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Take It

By: TheRavensRegent



My first submission to this site- please, by all means, I encourage you to comment on this. Good, bad, any input is much appreciated and lets me develop into a better writer –The Author

It was morning. The sheets, once smelling of whatever detergent, was neutral- in fact, it smelled a bit...masculine.

As well it should, considering that there was a naked man sleeping peacefully, a slight smile playing on his lips. He looked no older than thirty or so. His body was curled around a stocky sleeping figure.

That would be me.

I was awakened by a rather full bladder and a hard, wet, and stiff tool jabbing between my thighs. I smiled with my eyes still closed, and his arm over me, grasping my chest in his grip.

"After all that happened last night, you're still hard as a rock?" I thought to myself.

I slowly opened my bleary eyes. Even without my glasses on, I could make out the clock radio; 1:43 pm.

"Well, that makes sense; he didn't finish with me until around 4 or so in the morning..."

I looked around the bed, and could see bits and pieces of the night before. A half-used bottle of lubricant- the good stuff, I could tell. My jock strap that I had worn, my silk boxer shorts, my regular boxer briefs, my belt, a digital camera- of which I'm sure the memory card was full of pictures- each more explicit than the last.

"I'll have to put those pictures on my laptop sometime today, if he'll give me a break to do it", I thought to myself. We had the room till Sunday at noon, which meant another whole day of doing nothing.

I shifted slightly and my skin crackled. It was then I realized how much cum was really on me. My stomach was scaled in it, and it was covering my ass all over, matting the mild hair on me. He shifted slightly, and I felt the wetness between my legs. Still very warm and very hard. God, there must have been more than I thought. I tasted it still on my tongue- slightly salty with a tang to it, not all together unpleasant, but I'm sure if I had talked to someone they would have picked up on it right away.

I was awake by now and very hard myself. It had been an exhausting night, one in which I had many barriers broken- both physically and mentally. The taste on my breath and the slickness inside of me, where his cock had ravaged and owned me for the first time ever, testified to those shattered barriers.

I was shocked I could still be hard. After all he had drawn out of me; I was amazed my body could still find a desire for more. Perhaps I was more insatiable than I gave myself credit for.

What was even more astounding was how he could still be hard. He must have fed me so much cum that a DNA test may very well have shown I was a relative! But there he was, a hard maroon head poking between my thighs- it looked like I had two cocks!

I knew that more was to ensue tonight, but as it was now 2:04 in the afternoon, I wanted to get started on cleaning myself up. A dirty slut was fine, but a dirty, unclean and smelly slut- well, it was only a certain type of guy who was into that. I didn't take him for one, but the night was full of surprises- who knew?

I eased myself from his embrace- he had fallen asleep with one hand cupping my breast and nipple- I'm a bigger guy, it only follows that I be endowed. I didn't mind- my nipples were sensitive and I've always loved watching a woman titty-fuck a guy. I moved his hand and threw the sheet over him to replace my warmth. It wasn't much, and the sheet was sticky in places.

I padded buck naked, with a hard-on bouncing around, to the bathroom. I relieved myself of my bladder and shook the last couple drops out- keep the pipes clean. I admired my body in the mirror. I wasn't much to look at. I was a chubby guy, had a stomach and what amounted to titties on a guy- each ending in a pretty sensitive nipple. But I did think I had a cute face and my lips were my favorite feature- I had to admit, they were pretty nice. I wasn't excessively hairy- just as much as a regular guy would expect. I tried to keep myself trimmed and I think my hair added definition to myself. I noticed cum trails from my mouth, from where his prodigious loads had leaked out, as well as cum streaks on my stomach, most likely from me.

The memory of the taste made me hard again and I turned to my shower. I cranked the dial to hot- I'm not a fan of scalding, just enough to fog up the bathroom. I stepped in the bathtub and let the water hit me. It liquefied the dry, scaled on cum and washed it away. The water was extremely warm and I rubbed my hands all over me. I turned around and started to soap myself, being sure to hit my cock, my balls, and my freshly fucked asshole, along with all the other parts of me. I even got out my special body wash and applied it very liberally- I mean, this is the reason why they had it! I let it wash off of me and did my hair. The water felt good against my head, and it was very conducive to thinking. I leaned my head against the wall and started to drift out of consciousness- not to sleep, but that halfway mark where everything feels sort of like a dream.

I awoke to a rush of cold air as the shower curtain was ripped open. My back was turned to it, my head against the opposite wall, so the rush of air hit my bare, wet ass first. I felt a strong hand reach out and grab my head, covering my mouth and another one reach across my stomach and pull me- my feet sliding in the tub- toward the edge.

I panicked- what the fuck was this? I thought surely this was a dream- a day dream gone a bit awry and my subconscious playing tricks with my head. It was made all too real when I felt a strong powerful rod start prodding and jabbing my ass. I heard an unfamiliar voice, a deep and very manly voice whisper;

"You fucking slut, you're mine now. Lean forward and do as you're told, or I swear to God, this will hurt you more than it will hurt me".

I did as I was told, leaning forward as I felt a hand constrict around the back of my neck- hard and firm, enough to tell me I wasn't going anywhere.

It happened suddenly, and obviously he was well prepared. He shoved two fingers deep into my ass and started to twist them around, his fingers thick and cold with what felt like lubricant. He withdrew them and replaced it with something much bigger, harder, and slicker.

It hurt sliding in- I was still a relative virgin, even though I had my ass devoured last night by a very manly tool. I felt a soft cushion as his balls and slight patch of hair bumped my ass at last. I moaned and groaned, but that hand held me tight, and every time my voice rose in complaint, it slapped my cheek.

He withdrew and slammed back into me. I lurched forward, pushed by a force taking me from the inside. I heard heavy, labored breathing as it withdrew and slammed me again. This wasn't normal- who was he? Had he overpowered my lover and came in here to claim whatever prize was in the shower?

I moaned again and turned into the slap to take the sting out. It obviously shocked him, as he clocked the back of my head and told me to shut the fuck up.

"Fuck you"

"No, I'm the one fucking you, and as long as my cock is in that sweet tight ass of yours, you will do as I say, do you understand me, you fucking little cunt?"

He slammed his cock into me for emphasis and I nodded meekly. I'm a big guy, but he easily overpowered me.

He kept on going, servicing himself using my tight little love canal as his personal fucktoy. In between my moans and groans- and subsequent threats and strikes- he started to paddle my ass until it was raw and red, the slap echoing in the confined tile bathroom.

"Fuuuuuck, this isn't supposed to feel good- what the fuck is wrong with me?" one part of me asked. But a voice spoke in my head "Because you're a little gay faggot who loves a big shaft in his ass now, taking what belongs to another man. Admit you little slut, you fucking love it".

The voice started to rise, as each of his strokes got faster and faster. "You love it. You love it. Say 'you love it'. You love it, you little cunt, admit it". I started arguing "I'm being fucked by a strange cock, I don't love it- this is rape." It simply retorted "Its sex. It's hard, rough, slick and forceful. This is what you love; now take it like a little slut"

I gave in.

"Fuck me, c'mon, give me what you got. You call that a stroke- c'mon, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. That's it, really punish me. Grab my hair and pull my head back, show me who's boss, you fucking pussy. Do you take that sort of talk from your fucking cunts? I didn't think so!"

That must have been his breaking point- he slapped my face so hard that my ears rang and then proceeded to do the same on my ass. This wasn't playful, this was meant to punish. My ass stung on each strike, and I can tell from his grunts that he was close. He was going to breed and seed my slut ass- there would be no pulling out, no loving blowjob with me slurping up his seed. No, he was going to do me like a real whore- with no concern where he put his seed.

He slapped me one last time, and my ass burned. He pulled my hips close to him and bucked and moaned. I could feel bolt after bolt of hot cum deposit itself deep in my bowls. I would guess that he was eight or so inches, but I could be wrong. After a while, you can't really tell. God, he came like a cannon though- at least four squirts and then what felt like a dribble. He slapped my ass in appreciation and pushed me off. I fell against the wall, catching my breath and heaving.

"Well, he's fucked me, what now?" I felt fear. Is this the end of me? Shit- well, at least I died knowing a strong man's touch. "Die? Jesus Christ, did he just fuck the brains literally out of you? Fight! Run! Get the fuck out of there and preserve your sorry ass!" I rose and turned to face my attacker for the first time. It had been so sudden, so forceful, that I hadn't seen who was violating me.

It was him.

His eyes smiled kindly and lovingly, and he leaned forward, gently grabbing my cock and rubbing it as he shut off the water. He led me out of the shower, and toweled me off, focusing on my ass which was, by now, leaking warm cum. He kept kissing my lips, and whispering into my ear, things like "You were so hot." "God, you're as cute being forced to fuck as you are giving yourself to me", and "That was so hot for me, was it as hot for you, baby?"

He led me; still grabbing my cock like it was a lead, to the bed and laid me back. He lay up beside me on his side and started to trace circles on my chest and stomach. He looked into my eyes and said

"Fantasy fulfilled?"

I gasped and realized that I had told him that I'd always fantasized about being taken in the shower- ever since college. I smiled, laughed and kissed him deeply and passionately, moaning slightly as I turned over and started to rub onto him, rubbing his cock with my hands, trying to find a way to thank him for what he did for me. He kissed back and took my hand gently, but firmly and started to guide it, grasping his growing shaft and rubbing it.

"Baby, you served me this morning and I fucked you last night. Tonight, I'm going to show you how a man makes love to another man. Of course, you're not off the hook- I'm still going to fuck your brains out of your cute little head".

I smiled, whimpered and rolled over onto him so that my cock and his rubbed together and whispered, "Anything you want, babe".

Take It!



Kendall smiled as Jeni arched her back even further, displaying herself brazenly. She was bound at the wrists, and she posed on hands and knees before him. He was awestruck at the sight of her-- both her flower and fruit offered to him. He ran the back of his hand down the curve of her ample butt, teasing her freshly shaved labia with his fingers.

This is mine?

Mmm-hmm.

And this?

--as he quickly swirled his tongue around her exposed anus.

It's all yours Bebe.

Kendall drizzled almond oil directly on Jeni's asshole. He loved how it puckered as the thick liquid flowed down over her sex. Kendall cupped one hand beneath her pudenda, and massaged the oil into her eager pussy. He ran his other hand over her buttocks, leaving her skin shining. Kendall began to penetrate Jeni's hot vagina with his thumb-- all the while rubbing and stimulating her clitoris with his reaching fingers. She purred like a cat, and leaned into his hands greedily.

As Jeni began her slow crescendo to her first orgasm, Kendall wet the anal beads with his mouth, and abruptly pushed the first few beads into her anus. She bucked against his hand, and he felt her clitoris perking under the pressure of his palm.

You thought I'd forgotten these eh?

He tugged teasingly at the beads, nearly pulling one back out, but then pushed three more inside her. He began working the beads in and out of her-- three in, four out, two in, while his other hand clutched at her intensely, his thumb and fingers squeezing together, from inside and out-- pushing and pulling with increasing urgency.

Come for me Bebe--

Kendall could tell Jeni was very close-- he plunged the anal beads deeply into her until just a single bead protruded from her juicy butthole like a pearl button. His left hand penetrated and caressed her mercilessly. His right hand ran quickly over her feverish body-- squeezing her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and grabbing her slippery buttocks. He leaned in close to her ear and murmured again--

Come for me, come, come

Just as Jeni gave herself over to her orgasm-- as she called out his name and twitched uncontrollably, Kendall leaned down, grasped the last peeking bead with his teeth, and pulled them all out quickly. At the same moment, as he straightened up, he drove his ready penis into her-- stroking deep and hard into her convulsing vagina. Unable to resist, he penetrated her anus with his thumb, and as he pumped his cock violently inside her, he probed her rectum, and squeezed the shining lushness of her ass in his strong hands. He gave her a few stinging slaps on her butt, making her grunt with surprise. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back-- forcing her to arch her back even more severely. Her mouth hung open, and her breasts swung in time with his savage rhythm. 

Jeni had lost track of time-- gave herself over totally to the animal intensity of their coupling. She was aware of nothing but the wet fire she felt as she came again. Kendall continued to fuck her as hard as he could-- as if trying to lift her knees off the bed with his straining cock. He was breathing hard, and she felt flickers of his sweat on her body and she could hear his stomach slapping against her butt. She realized he was about to come, when suddenly he pulled out of her vagina and pushed his shining glans against her butthole-- urgent and inquiring.

Do you want it?

Yes-- Yes!

Ask me nice!

Please! Fuck my ass! Take it!

She didn't wait-- she pushed herself back onto his shaft, reaching. Jeni felt Kendall gasp at the sensation of her anus suddenly so tight around him, he only managed a few quivery strokes-- enough to get himself completely inside her, and then he exploded in orgasm, churning deeply within her as he came. She shuddered with him-- her arms collapsing, stunned by the intertwined pain and pleasure of his cock throbbing deep inside her tender ass. 

Jeni lay with her breasts crushed against the sheets, sobbing for breath. She felt the last few pumps of Kendall's semen enter her. He leaned on her as he caught his breath and balance. Her wrists were sore from pulling against her bindings, and her legs would just barely hold her up. Kendall withdrew himself from her, rolled her over onto her back, so that her tied wrists crossed above her head. Jeni was relieved to be able to lay back and relax. She had held that one position for a long time. Her mouth was as dry as her pussy was wet. Her face was flushed and red and her eyes wide with adrenaline. Her violated asshole clenched involuntarily,and she felt a trickle of cum escape her. She expected Kendall to undo her bonds, and maybe offer her a drink of water, but instead, he spread her legs wide and smiled--

You didn't think I was done with you yet did you?

Then without any fanfare Kendall bent his head to her swollen vulva, and began to lick her clitoris, with just the tip of his tongue. In her hyper-stimulated state, Jeni reacted like she had received an electric shock, but Kendall just growled low in his throat and held her down, and kept licking. She arched against him and moaned--

Oh God-- I don't think I can take any more.

but she did...



Take It



I'm not in the mood for small talk. You look so fucking good,  I want to take you up against the wall. Hard.

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Take It for the Team



"That was a wonderful dinner, Babe," Bryan said as he pushed his chair back from the table. "Why don't you to take your bottle of wine and go relax in the front room? I'll clean up." He started gathering dishes from the table.

"You don't need to do that, Babe," Sandy replied. "I can get to it later."

"I'm sure you and Bethany have things that you want to catch up on," he responded. "It will only take me a few minutes and it won't ruin my manliness."

Bethany laughed. She had been eager to laugh at everything remotely funny that Bryan said. Bryan was enjoying the attention and continued to try to put forth his best stuff to make her laugh. She was even more flirtatious after her and Sandy had started the second bottle of wine. "I doubt there is anything that would hurt your manliness," Bethany said.

"You two get out of here," he said. He poured the last of the second bottle into their wine glasses and set it alongside the first on the counter.

"I still have my uniforms," Sandy said. She stood and took up her glass of wine.

"I'll bet you can still fit into them too," Bethany said. "You're still looking good, San."

"I doubt it," Sandy replied. "I'm nearly the size of a cow. But you are still as gorgeous as you were in college." The two of them started down the hall with their wine glasses in hand. Sandy opened the door to the guest room and went to the closet. She reached in and pulled out one of the uniforms covered in clear plastic. She held it up in front of her.

"Oh my god!" Bethany exclaimed. "I always loved that one."

"Me too!" Sandy replied. "We looked good in this one. We were the hottest little things, weren't we?" She laughed and Bethany joined her.

"Girl, you better believe it," Bethany said. "I still think that will fit you. Try it on."

"No. It would be so embarrassing if it didn't fit," Sandy replied.

"It will fit," Bethany assured her.

"Only if you try one on," Sandy said.

"Nothing you got is going to fit this old moose," Bethany objected.

"You're smaller than me," Sandy replied. "I'll bet you're the size I was in college." She pulled out three more uniforms and held them up. They giggled as they admired each one. Sandy picked out one of the three and handed it to Bethany.

"I'm telling you, this isn't going to fit," Bethany objected.

"Well, if you're going to make me try one on, then you'll have to try one on too," Sandy reasoned. She started giggling. "Let's put them on and go do a routine for Bryan."

"That would be hilarious," Bethany agreed. "Oh my god, I hope I can fit into this thing."

"You change and I'll meet you right back here and we'll get something ready for Bryan," Sandy directed. She took the first uniform and slipped across the hall to the bathroom and changed into the uniform. The bright red skirt with white trim and the red top that stopped just a few inches below her breasts did fit, though it was a little more snug over her breasts. It was good to know that the only place she'd gained was in her breasts. She looked down the hall toward the kitchen as she came out of the bathroom. Bryan was still in the kitchen. She slipped silently across the hall and into the guest room. She pushed the door closed behind her and looked at Bethany. Bethany was wearing a similar uniform, but white with red trim. It popped with bright contrast against her dark, chocolate skin. Bethany had long, trim legs that formed a tight, round butt at the top. The skirt only accentuated the roundness. Her abs were tight, smooth and flat and she had moderate breasts, but the top made them stand out and shaped them perfectly. Her hair was shoulder length and straight and it framed a round face with large, dark eyes and thick lashes. Her lips were full and bright red. Her nose was round and cute. She stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door and adjusted the uniform.

"Girl, you look hot," Sandy giggled.

"You're looking pretty good yourself," Bethany replied. Sandy was almost a polar opposite in skin color. Her skin was creamy, white and the red popped in contrast to her skin tone as well. She was a little bit shorter, but had trim legs as well. Her butt wasn't as round and pronounced, but it still had a cute little tuck. Her waist was also tight, smooth and flat and her breasts moderate in size. Sandy had bright, red hair that reached to her ass and framed a round face with a moderate sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her blue eyes were piercingly intense when she looked at you. Her nose was a cute little button and her mouth had thin, pink lips. Bethany turned and started checking her out.

"I think the only place it is a little bit snug is in my boobs," she said.

"If you're going to get bigger, that's the place to get bigger," Bethany giggled. "I didn't put on the bloomers," she confessed.

"Me neither," Sandy said. "We'll give Bryan a little thrill. So what do you have on underneath?"

"Just this," Bethany answered. She bent over and raised the back of her skirt. The hot pink, lace strap of a thong split her two, round, smooth cheeks and a little pink triangle peeped out from between her legs.

"Oh my god, I have on the same one," Sandy giggled, turned around and flipped up her skirt. They both laughed and stood in front of the mirror looking at themselves.

"We haven't changed much," Bethany said.

"It's only been about six years," Sandy answered. "We'll see if we can do this in 20 years. Now we need the shoes. Come on." Sandy took Bethany's hand and led her out into the hall. They looked toward the kitchen where they could hear Bryan still cleaning up. They moved quietly down the hall to the master bedroom. They opened the door and went through the bathroom to the large closet with the small dressing suite that had mirrors all around. Sandy's shoes were displayed along one wall.

"Damn, you have some nice shoes, Girl," Bethany exclaimed. "Your man must be doing alright."

"I buy my own shoes," she said and pushed her lip out in a fake pout. "We use his money for everything else," she laughed. "Let's go with the boots. You take the white ones and I'll take the red ones." They each sat on the little dressing bench and pulled on their boots. The boots reached to the knee and had wide, three inch heels. They stood back and admired their look in the mirrors.

"I always loved it when you would wear that red choker with that outfit," Bethany said.

"I have it right here," Sandy answered. She opened a drawer in the jewelry chest and pulled it out. It was made of red velvet.

"Let me do it," Bethany said, taking the choker and stepping up behind her. Sandy pulled her hair to one side and tilted her neck so that Bethany could put the choker on her. Bethany slipped it around her neck. There was a charge of electricity that went through her as she touched Sandy's soft, white skin. When she had attached the choker she kissed her softly on the neck while looking into the mirror. Their eyes locked onto each other in the mirror. Bethany kissed her softly again behind her ear, watching for a reaction from Sandy. "Do you remember what we used to do?" Bethany whispered.

"Yes," Sandy answered softly. "It's been a long time."

"But you still taste like a sweet strawberry," Bethany purred as she continued to kiss her neck. Sandy started caressing her breasts seductively watching Bethany kiss her neck. She let out a soft sigh.

"I love your full, wet lips on my skin," Sandy whispered. "They make me tingle all over." Bethany began rocking her hips into Sandy's ass. She reached around and grabbed the front of her thighs and pulled Sandy into her. Sandy gasped and then groaned softly. One of Bethany's fingers moved around to softly caress Sandy's pussy through the lace of her thong. "Oh my god, your touch is delicious. I want you to lick my pussy like you used to." She sat down on the dressing bench, spread her legs and pulled back the pink lace to reveal her wet pussy. The lips were a soft pink color and swollen so that they begged to be kissed and licked. Bethany was on her hands and knees in front of her instantly. Sandy held the pink panel out of the way with one hand and opened up her pussy with the other. Bethany put her tongue in the opening and began licking her softly. "Oh my god," Sandy moaned. She gasped at the feel of Bethany's tongue on her. Bethany made long slow strokes covering the entire length of her slit, pausing for a moment when she reached the clit to give it some extra attention. She started flicking her tongue across her clit and Sandy closed her eyes and let the feeling of the warm expert tongue tingle throughout her body.

Bryan had finished cleaning the kitchen. He had heard the girls giggling down the hall and came to the master bedroom to see what they were up to. As he started through the door between the bedroom and bathroom he heard Sandy's deep guttural moan. He knew that sound, stopped and peeped around the corner. Inside the dressing suite he saw Bethany on her hands and knees in a cheerleader skirt. Underneath he could see her dark, chocolate thighs and the roundness of her cheeks. He could see a hot pink triangle of lace between her legs that was very inviting. Sandy's head was back against the wall and her eyes were closed. Her face was rapturous from Bethany's tongue licking her pussy. Bryan was instantly hard watching this scene play out before him. He slipped his jeans down and pulled out his cock. He started stroking it slowly as he watched them. Sandy let out a long, deep moan followed by several, quick gasps as she announced that she was cumming. When she had finished writhing in ecstasy she opened her eyes. Bryan slipped back around the door frame. He wasn't sure if she had seen him or not.

"My turn," Bethany whispered. The two traded places and Sandy went down on her hands and knees in front of Bethany. She had caught a quick glimpse of Bryan in the doorway stroking his cock. He'd pulled back and hidden behind the door frame, but she had caught him. When she was in position between Bethany's legs she flipped the back of skirt up over her ass. She lowered her mouth to the hot, wet slit that Bethany was holding open for her. The contrast of the dark, chocolate skin and the even darker lips against the hot pink inside her opening had always driven Sandy crazy. It was incredibly warm and wet inside as Sandy lowered her tongue into the opening and began to lick her. As she did so, Bethany let out a long, low moan. "Oh shit yeah, just like that," she groaned. She caught a brief glimpse of Bryan's head peeping around the corner of the door frame and then ducking back again. It turned her on thinking that the husband of the woman licking her pussy was watching them. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the wall as Sandy's mouth found her clit and started sucking on it.

Bryan peeped around the corner with greater caution this time. He was almost certain he had been caught, but neither had made any sort of response. When he looked this time he saw that Bethany's eyes were closed. He stepped out a little more boldly to watch them stroking his cock. His wife's creamy ass was in the air with the hot pink thong that matched Bethany's inviting him as well. He watched his wife's had moving up and down between Bethany's dark, chocolate thighs. The contrasting colors of creamy white, dark chocolate, red and pink all blending together in a seductive dance to the melody of low, soft moans and gasps was making him rock hard. He happened to glance at the mirrors in the dressing suite and caught Sandy's bright, blue eyes watching him stroke his cock while she flicked her tongue across Bethany's clit. There was no denying that he had been caught watching. Sandy extended a finger and beckoned him forward then she used the same finger to pull aside the pink lace between her legs. Bryan did not hesitate any longer. He moved into the room sliding out of his jeans and leaving them behind. He moved up behind Sandy, went to his knees and slowly moved his cock up and down between her full, wet pussy lips. Bethany heard him enter the room and looked up at him and smiled, watching him position himself behind Sandy's creamy, white ass. He pushed his cock slowly into his wife's warm, moist pussy. She moaned with pleasure as she felt him slide into her.

"Oh yes, fuck her," Bethany whispered. She moved her fingers from her pussy and leaned forward so that she could undo the zipper of the white top. She pulled it off of her shoulders and her dark, chocolate breasts with the even darker nipples fell free. She began caressing them and pinching the nipples while she held eye contact with Bryan. "Oh god, yes, you lick my pussy so good," she moaned.

Bryan's excitement was increasing by the moment. He was watching his wife slurping away on the wet pussy of Bethany, while Bethany played with her nipples and he was watching his cock slide in and out of Sandy's wet pussy. Her creamy, white ass was pushing back into him more aggressively as she heard Bethany's moans from the pleasure she was giving with her tongue. Bryan's rhythm and the depth of his thrusts increased. His thrusts were causing Sandy's mouth to be rammed into Bethany's clit. Sandy was holding on tight with her arms wrapped around Bethany's thighs and while his thrusts pushed her tongue and mouth hard against Bethany's clit. Bethany was holding her breath and she had locked Sandy's head into her pussy with her hands. When she gasped for air she screamed. "Oh shit, I'm cumming, oh god, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed and let go of deep guttural moans in time with the waves of her orgasm.

"Oh my god, yes!" Sandy screamed. "I'm cumming too!" Bethany's orgasm caused a chain reaction. With her face buried deep in Bethany's pussy and Bryan's cock ramming her deep and hard her arousal shot through the roof and the result was the release of waves of hot pleasure radiating through her body beginning at Bryan's cock and rippling out to make her entire body tingle.

When the two finished their orgasms, Sandy pulled away from Bryan's cock and stood. "Follow me," she said. She led them into the bedroom, wiggled out of her hot pink, lace thong and laid back on the edge of the king sized bed, pulling Bethany down on top of her. The two of them were instantly locked in a deep passionate kiss. Bryan reached up, flipped Bethany's skirt up over her ass revealing her tight, dark chocolate booty. He pulled the thong down over her round ass and off of her legs. Bethany was grinding her mound into Sandy's while they kissed. Their pussies were touching at the clit as they rubbed each other. Bryan moved up the edge of the bed with his legs on either side of the two of them and slipped his cock down between Bethany's ass cheeks and across her wet, warm pussy. The head of his cock slipped all the way down to the hot, moist opening of Sandy's pussy. He stroked up and down holding his cock tight against the two of them feeling the warm wetness of them both on the length of his shaft and mixing their pussy juices together on his cock. It was just a tease for his cock and looking down at Bethany's tight, round ass made him want to sink his dick inside of her. He pushed the head between her dark lips and into the hot pink, wet hole. She was tight and she was very warm and wet inside. He made slow, long strokes wanting to feel every inch of Bethany's delicious, tight pussy on his cock. Bethany gasped as he entered her.

"Oh, Girl, your man has a delicious, big, thick cock," she moaned in Sandy's ear. "It feels so good inside of me."

"Fuck her, Baby, fuck that tight, round, chocolate ass," Sandy called out. "Oh my god, I can feel you thrusting down into her." Bryan's thrusts inside of Bethany were pushing their mounds together and they circled their hips in different directions on each other blending the thrusts with the rubbing of their clits together.

"Oh shit, that feels good," Bethany screamed. "Deep and hard, Baby, deep and hard!"

Bryan was thrusting deep and hard into her warm, wet sheath. His hips were slapping hard against her ass. Her moans blended with the moans of his wife drove him even harder into her. He was slamming her hard and fast. Suddenly Bethany pulled her ass forward off of him.

"Fuck your wife too!" she called out. Bryan pulled Sandy's ass up toward him and slipped his cock inside of her, driving deep inside of her sheath. Bethany's firm, round ass was pushing against his stomach as he thrust into his wife's pussy below her. It was the best of both worlds. His wife's pussy, hot and wet on his cock and another woman's tight round ass to look at while he fucked her. He thrust deep and hard into his wife several dozen times and then moved pulled out of her to push his cock back into Bethany. "Oh shit," she moaned.

"Fuck her, Baby, fuck her 'til she cums," Sandy cried out.

Bryan was thrusting into her hard and deep. Bethany let out a deep guttural moan that turned into a high pitched scream. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum," she screamed. Bryan felt a tightness building in his balls and he could feel his milk building up pressure as well.

"I'm going to cum too," he bellowed. He was thrusting deep inside of her, hitting her back wall with the head of his cock. His balls were slapping her clit and his hips were making a loud smack against her ass.

"Cum inside of her, Baby," Sandy called out. "Shoot that hot cream deep in her pussy. Come on, Baby, fuck her deep and fill her up!"

Bryan thrust deep and hard gritting his teeth and holding his breath in order to hold back the milk that was moving up through his shaft. Bethany was screaming and trembling as she let go of her orgasm. Her pussy tightened when she came and squeezed down on his cock. It was all that he could take and he released a long stream of cream deep inside of her moaning as he felt it rushing out the head of his cock into her hot, wet hole. His waves of milk shot out of his cock while the waves of Bethany's orgasm radiated through her body. Their moans blended together as they climaxed along with the voice of Sandy calling out encouragement as they released their juices. She quickly pulled Bethany forward toward her mouth and slipped beneath her pussy. A long stream of white, sticky cream was easing down out of Bethany's gaping hole and Sandy waited patiently as it slowly fell onto her tongue. Bryan watched as Bethany pushed his sticky load out of her pussy. It slowly oozed down over her clit and into the waiting mouth of his wife. At first it seemed like an eternity for that first long, slow drop to reach her tongue, but once the path was open it flowed down into her mouth. He watched her swallow his load and then lick the last drops from Bethany's pussy.

Bethany rolled off of Sandy and they slid up to the head of the bed to place their heads on the pillows. They invited Bryan to come lay between them. The two of them snuggled up against him and caressed his skin and reached across to caress each other.

"You have a nice, big cock, Bryan," Bethany said. "Girl, you're going to have to share this man with me."

"I just might," Sandy replied. "I got so turned on when he was fucking you. I really want to watch him next time."

"Next time?" Bryan asked. He had really liked having his cock inside Bethany's hot pussy.

"Boy, we're going to keep fucking you until you can't walk," Bethany said. She reached down and started pulling on his limp cock. Sandy was playing with his balls.

"Bethany is staying the weekend, Baby," she purred. "Think you can handle it?"

Bryan couldn't think of anything he'd rather do for an entire weekend. Two hot, wet pussies going at each other and with him in the middle. He decided that he could handle it as he felt his cock start to harden in Bethany's hand.



Take It Like A Big Woman



My girlfriend, Hollywood Superstar Stella Teague Brown is a total freak. That's one of the Many things that her adoring fans and moviegoers everywhere don't know about this six-foot, pretty-faced, large-breasted, thick-bodied and big-bottomed Black Female Action Hero. There is nothing this dame loves more than hardcore anal sex. That's more than fine with me because I am an anal sex enthusiast. I love bending her over and drilling her where the sun doesn't shine. Who am I? Jason Haverhill , Professional Football Player for the National Football League by day and anal sex craver by night. I am a Man with peculiar needs and it takes a very special kind of female to satisfy me.

I intimidate people. I can't help it. I'm a six-foot-six, 250-pound Black Man. Before making it into Professional Football, I was a Georgia Institute of Technology student in Atlanta and a summertime Truck Driver. I used to deliver anal lubricants for this Gay Porn Company called Great Men Of Hardness. They made good Gay and Bisexual videos featuring Black Men. Some really nice work. If you like rough sex. I can personally attest to the fact that their lubricant works. The first person I tested it on was Katherine O'Shea, this plump Irishwoman who worked as a clerk at this Atlanta City Porn Video Store. Miss Katherine wasn't really a looker. Definitely past her prime, that woman. I'd put her age at around fifty. She was around five feet nine inches tall, stocky and chubby, with red hair and pale gray eyes. However, she was really open-minded sexually, so I overlooked her flaws. We had some hot fun together.

I took Katherine in the women's bathroom. The women's bathroom was filthy, compared to the neat men's bathroom. I've always thought females were messier than men. They only pretend to be perfect. Anyway, I stood there with my pants dropped, holding my ten-inch cock in hand. Katherine gasped when she saw my ten-inch, uncircumcised black super cock. Yeah, she'd never seen anything like it before. I told her to suck it and like a good little slut, she did as she was told. I thrust my cock down her throat. Katherine sucked my dick and got me hard as hell in no time. She was a really good cock sucker. As I fucked her mouth, she fingered her pussy. I've never been much into pussy. To be honest, it doesn't fascinate me. I'm an ass Man. Cock to pussy is such a commonplace type of sex that it doesn't hold any fascination for me. In order to get my attention, a woMan has got to be willing to take it up the ass. No ifs, ands or buts about it. That's just the way I get down.

I told Katherine the deal and she was ready to roll my way. That's cool because I didn't want any fuss. She got down on all fours and I spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I smeared the lubricant all over them and then placed my cock against her butt hole. I was almost giddy with excitement. I feel that way whenever I'm about to penetrate somebody. Katherine told me to hurry up. Teasing her, I took my sweet time. Slowly, I inserted my cock into her asshole. For such a big woman, Katherine certainly had a tight asshole. That's okay, though, because I was willing to stretch it to acceptable levels. I held Katherine by those wide hips of hers and thrust my big black cock into her tight asshole with all of my might. A sharp cry from her put a big smile of satisfaction on my face. I was getting there!

In my honest opinion, there's nothing like fucking a woman in the ass to make a man feel good. I've had the pleasure of fucking many women in the ass over the years. Black women have tight butt holes but they don't like to surrender too often. You've got to sweeten the deal, then you can plow away like anal sex was going out of style. White women crave the Black man's cock in their asses. They don't like to admit it. But just look it up on the web and you will see how many white women eagerly spread their butt cheeks to accept big black dick on porn sites across the world. Yeah, they're getting paid for it and it's a job, after all. But they really enjoy it! It's a well-known fact. Hispanic women love the cock up the butt but unlike their White and Black sisters, they revel in it. Have you ever fucked a Latina in the ass? If you haven't, then you haven't lived. They love it. Especially the Dominicans! 

Now, the things I'm saying may seem a little extreme but who cares? Somebody's got to speak the truth, whether it's politically correct or not. Stella moaned as I drilled my cock deeper into her asshole, reminding me of where I was and what I was doing. I tend to drift off sometimes when I'm in what I call the Anal Zone. My favorite partner for anal sex activities is not a beautiful supermodel or a beauty queen. It's a cute, plump chick who's open-minded about sex in general. That's my favorite sex partner. Why? I like large women. They're very sexual and their sexual hunger is almost insatiable when unleashed. Most men who chose skinny women over them are missing out. I have something else to confess. I read in a magazine that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. I don't know what to make of that statement but I think it must be true. Anal sex with a willing, large beauty is far more thrilling than with a skinny chick. I don't know why. 

I guess that's why I've currently got all ten inches of my dick lodged way up Katherine's ass. This big woman is commendable for her lack of screaming as I rammed my cock up her buns. I've made lots of women and a few men scream that way. Let's see, among my favorite female screamers there's Alexandra Stavros, a Professional Female Bodybuilder. Alexandra is a five-foot-ten, bronze-skinned and black-haired Greek woman. She works out extensively and she's a very muscular woman. I don't usually go for the muscular type but she had the best-looking ass I'd seen in ages. We went back to my place for a night of fun. Or so it seemed. You would think that a professional bodybuilder would know how to take pain. Not this one. I had Alexandra face down and ass up, the way I preferred my women, and she was fidgeting as I pushed my cock into her butt hole. We used tons of lube but she couldn't take more than five inches. Talk about a disappointment!

Oh, well. I did my best to show her a thing or two. I used more lube, for one thing. Alexandra Stavros screamed as I gleefully rammed another five inches of hard cock up her ass. I guess this is where stereotypes end. Greek women aren't more likely to be into anal sex than the average woman off the street. Alexandra demonstrated that by her constant wailing as her cute, sexy yet inexperienced booty took some hardcore anal pounding. I must say that I enjoyed fucking her. So much that I flipped her on her back so that I could look into her face while drilling my cock into her butt hole. Man, I can't recall the last time I felt more proud and powerful. Looking down at her as I filled her tight asshole with my cock. Yeah, it felt good. I just wished she was into it. Oh, she was willing to try it, but she wasn't really into it. I hope you get the difference. After I got done fucking Alexandra, I came, filling the Greek woman's tight asshole with my cum. I made her leave right after. Exactly what she deserved for whining. I never saw it again. To me, not being an anal enthusiast is something I consider almost a character flaw in people. Sorry but that's just the way I feel.

There was also this closeted bisexual Football player named Adam Rhodes . He's a tall, good-looking British stud who grew up in America and played Division One Football at a college in Utah . He had a beautiful girlfriend, legions of loyal college Football fans adored him and he was planning to make it into the National Football League. He's what you might call the Matinee Idol. He who is universally worshiped and adored. I hated his guts. He came onto me one time, while I was giving him some advice about the rookie years in the professional sports arena. The dude came onto me quite strongly. Now, I'm not gay or bisexual but I've hooked up with men sometimes. So I went home with the rookie football player and showed him a good time.

I took Adam Rhodes home and we had ourselves some fun. He was a really sexy bastard with a great body. He also had a big dick. He sucked on my cock and licked my balls. I played with that big Irish cock of his. He wanted some of my black power and I let him have it. I bent him over and spread his butt cheeks. We got him greased up real good, then I stuck my cock up his ass. Adam really doesn't seem like the type of man who likes other men. He's strong and masculine. He's also an outstanding college athlete about to turn professional, not anyone's idea of a gay man. Yet he obviously loved dick and I was happy to service him. I pumped his tight ass full of dick and made him scream. When I was done, I came, sending my hot cum deep inside him. Come to think of it, fucking that uptight bastard was a lot of fun. Would you believe the fool asked for seconds? 

Yeah, I am a bisexual man who loves to fuck asses, both male and female. That's who I am and what I do. I don't apologize for any of it. Why should I? I treat both men and women in the same exact manner. We have laws enforcing that sort of thing, don't we? Like I said, there's nothing quite like the feeling you get when you've got a man or woman on their hands and knees, with your cock way up their assholes. Nothing in the world can compare to it. Conqueror of butt holes. That's a good name for me. Nah, maybe not. It sounds too preachy. How about inter gender anal penetration championship winner? Yeah, that sounds like a good title for me.



Take it Like a Man



Perhaps I made a mistake when I told my girlfriend that I wanted to be dominated. I admit I'm not one who can handle too much pain. Maybe I expected her to just take control but she took it further than that. She was hungry with power from the moment she walked through that door.

After receiving a call to come over, I made my way to her place. Once there, I came inside and sat down in a chair and waited. She yelled out from the bathroom, "Go in the bedroom and sit down on the bed." Of course I did what she wanted. The door slowly opened as she stood in the doorway. There was little light in the bedroom but I had no problem making out what she was wearing. Her breast were encased by a tight black leather corset, accompanied by black panties, knee high boots and leather gloves that almost went to her elbows. My girlfriend knew my fetishes and had no problem acting on them.

Obviously stunned and surprised by this, removing my pants seemed like the only logical thing to do. While I removed my lower half of clothing, she put a cigarette between her lips and sat down in a chair, staring me down. Fire arose once she struck the match against her boot and held it close to her lips. Smoke filled the room as she deeply inhaled then blew the smoke my way. My dick stood tall and hard and I couldn't keep myself from touching it. "Stop!" she yelled as she stood up, taking another hit from her cigarette. "I never told you that you could touch yourself you worthless piece of shit." 

Her fingers grabbed onto my face as she gripped my chin and threw my head back. Sitting on my stomach, leaning forward, she inhaled and blew smoke my way without even using her hands. Not much of an impact on others but this drove me wild. Slowly she grinded her body against my dick and I couldn't help but move my body with hers. An unexpected smack to the face came my way. It burned. All I could do was stare in disbelief. "Don't move unless I tell you to move. I own you and you will do what you are told you fucking cunt."

My mouth was then greeted by her wet pussy. She was soaked. We hadn't had sex in a week and she needs it just as bad as I do so it wasn't surprising. Hungrily I licked at her wetness as her hand forced my head forward. Through gritted teeth she moaned out, "Mmm, lick faster. Stick it in" Pulling at my hair, she was causing me so much pain but I didn't want to complain. It felt like she was ripping it out of my head as she pulled and smacked my face. I could tell she was getting into it even more once she started playing with her clit. In a matter of a few minutes, I felt her get even more wet as she orgasmed on my tongue. 

"Not bad," she exclaimed as she got off my face and slowly sat down on my hard cock. I was excited and it almost hurt to be that hard. The sensation of being in her was almost too much to handle. I had been craving this since I saw her walk through the door in leather. Not thinking, I started to thrust into her. A smack to my face shouldn't of been surprising yet it was once again.

The leather wrapped around her fingers felt good on my skin as she rode me. My eyes watched closely as she removed the gloves and tossed them aside. Her left hand gripped my neck while the other dug into my side. I bit down in excruciating pain as she bit my neck harder than I expected. A sign of displeasure escaped and she didn't like that.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm giving you more than you ever deserved and you are displeased? Stop being a little bitch and be a man. Suck it up!" It was hard but I did what I could as she bit me again.

Suddenly I felt a finger slip in my ass followed by two more. It was a tight squeeze and hurt but I feared upsetting her. She bounced up and down and bucked her hips as I laid as still as I could. I knew that I couldn't last much longer.

"Fuck me faster! I want you to cum inside me." The only thought in my head was, finally a break! Unfortunately, the fast penetration drove me to the brink and over. In a short matter of time, I came inside her. Breathing hard, I smiled but that was ruined. 

"You are truly worthless. One orgasm? You could have at least gave me two. Punishments will be in order!" she screamed as she walked off with her pack of cigarettes in hand. Worry came over me. What would she do to me? It didn't take long for me to get an idea.

"I called some friends over. Wipe that fucking smile off your face! If three fingers hurt your poor little ass, be ready for a lot of pain bitch." 



Take it Like a Man



I shouldn't listen to my daughter's chatter with her friends on her mobile phone, I know, but sometimes she just forgets that somebody else might be listening. But the tale she was telling of her time with her new boyfriend was just too hot to ignore.

I didn't take to Cai from the first time I clapped eyes on him. Although pretty faced, and athletic, he was thin as a beanstalk and had that certain shifty grin plastered all over his face. What's more, I thought he was too old by half for my Siân. After all, she was only 19, and he was all of 30. He was only five years younger than me, for crying out loud.

Siân had been particularly tired for days now, and I'd put it down to her work as a student nurse, but suddenly I understood why. She was telling one of her friends about her gorgeous new guy, but more particularly she was gushing excitedly about his dick. 

Amazing, huge, rock hard, she enthused. And he knew how to use it. Like a train steaming on, she warbled, lunging at her ceaselessly and sending her into orbit with multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm. I was dumbstruck. 

Not my girl. Not with him. Surely not. I could imagine him boasting to his friends in the bar. Surely she's exaggerating?

After that I was distinctly cool towards Cai. How could he? The dirty fucker.

Yet Siân was so happy, I didn't dare say anything to him about it. In a moment of parental weakness, I even allowed them to stay over.

All night I could hear the bedsprings pounding in the room next door. Siân's groans trilled through the walls time after time that night, oblivious to the fact her father was virtually a witness to her ecstasy. I slept not a wink. How I hated that Cai.

Morning finally came, as surely as Siân had several times during the night, and I heard the door slam shut just as dawn broke as drove off to work. 

I got up and wandered into the kitchen in my dressing gown, putting the kettle on. The sound of running water in the bathroom alerted me to the fact that HE was still here. How dare he, washing the effects of his sex with my daughter away in my shower. 

I decided to confront him, and marched up the stairs. Opening the bathroom door, I saw his skinny back facing me as he washed himself intensely amid the steam. Too intensely, I thought to myself.

He sensed my presence and turned round. He was slowly jacking himself off, his thumb and forefinger clasped tightly on the most monstrous specimen I'd ever seen. Not even in the washroom after a soccer match had I seen anything like it, and one or two of them had enough to boast about.

I was transfixed. It wasn't particularly thick, but long, ever so long, drooping slightly at its purplish bulbous tip. And stiff - the stiffest cock I'd ever seen or even imagined. Little wonder our Siân was so enamoured, I thought to myself, rather surprised to have caught myself thinking such lurid thoughts.

"Do you want some?" he asked quietly, barely audible above the din of splashing water, flashing that wicked grin in my direction.

He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower in my direction. I felt myself going weak at the knees. He took me by the shoulders and pressed down. I was surprised to find how willingly I fell on my knees in front of him.

He toyed with me, the bastard, swaying his steel-hard prick one side of my mouth, then the other. I lunged greedily at it and took it in my mouth. I thought briefly about the fact that this was the same prick that had penetrated our Siân last night, but the feeling of shame was only fleeting.

I plunged by head harder against his crotch, but gagged well before reaching his pubic hair. Almost retching, I'm forced to pull my head away. I just couldn't fit his monstrosity in my mouth.

"Can't hack it, eh?" he growls. "Well, I can't go away with my prick this stiff, so I'd better just fuck you. Bend over, you slut, so I can see if you're as good a fuck as your daughter."

I was incandescent with rage. I could almost hear him bragging in the bar. Not only fucked the daughter, but her dad as well. And he loved it. How dare he. I'll show him the door right now, and tell him to keep away in future.

But I found myself dropping my dressing gown to the floor and grovelling on all fours just the same: I just couldn't help myself, even though I knew what was coming. Kneeling there with my butt invitingly up in the air, I'd never felt so open, so unprotected, so embarrassed in all my life.

This mouthy git who'd just shagged my daughter senseless was about to dish out the same treatment to me. I could easily move out of harm's way, remove my butt from the line of fire. But it was like one of those nightmares where you try to escape but your legs won't carry you.

It was as if I'd been glued to the floor. What's more, Cai knew full well that I could do nothing to stop him from having his way with me, and deliberately took his time. 

He slapped me hard on the buttocks, one cheek at a time, and I felt my ass muscles clenching, then relaxing. Cai swept some of the soap suds off his still-dripping bare chest, and slowly lathered up my ass hole with them, inserting his middle finger in the hole and probing as far as he could.

I groaned quietly, to myself I hoped. He fell to his knees behind me, shuffled himself into position, and I felt the tip of his prick pressing against my ass hole. Six or seven times he did that, each time sending a surge of sexual electricity through my body. I wanted him to fuck me, desperately, and he knew that.

Suddenly he obliged, lunging his hips forward, and that great anaconda between his legs slithered eagerly inside me.

I felt pleasure and pain in equal measure as it set on its way, his knob easing aside my sphincter with ease. The penetration seemed to go on forever, as that rock-hard flesh penetrated ever deeper inside me, and I wondered just how much cock I could take.

I groaned again, loudly now, as his balls finally buffered up against my ass, and I knew he'd managed to insert that monster all the way in. The thought of it sent my head into a twirl.

He steadied himself, then slowly began to withdraw his tool, all the way to the knob, then pressed it slowly back in again. In, out. In, out. In, out. 

His knob rubbed gently on its way past my prostrate, sending a shudder of ecstasy through my whole body. In, out. In, out. Relentlessly, silently. A man on a mission. In, out. In, out.

My love gland wanted to explode, and I had the hardest erection of my life. In, out. In, out. Suddenly my prick juddered. In, out. In.... just a few more strokes should do it.

I felt the cum swelling up inside me, and then... Hallelujah! I blew up like Vesuvius. I was spurting cum all over the bathroom floor, my prick pumping uncontrollably. I groaned dementedly. The same groan I'd heard last night, coming from Siân's bedroom. Now I knew why.

I half expected it to end there. That's what a climax is supposed to signify. But Cai rollered on like a steam train. In, out. In, out..

Soon I though I was about to shoot my load again. But no, I reckoned. Not even Cai and his stunning prick could surely do that to another man. In, out. In, out. Still not a groan nor a whimper came from Cai. In, out, In, out. In, out. In, out.

He was shagging me with a new intensity. I thought he was reaching his own climax. My love gland screamed inside me as I felt my prick dancing to its own tune. I helplessly came a glorious second time, not so much cum this time, but ejaculated in a symphony of magnificent muscle spasms caressing my prick. I thought my heart would pound its way out of my chest.

Cai pulled out of me without ceremony, and stood in front of me with his dick in his hand. He masturbated himself with thumb and forefinger.

"Open wide", he ordered, and I meekly obeyed as he furiously wanked himself. He placed his dick on my open lips, and pulled at his foreskin as his cum fountained out. It sprayed over my taste buds, my lips, my chin, before he squeezed the last dribble out onto my tongue.

I swallowed hard as Cai stepped back into the shower, humming to himself.

"Not quite as good as your daughter, but you're a decent enough fuck," he announced, turning the water back on.



Take It Like a Skater Boy



I can't believe that Avril Lavigne is at my mall! Her new CD "The Best Damn Thing" just came out and she's promoting it with this mall appearance. I heard about it on the radio about a week before it was going to happen. I'm so excited that I'm going to meet her. I've been a fan of hers for a long time. I have all her CDs and even some bootleg stuff of hers. All her music is great and I can never get tired of it. I think I listen to at least one of her songs everyday. Her music is infectious and intoxicating. I love throwing on one of her songs and masturbating to her. I would cum so hard when I did that. The combination of her voice and the posters I have of her. My ex-girlfriend used to dress up like her and lip synch to her songs. It was so much fun. I'd be her groupie and she'd stand on the bed while singing and pluck me out of the crowd. But we broke up over something else. 

I stood in line at the record store for what seemed like an eternity. I was towards the back of the line. But it moved quickly. I saw her a few times while peering over the other people in line. She looked stunning and beautiful. I couldn't wait to finally meet her. She looked so cheerful and happy as she signed the autographs. Then I finally got up to her.

"Hi," she said as I handed her my CD.

"HI, I'm Josh," I said while extending my hand. She shakes it and smiles and goes back to signing the CD booklet and an 8X10 glossy photo of her. 

Her hair is styled in a very immaculate way. It looks very much like the way she always has her hair. There are a few pink streaks in it, which make her look even more gorgeous. She has a Tiffany's necklace on. It has the letters and symbols of T & Co. but they're out of order and look like & Co T. She's wearing a tank top or wife beater it looks generic but it could be a very expensive one. She has on a pair of camouflage Capri pants, I think they're from the Gap. But I could be mistaken. Finally she has on a pair of blue and white striped skimmer shoes. I love the way her legs look in the pants and the shoes. I love girls who wear shoes like that. I notice that her fingernail paint is chipped. I don't know if it's worn out or if it was placed on there like that. I notice that she has a thumb ring. I imagine that hand jerking me off her thumb ring rubbing on my penis. Then it hits me, her wedding band is not there. Are her and Deryck Wibley separated? I hope so. 

"There you go," she says handing me the photo and CD booklet.

"Thank you," I say taking the items, "could I get a picture with you?" 

"Sure," she says standing up.

I take the picture with my digital camera. It looks cheesy but I like it. It looks like one of those lame myspace pictures. Speaking of which I think I will put it on myspace. It'll make all my friends jealous. She gives me a hug and I walk off. I go to the food court and grab a quick bite to eat. 

After I have a slice of pizza I decide to go back to the record store and see if she's there. But she's not there. I see the staff picking up the tables. A few pictures of hers are left over. I notice that they have a large amount of Avril Lavingne CDs and DVDs. I already have and jerk off to them. I say screw it and decide to go home.

I leave the mall and walk to my car. I notice a Limo that is sort of following me. I start to get paranoid. It pulled alongside of me. I started to tense up. The window then began to come down. I stood there, locked in fear and curiosity. As the window finally came down I kept looking. No one was in the car, or at least I couldn't see who it was. I kept looking into the car.

"Boo," Avril Lavigne yells at me.

"Holy shit," I say as my voice cracks.

"Hey you," she says, "you seemed very excited to see me."

"I was," I reply.

"So you have anything going on," she asks.

"No," I reply, "I was about to go home."

"You should come with me," she offers.

"Definitely," I reply as she opens the door.

I get in the car. Avril makes room for me. She sits on the opposite of the car to me. She looks even more stunning than before. Even though she is wearing the same clothes as earlier. I want to touch her feet. Something about those shoes she had on were driving me insane. I wanted her.

"So," she says as the car begins to drive off, "what was your name?"

"Josh," I reply.

"Well you know me," she smiles.

"I know," I reply.

"So what do you want to do," she asks.

"What ever you want," I reply.

"Really," she smirks, "anything I want. Well I do have something in mind."

"Like what," I ask.

"You'll see," she laughs.

"Um," I stutter, "so do you mind if I ask where Deryck is?"

"Probably with his boyfriend," she laughs.

"What," I ask.

"His boyfriend," she says in a serious tone, "I have a lot to tell you I guess."

"I suppose," I laugh.

"He's been seeing Joel Madden from Good Charlotte," she smirks, "that's why Hillary Duff and myself were fighting with each other. She didn't know he was gay."

"So who else is uh, like that," I stutter.

"I was a little lesbian for a while," she laughs, "I taught Ashlee Simpson how to eat pussy, her and her sister are closer than you think."

"Really," I laugh.

"Oh yes," she says, "they're from Texas you know."

"That's funny," I reply, "so how long have Joel and Deryck been going out?"

"About a year," she replies, "they met at one of my concerts. I caught them in one of the hotel bathrooms. Let's just say it wasn't pretty."

"What happened," I ask in anticipation.

"Joel and my husband to be were re-enacting Brokeback Mountain."

"That's a trip," I smile.

"We got married not too long after that," she says, "you know to cover up the whole gay thing. We staged a trip to Italy or something and he proposed. It was a brilliant plan. He didn't want people to know he was that way."

"So it's just a marriage of convenience," I smirk.

"Yep," she says.

"So how's Paris," I ask.

"Hilton," she starts, "stupid, really stupid. She has no personality and she is a total liar and a fake. We met a few times, she doesn't like me."

"Anything else about her," I ask.

"She has a black boyfriend," she laughs, "she's kept it secret for a long time. She doesn't want anyone to know."

"I bet," I say, "how's Lindsey?"

"Like Paris said," she starts, "she's a fire crotch. I've had a piece of that before. She smells funky down there. But she is a fire crotch. She loves the way I eat pussy! She has a thing for black meat as well. Hollywood is not too keen on the whole interracial thing."

"Interesting," I say, "so why is Hollywood like that?"

"Don't know," she laughs, "I don't like the whole interracial thing, and I've been with one black guy."

She then gets up and walks over to me and hugs me and lies in my arms. She hugs me tightly and looks into my eyes and gives me a quick kiss. My dick gets really hard knowing that Avril is kissing me. She then begins to rub on my penis. She puts her mouth on my pants and breaths hard on my dick. She then gives me a quick lap dance as the car comes to its final stop. She takes out my penis and quickly jerks it off. She kisses it briefly. She puts it back just as quickly as she pulled it out.

"We're here," she says as the driver opens the door.

I notice that we're at the rear of the hotel. No one is around. The bellman takes us to the private elevator and we end up at the penthouse suite. Avril opens the door to the room. It's huge and there is a large bed in the center of the room. A few bottles of champagne are in ice buckets. She runs and jumps on the bed. 

"Come on in the bed is fine," she says as I comply.

I jump on the bed and lie next to her. She gets on top of me and we begin to make out. Her tongue probes my mouth. I feel her lip-gloss peel off as we continue the furious make out session.

"Just like me and Deryck did," she says pulling away from me, "we had to fool everyone."

"I bet," I reply as she begins to kiss me, "are you hungry?"

"I had some pizza," I start, "But I'm still a little hungry."

"Cool," she says while getting off of me and picking up the room phone, "I'll get room service. I claim I'm a vegetarian, but I'm not. I love meat. All kinds of meat."

"All right," I say.

"I'd like the New York strip steak rare," she says before looking at me, "what do you want?"

"Um the same but medium rare," I reply.

"Let me get the same but medium rare," she says, "that's right two New York strip steaks one rare, one medium rare... steamed vegetables are good."

She finishes up on the phone and gets back on the bed with me and we begin to make out. We make out for almost thirty minutes before the food shows up. We sit down and begin to eat our dinner.

"So how's the steak," she asks.

"Good," I say.

"So do you ever masturbate to me," she asks.

"Of course," I reply, "I used to shoot my cum all over myself while I listened to your music and watched your videos or my poster of you."

"Ha," she smirks, "how was it?"

"Not as good as the role playing my girlfriend did," I reply.

"Oh," she says while dipping her steak into her sauce, "what did your little role-playing game entail."

"She'd stand on the bed," I reply, "she'd be lip synching to your music and point at me and pull me on stage and we'd fuck on the bed pretending like the concert was going on with all the people watching us. We'd have the most intense orgasms."

"Maybe I can make that a reality," she replies, "well not on stage but on the bed."

We finish the food and go back to the bed and begin to make out some more. We continue to make out for over an hour. That's all we do is make out. We fondle each other and grab at each other's crotch. We finish making out when there is a knock on the door.

"Oh it's here," she says I a giddy voice.

"What is," I ask.

"A surprise," she says getting off the bed.

The door opens and the bellman is at the door with a small briefcase.

"Miss Avril," he says, "your package as you requested."

"Thank you," she says as she gives him a large tip.

The bellman leaves and she puts the briefcase on the table. She then unlocks it.

"So what's in the case," I say getting off the bed.

"Stay there and get naked," she demands while she takes off her clothes.

I have not choice but to comply. I sit there and get naked on the couch. She follows suit but she keeps her nice skimmers on. Her body is flawless. I notice her tattoos and he perky little butt. Her breasts are perfect and small. I wonder if she'll ever get implants. I don't care.

"Here," she says throwing me a blindfold, "put it on."

"Yes," I say as I put on the blindfold.

I hear fumbling and a plastic package opening.

"What is that," I ask.

"Well if you must know," she starts, "what we're going to is called pegging it is a neologism for how should I say this, role reversal. Keep that blindfold on. It is not a dominant or submissive act nor does it mean someone is gay or not. But if you want me you'll submit to me. Did that make any sense? It probably didn't, I never graduated high school. Now take off the blindfold."

I comply and remove the blindfold. And there she is standing over me. She's wearing a black strap on corset harness with a purple dildo attached. My heart is racing and I begin to sweat. What next.

"So are you going to be the Deryck to my Joel," she laughs.

"I guess," I stutter.

"Either yes or no," she says in an angry tone.

"Yes," I say in a confident tone, "anything for you Avril."

"So you're going to take it like a Skater boy," she laughs.

She then reaches into the briefcase and pulls out a large bottle of lube. She pours a liberal amount onto her finger. She places a big dab on my anus. Then she slowly probes my anus with her finger. I've never done this before. I feel my anus trying to keep her finger out. I feel as if it's trying to expel something. I hope I don't shit. She then begins to move her finger at a much faster pace. The feeling is insane and indescribable. I feel her touch what must be my prostate. She then pulls out the other finger and lubes the other two. She then works a second one into my ass. It feels different. She then makes a come here motion with her two fingers. I feel my ass stretching. She then gets a third finger into my ass. 

"Holy shit," I yell out.

"Shut up," she says.

"Sorry," I say in a calm voice while trying to hold back the pleasure.

"Don't worry," she laughs, "you can make as much noise as you want."

"Thanks," I grunt.

She probes my ass continuously she keeps going. It feels increasingly better. I can't believe I'm letting her do this.

"Hold your legs up," she demands.

"Yeah," I say grabbing my thighs and holding them up.

She then walks away and washes he hand off. She comes back with some flavored lube and puts a large glob of it on my anus.

"Good boy," she says as her mouth approaches my anus.

She then begins to lick at my asshole. I wonder what it tastes like. She seems to be very into it she continuously licks away at my anus. She was right she could lick pussy; I guess that she can lick assholes as well. I mean she turned out Ashlee Simpson and Lindsey Lohan. What a bunch of sluts. I don't want her to stop. I love getting my asshole licked. My ex-girlfriend never did this for my Avril fantasy. She probes my ass with her tongue. It feels so good. I hold back the cum, I can't believe that I haven't shot my load.

"Oh," she says pulling back from anus, "I gotta put a condom on you. Just in case you cum, I don't want your cum anywhere near me."

"Yeah," I grunt as she finds a condom in the drawer.

She places the condom on my cock with her mouth. She then begins to suck it.

"Why don't you like cum," I ask.

"It's nasty," she says, "only had good cum once."

She then sucks my condom-covered cock quickly before finally plunging her dildo into my ass.

"Oh," I grunt, "it feels so good."

"You like that," she laughs.

"Fuck yeah," I grunt.

Her dildo slowly goes in but soon, she picks up the pace and she begins to fuck me harder. She places my legs on her shoulders. She gingerly kisses me. But I want her to stick her tongue in my mouth. She gets her rhythm and pounds away at my ass. It feels unbelievable. I want to cum now. But I want to cum on her or myself. I don't want it to be contained within the condom. I want to see it fly out of my cock and onto one of her. I feel silly for not being able to see my own cum. She finally kisses me with her tongue. It tastes like flavored lube and not shit, like I thought. 

"You gonna cum baby," she asks.

"Yeah," I grunt, "just keep fucking my ass."

She pounds away and gets the entire dildo to the hilt into my ass. I can't believe how it feels the burn and feeling. I want more of this!

"Here it comes," I yell out.

"Yes," she smiles while riding me hard.

"Fuck," I grunt.

I see the white liquid pour out of my cock. It spurts out in five quick pumps. It feels incredible. My penis goes limp after a few seconds. I feel spent after she removes her dildo from my ass. 

"Now eat it," she demands.

"What," I exhale, "eat what?"

"Your cum," she says while helping take my condom off.

She's able to my cum in the condom. She then lifts it to my face and pours it in my mouth. At first I gag. But I'm able to keep it down. It takes me two times to swallow it. 

"Wow," I say sitting up.

"You were great," she says while giving me a big hug, "I gotta go do my show tonight."

"Awesome," I say out of breath.

"Um," she starts, "there's some backstage passes in the dresser. You're welcome to go if you want. If you need take a shower go ahead. I'll wait for you."

"Definitely," I say.

I take a quick shower and I call my ex-girlfriend. She doesn't believe me and I put Avril on the line. We pick her up and we watch her show from the best seats in the arena. Avril doesn't pull me on stage. After the show we all get drunk at a very nice bar. My ex-girlfriend becomes my girlfriend again after the show. I'm so happy that we've become a couple again. We have our little Avril fantasy again. 

About six months after we've been going out we go to the adult bookstore to buy a strap on. It was raining that night and this lady also bought the same one. She was kind of weird and bugged us a little. We then went to the DVD section and there it was. An Avril Lavigne DVD. It was entitled "Take it like a Skater Boy" my girlfriend almost freaks when she sees me on the cover.

"Um," she says in disbelief.

"Yeah," I laugh, "I took it like a skater boy."



Take It Off or I Cut It Off



We'd spoken for so long without meeting that it was incredibly odd to have such specific and naughty images of a relative stranger. It threw common etiquette out the window. In meeting Heather, the point that worried me the most was the manners. How intimate is appropriate? A folder of her in every imaginable pose and posture—full tits, luscious ass, dripping pussy, strong legs—rested on my hard drive. She'd performed for me in ways that only a prize sub could, acts of hair-curling hedonism, and I worried about propriety.

As many of those entering the current technological climate can attest, online and real-life experiences were wildly different things. We'd begun talking a few years ago, after a random fluke of a connection. A basic typo of the instant messenger variety. After discovering several key shared hobbies, most falling under the umbrella of "Masturbatory," we'd begun playing and continued to do so up until now.

Both bi, both happy to play switch in any power games, she usually submitted to me, in the odd times she found herself in dire need of orgasm and without the aid of her Mistress and girlfriend, Emma. Emma, long experienced with the scene, though currently only in private practice, encouraged our playing online, felt that it "keeps Heather out of trouble." She'd been gently supportive of our meeting in person, understanding the slight fear-of-strangers baggage that Heather and I both carried from previous bad patches, thinking that both of us would benefit from the positive presence of a sane, kinky, amusing friend in our lives.

When Heather finally decided it was time to meet, we both found ourselves somewhat panicked, not ever truly expecting it to happen. Before scooting out the door for dinner, I checked my email one last time, half expecting her to back out, faking some last minute emergency. Instead, I found something from Emma.





Take It Off or I Cut It Off



We stayed there, idly licking at the lips in front of us, coming back down from the heights, breathing deep in temporary respite. Emma began loosening our bonds, the two of us taking over as we returned to clarity. Once I was free from Heather, I found myself disoriented, saddened by the loss of her.

"Oh, look at the two of you. Ready to cry over the fact that you no longer have a pussy in your face. Well, let's see what we can do about that." She dropped her robe in one sweeping movement, stepping toward us as it fell behind her, a billowing cape framing the ripe, fecund glory of her pale body.

Walking toward us, Emma produced two sets of chained nipple clamps. Heather and I both wore titanium rings through pierced nipples, were quickly bound together again, facing one another, kneeling, rings chained together. We carefully scooted closer to one another, trying not to pull apart or make any sudden movements (or, god forbid, sneeze), her knee coming to rest against my pussy and vice versa.

I got the first swat with that infernal cane, one solid strike across my back, right shoulder to left hip. The cane itself was light and whippy, all sting; it could bring intense pain quickly without risking genuine injury, and it did. The cane was fire across my back and I straightened in response, flinching to get away from a second blow, one that landed not on me, but on Heather, who responded in kind.

Back and forth like this, we went, seemingly for hours, our Domme quietly building intensity, her patter, her intentionally broken rhythm between strikes, her chains, she worked us to the point of madness. We whimpered, semi-sobbing from the pull of one another on our too tender nipples. We dripped, all but humping one another's knees like the bitches we'd been accused of embodying. We sank, dissolving into a single amusing toy for this vixen.

"Now, sluts, it's my turn." She pulled a dildo gag from her stash, small end going in the mouth, large end into the dominant. "I know how very much you've wanted to meet us, Molly, and I'm certain that tonight's events have already surpassed your expectations. However, I just wouldn't be a proper Domme if I let you get everything you wanted, now would I? Since my pet actually managed to mind her manners tonight, she gets to lick me. You simply hold the toy. Maybe if you're lucky enough next time, you'll actually earn a chance to taste me. Open wide."

My cheeks burned in genuine embarrassment and the sting of disappointment. She was right, the bitch, this was a big punishment. As Heather pulled her Mistress closer to us, she gave me a look of self-satisfied glee. She'd won. We both knew that, between the two of us, she was destined to be the bottom slut in our hypothetical threesome. Emma the dominant, me the switch, Heather the sub. Oh, we might play around with the roles a bit from time to time, but these were the roles we fell into most regularly. Heather knew, and I knew, that the day would come, and soon, in which she'd take her rightful place, and it would be my turn to grin.

Tonight, though, she managed to snatch a treat that I'd wanted (so to speak), and she would revel in her win while she had the chance. Her face was lost to me as Emma finished buckling the gag on me and mounted it, her pussy so close to my mouth, I watched as she sank toward me. Heather, still chained to me, leaned back to make room for her Mistress, eliciting identical moans from the two of us, before locking her lips around the stiff little clit in front of her. Emma sat there for a moment, her ass nearly completely obscuring my vision, my nose full of the smell of her, her cunt stretched full and fat around the cock in my mouth, her sub sucking her off in the way only a perfectly practiced cuntlapper could, sat and smiled.

Slowly, she began to rock, fucking herself to a slow, lazy peak before beginning in earnest. As she increased her speed, my neck beginning to tire from her sheer athleticism, she seemed to remember the cane in her hand. As Heather's was the only ass she could see, she began timing her strokes with her strokes, punctuating each hit, each thrust, with a word, "What! Good! Sluts! You! Both! Are! Oh! FUCK! FUCK! That's! Right! Just! Like! That! You! Filthy! Bitches! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!"

She gushed her orgasm, not so much squirting as becoming intensely wet, splashy-loud, and the bottoming out of each thrust seeming to sprinkle her pussy over the two of us. Heather reached for the clips on her nipples, instinctively thinking to ask before actually removing them, "Mistress, may I, please?"

"Yes, go ahead."

With that, the chains were off and Heather was on me, tongue bathing my tits, my face, my hair, my shoulders, everywhere that her Mistress had sprinkled me, Heather cleaned me, her busy hands taking my ends of the chains off, removing my gag, and finishing her scouring of me before gasping, "Now do me!"

Happy to obey, I licked her clean, as well, taking time to finally, properly kiss her. Just as we began to get distracted, her Mistress cleared her throat, having returned to the couch to recover.

"Well, sluts, I think we've had a very productive first night. Molly, it was lovely to meet you. Heather, if you'll just show her the door, I think it's time we all get cleaned up and into beds for the night. Drive safely and call us to let us know you got home okay."

With that, I was dismissed, by the Domme, but kindly so. When she said "first night," she'd meant it, indicating more to come. It had been a good audition. Heather walked me out, exchanging pleasantries and rather shyly giving me one more kiss to say good-night. I called when I made it home safely, Heather impaled on her Mistress's cock on one end of the call while Emma directed my fingers in my busy pussy on the other end.

Before hanging up, I was ordered to give myself "two screaming orgasms" before going to sleep.

Oh, these girls were gonna be fun.



Take It or Leave It



It is the opportunity that I have been waiting for. It is not that I did not get opportunities to be alone at home. But since both my parents worked out of home, I am never sure when they would decide to return home. That created a lot of excitement but I could never achieve the perfection which I wanted. That bothered me a lot. I also ended up doing much less than what I wanted to do. Mostly I finished early and remained alone for long, regretting all the time which I was wasting. But sometimes there were close calls and I barely managed to put things back in place. 

I have been planning for today for quite some time. I knew my mother would be away for the day and return home only after a late dinner at a businesswomen's convention which she is attending today. The convention is at the other end of our city and she will not waste taxi fare even if she wanted to come home for some rest in between. My father is in another city today to attend a family wedding. 

My preparation consisted of many small things which I have secreted away behind the undergarments in my wardrobe. I never left the wardrobe unlocked and kept the key always with me. Among my collection is a padded 36c size bra with matching black cotton panties. I have sewn another panty inside the new one and filled the space in-between with cotton at the right places to give me ample buttocks with the right curves. I have filled a pair of old socks with cotton and tied the two ends to form a ball. I have nipped off the extra portion of the knots and the two balls will serve as my breasts with knots doing the job of nipples. I believe better than cotton would be light small seeds like linseed. They give a shape which moves and jiggles better than cotton as we walk. May be, next time I will do that. I have also bought a black ready made blouse which fits me snugly. It is also a bit transparent so my bra outline will be seen. The saree which I want to wear today is a black silk one with a nice border. It is a pretty saree and I think I will look good in it. I have already noted where my mother has kept the saree and the black petticoat. I can take it out in no time. I should take care to put it back in the same way. 

Though I am going to wear a saree, I do not like the idea having body hair. Last one week I have been secretly using wax to get rid of hair. As such I did not have much hair, but I had to struggle a little with my chest hair. Today I am quite proud of my clean midriff and smooth arms which will be visible despite the saree. I have even removed the hair around my thing! Last night I tucked myself between my legs and looked into the mirror. The mound looked nice and womanly. I felt good. 

Just two days ago I had gone to a costumes company and taken things on hire saying I was participating in a college drama. The owner was quite helpful. In addition to a wig of short hair and a set of costume jewelry with clip on ear rings, he even gave me a pair of leather sandals with two inch heels. 

I have taken stock of the cosmetics available in the house. I think I have everything that I might need. Last night I had steamed my face on the pretext that I was with a sore throat. I had done a home facial secretly late last night and I am sure my face is looking good. I even plucked my brow but that fact is now hidden by my specs. In a short while I will wear my contacts and my thin arched eyebrows will be fully visible. I must remember not to wear my contacts for the next one week. 

I am sitting in our living room now. I am wearing my pajamas and long sleeved kurta. There are butterflies in my stomach as I look forward to the day. I can hear my mother getting ready. I don't know why she is taking so much time. The taxi has already come. She will be late if she doesn't hurry up. But I will not open my mouth. She may get angry and decide not to go at all. 

Ok I think her coming into the living room now. I look up from my newspaper. 

"Ok Suneil, I have kept food for you. Try to eat everything that is there. If you are going out lock up properly and leave the porch light on. Ok." she is smiling at me now. 

"Yes mom. Have a nice meeting." I smile back at her. 

Now I am going to walk with her and properly see her off. 

She is wearing an expensive Dacca saree. I should try it someday! She also has a nice perfume on. Let me see if I can locate that one. 

We have now reached the taxi. She is smiling once again at me as she gets in. I smile and wave out to her. 

Ok that is it. I am all alone now. Whatever happens I am not going to attend to the doorbell. It is the convention in our house not to use a padlock. The main door looks the same whether there is anyone is at home or not. Since we have our own keys it does not matter to us. 

Now I am in my room. First I wear my contact lenses. Now I am stepping out of my shirt and pant. As I put away my man clothes into wash basket, I look into the mirror to admire my smooth skin. I feel myself getting all excited. So let me move away. 

The shower is wonderful. The soap glides over my body. I must avoid the temptation to reach between my legs. There a still a lot of time for that. 

I have wiped myself fully now. I dry my hair with a drier and comb it backwards. 

I am now in front of my mother's dressing table. I have tied my towel around my waist modestly. I am not wearing anything else. 

I take a little liquid makeup in my left palm and start putting it on my face little by little. I cover my ears and neck as well. As it dries on me I use a wet cotton swab to clean my lips and eyebrows where a few smudges can be seen. The make up looks a bit too shiny. I will pat a little talcum powder on it. 

I have opened my mother's lipstick case. I think I will go in for the deep red one. I dab a tiny brush with lipstick and draw a border at the edge of my lips. Now I use the stick to fill the whole area. I think I will also use a little lip-gloss. It looks and tastes good! Ok that is done. 

Now comes the eye shadow. A darker shade of brown on the top lids and a lighter one below. My eyelashes are quite long and nice. Anyway I can't use anything on them with my contacts on. But I can use eyeliner. I do that carefully. This is one of the toughest things. But it done and it is looking very nice. 

Before I do anything else, I need to wash my hands properly. I do that and go to my room. 

Now I pull out my collection from behind the undergarments. Without putting my arms through it, I hook the bra at my chest. I slide it back into place and now I put my arms through it. I knead my artificial breasts into shape and place them inside the bra cups. I adjust the nipples into their proper place and use a little cotton to obtain the right shape and proper fill. 

I drop the towel from my waist and wear a condom. I wear my panties while keeping my thing pressed against my lower tummy. As I have a little cotton padding in the front of the panties as well my mound looks ok. But the wonderful thing is my widened hip with a round bottom. I can feel the woman in me coming out. I can't help looking at myself in the mirror. I am now a woman with smooth fair skin who is just half way through dressing up. 

All this has taken a lot of time. I am beginning to feel hungry. But anyway let me complete my dressing up before I eat. I now wear the black blouse which sits snugly over my lovely breasts. I can see the outline of my black bra through it. 

I again go back to back to my mom's room. I take out the black petticoat and the silk saree and place them on the bed. I wear the petticoat by sliding it down from my head. It rests on my wide hips. I smoothen it and tie the tape at my waist. In comparison to my wide hips and ample breasts my waist does feel narrow and womanly. I smile happily to myself. I now unfold the saree taking care to note how it was folded. I note the falls and determine the right side and start wearing it. I do it three times yet I am not happy. Ultimately I tie it the Gujarati way. Now I feel happy with the way it has draped over the curves of my body. To hold the pall in place, I have fixed it on to my blouse with a safety pin. The bra straps seem to peep out of the blouse. I have now put them through the button loops at the shoulder of my blouse. 

Now I am walking through the house. In small steps I place one foot in front of the other. This causes some movement at my buttocks. I also swing my arms at the elbow and not at the shoulder. When I observe myself in the mirror I know I have the womanly walk now. I have been practicing this walk for over a month. I think I can do it without faltering. 

Again I am back in my room. I comb my hair backwards and sort of plaster it against my head. Now I slide the netted cap of the wig over my head and fix it properly. As I tousle it the false hair falls to cover the cap properly and fall over a part of my forehead. Now the effect is stunning. Good hair does add beauty to a woman and I am as such beautiful. I have become more beautiful now. Now the woman in me feels the urge to check my face for any shortcomings in my make up. I use a tissue to smoothen out things. I go back to mom's room and apply a fresh coat of lipstick and purse my lips to spread it evenly. I now want to apply nail polish to my fingers and toes. I sit on my parent's bed and file my nails evenly. Then I apply red nail polish. It is going to be a lot of work to remove all this. But I have the time. While I replace the nail polish, I notice my mom's silver anklets in the draw. I wear them and walk back to my room. My anklets add to my womanliness as the tiny bells in them produce music as I move. They also help me to walk slowly with a nice hip movement. 

Now the time has come for the ear danglers and a light necklace and bangles. They are made of silver and coated with gold. I wear them and go back to my mom's room to wear a black bind on my forehead. 

I now collect a black shiny handbag from my mother's collection and go back to my room. I place in the bag my lipstick, my compact, some tissues and money. Now I wear my high heeled sandals and stand up. The bag is slung from my shoulder. I check myself in the mirror and know that my transformation into a woman is complete. I will walk through the house and catch glimpses of me in various reflecting surfaces to make sure I look completely natural. 

I am satisfied that I look every inch a woman. I am also very hungry now. I leave my bag on my bed and walk into the kitchen. I heat some idles in the microwave. I put them in a plate along with a little chutney. I break the idly into small pieces, dip it lightly into the chutney, put it into my mouth and try to eat it slowly without too much noise. I think I am doing it in gentle womanly way. I immediately wash the plate on eating and put away the balance food properly. 

I now come to the living room and smoothen my saree as I slide into the sofa. I take care to keep my legs closed as I sit. I switch on the TV to surf the channels. Now I see a song from Raju Ban gaya Gentleman. I imagine myself as the heroine and become excited. 

I switch off the TV and go into my bedroom. I take off my sandals and leave them near my bed. I swing my legs up and gently hit the bed. I pick up a long cylindrical pillow and hug it. I can feel my hero on top of me. I help him to move up and down on me. Now I can feel him inside me as I reach my orgasm. 

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" Sunaina wake up" I hear my mother's voice. But why is she was calling me Sunaina? Have I fully become a woman? Now I hear my mother whispering," I think you can hear me. Just get up normally and don't be surprised that I am at home. There are visitors in the house and I don't want them to know anything; ok." 

I take a few minutes to open my eyes. Mother is not in the room and the door to the room is closed. I can hear voices outside. It is all coming back now... 

Now I know that my mother has seen me fully dressed. She is not mad because there are others at home. She is pretending that I am Sunaina for the sake of others. Now my heart is beating fast. What will happen to me now? How can I face mother. Looks like I had slept off after all the excitement. Let me first check how I look. I walk up to the mirror. Not too bad. Despite having got up from bed I look very much a lovely woman. Hey this note here seems to be for me. Yes! It is from mom. 

Dear Sunaina, 

I think that it is the right way to call you now. No! I am not angry with you for what you have done. In fact I think you have dressed yourself up very nicely. But I have a ticklish problem. At the convention I got to know a lady from Delhi. During recess she fell down and dirtied her clothes. Since her son has driven her down from Delhi; I suggested that she could go over to our place to change into one of my sarees. We have been here for an hour while you have been sleeping. They have seen you sleeping. It is only courtesy that you should say hello to them. You can't suddenly become my son now with painted nails and all. Anyway I told them that you are my sister's daughter who turned up after I left and even said I was annoyed with my son for leaving you alone and going away. 

Darling, I am not opposed to your desire to be a woman. But the matter should remain only within the family. If you come out now and prove that you can deal with strangers as a woman, then dad and I will help you become a woman fully. If you don't do that and remain inside the room, you should never again dress up as a woman. 

If you decide to come out now, do refresh yourself and come out as a radiant young woman who is confident of herself. I want you to come out with us and be a woman till tomorrow morning to say the least. That is the time when Vijay and his mother Jaya will be leaving for Delhi. Are you unto it? 

With all love and support, 

Your mom 

Can I do it? I love my mother. I can't let her suffer throughout life with the thought that her only child is incapable of meeting life's challenges. I am in the bathroom to check my eyes for any signs of sleep. Little work with a tissue and compact has me right. I take off my saree. I take off my panties and remove the condom. I sit down to relieve my bladder. I wear my panties again tucking in my thing between my legs. Again I tie my saree properly. I adjust my wig and brush it. My mother is outside is outside. She says," Are you there?" "Yes aunty, I am coming out in a while." I call back rather loudly but in a slightly higher pitch. I have practiced that well and I sound good. "That is my girl", my mother called out. I can sense happiness in her voice. 

I open the bathroom door as noiselessly as possible and come into the room. My mother again is not in the room. As I check myself in the mirror, I hear a knock at the door and my mom comes in smiling. I lower my eyes as I turn to face her. I can also feel my cheeks burning. My mother walks up to me lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. "Are you composed now? I mean what I have written in the note. Are you ready for the challenge?" I meet her eyes and say in an undertone," yes mother! I can do it!" 

"That is my girl! Now listen. I am telling them that you had come here for an interview in the morning and will be leaving tomorrow. I will also say Suneil got called away for a cricket match in a nearby town and will be back only tomorrow. I will explain your similar names by saying you were born within days of each other. Now about your dress! For the "interview" saree was ok. But for going out with us you need to change...." Mom pauses. 

"What are you saying mommy. How can I come out as a... as a girl. Won't people recognize me?" 

"No my dear! You are looking every bit a girl. With your nice hair, trimmed eyebrow, made up eyes, full red lips, painted nails, nice breasts and buttocks and a narrow waist, all your friends will see only a desirable babe...." Mom grins broadly as she says this. 

As she finishes I start hitting her playfully on her shoulders with my fists." Please, mom! I will say hello to them but let me stay at home." 

" No way my dear! I think it is for your own good. Once you go out, you will gain confidence. Before your father returns, I want to be sure that you really want to be a girl. Only then I will be comfortable talking to him about helping you out. So no more discussion. This bag contains a pair of jeans and a nice top which I had bought for your cousin. I think it will fit you. You could wear your Nike shoes which are under the bed. But do wear your socks before you wear the jeans..." 

Having said her piece, mother is leaving the room. I am excited at the idea of wearing normal teenager dress. I take off my saree, blouse and petticoat and leave them folded on the bed. I pull out the contents of the bag. Now I know why mom wanted me to wear my socks first. It will be nearby impossible to pull up the socks into these slim fit trousers. So I sit on the bed in my bra and panties and Wear my socks. My peal comes in the way, so I take it off. I also take off my jewelry and the bindi. My image in the mirror looks funny. I smile and pick up the light blue jeans and start sliding it up my legs. The jeans hug my legs and buttocks. As I zip up, I find that the top of the jeans is below my navel. That is because it is a hipster. Oh mommy; what you have done. I am going to look sexy in this thing. I hope this guy Vijay is not a leech. 

The top is no less sexy. It is pink, loose fitting, sleeveless and translucent. It has imprints of a plant with tiny flowers all along the hem. The flowers of the plant are at breast level with a caption "Mountain Flowers" printed boldly across the chest. Now that I have worn it, it feels it is rather tight around my breasts with the caption held taut my melons. I am sure no one will have any doubts about which mountains the caption was referring to. To conclude my dressing I wear my shoes. 

Now I walk to the mirror. I can feel my buttocks swaying, the muscles of my smooth legs rubbing the fabric, my navel is seen briefly through the fabric and the caption sways a bit with the movement of my breasts. The outline of my bra appears and disappears as I walk. As I swing my arms at the elbows the shiny smoothness of my swinging arms is lit by the flashes of the red painted nails. 

Having checked my face in the mirror one last time, I take a couple of deep breaths to gather courage and step out of the room. There is no one in the passage. I tip toe to the kitchen and drink a little water. As I put the glass down, mother comes in and hugs me and kisses me on my forehead. 

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"Darling! This is Jay aunty and this is Vijay." I say hi to Vijay and turn to shake hands with aunty, Vijay is sitting in one of the single sofas while aunty is sitting across on one side of a double sofa. Aunty gets up to hug me and says, "Oh dear! You are so pretty. Seeing you, I wish I was young again" She starts laughing as I take an instant liking to her. 

While aunty hugs me, mom has sat down on the other half of the double sofa, leaving me with no choice but sit on the single sofa next to Vijay. As aunty releases me and asks me to sit down, Vijay gets up from his seat to let me pass with a gesture of his hands. He smiles at me as I pass him closely. I realize that I am about six inches shorter than him and quite frail compared to his athletic build. I can sense that he too is impressed with my looks. Now I feel confident. 

As I sit, mom looks at me and blinks once. I notice her opening and closing her legs slightly. I understand and bring my legs together. 

"So how was your interview?" 

"Yea Ok" 

"What post' 

"Oh! Front office in a hotel" 




Take It or Leave It



"So when are you joining" 

I smiled," I still haven't been offered." 

He smiled back," I think that is just a formality" 

"Thank you for your confidence. Wish you were my employer." 

"Sure! Anytime you wish, come to Delhi. I will employ you." 

"Yes Sunaina! Vijay is the General Manager in a hotel chain." Mom is saying. 

"Yes beti! You can stay with us. After all there is nothing like home food." aunty is saying. 

Vijay is laughing now." Mommy never eats in my hotel. " 

I too am laughing now while aunty dismisses her son with a wave of her hand. 

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By the time we step out to drop the mothers at the convention, Vijay and I have become friends. I do not have any worry about my looks. I am sure Vijay is attracted to me. I could not help noticing a little bulge in his trousers as he got up from the sofa rather awkwardly 

One thing I was worried about is my voice. It is holding up nicely. I had read somewhere that you should hold your pitch midway between gargling and falsetto and speak with vibrations confined to top half of the throat. Top half resonance can be ensured by practicing with fingers placed above and below your Adam's apple. The movements of the lower finger should be kept to the minimum. 

Now we are on your way. Naturally, I am sitting in the front with Vijay and our moms are at the back. 

The plan is that after dropping the moms we are to proceed for some shopping. I will help Vijay to select some dresses for his little sisters. We will return to pick up the moms in about four hours. 

"So beta (my dear daughter) take care of Sunaina esp. in crowded areas... there are enough roadside Romeos "aunty is saying. 

"Don't worry aunty; this is my city. Tell your beta to hold my hands. He may get lost." 

Aunty laughs and says," You naughty girl. You may think you are grown up. For me you will remain children" 

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"Did someone tell you that you are pretty?" Vijay is telling me as we leave the convention centre for the Haw Mahan area. "I know it. Anyway why are you saying it now?" 

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." 

I am smiling now and say impishly," Are you making a pass?" 

He smiles back," Not so far. Are you looking forward to it?" 

Both of us are laughing now. 

I feel something is happening to me. I want to be the sweetheart to this handsome man, who more than anything makes me, laugh. But will he laugh when he knows the truth. 

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" Why not select a wedding dress for both of you while you are here." The shopkeeper is saying as he packs our selections for Vijay's sisters. Now what made him think so? I blush and kept quiet. Vijay laughed. 

"That can wait. But show some latest designs for this lady here. That is if she can try it for me to select a few." 

"Oh sure sir. We do have a trial room." 

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We have bought a salwar kameez, a lehanga choli and a night wear for me after trying out about a dozen dresses. Having trapped me, Vijay almost converted the shop into a ramp and me into a one woman fashion show. But I felt so happy being able to try out lovely new dresses. Only the night wear I had not tried though he kept whispering into my ear to try it. 

Having started I continued to buy many things and now we realize that we have just an hour to go before we meet our moms. 

"Let us have some tea." 

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"Hey Sunaina dear, you have made my day. But for you I would have died of boredom. I am serious. Why don't you come and work for me. If you work hard and continue to look beautiful, I may actually propose to you. Then we can come here to buy our wedding dress and get married." "No Vijay! Don't say these things. I need time to think through. I feel confused now." 

We are sitting close to each other in a dimly lit restaurant. 

"Ok dear; I understand." 

I realize my hand is in his hand. 

What am I doing? Oh God help me. 

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It is night now. Mother and aunty are in the master bedroom preparing to sleep. I am in my room. Vijay is in the guest room next to me. There is a connecting door between my room and his. I am wearing the night dress which Vijay had bought for me. I tip toe to the connecting door and stand in front of it. This is the seventh or eighth time that I have done it. I turn to go back to my bed, when I feel a presence behind me. I turn and find the door ajar. Vijay is standing there in his pajamas. 

"The night dress adds to your beauty." 

"Oh Vijay" 

I rush to him and he embraces me. I am sobbing now. 

He holds me tight and passes his fingers through my hair. 

"Oh Vijay! Make me yours." I say as I sob. 

Oh no! That was my original voice. I am stunned. Vijay knows now. Still he is holding me tight and comforting me. But he should be pushing me away. 

" Now, Now! My Sunaina darling. Your mother has told me about you and got my consent for the experiment. She wanted no surprises and scenes in a public place. Dont worry. I still love you. I will wait till you become a woman fully. I will also help you become one. So relax now." 

I am sobbing all the more now. Vijay leads me to his bed and starts kissing me. Soon he is playing with my boobs and tits. I take him in my mouth and he comes in explosions. He uses his hand to help me come. We sleep hugging each other.



Take It Out



"Go ahead. Take it out," Marcus said as he rolled the ice cubes around in his rocks glass, smiling and nodding toward the bedroom door, behind which my wife was waiting. "She'll wait."

The handsome black man, who at 22 was less than half my age, was making me feel like I usually make other people feel while doing business with them. I was back on my heels, nervous and on the defensive, while young Marcus was confident - nearly arrogant - because he knew that he had a market for his product.

I wasn't used to this; sweating like a pig while trying to seem cool and calm, as if this sort of thing happened every day. It hadn't, at least not to us. This was new, and while it was exciting, it was also frightening.

You see, Marcus was about to go into the bedroom - our bedroom - where my wife of 23 years, Darcy was in there waiting for him. Darcy was scared too. We had been faithful to each other until a couple of weeks ago, when we had invited another woman into what had been a completely faithful relationship for a one-night fling.

That had been my idea, because I had long wanted to see my Darcy with another woman. Darcy had resisted, despite her telling me of times long ago back in college when she had an affair with her roommate, but after I persisted she gave in.

It was great. Poor Darcy. She was so worried about how she looked, and while at 47 she no longer had the tight and trim body she had in her youth, Darcy's full and firm body had certainly turned on the other woman, who might have been ten years Darcy's junior but was not nearly as attractive.

I got to watch, and even played around a bit. The other woman even gave me head, the first time another woman had touched my cock since before Darcy and I got engaged. Darcy said she liked watching the other woman suck my cock quite a bit, and hoped that I would enjoy watching her just as much when the tables were turned.

You see, that was part of the deal we had made when she agreed to fulfilling my fantasy. If I got my wish, she would get hers. I was so eager to see Darcy with a woman that I had agreed, and after Darcy told me what she wanted, I admit to being shocked.

"What difference does it make what color the guy is?" Darcy complained when I asked her why she specifically asked me to find her a black man to be with. "Besides, that seems to be the theme of a lot of the DVDs we watch.

Darcy had me there. Quite often, the DVDs we watched on Saturday nights had black guys with white women, and I was the one that picked them out. Seems that Darcy had been made curious by the thought, and decided that if she was going to do this, she might as well fulfill both of our fantasies.

"It's not MY fantasy!" I had protested, but maybe in the back of my mind, it was.

The difference in skin color intrigued me, and the thought of Darcy's pale white skin against a rich ebony-toned man did send a chill down my spine. The other stuff? Well, I didn't know how much of that was bull or not. Anyway it didn't matter.

"Where am I going to find a black guy?" I had said, figuring that it wasn't going to be anything I would be able to pull off. It wasn't like our social circle was all that diverse, and I wasn't about to pick some homeboy off of a street corner and bring him into my home.

Turns out, finding a black dude who wants to have sex with a white woman isn't much of a challenge. As a matter-of-fact, my pitiful half-hearted attempt had my e-mail account jammed up. It seems that there are a lot of guys out there who find the concept of fucking a plump 47 year old woman very appealing, and few were bothered by the thought of her 51 year old husband watching.

I was able to do the picking, not ever mentioning to Darcy that I had 21 guys to choose from. I settled on Marcus, because he seemed to be the most intelligent and well-mannered guy out there. His photo was of him clothed, whereas most of the others sent crude pictures of their stuff, most likely taken from Internet porn sites.

In our last e-mail exchange, I told Marcus that his civility had made him the one I chose, and liked the fact that he hadn't sent me anything graphic. He didn't work that way, he explained, and besides, Darcy and I would see all we wanted of him when we met.

"Did you tell him that I'm a fat old lady?" Darcy asked when I told her we were going to meet Marcus that next weekend.

"I told him exactly what you are," I said. You're a very pretty 47 year old woman who looks younger and is amply proportioned."

Darcy is a bit self-conscious about the fact that her 5'4" frame carries about 25 more pounds than it did when we first married, but most of the weight went to her boobs and butt, and while her waist is a bit thick, she had no belly to speak of.

"He said he likes full-figured woman anyway," I reminded Darcy, and while Darcy didn't quite fill that description, she wasn't the 34-24-36 college freshman I had fallen in love with these days.

More like a 40-28-42 figure, I would have guessed, but when I had described Darcy to Marcus, he seemed to like what he heard.

"I think we're going to have a good time," Marcus had promised.

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"Darcy - she's really nervous," I explained to Marcus after Darcy had retreated to the bedroom to get ready. "She - we never did anything like this before."

"I can tell," Marcus said, his teeth sparkling like the gold chain he wore that his open necked silk shirt revealed.

Marcus was a pleasant fellow, although I assumed that this wasn't his usual personality. I suspected he was more rough around the edges but was acting like a white middle-aged couple would hope he acted in their home.

Marcus was black. As black as the color could be, and his 6'1" frame looked sleek and very well toned from what his attire revealed. His hair was very short and his fingernails looked immaculate. He was an handsome guy, and I don't know whether that was a factor in Darcy being a bundle of nerves or not.

"So, my man," Marcus said as we sipped scotch. "You aren't going to be one of those guys that sits in the peanut gallery and makes comments, are you?"

"No," I said. "I'm just going to - be there."

"That's good," Marcus said. "I like it when the dude just sits and jerks off while I do is wife."

"Oh, I'm not going to do that," I assured Marcus.

"Right," Marcus said. "Like I said, I don't care if you do, long as you don't get any of your sap on me. If you want, you can help your old lady in there. You know, if her jaws get tired or something."

"Me? No," I assured him.

"I don't know," Marcus said. "I can usually figure you dudes out really well. I suspect you've tasted a few dicks in your time."

"Me? No way."

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure," Marcus said with a devilish grin. "You sure? Never? Like back in the day?"

"Well," I said, shrugging. "Back when I was young..."

"Thought so," Marcus cackled. "That's alright, my man. I've nibbled on a few myself. No harm no foul."

I smiled and nodded, shrugging my shoulders as I thought back on my own college days, and of stories I had never shared with Darcy or anybody else.

"Go ahead. Take it out," Marcus had said as we finished our drinks in the den before going into the bedroom where my Darcy was probably trembling on the bed.

"What?" I said, having found myself staring at Marcus down below the waist, even though his baggy slacks revealed nothing.

"I said you can take it out," he repeated. "Darcy will wait. Since you're so generous in giving me your wife, you deserve to get the first look at what I'm going to give her."

"No, that's okay," I said.

"I insist," Marcus said, smiling but grabbing my hand. "Just between you and me. Man to man."

Marcus took my wrist and brought it over to his crotch. 

"Just pull the zipper down, reach in and pull it out," Marcus instructed me, and I found myself doing what he said. "You know you want to see what I got."

I fumbled with the zipper, but after a few seconds I finally got it down and reached my hand inside the fly. There was nothing but Marcus underneath the trousers, and after my fingers brushed into some coarse hairs I lowered my hand further.

"Omigod," I muttured, and judging my the expression on his face, my shock at what my hand had found was uttered loud enough for him to here.

Heavy. Warm, very rubbery, and heavy. That was what I thought as I lifted the flaccid cock and pulled the gelatinous tube out of his slacks. His uncircumcised organ was huge, and he wasn't close to being erect.

"Think Darcy will like this?" Marcus cooed as he stood there with his cock hanging out of his pants.

"I - I don't know," I mumbled, unable to take me eyes off of the ebony hose even though I could feel Marcus staring at me.

"She's not used to getting anything like this, is she?" Marcus asked, and I knew that he wasn't referring to the pigmentation of his manhood.

"Uh - no. Not really. I'm - kinda average."

"Don't worry," Marcus said. "It don't get much bigger than this even when it gets hard. Go ahead. See what I mean?"

"No," I said, but Marcus had his hand on my shoulder and was bringing me down to my knees. "What if Darcy..."

"Don't worry. You know you want to."

His cock looked even bigger in front of my face. Only the tip of his glans - a lighter hue much like cranberry - was peeking out from under the foreskin of his cock, with the ominous ridge of the head fully visible under the tight shroud.

What are you doing? That was all I could think of as I stared at the huge organ inches away from me. You're a married man. Haven't done anything like this since college with my dorm-mate Ted Comstock. This wasn't Teddy though. 

Darcy, I thought to myself. You've never been with an uncircumcised man. What will you think? I lifted the cock to my mouth, and for the first time since my late teens I took a man into my mouth.

"Ahh - that's it my man," Marcus sighed as his hand held the back of my head and guided me to him. "Take it."

As my lips went down as far as they could, I could already feeling Marcus become erect, and after only about a minute of sucking he was fully engorged.

"See, my man," Marcus said as he pulled my head about from his cock, which waved straight out in front of me. "I ain't no Lexington Steele or anything. Only about nine inches here."

The fact that I knew who Marcus was referring to was embarrassing enough, but knowing that it was my saliva making about half of his enormous cock shine was even worse. His comment about not being as well hung as some porn star seemed absurd, because my eyes and mouth could attest to Marcus being incredibly well endowed.

"That's enough, my man," Marcus said as I found myself leaning forward to try and finish the job I had started. "Got to save the rest for your wife."

I struggled to my feet as Marcus finished his scotch, and then we were forced to wait until Marcus lost his erection before we could go to Darcy.

Marcus followed me as we went down the hall to our bedroom. Inside, Darcy was sitting on the bed in her nightie, a frilly thing we had bought for the occasion, and she looked like an angel, albeit a terrified one.

"I love you honey," Darcy said to me, and I returned the words, although Marcus was already easing me aside, sentencing me to the corner chair in the shadows.

The bed. We had been planning to buy a new one anyway, so this would be the last time this one would be used. Tomorrow, a new bed would take the place of this one.

I assumed my position, helplessly watching as Marcus kissed Darcy on the forehead while whispering something to her. Darcy nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Darcy was shaking too, giggling nervously as she fumbled. I wanted to tell her that it was okay - you should have seen me taking down that very same zipper out in the den - but I didn't.

Marcus was now naked above the waist, and while he didn't have an overly muscular build, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. A scar on his shoulder and a couple of tattoos were the only marks on his ebony skin, and his abs were prominent as he stood there with his hands clasped behind his head, posing for her.

What did he say? I couldn't hear, but now Darcy was taking a step back and lifting the nightie over her head, naked before another man. Her full and pendulous breasts, with their large nipples sticking way out, looked magnificent even if they did sag a bit.

Marcus seemed pleased, and my eyes watched his as he looked my wife over. Her thick bush had been trimmed, because Darcy said that young guys don't like hair like my generation does, or at least that was what the magazines told her.

Now Marcus was motioning Darcy over, and like he had done to me, his black hand went on her shoulder, ebony fingers pressing into her soft white skin as he eased her down.

Still time to chicken out, I thought, and when Darcy hesitated I thought she might, but she didn't. Darcy undid his belt, and then his trousers were falling to his ankles.

The look on my wife's face - I knew it well, because it was probably similar to my own out in the den. Darcy looked over at me in the darkness but I was unable to help her, because I was bound to the seat by some unseen force, with one hand gripping the arm of the chair and the other...

I came. To my utter shame I ejaculated as Darcy's mouth took in the head of that big black dick, filling my boxers with what felt like a copious amount of cum while Darcy struggled to hold Marcus and his massive manhood.

Marcus tilted my wife's head back so she was looking up at him while she sucked on his big black dick. Her jaws seemed to be stretched to the limit by the size of his manhood, and he seemed to relish the sight of this middle-aged middle class white woman on her knees before him.

Marcus brought her to the bed and put Darcy onto her back. He fingered her roughly for a minute while stroking his cock with his other hand, and then he was climbing between her spread thighs.

No romance. Nothing resembling foreplay. Marcus simply rubbed his cock along the lips of my wife's sex and couple of times and eased into her. Darcy cried out as Marcus impaled her, cackling while asking her how it felt to have a big one for the first time, and then he began thrusting into my wife.

Her tiny pale hands were digging into Marcus, whose skin was starting to glisten with sweat. Marcus was taking long deep thrusts into Darcy, nearly pulling all of his cock out of her before plunging back in.

She was cumming. I had heard those sounds before, but it sounded different when another man was making it happen. Darcy cried out, her legs kicking in the air as her body convulsed, and after she stopped coming Marcus roughly rolled on onto her stomach.

Marcus put Darcy on her hands and knees and mounted her from behind. Marcus had positioned her facing me, on purpose I'm sure, so that I could see the expression on my wife's face when he put his cock back in her.

From Darcy's expression, I almost thought that he was putting her cock in her ass, what with her eyes rolling back in her skull and her mouth open in a silent scream. Riding her like she was his plaything, Marcus held onto her hips while thrusting in and out of my wife.

Darcy's tits were swinging wildly below her as the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with the animal-like grunts of Marcus and Darcy's whimpering. Faster and harder Marcus went, reaching around Darcy and mauling her breasts roughly, and then his eyes rolled back in his head.

He was cumming. His body jerked as he filled my wife's cunt with his seed, his sweat raining down on Darcy's back while grunting gutturally, and then he was pulling his spent cock out of her. Darcy rolled onto her back, and after a few minutes Marcus went to the bathroom.

"Honey," I whispered, and Darcy looked startled, as if she had forgotten I was there in the shadows. "Are you okay?"

Darcy didn't answer. Her chest was still heaving and she looked dazed. Between her legs, I could see the cum oozing out of her pussy, hanging on the hairs that lined her sex, and then Marcus reentered the room.

Marcus wasn't done. In fact, he had barely begun. For the next several hours, he had his way with Darcy, taking her from every angle imaginable. Darcy said little, and was like a toy to Marcus, only speaking to tell him that he didn't want her to fuck her in the ass.

He seemed upset at that, since he seemed fond of squeezing her plump cheeks, but she was insistent so he simply fucked her from behind again. I think he came four times altogether, three times in her pussy and once in her mouth, forcing Darcy to take his load after pulling his cock out of her pussy and waving it in her face.

At one point he had Darcy give him a bath, with her tongue. Darcy obediently licked his ebony torso from head to toe, and our eyes met as she was running her tongue through the little patch of moist curls in his armpit.

The last time he fucked Darcy, he had he positioned on her hip while he took her from behind, holding her leg up by the knee, probably so I could see his cock thrusting in and out of my wife's pussy, and seeing that huge appendage from that angle made it look even bigger. The base of his cock looked as thick as my forearm.

Darcy was barely conscious, or so it seemed. She looked groggy, and I knew that she had had enough, but Marcus seemed insatiable so she just let him have his way with her.

"Yo," Marcus was saying to me, and he gestured me over to the bed. "Eat that pussy."

Marcus had me kneel on the side of the bed with my face scant inches away from Darcy's pussy. The stench of sex filled the air as I moved my face towards my wife's ravaged pussy, her labia beet red and swollen as his huge cock moved in and out, creating a sloshing sound.

My tongue dabbed at Darcy's clit as I stared at the glistening spear moving inches from my tongue. I wanted to pull that cock out of Darcy and finish Marcus off with my mouth, but the thought of Darcy seeing me do that stopped me.

Out of sight, my hand was working over my own cock, and I came almost immediately. I continued to lick my wife's clit until my face got pulled right into her by Marcus, who cackled as he shoved my face in before I backed off and went back to the chair and watched him finish up.

Darcy wasn't going to cum again. I lost track of how many orgasms she had, but she wasn't even able to fake any by this point. Marcus came, and after his cock went limp and slithered out of my wife's pussy, I watched the seed drool out of the fold.

"I could go for a drink," Marcus said from the bed, and I nodded, telling Marcus to follow me back out to the den.

"Your old lady is alright," Marcus said as I poured him a drink. "Ran out of gas though. Ain't even midnight."

Darcy was out like a light back in the bed, and while I was tempted to say that it had been years since we had made love twice in one night, much less however many times they had just done it, I explained that we usually turned in early.

"Looks like you enjoyed it," Marcus said, and he laughed when I told him it was okay, nodding toward my pants.

I felt like crawling under the carpet when I realized that the front of my pants was one big stain from the loads I had popped while watching.

"Take them off," Marcus said, and I laughed and told him no, and that I was fine like I was, but he repeated it.

"Them underwear too," Marcus said after I took off the slacks, and after I lowered the gooey boxers and tried to pry my dick out of my sticky pubic hair he laughed.

"Little fella looks tired too," Marcus said as he surveyed my equipment, which looked ridiculous next to Marcus, who stood there unabashedly naked beside me.

"I felt your tongue," Marcus said as he sipped his scotch. "When you were eating your wife's snatch I felt your tongue licking my dick. How come you didn't take it out of her and suck on it for a while? You know I wouldn't have complained."




Take It Out



"I - I just couldn't."

"Your wife doesn't know you're a cocksucker?"

"I'm not," I protested.

"Could have fooled me," Marcus said. "You want to suck it now, don't you?"

"No. I - I mean, I will if you want me to."

"Want to do it back in the bedroom?" Marcus suggested, and when I shook my head no he laughed.

"Well, where you do want it? In the mouth or in the ass?"

"The ass?" No!" 

"Okay then," Marcus said, pulling on his dick. "First though, get it up."

"What?"

"Your dick. I want to see you get it up."

"Here?"

"Yeah. Let me see what you've been giving that lady in there all these years," Marcus said. "Get a hard on, and then I'll let you suck my dick."

Embarrassed, I pulled on my dick while trying to think of something to get me stiff. I felt so ashamed that even staring at his long black snake did little good.

"Maybe this will help," Marcus said, and after setting his glass down he reached down and grabbed me, practically crushing my limp stem with his thumb and index finger as he yanked on it hard.

"There you go," Marcus said as he pulled hard on my fully engorged penis. "Is that as big as it gets?"

My answer came in the form of an orgasm that spat into his hand, the milky white cream stark against his ebony fingers. My knees were jelly as I came, and after my orgasm subsided Marcus wiped his hand on my chest.

"Probably going to take some time for me to cum," Marcus said as he eased me down to my knees. "Something tells me you don't mind that though. Neither do I, because to tell you the truth you give better head than your old lady."

Marcus took a long time, and he was right in that I didn't mind. I reveled in sucking on that sleek hunk of manhood, with my wife's juices still on it, and even though it took about 15 minutes to get him off, I kept gobbling his cock until he shot his load down my throat.

I got to my feet, my jaw throbbing, and after as I watched Marcus get dressed I walked him to the door.

"What are you going to tell your wife?" Marcus asked, and when I asked him what he meant he explained.

"When she asks you about you givng me head," he told me.

"I'm not going to tell her that," I assured him. "And please don't you say anything."

"I don't have to," Marcus said. "She saw you."

"WHAT?"

"A couple of minutes before I coated your throat, I looked up and there she was standing in the doorway looking at us."

"Why didn't you say something?" I complained. "Stopped me or at least warned me."

"What the fuck could I say? There was no hiding it. You were on your knees sucking on my cock while pulling your pecker like a chimp," Marcus said. "She's not stupid."

"Hey man," Marcus said, putting his hand on my shoulder as I fought the tempattion to cry. "Some women like seeing that. She looked a little shocked, but maybe deep inside she liked what she saw."

"I doubt it."

"Cheer up man. Who knows? Maybe you'll be calling me up next week inviting me over again," Marcus suggested. "The three of us together. How does that sound? Maybe Darcy would like that, maybe get herself off watching me put my dick in your ass."

***

I didn't call Marcus next week, like he had suspected I would. I didn't call at all.

"Marcus?" I heard Darcy say as I stood at her side. "This is Darcy. I just wanted to thank you for last night. My husband told me what you suggested to him, and I just wanted you to know that I'm interested. Very interested."

***

thank you for reading



Take It Outta My Hide



Donna was overjoyed with her first horse. She had been begging and borrowing rides for a couple of years now, and taking lessons whenever she could afford it. A nice bonus at work finally enabled her to look for her very own horse. Through her sister, she heard of a neighbor who occasionally sold horses, and before long she had settled on a little bay mare called Star. She wasn't an overly expensive mare, as nice riding horses go, but she still cost more than Donna's cash reserve. Also, she had to get a saddle, bridle, saddle pad, blanket, brushes, and various other bits of horse tack. She got a second hand saddle, pad and bridle from the man that sold her the horse and found the other items she needed at "tack-swaps". Fortunately, the person she bought the horse from agreed to trust her to pay the balance over the next year.

Star and Donna got along well, and were suited to each other, mostly due to Star's patient disposition and Donna's determination to become a good horsewoman coupled with a good amount of grit and persistence. Donna felt that this was the best thing that had happened to her in years, and apart from the birth of her daughter, maybe the first good thing in several years. Last year she had been passed over for a promotion, but that was not quite as crushing as her divorce four years before that. It annoyed her that her busty sister had mentioned once or twice that she would be better off with a different bra that might "improve" her somewhat flat-chested figure. She had gained a bit of weight too, and it had been hard between her job, commuting, her shattered confidence and motherhood to find time to even meet men, never mind dates. Her riding gave her a new and wonderful sense of accomplishment and freedom. Her daughter was able to stay with her sister and play with her cousins when Donna would ride. Donna was drinking in her first small taste of freedom and accomplishment in many years as she developed a connection with her mare, and it felt good. 

She became braver, her self confidence grew, and she felt a long lost sense of control coming back into her life. Star was good for her in more ways than she had anticipated. Even her reactions, her balance and her timing improved. She lost some weight and developed a bit of strength and flexibility. She was starting to know what her mare was thinking, and Star was picking up Donna's thoughts, cues and body language. Donna was beginning to anticipate every move Star would make as she rode her, and the feeling of togetherness with her mare grew. She knew that she had finally accomplished something she had always wanted since she was a teenager. She actually was a tiny bit proud of herself. She took Star to few training clinics and was thrilled to find that in addition to learning a bit more each time, she was actually a much better horsewoman than many of the other riders. 

Donna's confidence seemed to overflow into other areas of her life. She was able to handle her mother's occasionally barbed tongue far better than ever before, and she was less annoyed by her sister's smart-ass comments. At work, she was given more responsibility and a small increase in salary. Life was a lot better, and a big part of it was due to her relationship with Star, her developing riding ability, and the resulting confidence she felt. Also, she enjoyed the people she met at her stable, especially Bob, the man she had bought the horse from. He always had an encouraging word for her and helped her work through the occasional issue with her mare. She knew that he enjoyed her company and from time to time she noticed him watching her closely as her breasts bounced when she trotted Star. It felt good to be noticed and appreciated.

The stock market downturn came like a thief in the night. Her whole industry was in trouble, and it didn't look like it would get better very soon. It wasn't long before her boss called her in for "the talk", and soon afterward she, as well as several others, were cleaning out their desks and carrying boxes of personal belongings to their cars. The only good thing was that she was getting over four months of severance pay. She elected to have it paid monthly so it wouldn't push up her income taxes for the year. 

Nevertheless, although she was feeling frightened and a bit hollow inside, she got her resume together and began looking for a new position. She needed the income to keep her apartment, cover her living expenses, and do her best for her daughter. On top of that she still owed quite a bit for Star, and she had a board bill to pay for stabling the horse every month. She really liked the barn where she kept her horse. Star fit in there nicely, received good care and was turned out to pasture daily with a group of mares she was "buddied-up" with.

After several months Donna still hadn't found a decent position. She didn't want to take a job with a big drop in pay as she needed the income level she was used to, and also she needed the time to look for another position that would value her skills and experience. As things got a bit tougher financially, she met with Bob who had sold Star to her and explained her predicament. Donna sensed that he didn't seem overly concerned, and she felt good that he had said "she was not the kind of woman who would just not pay him what she owed." However, she worried about her stabling bill, as she had paid it only partially for three months. She didn't even want to think about moving her mare to another facility, and in any event she was already getting a pretty good deal. 

Her mother called one day and made the helpful suggestion that perhaps selling Star would be a "logical course of action." 

"After all," she said, "it's only right to put your daughter first, as you order your priorities." On top of that, her mom thought that it seemed ridiculous if Donna ever expected help from the family that she was still spending money on a "non-essential". Donna was pretty annoyed at that comment as she had not asked anyone in the family for help, but it did set her to thinking.

She decided she had better have another talk with the stable owner to whom she now owed money not only for her horse but also for the growing sum for board. It took her a week or more to mull over her options. She figured that even if he would take back the horse and cancel that debt, she still owed more for board. She considered offering to do some part-time work for him, but that would eat up job seeking and interviewing time. She wasn't the kind of woman who had ever walked away from her responsibilities, and she knew that if she stiffed him she would almost certainly lose her horse. That thought was too hard to bear, and her pride wouldn't let her walk away from the debt. On top of that, if she didn't pay, word would get around quickly that she was a deadbeat and she couldn't bear the thought of that. Likely no one else would ever trust her or sell her another horse, as she knew that bad news travel quickly among horsemen. Donna was getting desperate.

She knew that Bob liked her and she noticed him looking at her more and more, and he had a gleam in his eye from time to time. 

For his part, Bob was enjoying her company. She was bright, enthusiastic and funny as well as cute. Something about her attracted him. He liked her type, her personality, her looks, and her good natured banter. From time to time he imagined her nude, and he wondered just what her pussy would be like. He saw her breasts bounce when she rode, and his mind wandered to mental images of her tits bared and ready to be played with. He daydreamed a bit about her, thinking how nice it would be to take her clothes off, to explore her nooks and crevices, to kiss her pussy and bring her to an orgasm. He imagined himself sliding deep into her pussy and her responding as he pumped in and out of her.

Finally, she decided to meet with him to discuss her situation as her board bill grew. He seemed fairly calm about the whole thing, much calmer than Donna felt, but then of course she knew that he knew he had the option of taking her horse back. They talked for almost half an hour. She had taken the opportunity to time her talk to take place when they were able to go for a ride in the bush together. They rode slowly, mostly at a walk. When they stopped to talk it was nice to see her mare stop and stand quietly and patiently as Star felt Donna sit down and relax in the saddle. Donna felt rather proud when Bob commented that she had done a good job of "putting a nice handle" on Star. The mare was relaxed and obedient, and responded to Donna's tiniest cue. She was a bit puzzled that he didn't suggest what he expected her to do about her debt, but instead he just asked her what her plans were. As they sat silently, Donna was desperate for an answer but none came to her. She was right out of ideas. She listened intently for a clue from him, but none was forthcoming. She had learned to watch both people and horses carefully, partly from her experience with Star and partly from her experience with her job and most of all with divorce lawyers. She knew he liked her, and that he probably lusted after her. After all, "he was a man" she reminded herself. As she watched Bob she had an idea that he was looking at her as if he was possibly undressing her mentally, even though he really had never made any inappropriate suggestions to her that she could remember. But then again, she thought, "he's a man", they do that, and sex is never far from their minds.

Donna was a cute woman. At thirty-five she still had the energy and bounce of her youth. She was as slim now as she had been for years, even though she didn't class herself as skinny. Men had often told her that she had a cute face. Donna was a bit less than thrilled with her breasts. She felt they were a bit small, but at least they didn't sag too badly. She knew her shoulders were a bit wider than those of a model, but to compensate for that her hips had a nice curve to them. Her legs were a bit on the short side relative to her torso, and they were muscular, but she knew that men still looked at them. Her mother often had said that she was "strongly built", a term she detested, but she knew there was an element of truth in it. 

In all her life, Donna had never thought of herself as anything but pretty upstanding sexually, but suddenly she had a crazy, fleeting idea that maybe Bob would be more willing to be flexible about the debt if she were to make herself available to him. She wasn't even sure if she was reading him properly, perhaps it was all in her mind. She knew that from time to time she had noticed him looking at her with a certain glint in his eye. Before she could stop herself, she made a bit of a joke about her cash-strapped situation and blurted out that Bob "would just have to take it outta her hide", and she followed it with a snicker. Once the words were out she felt ashamed and blushed. Her breathing almost stopped. Her heart was beating so strongly she thought Bob might even hear it. But she looked him right in the eye, nevertheless. She knew she had played her last card. She was pretty sure he knew it too.

When she saw him nod and heard him agree with a quiet "good idea", Donna was relieved but panic stricken. He was taking her up on her offer, an offer that she had blurted out before she had really thought it out completely, before she had time to screw up her courage and take the time to prepare emotionally. Usually she would rehearse a stressful situation in her mind before she entered deep water, but this time she had dived in unprepared, and she felt that she had come to the surface of the pond without her swimsuit. However, a funny kind of peace settled over her. She felt that she wasn't a deadbeat any longer, and she was greatly relieved as she began to hope that maybe this way she could keep her horse. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute. She felt brave, relieved, and excited. Following Bob's lead, Donna dismounted. She moved close to him and let Bob put his arm around her, as both of them stood holding their reins. 

His first words were "Hey, good-looking, this could be a great idea for both of us." 

Donna knew he was still wondering if she really meant what she had suggested. She paused, cranked up her nerve, and said, "You've got all of me whenever you want me." 

Bob tied his horse's reins to a tree branch, so Donna followed suit. 

Donna couldn't help blurting out to him. "I hope you don't think I'm a slut! I feel like a whore in a way". 

Bob replied "I understand – but it's not really like that. You need some help and I need you. I've wanted you for quite a while now. We're really just helping each other out. I've been looking at you for a long time now, thinking how nice it would be play with you in bed. You're cute as a button and I'm sure not getting much at home, so you are really just the perfect person for me. I'm glad you came to me." 

Donna wanted to show some willingness and commitment before the moment passed and before she faltered. She put her arm around him and squeezed, turning her face up to him and kissing him. Before she knew it, she felt herself getting excited and a bit breathless. When Bob's hand reached her breast she became even more excited. She felt a throb in her pussy as their bodies meshed closely. As Donna felt him playfully tweak one of her nipples, she didn't resist and quickly met his tongue with her tongue. 

"You're nice" he whispered. "You're no slut, and we both know that so don't even think that thought - but I'm sure looking forward to the payback. Anyway, men and women have been looking to each other for their needs since time immemorial." 

Donna saw his eyes on her tits so she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and unclasped her bra at the front, telling him "these are all yours, anytime you want." 

He bent down and she felt him suck at her left nipple, and then the right one. The feeling from her nipples started to travel to her womanhood, and she felt her pussy moisten. She now knew that she could do this, in fact she was starting to like the prospect even though she was still scared and maybe a bit ashamed.

When Bob asked her how they were going to get together, Donna realized that she hadn't yet thought through all of the ramifications. 

"Well," she replied, "It needs to be at my apartment when my daughter's at school or away from home. I guess your place is just too busy with people coming and going to the barn all the time." She also knew that his wife didn't need to know anything at all about their arrangement. 

"We have to keep this very, very quiet" he reminded her. 

"No fear," she replied. "I've got a lot at stake, too. Be sure you never tell anyone, ever."

She sensed he was becoming a bit bolder now that she had committed herself, and she responded as he kissed her deeply once more. She soon felt his hand between her legs as he gave her a rub. Somehow, she wasn't quite ready for this and gasped. 

She trembled visibly and told him "I can't help but feel like a slut!" 

When he told her that if she wanted, she could change her mind, Donna said "No – I want to do this for you and for me too. Anyway, I'm really starting to like the idea, it's just that I'm a bit nervous still, but I'll be okay." 

She spread her legs a bit wider for him and again she felt his hand rubbing her. Donna reached down and loosened her belt and zipper, pushing her pants and panties down a bit together, and was soon rewarded by Bob's fingers massaging her bared womanhood. She now felt that he knew she was committed to their arrangement, and she felt more secure in that knowledge. 

Somehow, she hadn't really believed him when he had explained to her he didn't think she was a slut or else she wouldn't be having such a hard time with the idea. Donna had also tried for an instant to believe him when he told her that he knew it wasn't her usual way of doing things, but it was a way of helping both of them get what they wanted. She knew he was patronizing her, but she did feel just a bit better knowing that she was doing her part and not being a deadbeat.

Again, she embraced him, kissing him deeply. Donna felt she needed to reciprocate to prove to Bob that she wasn't just playing games. Also, she admitted to herself that she was feeling very, very aroused and sexual. She slipped her hand down the front of his jeans and gave his manhood a little squeeze, sliding his foreskin back and forth a few times, feeling him harden for her. 

She laughed nervously a bit and said "See – I mean what I said." 

She gripped his cock and felt an excitement start deep inside her mind, as she anticipated him playing with her, and taking her. She imagined his cock probing her womanhood and plunging deep inside. After fondling each other a bit longer, Donna pulled up her pants and tightened her belt. She felt relieved, and life looked a bit better in perspective.

As they remounted their horses, Donna had an exhilarating mix of emotions churning through her mind. She felt horny, but also a bit wanton. She was excited but relieved. She rather surprised herself as she realized she was looking forward to sex with Bob. She was a bit frightened too. She had never liked a man taking control of her, and here she had invited that to happen. Donna didn't much like the idea of a Bob seeing her naked either, as she felt a bit plain, a bit small breasted, and a bit too "strongly built". 

She wondered what he would think of her in bed, as she hadn't had sex for almost three years. She realized that she had never been a particularly bold or assertive sex partner and she wondered just what Bob would anticipate from her. However, she told herself that the die was cast, regardless of the side effects.

It wasn't long until she got a call from Bob. Donna felt herself start to tremble as she talked to him on the phone. It was really happening now. After hearing his schedule, she suggested that he come to her apartment about noon the following day. Donna said she would make lunch for him as well – somehow she felt she would need a bit of time to get acclimatized to being with him. Donna reminded him that if her daughter for any reason felt ill that morning and couldn't go to school, they would have to re-schedule. She heard Bob agree to that and then add that he would bring some condoms, Donna flinched at the "condoms" word, but then wrote down his cell phone number in case she needed to get in touch with him. 

After the phone conversation she paced, she fussed, and the word "prostitute" popped into her mind several times. She was both scared skinny and excited at the same time. She wondered just what to wear. She didn't want to look like a slut, but she thought of the practical implications as well – it would be difficult if she had clothes on that were hard to get off. She knew she would be tense and needed to wear something that would look nice but come off without a big problem. She didn't want to look too fancy, but she just couldn't imagine having lunch with Bob at her kitchen table wearing just a robe over her bra and panties. She finally decided on a shirt tied just above the waist so she could show off a bit of midriff, and a pair of jeans. The shirt would untie easily and the jeans had a pretty foolproof zipper. She decided on a bra that unfastened easily at the front with a simple clasp, and a pair of nice frilly panties.

On the day Bob was coming, Donna whirled around the apartment tidying, cleaning up and putting new sheets on the bed. She wanted everything in place, and she wanted things to look nice. She did her hair after a nice long bath, and applied a fair amount of body lotion so she her skin would feel nice and smooth. She made ready a simple but tasty lunch just before noon, got the coffee ready, and felt prepared in every way except for her nerves. She wasn't sure just how she should start with Bob once lunch was finished, but she did decide that somewhere along the way she would untie her shirt as a starting point and let the situation develop from there. 




Take It Outta My Hide



She trembled as she realized she was essentially trading her body for money, well not exactly money, but the things she needed and couldn't pay for. She thought again of Bob's words when he had told her that this wasn't her regular lifestyle, and that she was just helping him out and he was helping her out. She felt a bit better that he thought well of her, but she wasn't dumb – she knew what she was about to do would almost certainly take something out of her in one way or another.

When Bob knocked, her breathing sped up and she felt her heart rate increase as she opened the door to him. Donna hugged him once he was inside. When he gave her a bottle of wine she thought it was a nice touch. Maybe this wouldn't be so scary after all. She had already unplugged the phone. Earlier, she had moved her car to a spot where she didn't normally park, making look as if she wasn't home. The last thing she wanted was someone to come to the door unexpectedly. 

Lunch went well, with lots of flirting and nervous giggles. She felt the tension building inside her, so Donna took the initiative and joked that she was almost ready to have him "take it outta her hide," but she knew her nervousness was showing. 

She finally admitted to Bob, "I'm nervous as anything – but I'm not going to back out." 

Somehow, she convinced herself she was ready. She knew that Bob was likely still wondering if she really would carry through. After coffee, she down sat on the sofa, silently inviting Bob to move next to her and it wasn't long until he was snuggled up close. After Donna kissed him a couple of times she soon felt his hands on her breasts. Donna untied the loose knot where her shirttails came together at the front of her midriff – her way of letting him know she was ready for more. Soon she helped him unclasp her bra, and as her breasts emerged she felt herself start to tremble a bit. She hadn't shown her breasts to any other man for three years, and here was Bob already fondling them and kissing her nipples. Nevertheless she thought, "this is starting to feel good."

For a fleeting moment she wanted to pull her shirt together and hide her breasts, but she resisted the panic that she felt. She started to wonder just what he would want of her in bed. She had thought about it for several days, but now it seemed so imminent. She knew she sure wasn't ready to try oral sex – it was just too revealing to open her pussy wide to a man, and she had never really wanted to suck a man's cock until he gushed. The most she had done in that department was a quick kiss to the tip of her ex-husband's penis, and that was only because she was a bit tipsy one day. Donna couldn't bear the thought of getting semen in her mouth. She hoped that he might be satisfied with her just playing with his hard implement until he climbed on and penetrated her. Donna thought she could handle that without falling apart. 

In her marriage she had eventually avoided sex as much as possible with her now ex-husband as their relationship deteriorated. She realized that she had started to dislike him after their first few months together. Donna felt that most of her sexual experience was a duty, and not a very pleasant duty. However, she felt that Bob would be understanding and gentle, and she was determined to please him somehow, even though she wasn't really sure how. 

Soon, she stood up and asked, "Are you ready to come to bed with me, Bob?" 

Taking his hand she led him to her bedroom. She stood next to him and helped him remove his clothes. Surprisingly, she felt daring as she peeled off his garments one by one. As he finally stood naked, she couldn't resist taking his cock in her hand and playing with it. As his manhood gradually grew to full size Donna felt a surge of excitement as his cock-head emerged when she pulled back the foreskin. She unzipped and slipped off her jeans, then stepped out of her lace panties. She saw him looking at her hairy femininity and she knew instantly from his expression that he was enjoying seeing her pussy. They slipped into bed, lying cuddled together, and Donna pulled the sheet up over both of them. 

Suddenly she felt very vulnerable. This was it – she was going to have sex with Bob, and he was likely going to take what he wanted. She hoped he would not be too demanding of her. As she felt his hands coursing over her body, she started to tremble slightly. She was scared and apprehensive, but Donna thought that if they had come this far, she had no option but go further. She could hardly even think or breathe as she felt him caress her breasts, kiss her nipples, and gradually move his hand lower over her belly until he reached her bush, where he played with her hair for a while. She realized that he was being gentle and starting slowly, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness.

He surprised her when he said, "I can't wait to comb all that lovely hair into a nice neat pattern." 

Donna wondered a bit as she thought about her pussy hair being combed, as that would mean really exposing herself. She hadn't even considered that possibility in the few days leading up to their being together. She didn't like thinking about showing off her pussy to a man, even a man as nice as Bob. 

She squeaked out the words, "That would be so nice of you." She was brave enough to open her legs a little as he slipped his finger between her lips, gently rubbing her pussy in a nice circular motion. 

Donna was still trembling, but a small voice in her head was telling her that she could go through with this and even enjoy it. She twitched as Bob found her clit with his finger and circled it gently. She felt him pull up her skin just above it with one hand, exposing her little pink bud, and then he rubbed her clitoris with a finger of his other hand. Almost at once, Donna sensed herself relaxing. Her trembling stopped. It was as if the "off button" for her nerves had been pressed. She lifted her knees and spread her legs as Bob rubbed her, and she was surprised at herself as she started to feel ready and willing to give herself to him. 

Bob felt her start to moisten and relax as she spread her legs further, inviting him to continue. She felt his finger inside her love tunnel (as he called it) and then she felt him wiggling it around inside her as he searched for her G-spot. Donna was really wet by now, but still fairly tight as she hadn't had sex for a few years. Bob continued to rub her, with the middle finger of one hand inside her and his other hand rubbing her hardening clitoris. Donna felt herself let go and she gave herself to Bob completely now, enjoying the waves of pleasure he was giving her, something she hadn't felt for many years. Her pussy contracted on his finger with every spasm of pleasure that she experienced. 

Donna saw him pull down the sheet that covered them, as his lips kissed their way down her body. She had worried about being uncovered like this, but somehow it now seemed pleasant to her. She opened her legs even wider as he moved between them and she didn't resist as he opened her lips wide with his fingers to help find her clit with his tongue. She shuddered with pleasure as he used the tip of his tongue to swirl around her love button. When he started to suck on it she arched her back and pushed herself into his face, wordlessly asking him to continue. He didn't stop at all, and she soon came to an unexpected peak and felt her orgasm explode, gushing more moisture onto Bob as he wiggled his tongue on her sweet spot. 

She wondered why he was pausing, but then Donna saw Bob opening a condom and putting it on. She watched with a fascination that she couldn't really comprehend, but she enjoyed seeing his engorged cock as he slipped on the condom. She felt oddly foolish that she was now looking forward to something that she had worried about so much earlier. Donna relaxed, flat on her back, and raised her knees a bit. She opened her legs wide for him, hoping he would sense that she wanted him on top of her. 

Donna experienced a surge of relief as Bob rose over her and his knees came between her legs. She had been dreading the various positions that women talked about – she couldn't quite imagine taking care of Bob doggy style. And no way was she going to take the initiative of being on top, being assertive and exposing herself with every stroke. Donna was relieved that Bob hadn't wanted her to suck his cock – that would have been too hard for her to bear – in her mind it was the kind of thing only really loose women did. 

She surprised herself as she bravely guided his manhood inside her waiting pussy, then she spread her lips apart for him and pulled back the hairs that that had slipped between them. She felt somewhat safe in the position she had often experienced during her marriage. She was thankful that Bob had been gentle with her, that he didn't just "jump her" quickly as her ex-husband had often done. She enjoyed Bob playing with her pussy as he brought her desire to a peak. Bob started slowly, gradually working his way deeper in as Donna wiggled a bit to accommodate him. She was quite a snug fit for him, as she hadn't had sex for a few years, but she enjoyed the fullness and the feeling of Bob's cock as he worked his way in gently but persistently until their pubic mounds were touching tightly. Bob quickened his pace. 

He was making appreciative but unintelligible noises and then Donna clearly hear him say, "You feel so good, so nice, so good, and so very, very good".

Donna heard her own voice also making appreciative moans and sounds that she hadn't heard herself produce for years. 

She said, "You're so nice, you feel so good, oooh, oooh, don't stop!" 

Before long she started to feel the surge of an orgasm building deep within her, and soon it rolled over her in waves as she clung to Bob, urging him to drive into her faster and harder. This brought him to a sudden peak and she felt him shudder and gasp as his own climax shook him. 

Donna hadn't thought quite this far ahead, but she no longer cared. She was enjoying the pleasure and relaxation that filled her body as she rested from their coupling, and she liked the sense of closeness as they lay together, as Bob's fingers kneaded her closest nipple. However, Donna wasn't sure just what she should do next. She started to feel very naked as Bob was starting to play more with her tits. She had pulled the sheet back over both of them, but now she saw he was sliding it off again, pulling it down the bed with his foot. 

She had expected that once he completed fucking her, he would likely get up and dress, but that didn't seem to be happening. She could tell that Bob was quite content to lie next to her, smiling like a Cheshire cat as he tweaked her nipples and kissed her breasts. It didn't seem to her as if he was going to get up and get dressed any time soon. She wondered if he would get hard again and expect her to open her pussy to him a second time. Somehow, the thought made her a bit nervous as she had never experienced that before with a man. 

She felt him find her pussy lips with his fingers. Donna raised her head off the pillow to see just what he was doing as she felt him pull out each little lip separately, first the right and then the left one. She saw him admiring her pussy and she could tell he was getting excited as he explored her goodies. She thought to herself "this is pretty nice after all."

When he reached over to the dresser, picked up his comb, and proceeded to comb her pussy hair she had the feeling that she was in uncharted water. However, Donna began to get the strange feeling that his admiration of her pussy was becoming pretty enjoyable. She started to rub his shoulders as she watched him part her pubic hair on each side of her slit. As he slicked it sideways with the comb, at least as much as her semi-curly hair allowed styling, she couldn't help but feel a certain sense of pride in her body. As a final touch, Bob parted her pussy lips and spread them so that they were perfectly symmetrical. 

He was breathing faster as he played with her, and she heard him say, "That's so, so nice". 

It occurred to her that her smart-ass sister likely didn't get her cunt hair styled. 

She felt Bob nudge her legs a bit further apart as he admired her with his face closer and closer to her goodies. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she knew he loved looking at her and exploring her. It was obvious to her that Bob was really enjoying exploring her secret places. She could feel him breathing more quickly, and she could see his cock stiffening. It brought a pleasant sense of anticipation to her mind and she felt her pussy moisten. Somehow she started to feel better about Bob's wanting to get to know every nook and cranny of her hidden assets. She wanted to please him now. 

Throwing caution to the wind she took a pillow and slipped it under her bum, opening up her womanhood as wide as she could. Donna felt herself welcoming Bob's eyes and fingers as her probed her pussy, playing with it like a new toy. She saw his head get closer, and then felt his tongue probe her slit, searching for her love button. It was like an electric spark as the tip touched her clit. She was surprised at herself as she responded almost automatically by opening as wide as she could and pushing up at his mouth with her groin. She felt his tongue swirl around her sensitive clit and she twitched involuntarily, feeling a little spasm pass through her again. She wiggled and squirmed. Her sensitivity heightened as she felt his teeth nibble her pussy lips and his lips suck on her love button. Suddenly it was too much and she felt herself pushing his head away as she shuddered through another orgasmic spasm. 

She knew now that he was going fuck her again. This time she wasn't anxious, and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, maybe more. Maybe she wasn't quite as horny as Bob was, as her orgasm had taken its toll, but she felt very much at peace as he penetrated her once again. She enjoyed this time even more as he took a lot longer, stroking in and out of her a bit more slowly and deliberately than earlier. Gradually Donna felt another climax approaching. It washed over her like a wave, and then another smaller wave followed it a short time afterward. Each time it caused her to drive her hips up against Bob, asking for more from him. Impelled by her desire, he soon came with a great shudder, snorting, groaning, and then Donna felt him relax on top of her. She held him tight, kissing him deeply, not wanting him to leave her empty. It was quite some time before she even wanted to separate. When he eventually rolled off her, she lay next to him holding his hand, enjoying the waning glow. Now, she was in no hurry for him to get dressed and leave. She was already thinking about her next installment of payback.

Donna smiled at Bob and said, "If this is 'taking it outta my hide' it's sure going to be nice getting it all out." 

Chapter 2

A week later, Bob was at her door again. He'd called the day before and Donna had eagerly arranged her schedule for him. She had been just a bit sore the week before for a day or so, but this time she was prepared with a little bit of lubricant. Also, she had started taking her birth control pills again - she knew she really didn't need to get pregnant at this point of her life. She was excited, but not worried. If fact, her pussy was wet as she anticipated Bob's arrival. 

They didn't have quite as much time available on this occasion, as her daughter was due home after school, so they decided to dispense with lunch. 

Bob had asked her, "How about being naked for me when I arrive?" 

Donna thought about it and decided that it may be better to at least have something on when she opened the door for him, so she wore just a robe over her nude body. Once he was in her apartment and she had locked the door and turned the phone off, she slipped her robe off. Bob's eyes followed her every move. 

She saw his eyes drinking in her breasts and he said "they are so nice" as he tweaked a nipple. 

He took her in his arms and kissed her, and felt her kiss back with her tongue touching his. She felt his hands on her bum, massaging her cheeks, and then she felt him drop down a bit and kiss both her nipples. They were standing out nicely and it felt good as he sucked on them – nice enough that she felt a tingle deep in her womanhood. 

As he started to undress, Bob told her, "I love seeing you walking around nude." His eyes followed her every step. 

Donna surprised herself as she squared her shoulders and stuck her tits out. 

She heard Bob say, "Nice, nice, nice, really nice." She was feeling good – her sister's barbs and her mother's words about her breasts were gradually being erased from her mind. She felt daring as she swung her breasts from side to side and saw Bob hungrily looking at them. She giggled, and shook them again for him. 

"They are all yours," Donna told Bob as he stepped out of his shorts, cock standing straight out now. She came to him, held him and kissed him, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock bumping her. She felt herself getting even wetter.

"Help me get this on," Bob said, as he sat on the bed and opened a condom. 

Donna felt a sense of excitement as she pulled back his foreskin, saw his engorged head pop out, and helped him roll the condom down his shaft. This was new to her, standing up, nude, helping get Bob ready to take her. She found herself fascinated by his manhood – the image of her fingers sliding back his foreskin was still in her mind, and she liked it.

Bob turned her around and guided her to the end of the chesterfield, where he asked her to lean over the end of it. She felt him nudging her feet farther apart as he stood behind her, and he started to rub her clit with a finger as he reached around her. Suddenly she knew what was going to happen for the first time in her life. She felt vulnerable as he started to try to get his cock into her. Bob said, "a bit lower" and she spread her legs to adjust to his height, at the same time guiding him into herself with her hand. 

She thought to herself "Here I'm helping him slide into me from behind, and I've never wanted this, but it feels right." 

It took a few movements to get coordinated with Bob, but soon she was pushing back against every stroke he gave her. Gradually she felt him getting into her deeper than she had ever felt a man in her before. It felt good. She thought it really felt exciting – just being "taken" like this. She had seen a stud breed a mare before, and the image of the snorting sexual power of the breeding popped into her mind. 

"Maybe this is alright after all" she thought to herself as she felt Bob heave and grunt as he drove into her and squirted his semen three or four times. She knew that although she hadn't had an orgasm, she had enjoyed giving herself to Bob. It just felt good. 

She led Bob to her bed and they collapsed together. Bob was still panting and she felt completely safe and relaxed as she held him while he caught his breath. She felt good being naked with him, touching skin to skin. Bravely, she took a Kleenex and removed his condom, wiping him off as best she could. She had never done that before for any man. 

While he went to the bathroom to wash off, Donna's mind was working overtime. She wanted to please bob. Donna wiped off some of her moisture, and waited for Bob to return. As he lay down, she straddled him, spreading her knees on either side of his neck until her pussy was just in front of his mouth, and she separated her little lips with her fingers for him, inviting him to please her with his tongue. 

As his tongue started to rub her clit she gasped and said "Nice, it feels so nice, don't stop." 

Bob didn't hesitate, and gradually drove her to a climax. By then he was hard again, and this time Donna put the condom all by herself, pausing a minute to admire his cock as she pulled down his foreskin and rolled on the condom. 




Take It Outta My Hide



She lay back and pulled him to her, spreading wide to get him in as far as she could, pulling her lips apart to let loose the wisps of hair caught between them, and then locking her legs around him. 

"I gotcha," she giggled as she squeezed him tightly to her. 

This time Bob took longer to reach his orgasm, and Donna relished every stroke, pushing up at him in perfect rhythm. They lay together holding each other, and Donna had a new feeling of fulfillment. She knew that she had somehow broken through some barriers in her mind. She didn't need the sheet pulled up over her ever again. She'd been bred like a mare by a stud and liked it, she had changed from just being willing to being assertive, and she knew she liked her new found confidence. 

They didn't have a lot of time, as by then her daughter was due home in three quarters of an hour. 

When Bob was about to leave, she told him with a sly smile, "I'm still working on the interest I owe you, and it might take a lot more visits to ever reduce the principal." 

She was still naked, and she suddenly realized that she didn't care as she straightened her shoulders and stuck her tits out to give Bob one last lingering look as he headed for the door.

Chapter 3

Two days later Donna was back at the stable. She couldn't remember wanting to see a man as much as she was now wanting to be with Bob. 

As they rode together, she found herself asking him "When can you come see me again?" 

He replied, "As soon as we can Donna – how about tomorrow morning?" 

"Good" she replied with a grin. 

When they got to the bush, well away from the barn, Donna unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra below her breasts. 

She said to Bob, "On the drive here I started to daydream about you and I had the crazy idea that I'd like to have you kiss my nipples right here in the saddle." 

Bob smiled and side-passed his horse up tight against Star, put his arm around Donna and gave each nipple the nicest kiss and suck, saying, "Nice daydream – I hope you keep on having those kinds of dreams." 

Donna pulled her bra back up and buttoned up her shirt again, facing Bob for the whole process. There was no desire to hide her body any longer and she enjoyed seeing his eyes eating her up.

Bob confessed that he'd had a few passing thoughts about her as well. 

"Like what?" she asked, feeling pretty brave. 

He told her, "I was thinking how nice it would be to have you straddle me again so I could look up at your wide open pussy as I play with you." 

Quickly, Donna replied, "You're going to see that again tomorrow morning then." 

She was a little surprised at her own rapid response, but the idea seemed pretty nice to her as she turned the mental image over in her head.

They headed back to the barn and Bob suggested to her that they ride a distance apart. "No point in giving anyone anything to speculate on." 

Donna drove home feeling better than on many previous drives. There was no worry hanging over her head, and she wore a smile.

The next morning she felt good as she anticipated Bob's arrival. A nice bath was in order, and she shaved her legs and underarms as well. Remembering how Bob had enjoyed her meeting him nude under her robe, she undressed and found her housecoat. Thinking about Bob's interest in having her straddle his face, she had another little wash just before he was going to arrive, making sure she was clean and fresh. 

When he knocked on her door, she let him in and quickly closed it, then slipped off her housecoat once he was inside. 

Bob looked at her hungrily and said, "Nice breasts, Donna!" 

At one time Donna would have been blushing and maybe hiding her nipples, but now she proudly showed them off to Bob, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward. Her nipples were already starting to stand out as she felt Bob's gaze.

"So would Mr. Straddle-lover like a cup of coffee?" she giggled. 

They sat on the couch and enjoyed their coffee for a few minutes.

Donna felt good sitting in the nude with Bob and she could see that he was enjoying looking at her. She had already turned up the heat a bit so she wouldn't be cold without clothes, and she felt very female. Bob stood up and she helped him out of his clothes. She hugged him closely and slipped her hand around his manhood, sliding his foreskin back and forth as he hardened. She felt his hardness bumping her. 

"No need for a condom this time" she said, and explained that she was back on her birth control pills.

She took him to her bed where they kissed and got nicely tangled together. As soon as Bob turned on his back she climbed on top of him, kissing and fondling. She was wet and she was ready. 

"So which way is best to straddle you?" she asked. 

Bob took hold of her rear and guided it toward his face with her knees on either side of his head and she quickly spread them just enough to put her pussy within easy reach of Bob's mouth. 

Donna felt his fingers spread her little lips wide, and heard him mutter "Nice, nice, nice...." along with a few other unintelligible words. 

Soon she felt his tongue tip touching her hotspot ever so gently, and then it was gradually massaging her toward a climax. 

As Donna got oriented she realized that Bob's manhood was right in front of her face. She took hold of him and started to slide her hand up and down his shaft. As she pushed down she saw his bulbous cockhead emerge, inches in front of her. A few more strokes and it seemed to get even harder and more engorged. By now Bob was bringing her close to an orgasm and she was quivering and felt quite jumpy inside. 

She felt his tongue slip into her opening a few times and that added to her excitement. Then he gently nibbled at her little pussy lips and ran his tongue-tip all around them, now and again returning to her clit which was now very, very receptive to his ministrations. 

Bob's manhood bumped her face a few times as she squirmed in pleasure from his attention to her womanhood, and suddenly she found her mouth kissing the tip of his cock. Before she knew it she had taken the whole head into her mouth and was sucking it and bobbing her head up and down to work his foreskin in unison with her hand on his shaft. She realized that this was new territory for her, but she liked pleasing Bob immensely. 

Suddenly Bob said, "Better get ready to get off. I'm going to come awful soon." 

This woke her out of her love affair with Bob's cock and she slid off to one side and onto her back. 

She cried out, "I want you inside me – quick!" 

Bob climbed on top of her and quickly slid his manhood into her pussy, giving her a few short, quick strokes and then let loose a gush of semen as he came with a loud snort, and in a second or two drove into her again with a moan and followed up with another ejaculation.

Bob reached for a tissue and she opened wide for him as he stopped the flow of semen out of her before it got all over the sheets. 

"It feels good to be yours, Bob" she said as she leaned over and hugged him. 

He looked a bit disappointed and told her he was sorry that he couldn't last long enough for her to complete her orgasm. 

"Not to worry," Donna said with a smile. "You'll get your chance to bring me over the edge as soon as you are ready to try again. But you sure have me nicely warmed up." 

They lay in their afterglow for a while, and then decided to shower together. Donna giggled when Bob took the shower head and sprayed her pussy clean. She then took it from him and washed the soap off his cock, pulling back his foreskin and spraying his now deflated manhood until it was nice and clean. He kissed her nipples and hugged her. Then they dried each other off and headed back to bed. She felt good. 

After talking with Bob a while, Donna started to feel the need to complete her coupling with an orgasm. She rubbed Bob's cock a bit but it was still a bit soft. 

"How am I going to get it up again?" she asked. "I need you." 

Bob replied, "A bit of that nice suction you showed me earlier should do the job." 

Donna was a bit unsure in her newly explored territory but nevertheless leaned over and sucked in his manhood, exposing his cockhead to her tongue strokes and sucking the whole thing into her mouth. She was getting the idea, she thought. Soon she felt Bob stiffening and his member grew as she ministered to it with more sucking and head bobbing. 

"Let's go," said Bob and he climbed on Donna who quickly opened wide and guided him inside with her fingers. She felt a few hairs that had gotten in alongside Bob's shaft, so she reached down and pulled them out, spreading her lips wide at the same time. 

Bob was starting to work his way in gradually, but Donna arched her back, jutted her hips up to him and said, "Faster, harder, deeper!" She bucked toward him at every stroke. 

Soon Bob was in as deep as he could go, and they were working together in perfect unison. Donna felt her climax rising inside her again and it suddenly erupted. 

She clamped her legs around Bob's body and gasped, "Don't pull out – keep going as soon as I settle a bit." 

Bob hesitated until she started to push against him again and he resumed his long, deep strokes. It wasn't long until Donna felt a succession of little orgasms, and with each one her pussy contracted, squeezing Bob nicely. This seemed to reawaken his own need to climax and he jack-hammered her until he came with a shudder. Donna felt him squirting deep inside her, and that combined with his shuddering orgasm brought her over the edge with a mighty rush. He gave her a few more finishing strokes and then lay on top, both of them happily locked together, tired, satisfied, and out of breath. 

Donna said, "Here's some tissue – I think you seem to like the job of cleaning me up." 

She was right. "Open wide," Bob said. "I like to see your goodies up close, and I like to see your opening still a bit spread open from me being inside you." 

Donna lay back and spread her legs wide as he used the tissue to clean up his semen from her pussy and had a good look at her, playing with her softened opening. She knew that she felt good about his obvious enjoyment and excitement as he looked at her pussy, something that would have made her nervous just a couple of weeks ago. She also knew that pleasing Bob was giving her a good feeling – there was something really nice about it.

She reminded Bob with a chuckle, "I'm hoping that this debt will take a lot more work to satisfy!"



Take It, Rub It...



She moans, "Take it, rub, it...now put it inside..."

Can you refuse such an offer?

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