the nozzle, you see a small import barely moving on the road heading for the gas station. You squint through the lights of the gas station and you can see someone pushing the car from behind, the headlights barely on.

You take a couple steps forward and you can see the person pushing the car. It's a woman and she's having problems pushing. You trot over to the car quickly and move behind the car, saying hello to the woman. She smiles, sweat on her forehead reflected from the lights of the station up ahead.

"Want some help?" you ask, already starting to push the car, almost doubling it's speed.

"Thanks," she replies, letting you do most of the work.

You push the car and she steers into the lot, aiming the car to the pump on the opposite side of the station from your car, since that's the easiest to reach, given the side of the car the gas tank is on.

The car comes to a halt slowly, since the power brakes aren't working. She gets back out and walks over to you as you lean against the back of the car, silently cursing people who make cars so heavy.

"Thanks again," she says, putting out her hand. "I'm Tammy." She smiled, her light hazel eyes sparkling in the lights. Her hair was light brown or maybe it was just he light. Her clothing is suggestive of a workout, tight spandex pants, a loose top and running shoes.

"Hi," you reply taking her hand. "I'm Craig. No problem with the car. I've been there a couple of times myself. It's always good to have some help, especially pushing something heavy like this." You pat the car on the trunk.

"Yeah. I'd been pushing this heap for about twenty minutes." She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Well, no wonder you're dressed for a workout," you say, indicating her clothing.

She laughs. "No, I had been working out at the gym, you know just little stuff. I got out to my car and made it about a mile before it conked out. I think the gas gauge is broken."

"Well, that sucks. Maybe you should look into getting a new car. Well, newer, anyway."

She takes on a look of mock indignation. "What? And get rid of my Ethel? No way, mister!" She leans over and hugs the car and starts laughing.

"Ethel? What kind of name is Ethel for a car?"

"Oh, yeah? What do you call your car?"

"I don't call it anything," you reply.

"Well, you're just boring then." She laughs when you start to make a comeback and fail miserably.

You think of a few things to say, but leave them unsaid. "I'll let you pump your gas. I need to do the same."

She gives you an odd look, but nods and you walk away, back to your car, scolding yourself mentally for not trying to at least get her phone number.

You walk back over to your black car, admiring its lines and sigh, swiping your card through the reader and putting the nozzle in your tank. You lean against the car and look across the lot toward Tammy. What you see makes you hard in an instant.

She's leaning in the passenger side window, her tank on that side, showing you her nicely rounded ass. The only thing you want to do is go over there and pull her pants down and give her your cock from behind. You shake your head and wait for your gas to get done.

The lever clicks off and you fill it for a few more cents to make it even and look across the lot again. Tammy is still leaning into her car through the window. 'What the hell,' you say to yourself. It's two thirty in the morning. What do you have to lose?

You walk across the lot and you can hear that Tammy is playing music. She is wiggling her ass, almost at you, as she bops to the music. With the feeling of a drunken man, ten feet tall and bulletproof, you walk right up to her and put your hand on her ass, moving it around.

Tammy turns and looks at you over her shoulder. "Took you long enough," she says, smirking back at you.

You put both hands on her ass and start massaging it, Tammy pushing back into your hands. You can tell she's not wearing any panties, so you pull her pants down and rub your fingers against her slit, feeling her getting wetter. She moans softly, barely audible above the music.

With audacity that is shocking even to yourself, you pull out your cock and stroke it where she can see. She licks her lips and shakes her ass against your hand. You move behind her and slowly push into her, watching her eyes close as you move into her. Slowly, you pull back out and just as slowly, you push back in.

She opens her eyes and shakes her head no. "Fuck me hard and fuck me fast. I want it rough."

You nod and grab her hips and start slamming into her hard and fast, just like she wants it. She leans her head down as she accepts your cock, her whole body rocking as you pump into her. She's making noises with each thrust, slowly getting louder.

Tammy starts playing with her nipples, squeezing her breasts through her shirt, her ponytail bouncing as she bumps back against you. She's pushing back against you with every thrust, her noises getting louder.

You can feel your orgasm approaching, just like hers. She is grunting now, her face turning crimson. You're on the verge just as she cries out, feeling her muscles working against you, joining her in bliss are you orgasm deep into her, slamming your hips against her firm ass.

You withdraw from her when you are done, taking a step back, catching your breath. Tammy turns around and pulls up her pants and then steps up to you and kisses you.

"Give me your cell phone," she says and you hand it to her. She punches a couple of numbers and laughs. "It looks like I'm contact number sixty-nine. That will work." She puts her number into your phone and hands it back. "Call me."

She gets into her car and drives off, waving to you. You look down at your phone and, just as she said, she's contact number sixty-nine. You hit 'Dial' and she answers quickly.

"I didn't expect you to call that fast," she says, a smile in her voice.

"Yeah, well," you say, trying to think of something to say. You see a fluttering piece of paper on the ground where she was parked. "You left your receipt here and I thought I should bring it to you. You know, identity theft and all."

She laughs. "You better get to driving, cowboy. I have a one-minute head start. You're going to have to catch me."

You jump in the car and she hangs up, you gunning the engine and quickly following.



Pumping Heat



All persons mentioned in this story were over 18 years old when they engaged in sexual activity.

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Nothing makes me happier than saving money and energy. Let me rephrase that--besides sex, nothing makes me happier than saving money and energy. So I'm going green by having an energy-efficient heat pump system installed in my house.

My son, Mark, works for a local Cincinnati HVAC (Heating, Ventilating, and Air Conditioning) company. He's worked there for several years and his specialty is geothermal heat pump systems. He says the energy savings of such a system can pay for itself in as few as five years--plus, it's good for the environment to use less energy. Since system life is around 25 years for the above-ground parts and 50 years for the in-ground parts, I plan to save a lot of money, which is important in tough economic times like these.

I'm really proud of Mark, but that hasn't always been the case. There was a time when I almost skinned him, beginning right behind his ears. That was a few days after my daughter, Tiffany, attended her senior prom.

Mark and Tiffany dated off and on, beginning in their sophomore year. My wife, Emily, to some extent encouraged them, because Mark was a smart, athletic, handsome boy, who had excellent manners that most teenage boys lacked. Mark's family, the Kraft's, lived only a few houses down the street from us, and they were good family friends. During their senior year in high school, Mark and Tiffany began going steady; they were each other's senior prom dates.

A few days after Tiffany's senior prom, I came home from work about an hour early to find the TV blaring, but the living room was empty. Then I heard some funny noises coming from the hallway. I walked down the hall to investigate and heard some giggling and moaning. The noises seemed to be coming from the master bedroom. When I looked in, I saw Tiffany and Mark naked on the bed--they had no idea I was there. Tiffany had her legs wrapped around Mark's ass, and he was frantically pumping his cock in and out of her. I saw enough in just a few seconds to bring my blood to a boil.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to my daughter?" I yelled. Immediately after I said it, I realized it didn't make sense, because it was perfectly obvious to all three of us what he was doing.

The expression on Mark's face instantly changed from one of sexual enjoyment to panicked fear; Tiffany's turned ashen. Mark pulled out of her, grabbed his clothing, and ran from the bedroom. Tiffany covered her pussy with one hand and used her other arm to cover her breasts.

"Get the hell out of here--and don't come back," I shouted, as Mark stumbled down the hall, trying to pull his jeans on while running.

"Young lady, put your clothes on and get your ass in the living room--now!"

I slammed the bedroom door with a crash that could have easily been heard from across the street. A couple minutes later, a trembling Tiffany shuffled into the living room, barefoot, wearing a pair of navy blue, school gym shorts, and a long white sweat shirt. Sobbing, she was biting her lower lip, her hands shaking uncontrollably, cowering like a spanked puppy.

"Sit down on the sofa," I ordered.

Tiffany's eyes were filled with tears; she kept them fixed on the floor near her feet, one hand over her mouth, while her chest convulsed with each sob.

"Look at me Tiffany," I stormed. "You've let Mom and me down, young lady. We trusted you. Now I come home and find you fucking Mark on my bed. What were you thinking?"

In a quavering voice she said, "I'm so sorry Daddy. I didn't..." Then she broke down in even bigger sobs.

Just as I was about to launch into a tirade about the evils of premarital sex, Emily came home from work. As she stepped through the front door, she saw Tiffany crying.

"What's the matter?"

"Tell Mom what you were doing," I demanded.

Tiffany jumped off the sofa and wrapped her arms around Emily's neck. She was bawling and mumbling incoherently. Emily just stood there and gave me a bewildered stare.

"You'd better go to your room, Tiffany," I said.

Tiffany turned and ran into her room without looking back.

Emily remained anchored to her spot in the center of the living room, "What was that all about?"

"Well, since she didn't tell you, I will. I came home early and caught Mark and Tiffany fucking on our bed."

"Oh my god. You're kidding me, aren't you?"

Emily started toward Tiffany's room, but I grabbed her arm. "No, before you talk with her, we need to talk."

We went to the kitchen and I paced back and forth while Emily sat at the kitchen table and listened. "They were both naked on our bed. Can you believe--on our bed? And Mark wasn't wearing a condom. Tiffany isn't on birth control pills is she?"

"No, I thought I'd send her to the doctor for a prescription before she started nursing school."

"She could be pregnant with his child right now. I don't know what to do."

"Calm down--don't have a heart attack. This isn't the end of the world, you know. Tiffany's about the same age as when we started having sex, except we didn't get caught. Remember?"

"Yes, but she's our daughter, and she shouldn't be doing that sort of thing."

"She's a grown woman, John. She isn't six years old anymore, you'll have to let go sometime."

I realized Emily was right, but deep inside I felt protective of her as nearly all fathers do about their teenage daughters. Tiffany had always been such a good girl--I fully expected she'd remain that way, I suppose. I hadn't paid any attention that she had grown up and was now a young woman whose sexual desires had been unleashed.

"What should we do? Should we punish her, lecture her, or not let her see Mark anymore?"

"Maybe I should just go talk with her."

Emily went to Tiffany's room and they spent more than an hour talking. When she came out, Emily said, "Tiffany's totally humiliated. She told me she'd had sex with Mark twice--once the night of the senior prom, and today. They didn't use a condom after the prom because they decided they couldn't catch a sexually transmitted disease since they were both virgins. She said he pulled out before he ejaculated. They didn't use one today because he was planning to do the same thing."

"I can't believe they're that dumb. Didn't they learn anything during their sex education class?"

No doubt that in the heat of their teenage passion, level-headed thinking was the last thing on their minds. I called Mark's home. His mother, Donna, answered and I gave her a summary of Mark and Tiffany's coupling. I heard her shout, away from the phone, "Mark, come here!" Then she said, "I'll have George get back with you," and hung up.

About two hours later, Mark was at the front door, trailed by George. Mark had a hangdog appearance, his hands thrust into his jeans pockets, a guilty, embarrassed expression on his face, his eyes focused on some insignificant item on the ground.

"Go ahead, son. Tell him," prodded George.

Mark wanted to look anywhere but at me. Eventually, in a very quiet and nervous voice, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did, Mr Jenkins. It won't happen again."

I was thinking that Mark probably wasn't one hundred percent responsible for what happened--Tiffany also seemed to be enjoying their romp on the bed--until I yelled at them.

Tiffany shut herself in her room for a couple days. I finally demanded that she come to meals and become a part of the family as she had been before "the incident," as I called it. She seemed broody and sullen for nearly a week.

It took me several days to cool down. Even though it's difficult, you have to forgive your child at some point. About a week after "the incident," I told Tiffany that we needed to talk. I sat down with her and we had a long father-daughter talk about what she wanted to do with her life. She had always wanted to be a nurse, even as a little girl.

"Tiffany, if you're pregnant, all your hopes of becoming a nurse will be dashed. You know you can't attend college if you're pregnant, and if you have a baby, you won't be able to properly care for it while you're in school. I wish you'd have thought of that before you and Mark had sex."

Tiffany sat there, giving me her lukewarm attention, her fingers fidgeting in her lap, a blank stare on her face. I know she was wishing we hadn't needed to have our talk. After I finished, I hugged her and told her I still loved her, but my forgiveness was only for this time, and that I expected it shouldn't ever happen again. She tearfully promised that it wouldn't.

After worrying for a week or so, I was happy to hear when Emily reported Tiffany had her monthly period on time.

Tiffany's graduation came and went. As the summer passed, there was a level of tension that we'd never before experienced in our family. Tiffany stopped all social activity and spent most of her time alone. Mark entirely avoided Tiffany and our house; he knew better than hang around. I believe it was at George's urging that Mark joined the Marines a couple months later. Tiffany headed off to Ohio State University in the fall of 1999 to study nursing.

Several months after Tiffany left for college, Emily said she wasn't feeling well; she'd lost weight, had abdominal pains, and some nausea, so she scheduled a doctor's appointment. Many tests later, the doctors diagnosed Emily with a Stage III cancerous ovarian tumor. They advised us the prognosis wasn't good. Their advice was for us to make out our wills and funeral plans. Emily had both chemotherapy and surgery. She tried to be strong, but several months of chemo were pure hell for her. I tried comforting her the best I could, knowing we weren't going to be together very much longer.

The hospital medical staff provided excellent care, but I'm not sure the surgery and chemotherapy were worth it; it seemed they caused as much pain as the tumor, and they only prolonged her life a month or so. In late April, Emily, my wife of 26 years, succumbed to cancer. Tiffany came home for a few days, which helped me a lot--I really needed her support at that time.

You don't know loneliness until the love of your life is gone. Day after dreary day, I came home to an empty house and stared at the four walls. Nothing interested me anymore--life didn't seem worth living. Although I wasn't aware of the depth of it at the time, I'd fallen into a deep depression. At one point I'd contemplated suicide, and I might have gone ahead with it, but for Tiffany's sake.

George and Donna had been some of our best friends and neighbors when Mark and Tiffany were growing up. Emily and Donna frequently went shopping together; George and I were on the same bowling team. The Kraft's would frequently invite our family to their house to play cards, or we'd invite them to watch football or join a cookout in the back yard. After Emily's death, they continued involving me in their social circle, but I felt I stood out like a third thumb.

The last time I spent any time with George and Donna was at a Bengals football game in early November. When, for a month or so, I didn't hear anything from George or Donna, I assumed they were busy, because we were in the middle of the holiday season. It was as if they had disappeared from the planet. Then my neighbor across the street told me he'd heard they were getting a divorce. It surprised me because they'd always seemed to be a happy couple. Donna found out George was having an affair with his 28-year old secretary. Apparently, he decided he liked young pussy better than Donna's, so Donna divorced him in 2002. Donna got the house, the second car, and alimony in the divorce settlement. George had a substantial income from his insurance business, so Donna didn't have to worry too much about her finances.

Several months after her divorce, I met Donna at the mailbox; the mailboxes in our subdivision were all placed together, at the end of the cul de sac. I hadn't seen Donna for quite awhile. Her dress was rumpled, she wasn't wearing any make-up, her hair was disheveled, and she smelled of alcohol. She didn't resemble the same well-dressed Donna I'd known for the past ten years.

I don't know why--maybe I felt sorry for her--but I asked her if she'd like to join me for dinner at a popular cafeteria in town that evening. She accepted. By the time I picked her up around six, she at least looked presentable. As we drove to town, I thought to myself that it was good to be in the company of a female again. Donna didn't talk much over dinner, but said she hadn't been out much since her divorce. I told her that I hadn't been out much since Emily died, either.

Within a month or so, we started spending more time together. First it was just going out to eat together, because we were both lonely, and it was better than dining alone. Eventually, Donna invited me to her house for dinner. Later, I asked her to my house and grilled a couple steaks in the back yard. Little by little, we found ourselves drawn closer.

I think it was sometime during the summer when Donna and I had sex the first time. It had been several years since I'd savored sex with a woman. Donna said she enjoyed it, too. In a few more months Donna and I were regularly sleeping together, either at her house or mine. We'd make love whenever the mood struck us, which sometimes turned out to be more than once a day.

During my marriage to Emily, we'd always enjoyed extended foreplay. When I started having sex with Donna, she seemed surprised when I asked to give her oral sex. She said George was never interested in it. Anyway, I must have awakened something in her, because she'd get wild in bed, having orgasm after orgasm--George never knew what he was missing. Donna said she'd never given a blowjob, but wanted to return the oral pleasure I'd given her. She learned fast, and it wasn't long until she was swallowing, like a pro.

Occasionally during our foreplay, I'd give Donna a clit massage. I'd put a few drops of lubricant on her clitoris, then I'd tease her by slowly making little circles around and around it with my index finger, but never making direct contact on her clitoris, itself. After a few minutes, she'd be begging me to make her cum. When she reached that state of sexual excitement, it would only take a few feathery touches on her clitoris and her pussy would start throbbing, and she'd have a wondrous orgasm. The inner lips of her pussy were fairly small, so when her pussy would throb, they would pull together, and then they'd open up again. It was almost like her pussy was winking at me. She'd grab the sheets with both hands, her fingers drawn into claws, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her body shaking as if she were in an earthquake. While her pussy was throbbing during her orgasm, her anus pulsed in cadence with it, and she'd make funny little noises when she breathed.

Of course after Donna was completely aroused, she wanted to fuck, and I was more than happy to oblige her. We'd fuck like there was no tomorrow. One day, when Donna and I were naked in bed, having sex, I heard, "Dad, I'm ashamed of you!"

I'd forgotten Tiffany always had a key to our house; she'd come to visit over the three-day Labor Day weekend and didn't call because she wanted to surprise me. Now it was my turn to be mortified. Donna and I must have looked pretty embarrassed trying to cover ourselves with Tiffany looking on. I was at a loss for words. I don't recall exactly what I said, but it wasn't very intelligent.

Tiffany thought we should have a daughter-father talk. She said that if we wanted to have sex, we ought to at least get married first. I told her I'd deliberate on it awhile. Donna was undecided about getting married, since she'd already been burned by George's infidelity. We agreed we'd live together for awhile, as many couples do these days, to see if our relationship worked out.

Since Donna and I shared so much of our lives, our children came up often in conversations. Donna would mention something about Mark and I'd tell Donna what Tiffany had been doing. By 2003, Mark had achieved the rank of corporal and Tiffany was a junior in college. Now that Donna and I were in a relationship, the world seemed a little brighter somehow, and Donna had given up alcohol.

Although I truly missed Emily, Donna greatly eased the pain of her loss. Sometimes I even called her Emily, by mistake. She'd laugh and correct me. On several occasions, she forgot and called me George. However, we soon fell into a familiar routine with one another; I began learning her likes and dislikes, as she learned mine. The only unease I found with Donna was her concern for Mark.

In early 2004, Donna told me Mark's unit had been sent to Iraq. Donna was extremely worried about him, as well she should have been. In April of 2004, Donna received a letter from Mark saying his battalion was going to support several other Marine units at a town named Fallujah. A few days later, Donna received a phone call from a Navy chaplain that Mark had been wounded in combat and had been flown to Germany to recover. All she knew was that he'd received shrapnel lacerations during a battle, had been unconscious, and his hand was injured.

Donna was beside herself, tormented by all sorts of grim thoughts about Mark's condition, until Mark, himself, called several days later. His right hand had been amputated at the wrist from battle injuries. He said he'd had a concussion and a cut above his eye where a chunk of metal hit him. All his other injuries were relatively minor, according to him, although Donna found out later that he had numerous other flesh wounds on his body.

A few weeks went by, and Mark came back to the US on an Air Force plane and was sent to a military hospital in New Jersey. Donna flew there to meet him and spend some time together for a couple weeks. While Donna was visiting him, Mark was awarded the Bronze Star and Purple Heart medals for his service in Iraq.

During the time Donna was on the east coast visiting Mark in the hospital, I was attending Tiffany's college graduation, proud that she'd completed her studies. With her degree, Tiffany was eligible to take the national nursing licensing exam. She had become a confident, smart young woman. I thought to myself that she had come a long way since the unpleasant day of "the incident."

After graduation ceremonies at Ohio Stadium, I took Tiffany to a nice restaurant to celebrate. Over our meal, she told me she eventually wanted to get a pediatric nursing job somewhere near home. I mentioned Donna had gone to visit Mark in the hospital. Tiffany hadn't heard about Mark's injuries, but seemed concerned when I told her. I asked if she had any feelings toward Mark, and she said she wasn't sure, since it had been five years since she'd last seen him. The way she acted, I thought I sensed a spark of interest, but didn't push her anymore on that subject.

After Mark was fitted with a prosthesis, he was transferred to the Cincinnati VA Hospital for further therapy and rehabilitation. I accompanied Donna on one of her trips to visit him. My first meeting after all those years was a little awkward. I reached out to shake his hand, and he led with his left. I'd almost forgotten that he had a prosthesis on his right one.

One of the first things he said to me was, "Mr Jenkins, I really want to apologize about what happened the day you caught Tiffany and me together in bed. I've grown up a lot since then."

"I know you have Mark--I've forgiven you and Tiffany."

We talked for a little while about the Marine Corps. He didn't seem to want to talk about Iraq, so I changed the subject and mentioned what had happened in the neighborhood since he'd left a few years ago. I asked if he was dating. He said that he'd dated a number of women since he graduated from high school, but hadn't met anyone whom he liked as much as Tiffany.




Pumping Heat



I told him that, as far as I knew, Tiffany didn't have a boy friend. When I gave him Tiffany's phone number, he thanked me and said he'd give her a call.

Although Donna remained concerned about Mark, I sensed she was greatly relieved to have him back from Iraq. Shortly after he arrived home, he began using his GI Bill benefits by enrolling in vocational rehabilitation training; his chosen career field was in HVAC. He wanted what he called a "green collar job," so he specialized in geothermal heat pump systems. It seems to be a career with a solid future.

Being in the construction trade myself, I knew several companies were looking for good help. After he completed his training, I introduced Mark to the owner of an HVAC company who was searching for someone who had skills like Mark's. Mark was hired on the spot, and he's been working full-time there ever since.

Mark and Tiffany finally renewed their relationship after all those years and began dating again. In a matter of months, they became engaged, having decided they couldn't live without each other. Donna and I concluded the same thing, so we decided to get married, too. We set our wedding date for September of 2005. After the wedding, Donna permanently moved in with me, leaving her house vacant.

Mark and Tiffany married the following April. Since Donna's house was vacant, she had it repainted, then deeded the property to the newlyweds. Now we live only a few doors away from our children.

Last fall, Tiffany stopped taking her birth control pills. Around Valentine's Day, she excitedly announced that she's pregnant. Then last week she called and said her ultrasound shows she's carrying twins. Donna and I are looking forward to spoiling our grandchildren--one for each of us.

I tried to draw out Tiffany's future twin's family tree. There's a knot in it that I can't resolve, because Mark is my son as well as my step-son. Tiffany is Donna's daughter-in-law and also her step-daughter, too. Confusing, isn't it? I joked with Donna that Mark and Tiffany, being my daughter and step-son, have an incestuous relationship. When Mark and Tiffany's babies arrive, they will only have one set of grandparents.

It's interesting how things change over time. I'd have killed Mark if he'd gotten Tiffany pregnant ten years ago; now I'm happy that he did.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm extremely proud of Mark--Tiffany too, for that matter. As I write this, Mark is still installing heat pumps. He pointed out that as of December 1, 2009, homeowners who install geothermal heat pumps with the ENERGY STAR rating are eligible for a 30 percent federal tax credit. Did I mention that I've hired him to install one in our house?

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