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Trying Something New

By: Scotsdude



I was always an avid reader. Now I had broken up with my girlfriend, I had more time to read.

I shared a flat with my mate James. He worked for a local software house, whereas I was a student. I was home most of the day and he came home late. Both of us were in the same position however, his girlfriend had left him to go to America not one month ago.

About a week ago, James came into my room. "Mate, I'm bored shitless. Have you got a book I can read?"

"Yeah sure," I said, and reached over for one from the shelf. I chose one at random, not really thinking about what it was about, or its implications.

"Cheers." He said, and left.

Now a week later, James was back in my room.

"Strange book that mate." He said.

I took it off him. "What was it? Oh, I haven't read it yet. Most of these books are ones I picked up at a jumble. What was it about?"

"About a guy finding his sexual orientation."

"Ah." I said. How embarrassing. "Okay. Sorry about that."

He shrugged. "Never mind." He said, and wandered back into his room.

I thought over what he said. I had never ever had sex with a guy. I thought about it once or twice, but never wanted to try it. I picked up the book I had lent him, and skipped through it. I stopped at one part where the main character asked to try gay sex with his best friend; his excuse was that no one would find out, because they would keep it to themselves, and at least they knew that they were both clean, and nothing to worry about.

I put the book down, and walked into James' room.

"Erm, ah, you know that book?" I asked.

He looked as if he knew what I wanted. "Yes?"

"Have you ever thought about doing something like that? I mean, trying it…once, with your mate? You know, it wouldn't be gay would it, we'd only be trying, and we both know we still love girls, it would just be trying, wouldn't it?" I said, nervously.


"Huh, yeah, I suppose I thought about it when I read that book. I thought you gave it to me for that reason. Haha."

"Ha, yeah, well, I didn't. Erm…do you want to try it?" I asked.

"Yeah, okay. But let's just sit and watch some porn or something and then see how we go on."

"Okay, should I go and get a cassette? From the local?"

"Yeah, go for it."

So I quickly ran down to the local porn shop to rent a video. I found a gay one that looked fairly decent and one bi one and handed them to the girl on the counter.

"Are you a member?" She asked.

"No, how do I join?"

She handed me a form. "I need something to prove you are eighteen, and you must fill out this form."

I handed her my driving licence, which she approved, and filled out the form.

"Oh, Gay Lovers in Action, and Bi-sexual Lingerie Fantasies. You bi-sexual then?" She asked. Why was this twenty-year-old girl questioning me?

"Errr…no, not exactly." I replied.

She smiled and stroked my cheek. "You don't need to be ashamed you know. I'm bi-sexual too. I'd love to meet a guy who would fuck me while he was being fucked up the ass."

Now she was turning me on. "Maybe I could come round and join you one day?" She continued. "And look, bi-sexual Lingerie Fantasies. So you like transvestites, or you are a secret tranny?"

"No, I'm not." And to be honest, I never even thought of it. 

"Well, if I can come round one day, I'll bring some really sexy underwear for you and your boyfriend to try on. Maybe you'll like it, and you'll become a tranny. What do you think?"

"Erm, well I don't know. I'll let you know." I was really interested in getting this girl back to the flat one day, but only because she was drop dead gorgeous! Tall, thin, long black hair, which she kept pushing behind her left ear, and an innocent smile.

"Well, enjoy the films. Don't shag too much." She said.

I said thanks and left.

When I got home, I told James what happened. He laughed it off, saying it was definitely only a one-time thing and that I would have to find another boy to share with the girl.

James put in the film called Bi-sexual Lingerie Fantasies. It was only 5 minutes in and I was rock hard. I wasn't sure if it was thanks to the film or the fact that I would be making love to the guy sitting next to me. Either way, none of us had the nerve to make the first move.

As we watched one transvestite dressed in sexy green lingerie fuck another transvestite in a red corset up the arse while another licked out a woman, I decided to go for broke. I unzipped James' trousers and pulled them off. James got all-tense. I lifted off his t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers.

I got undressed completely. Then I pulled out James' rigid penis and started to play with it. He was really nervous.

"I think we'd both better just relax." I reassured him. "Think about it James. We are both clean, we are both really turned on by this, and nobody can find out! Can they?"

I relaxed a bit. "No they can't."

"So, we can try this just the once. At least we can say to ourselves we've done it, and we know what it's like!"

"Okay." James reached over and started to pump my nine-inch penis. James had a similar size to me, just a bit thinner.

We watched the film a bit, tugging at each other's dicks. Then James leaned over and kissed my lips. It was just like a female kiss, but the whole feeling of kissing another boy made we shiver with excitement. I worked my way down his neck, kissing and sucking. When I reached the join of his neck to his shoulder I sucked harder, at the same time I pumped his penis harder. He suddenly shuddered, wrapping his arms around my back pulling my face harder into his neck. He came hard, pumping cum all over my hand and body.

We kissed again while I pumped the last of his cum out of his dick, then he suddenly pulled away.

"I can't do this." He said, pulling as far away as possible.

"Mate, have you ever dreamt about something while wanking, and then after you came, you thought, 'god, why did I think about that??'?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did." He replied.

"Well that's this! It's just a feeling, it's just hormones. If you come back to me here, and let me continue to rub you, you'll feel good again. You just have to beat the hormones!" He thought about it, then came back over to me.

I started to rub his cum all over his body. Nipping at his neck. On the TV, we watched two transvestites in really sexy satin chemises; fuck a woman in her pussy and mouth, while another transvestite took the man fucking the woman's pussy up the arse.

James started to respond. His dick was already hard again, and now he was rubbing me all over. I moved my mouth down to his nipples and sucked on them.

"Sorry about that Paul." He said.

I looked up at him. "No problem sweetheart." I smiled, as if it was a joke. He smiled back.

"Those transvestites are actually pretty sexy." He said.

"Well, you still have your ex-girlfriend's clothes here. Maybe after this, if we want to experiment a bit more, we can try them on?" I replied.

He smiled. "Yeah, that'd be cool."

I kissed him on the lips, and our tongues mingled for a few minutes. Then I moved down his body, and put his penis, which was still covered in his cum, into my mouth. The cum tasted slightly salty, but not as bad as most girls made out. I bobbed up and down on his cock, running my tongue along.

James dropped his head back. "My god, this is the best blowjob ever!!"

I continued sucking until he start shuddering again. He grabbed my head and forced it further onto his dick. "Uuuuaarrrggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed as jets of cum hit the back of my throat. I sucked out more and more and tried to swallow as much as possible. Eventually I sat back and smiled at James, cum dripping from the side of my mouth. I pushed it back into my mouth and swallowed.

"What was it like?" James asked.

"It actually tasted quite nice!" I replied. "And I enjoyed sucking your cock. I think I'll continue doing this in the future. Only with you though, if you don't mind."

He smiled, "no, that was nice. You can blow me any time you like. I've got that feeling again, but not as bad as last time."

I kissed him on the lips and held him tight. "Don't worry, it'll go away."

And it did. The film had finished, so James went to put the other one in. We started to watch it. It was a group of young guys swimming suddenly have a gang-bang.

My hard-on still hadn't gone down, and now James was hard for a third time. James said it was his turn to blow me. He went down on my dick and sucked and licked, trying to imitate my moves. It felt brilliant as I ran a hand through his hair. At the same time, I took in what was going on in the film. The studly cleanly shaven boys were all having anal sex.

"Oh my god. Ah baby I'm gonna come! Yes James baby suck me!" Then in an instant I filled his mouth with my come. I suddenly felt that feeling James had, that this was wrong, but I overcame it by grabbing James and kissing him, hard. I tasted my come in his mouth, even though he had swallowed most of it.

"You called me baby." He said, smiling as he held me tight, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I was taken in my the moment." I apologised.

James laughed. "I don't mind," he ran a hand through my hair, then pulled me towards him. "That was quite nice. I enjoyed that. Okay, so I think we can give each other blowjobs from now on, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I said, smiling.

"And you, sweetheart;" James ran a finger down the crack of my ass, and started rubbing my hole. He worked it slightly in and out. "Can call me baby anytime when we're doing it."

I beamed. "Okay baby."

He pushed his middle finger all the way up me as we kissed. We turned to watch the screen. It focused in on one of the guy's dicks going in and out of the man's arse.

"That guy is very beautiful." James said. "You ready to do it?" He got up and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly from a drawer. As he walked back over to me, I looked at his long penis sticking out at full mast. "Get on all fours and face the telly."

I got into the position he said; my penis was hard again. He got back on the bed and positioned himself behind me. Then he squeezed a large amount of KY onto his fingers, and worked it up my bottom, then on his penis. As I watched six guys fucking on the telly, I felt the tip of James' penis press against my hole. I tried to relax as much as possible, but as the head of his penis went inside me, I cried out in pain. James asked if he should stop, but I told him to go on.

He pressed another two inches in, and asked if I was okay.

"Yeah, it hurts, but now in a weird way. It's quite nice. Keep going." I said.

I felt filled up as he pressed what felt like another five inches in. Then I felt his body touching my buttocks.

"I'm all the way in." he announced.

"Then fuck me babe, fuck me!" I shouted.

He pumped in and out of me, god I was in heaven! It felt so good, I didn't want it to end. My penis was buzzing. I tried to turn my head to see James' expression. He was smiling.

"How's it feel Paul?" 

"OH! UNBELIEVABLE!!!" I screamed!

"Ah honey, for me too!!!"

He bucked and rode me hard. Then he pulled out and turned me over. I put my legs on his shoulders and he pushed back into me. Once he was fully inside, he leaned over and we kissed. Then he kept on pumping, faster and faster.

"Oh baby. Yeah Paul, baby. OH I LOVE YOU!!!" He came inside me. I could feel his warmth splattering my insides! He collapsed on top of me. I stroked his hair and back as I could feel his penis shrink. "How was it Paul?" He kissed my neck and ears.

"It was great!" I replied.

"Sorry about the love you thing, heat of the moment, you know?"

"Hey, don't worry about it babe. We're lying here together, you've just taken my virgin ass, so I don't think it matters."

"Cool. My turn!" Said James.

I turned him over to face the telly and KYed his hole, rubbed some on my dick, and started to press against his hole. On the TV, two guys were making love side by side on a bed, it was such a turn on. I pressed harder against James' hole and went in. James shrieked in pain, but I ignored it, I knew what would come next. I continued to push, inch after inch, till I was completely in. Then I started to pump in and out of him.

"Oh, god, that's so good." He said.

I continued to fuck him, at the same time, I wanked his penis. I couldn't believe it, he came all over my hand really quickly. Where was he storing all this cum???

I licked most of the cum off my fingers, and fed some to James. Then I felt my orgasm come. I felt like I had burst something, because a massive amount of come filled James' insides, all the time I could feel his own cum run out of my arse.

"Baby, that felt amazing!!!" James said, as he pulled off my penis and jumped on top of me. He hugged me and kissed me all over. "Let's keep doing it, just you and I. You can move in to this room and we can sleep together. Nobody needs to know."

I held him tight and kissed his forehead. "Sure James. I'd love to be your boyfriend."

We kissed and made love all night, this time with no hesitation or nervousness.

We woke up in each other's arms the next morning. It was a Saturday, so no work, and more time for loving! We spent the first hour of the morning having oral sex, and generally cuddling. Then we had a bath together.

While I was eating breakfast, James got a large box down from the cupboard.

"This is all Susan's stuff. I spoke to her recently, saying I was going to throw it away. She said do it, so officially it's our to do with as we please. She took as much as she could with her to the States."

We opened the box. There were some towels, some old books and underneath all that were all her clothes.

I pulled out a pair of red leather trousers, and a rubber tank top. James found the matching rubber skirt. There were plenty of sexy clothes for us to try on; different types of blouse, skirts, tops. Then we found the pot of gold, her underwear bag. She'd obviously taken only her normal underwear, because all her sexy underwear was still there. 

James held up a scarlet lacy teddy with suspender straps. "God, I never knew she owned this stuff."

I found myself a dark green basque, with matching sheer stockings. I put them on.

"Hmm…sexy, but I think we should shave our body hair first." James said.

So we did. Then we put on our newfound clothes. First we admired ourselves in the lingerie, then we put on a sexy blouse and skirt. We looked amazing. We felt amazing.

"This feels so nice." James said.

I walked over to him, and we kissed, feeling each other in our new clothes.

"I have to go and return those videos." I said.

"Like that???" He asked.

"No silly. But I will wear the underwear I'm wearing now."

"Won't it be visible under your t-shirt?"

"I'll wear a coat. What about that girl?"

"Try and get her to come round."

I got changed, keeping on the basque and suspenders, and went back to the adult video store. Sure enough, the girl was still there.

"Ah, my friend. How did you like the videos?" She asked.

I smiled. If she can flirt with me, I can back, anyway, the shop was empty.

"They gave us a few ideas. For instance." I lifted my t-shirt up to show her the sexy green lacy basque.

"Oh my god, I think I just came looking at you!" She said. "I have to have you! I have to have you dressed as a woman. Can I come round, please???"

I went behind the counter, lifted her black vinyl skirt, and plunged my fingers into her pussy. I rubbed her really hard a few times, then I got under the desk, pulled her knickers down, and licked her pussy. I continued, even when a customer came in.

"OH!" She let out.

"Excuse me?" Said the man.

"Nothing. There's this really sexy man dressed in sexy women's lingerie underneath this table licking out my pussy." She replied.

The man looked surprised. I nearly burst out laughing.

"Oh, okay." He continued looking for a video, but changed his mind and left.

I stood up, opened my fly, pulled my knickers aside and whipped out my dick. The girl backed up against the desk, and lifted her mini-skirt. In one swift movement, I was in her pussy, fucking her.

She lifted up my t-shirt, feeling the material of the lingerie on my body. Another customer came in, a woman. She saw us fucking and was about to go out when she changed her mind, came over near us, put her hand in her knickers and frigged herself. 

All of a sudden the girl I was fucking orgasmed, and I came inside her. 

"Quick, let me at her." She said as she jumped off me and dived between the woman's legs. She licked at that pussy like mad, then they lay on the floor and she put her pussy full of my cum over the woman's mouth. They licked at each other like crazy until both shuddered to a massive orgasm.

"Wow, I only came in for a video. This is amazing. That's what you call customer service."

We laughed. The woman left the shop, thanking us for an amazing show. 

"I'm Christy." Said the girl.

"Paul, hi." We kissed. "Christy, you are welcome anytime you like at our place. When can you come?"

"Well, my shift ends in an hour, can you wait here with me?"

"Sure. I can use that time to explain about what happened last night." 

So I went into detail about what happened. When I finished, Debbie, the girl who was supposed to relieve Christy had already arrived, made herself a coffee, and had listened to half of my story. I had to repeat the other half for her.

"So let me get this straight." Said Christy. "When I flirted with you last night, and you rented those videos, you were still straight?"

"Yes." I replied.

Debbie cut on. "Let me get this straight. Christy, so you're going round to there place now, to have sex with two bi-sexual transvestites, who only discovered they were bi-sexual yesterday?"

"Yes." She said.

Debbie smiled. "You lucky bitch! Give me your address Paul." I gave it to her. "I'm coming round tonight after work. I've been dying to eat Christy's pussy for ages anyway!"

Christy studied her. "Have you? Oh. Well, why didn't you?"

"Didn't know you were that way inclined."

"Cool, then it's settled." I said. "Come round tonight, and we can have one big orgy."

"Woohoo!" Debbie cried.

Christy and I stopped off at her flat to pick up some things. Then we stopped in a wig shop and bought one long curly brown haired wig, and one long straight blond for me.

When we arrived home, James was still dressed in the skirt and blouse. We made the introductions, and I got changed. Christy put the wig on James and made up his make-up. James looked really amazing now. Then Christy did mine.

Christy told us to wait on the bed. "I'm going to get ready. Today is going to be my first gay day."

When Christy returned, she was totally naked, save for the large strap-on penis she had on. 

"Okay, I want to feel like you guys, so no sex in my pussy today, okay?"

"Okay."

Christy slowly began to undress us, leaving on only our lingerie. She pulled down my panties, and unclipped James' teddy. 

"Now, give each other a blow job." She said.

I climbed on top of James, placed my penis at his lips, and began sucking at his. Christy began rubbing KY jelly on my hole, and pushed her dildo into me. It was unbelievable. I was being fucked up the ass by a girl, while blowing and being blown by the most beautiful boy in the world.

All of a sudden I came in James' mouth. Christy immediately jumped down to kiss him. I saw them passing the fluids between their mouths. James then positioned himself behind me and rammed his penis inside my arse. It didn't hurt because I was already well lubricated. Behind James, Christy was taking his arse.

We were all banging away when the doorbell went.

Christy went to answer. We continued to fuck.

"Hi Debbie!"

"Hi Christy, I see you have your strap-on. Have you got one for me?"


Trying Something New



"Yeah, babe, of course. I thought you had to work."

"I phone the boss, told him business was slow and I felt ill. He told me to lock up early and go home. I was to excited to wait, so I came straight over." Debbie immediately began to strip.

"Guys, Debbie managed to get off work early." Christy announced.

"Great, come and join in the fun!" I shouted.

Debbie, now naked, was staring at the two trannies making love to each other.

"That is so sexy!"

"Hey Debs," said Christy. "No sex in the vagina today. We'll do that tomorrow. Today, is gay day. We are going to do everything up the arse."

"Sure, okay." Agreed Debbie, as she pushed the pussy dildo up her vagina, and strapped on the rest of the strap-on dildo.

"Debbie, you take James up the arse, and I'll receive from Paul."

We all gang banged like that all day, in different positions. At around eight at night, we decided to give it a rest, as our arse holes were getting sore. We cooked some dinner and watched a film on TV. 

After the film, the girls decided to play dress-up. They dressed us up in lots of types of clothes. 

"Paul, what do you prefer? Sex with a boy or a girl?" Christy asked.

I thought about it. "I like both just as much. But I prefer both at once." Everyone agreed that was truly the best. "James, yesterday night you told me you love me, but then quickly said it was a mistake. Well for me it isn't a mistake. I truly love you, as my boyfriend. I'm glad I've found out what gay sex is like, I'm glad it is with you, and I'm glad you are my gay lover. And Christy, I'm glad I met you. I hope you will move in with us and be my girlfriend?"

Christy kissed me. "I will."

"The same goes to you Debs, I hope you'll be my girlfriend and move in with us. We're going to need a bigger bed if four of us are to fit in here." James said.

"Yep," said Debbie, "we will won't we!"

A big smile formed on James' face as he kissed Debbie. Then he turned to hug me. We kissed passionately. Debbie climbed over and began kissing Christy, adjusting their strap-on dildos so they didn't get in the way.

"I love you too Paul." Said James. "When I read that book, I wanted to try sex with you more than anything. I never ever thought of you this way though. Now I look at you, and I see how beautiful you are. I'm so lucky to have you, my lovely baby. You have such a beautiful penis." We kissed again.

One year later

We live all together now. We actually got married. Yep. Christy and I got married the same time as Debbie and James. None of my mates know that I secretly married James too.

I have a bigger wardrobe of female clothes than male, as does James. Went we are dressed as women, James is called Jane, and I'm Paula. We often visit gay clubs, where we like to dance dressed how we feel comfortable.

One thing we find really sexy now, is when Debbie fucks my arse, and James faces me and I watch Christy fuck his arse. It's also good because we like to kiss a lot. 

James and I have recently gathered enough courage to kiss in public. We all hold hands in public, and our friends are starting to know that we are bi-sexual. One or two of my friends try to avoid us now, but most are cool with it. All the female friends find it cool and really sexy.

Tomorrow night, we are planning an orgy. Some of our friends are coming round. Most of our male friends, and all of our female friends are up for it. But that's another story.



Trying Something New



My wife Marie-Paule spent a considerable time thinking about buying a thong. Since very early in our relationship, she has often worn transparent underwear at my request. Once she had got used to being totally shaven, then depilated, she liked the idea of being not-quite-exposed-but-very-nearly, under the short skirts and dresses she favours. Now that so many of her non-erotic friends are wearing thongs, she wondered whether she was missing out on something. After observing her gym-friends in the changing room, then checking out the lingerie shops, she concluded that what she was looking for wasn’t available commercially. It was at this point that I opened my big mouth, and suggested, half as a joke, that she could always make her own. 

Marie-Paule has often made or altered her own clothes, since she always knows the effect she wants to produce, so it was no real surprise when, several days later, I arrived back from the office to find her surrounded by samples of silk. It’s her favourite material when it comes to items of clothing for sexual purposes. She loves the cool feel of it against her nipples or on her smooth belly and sex, even if its elasticity demands that she carry out all the sewing by hand.

It took several attempts before she worked out how to make a thong to her satisfaction. The final selection for the material was some very fine purple silk. The base of the triangle was only ten centimetres across, about four inches. She made the long sides just wide enough to cover her depilated sex lips, but narrow enough to allow it to slip easily between them. She edged the triangle with a darker purple ribbon, also in silk. The two side-ribbons met where the thong would pass between her thighs. The waist-band was of the same ribbon, with just a short insert of identical elastic, to allow her, but only just, to slide into the thong.

A few days later,when this little work of art was complete, she called me into the bedroom for a private viewing. When I came in, she was standing in the middle of the room, in front of the full-length mirror. If I say that I was tempted to ruin her masterpiece there and then, it might give an idea of what I was looking at. Marie-Paule is one metre seventy, around five feet six tall, weighs 120 pounds, and has short blonde hair, green eyes, 34B boobs, and a flat belly, despite her 35 years of age. She was nude, except for the new thong, which clung to the folds of her sex like a second skin, showing clearly its contours. I could also admire the reflection in the mirror of the naked well-muscled buttocks which she maintains so carefully at the gym. The total effect was different from her usual style, which is sexy but classy. My wife’s new look wasn’t exactly vulgar, but was certainly more openly provocative than I was used to, and it turned me on hugely. 

It was something quite new for me, and I concluded, privately, that if she was going to go for a new way of exhibiting herself, then perhaps she would like a further change. Perhaps she would like a bra to wear with her new thong? She didn’t own a bra, since we both decided years ago that, firstly, her breasts don’t need one, and secondly, that not wearing a bra makes spontaneous exhibition a lot easier. Besides, she says she enjoys the sensation of having her breasts free from constraint. It was clear that, if I wanted to see her in a bra, I would have to find one that she would consent to wear. It took a while to get a picture in my mind of what I wanted, and an age to dig out what I was looking for. It was to be a surprise for Marie-Paule, so I couldn’t ask her opinion. I searched through high-class underwear shops and catalogues, low-class sex-shops, all these and more, in my quest. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy the research! Finally, I got the address of a lady in London. who supplies such items.

I hit a further hitch then, in that this lady makes to measure, and I had to persuade her that a live fitting wasn’t possible. Fortunately, I had an idea. Among Marie-Paule’s friends is Mila. All I knew about her was that she was Asian, and that Marie-Paule and she had identical breasts. Apparently once at the gym, Mila had lent my wife her bra to try, for a joke. I called her, and explained my plan. She turned out to be a really nice person, and was very willing to help. I met her for the first time in person when I went round to her house to collect the bra in question. It has to be said that, although her boobs resemble Marie-Paule’s, her body explodes from there on down! With one of Mila’s bras (white, half-cup, lacy, and rather pretty!) in my briefcase, I paid the lady in London a visit.

A significant number of weeks and a large cheque later, I got a discreet phone call from Mila, to say the bra had arrived. I shot round to her home, where she told me that she had tried it on, and that it fitted to perfection. She went on to say that she wasn’t going to model it for me, because “it exaggerates everything and hides nothing.” I concluded that the bra was just as I had hoped!

When I took it out of the wrapping, and unfolded the tissue paper, I confirmed that my wishes had come true. The bra was in satin, the colour identical to the thong. I could imagine Marie-Paule’s breasts, totally exposed, gently pushed together by the shape of the little cushions on which they would rest. I could see that it would give her a cleavage as if she was a 36C rather than a 34B. I was itching to have her try it, but I also was aware that I should wait for the right moment, when she would be ready to indulge me, to ask her to put it on for the first time. Torn between these two thoughts, I decided to wait for our planned holiday in the USA.

Atlanta in August is hot and sticky. We had been on holiday for over a week, and had got used to the idea that, once out of the hotel’s air-conditioning, we would sweat like pigs! Marie-Paule’s usual chic was forgotten, as she could not stand anything more than a baggy cotton tee-shirt, and a loose pair of shorts. Very sexy….Not! It didn’t really matter, since our major interest was the exploration of this fascinating part of the country, and our love-life had taken a (relative) back seat for a few days. To add to her discomfort, Marie-Paule was waiting for her period. One of the things which I have always noticed in my wife, is the fact that, in the days immediately before and after her period, she has an (even more) intense sex-drive, and her boobs become larger and particularly sensitive. So it wasn’t really a surprise when she pointed out a sex-shop, during one of our walks through the downtown.

For one reason or another, we had never been into a sex-shop together in the twelve years of our relationship! This one looked very welcoming and non-sleazy, so we went in. We were the only clients, and the soft music and lights made a very favourable impression. We went round the displays, admiring the vibrators and dildos, some of which made my eyes water while still in their packages, they were so huge. We chose a group-sex video to watch in one of the cabins. It was good enough to give me a solid erection, and sufficiently exciting for Marie-Paule to make her want to give me a blow-job there and then. Nice though this was, I was surprised when she swallowed at the end, as it isn’t something she often does, and I understood that she was more turned-on than I had realised.

While I was paying the rental of the cassette, Marie-Paule had made another circuit of the shop on her own. After we had come out of the cabin, she showed me to a small section of clothes for women which she had found. I have to confess that most of them were so vulgar as to make us laugh, but there was one item which we guessed must be a skirt. The little tube of pink lycra couldn’t have been more than thirteen inches form waist to hem. Pink isn’t one of my wife’s usual colours, but with her tan, this shade suited her. I asked her if she wanted to try it on, but she said that in her current state she didn’t feel up to it. We asked the owner, a distinguished-looking, sixty-odd year-old black man, if he had other, similar skirts, but he hadn’t. He did say, though, that if Marie-Paule didn’t want to buy it immediately, he would put it aside for a few days, in case we came back.

It was a week later when I returned to our hotel room after an early-morning solo dip in the pool, and found Marie-Paule naked and freshly shaven, with the thong in her hand. She fled into the bathroom to put it on, calling out to me that she had seen the look in my eye, but that she really wanted to go shopping for a skirt… When she emerged, naked except for the thong, I was again staggered by my good luck in having a wife who is not only fascinated by sex, but also looks good enough to eat. Standing there with just a tiny scrap of silk highlighting, rather than hiding her sex, she gave me an immediate erection. Resisting the temptation to grab her, I dived for my suitcase and took out the bra in its gift-wrapping. When the contents were revealed, there was a moment’s pause, first because it had never occurred to her that I would buy her such a thing, then a question in her eyes as to whether I thought her boobs needed support. I quickly reassured her that this was a sex-toy, not a necessary evil!

She turned away as she fastened it, then turned back to face me. What a vision! One hundred per cent pure sex! Her breasts seemed a lot bigger, pushed up and forwards by the little cushions under them, and her nipples were fully exposed and erect. She looked magnificent. She reached down and slid the front of the thong into the slot of her sex. Her lips were bulging on either side of the silk. I was speechless. In no way was she obscene, but this was my wife, exposed in the most extravagant way, her most intimate parts on display. She smiled and asked if I liked what I saw …What a question! She could see the proof in my shorts that I was as turned on as she!

Even the baggy teeshirt could not hide the increase in her boobs as we headed towards the sex-shop She said she was very aware of their movement as she walked, that she felt exposed, even if nothing was on show. Her nipples, rubbing against the teeshirt, excited her even more, and by the time we arrived at the sex-shop, she had already pointed out to me how the shape of her hard nipples was visible through the cotton. 

It was around lunchtime, and, this time there were other two other customers, who looked like mid-thirties businessmen in suits, killing a little time. They both glanced at Marie-Paule, then returned for the second look which she deserved! With a broad smile the owner came from behind the cashdesk, holding the skirt in his hand, and saying that he had been sure we’d be back. 

Marie- Paule took the skirt, and asked where she could try it on. The question seemed to amuse the owner, who said that it was the first time he had had to answer that question. Most of the women’s clothing was bought by men for their wives or girlfriends as a present, or of course for themselves, so there wasn’t a changing room. At the back of the store, though, there was an office, which had a big mirror on the wall, so off she went to change. I closed the door behind her, as I wanted to see the total effect. I waited.

Five minutes later, the door opened a fraction, and her head appeared. She asked me to go into the office. When I entered the room, she was facing the mirror, with her back to me. I don’t know a sexier woman, but this time she was even more exciting than usual. From her bare shoulders to below the waist, she was wearing just the bra, and her reflection showed me her exposed breasts, with her nipples fully engorged. The skirt, seen from behind, reached just below her cheeks, but showed their shape clearly. Marie-Paule turned round and gave me the front view, which was stupendous. The skirt reached barely an inch below her sex. I know because she lifted it to show me! She had pulled up the thong so tight into her sex that she must have been almost cut in two. She bent over, to let me see how that movement exposed her buttocks and the valley between. Finally, she turned her back on me again and, legs straight and feet apart, bent over and put her hands flat on the floor. The sight was just amazingly erotic, and I asked her if she would like to show the other customers. At first she was concerned, and a little frightened. We know all about the reactions of Europeans to her exhibitions, but neither of us could be certain that the situation we were in could be controlled as easily. Finally, I said I was sure it would be OK, and she nodded her agreement.

I went back out, closing the door, and approached the customers and the owner. I told them my wife would welcome their opinion on a skirt she was thinking of buying. The owner, with a grin, went over to the shop door, and put up the closed sign. The four of us stood in a semi-circle in front of the office door. I called to Marie-Paule to be ready to be exposed, and opened the door wide.

She stood, a little way into the room, framed by the doorway. She had chosen to show us the rear view first, leaning slightly forward to let us see under the skirt. I’m used to seeing her like this, but for the others the view must have been more exciting, if that’s possible! I could hear them breathing heavily. One of them opened his fly and took out his erect penis. The other three of us followed his example. Marie-Paule turned round, to show her exposed breasts, as we all started to masturbate. She took a step beyond the open door, into the store, and the harsher lights of the shop made her look as if she was on a stage. The younger of the two suits took a step forward towards her, but she stopped him with a gesture. We were all under her control!

Eyes closed, she raised her arms above her head and did a slow, 360 degree rotation, then lowered them again and took hold of the hem of the skirt. She slowly raised the pink lycra until her sex was on show. I know her sex well, but I had never seen her sex-lips so swollen, and as she raised the skirt higher, the stretched shape of the thong showed how tightly she had pulled it deep into her. She slid one finger down into the slot of her sex, and showed it, dripping with her juices. Again turning her back on us, she walked back into the office and leaned over onto the desk, feet wide apart to show us everything as she caressed herself. She pulled her sex-lips open to reveal the scarlet interior of her sex, divided by the purple ribbon of the thong. 

Wriggling her buttocks, she reached round behind herself to release the trapped thong, and managed to find a way to push two, then three fingers deep inside her vagina. With her other hand, she was pinching her swollen clitoris. The orgasm struck her, and she groaned, then was convulsed by the spasms which twisted her whole body. Like a priestess receiving offerings, she stared at us, her congregation, in the mirror as, one after another we spurted semen at her feet. For a count of ten, nothing moved, then she pushed the door shut.

Suddenly the background music seemed very loud. One of the suits looked embarrassed and disappeared. The other turned to me and said “I guess you should buy that skirt. If you don’t, I will, as a souvenir!” The owner smiled at me and went to get a mop, saying that he wished that all his cleaning duties were as well paid. Marie-Paule appeared, once more wearing the tee-shirt and shorts which hid her charms. She looked pale, and slightly nervous. I paid for the skirt, and we left the store. On the way to the hotel, she asked me to stop at a café. She was shaking. We talked through what we had just experienced. She wanted to know whether I had thought of letting her suck or have sex with the other men. I replied by asking her whether she had considered it. She admitted that she had been so excited that she would have agreed had I asked. I said I would think about it for another time...



Trying Something New



It was Saturday morning, Kyle, a friend from work, and I was finishing a round of golf. Pulling my ball out of the 17th hole, the conversation turned to sex. He started telling me about all the things he and his wife have done. He ended by saying they often have anal sex and his wife enjoys it.

Knowing his wife, Kathy, I found it hard to believe. Kathy is 4'10" and petit. It was hard to visualize her having anal sex without screaming or clawing the ceiling. 

All through lunch and on the drive home I couldn't stop thinking about them having anal sex.

After nine years of marriage, my sex life is still pretty active. It's mostly the missionary position with a little oral mixed in once in a while. There may not be a lot of extra pizzazz, but I'm satisfied. I think she is too.

I spent the rest of the afternoon doing some odd jobs around the house, While my wife, Lisa did her weekly cleaning. We had barbecued burgers for dinner. After cleaning up, we sat down to watch television. With nothing on, but reality shows, we both decided to read. Between articles of my magazine, my mind wandered back to what Kyle said earlier.

I laid my magazine down and looked across the room.

I asked Lisa,

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

With a puzzled look, she said,

"No. Why do you ask?"

In a sarcastic tone, she asked,

"What are you reading?"

At the risk of having Lisa think different about Kyle and Kathy, I told her about our conversation on the golf course. At the end of my monologue of Kyle's revelation, Lisa asked,

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

"No. I have often wondered would it would be like, but I don't know."

Forgetting my train of thought I kind of left my answer incomplete. 

Putting her book on the end table, Lisa picked up her iced tea. In a tone of curiosity, I asked her,

"Have you ever thought about it?"

Setting her glass down after taking a sip, she answered,

"I had a girlfriend in college who said anal sex was great. She also said her and her boyfriend had anal sex when she was on her period and they were horny. As for me I always figured it was painful. No one has ever come out and ask me to try it and I didn't volunteer."

CSI Miami came on. We both got into the show and the conversation died. The show was interesting and entertaining. all during the show I kept thinking about our conversation and wondering what Lisa was thinking.

Sliding between the sheets, I started admiring my Lisa's beautiful body. Wearing just a pair of hip hugger panties, my eyes started roaming down her body. At thirty eight, her large round breasts have started to sag. working a full time job, she hasn't really had time to work out. She has gained a few extra pounds around her stomach, hips and butt.

I think the extra pounds adds to her beauty. She thinks she's unatractive and will not wear a bathing suit. we leaned close for a hug. After a long kiss, she said,

"After the earlier convesation, I'll bet you have been thinking about experimenting."

In a tone of excitement, I said,

"Yeah I guess I've thought about it."

After several more kisses and fondling her brests, Lisa said,

"I'll let you try it under one condition. You have got to give me a chance to give it to you in the ass with my vibrator, first.

Lisa got up. Getting a small vibrator out of her dresser and another larger one from her nightstand, she left the room. coming back with some baby oil, she said,

"How bad do you want to try this?"

Throwing the covers off me, I said,

"I'll try anything once, twice if it don't hurt."

Lisa crawled into bed next to me. Turning on the small vibrator, she started to grin. It was a look of control, total control. The vibrator started to hum. The noise was loud enough to make it interesting. The smaller one was five inches long and an inch around. With the little one still on, she leaned over and started kissing me. She let go of the vibrator. It rolled down my hip, landing near my cock. It started vibrating my cock and balls.

She broke off the kiss and rolled me on my side. Turning on the bigger vibrator, she laid it down. Pouring baby oil over both of them, sh picked up the smaller one. As she touched it to my ass, I started to cringe. Realizing my aprehenson, she reached for my cock to help me relax. Sliding it in my ass, the vibrations were tingling my sphincter.

she slid it in faster, while playing with my cock ad balls with her other hand. With a plop, she pulled it out. Grabbing the bigger one, I cringed again. It was seven or eight inches long and two inches around.

she slid it in my ass. It had a harder vibration. At first it hurt. The more she moved it, the more I got used to it. She reached for my cock and I almost burst. Sensing I was close to cumming, she pulled it out. grabbing the baby oil, she said,

"Here's your chance."

Lisa poured the baby oil in my hands then rubbed some on my cock. rolling on to her side, she said,

"Start with a finger."

I slid one finger in slowly, stopping a couple of times. I could tell she was getting used to it. I went with two fingers. I started moving faster. I reached a hand around and started to caress her breasts. Pulling my fingers out, I moved closer. With the tip of my cock at the opening, I slowly entered. I stopped with just the head inside. I started again. As we got going, Lisa started meeting my every thrust. Since I was so close earlier, it didn't take long before I erupted. I pulled out and shot my cum all over her back, butt and hip. We both laid down in a sweaty, oily cum filled mess. We talked a little about what happened and fell asleep.



Trying Something New



Written after falling for the beautiful Madison Hinton, the "Bitch with a Dick".

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I have no clue as to what led me into this club tonight, but I'm here and I'm going to enjoy it, even more so while gulping down my third Long Island. I had to remember to go to the club's second bar as to not be considered a drunk. I was a social drinker, and tonight, i planned on being very social.

It had been a couple week since I'd broken up with my girlfriend. We'd been together for a bit over two years and it took just as long for me to realize that the parts of her that were broken, i couldn't fix, so, i let someone else handle that issue. She called me a week later asking me if she could date this stripper she's feel in love in. I wished I'd never answered the phone, but before cursing her out and showing any emotions, i took a huge breath and let it out with a 'sure'. The bitch was insane.

So hear I stand, drinking the same drinks I could have made at home myself without the hefty upcharge and the club's cover charge. I needed to get out though. Working from home made the regular hermit- like behavior associated with a breakup even worse. I was ashamed to say this was the first time I'd been out of the house since the breakup.

On my way to the second bar I noticed a beautiful woman in the middle of a group of people. She wore a magnificent silver dress that sparkled when she moved. This beautiful bitch looked like a disco ball and was surely the life of the party just the same. Her milk chocolate skin looked lickable and perhaps I was too drunk, but I decided if I got the opportunity, I'd tell her just that. Thick in all the right places, she filled out her dress perfectly. Shit. I was staring right at her for way too long, but before I looked away, she met my gaze and bit her lip. Damn. 

I continued my trek to the bar and plopped down in the first available stool I could find.

"What can I get you sweetie?" The bartender yelled over the music, something new from Siya.

"Long Island. No ice. One shot Crown." She looked at me peculiarly, but must have noticed the "I'm going through something, Bitch." look on my face and went to making my drink.

Ten minutes later I'd received my drink and consumed half of it, began and ended a conversation with a woman sitting by me who'd now joined the other club-goers on the dance floor. Due to my high tolerance and the meal I decided to eat before coming out, I was only a bit tips, but I still had to do a double take when "disco ball dress" girl sat in the stool beside me. She answered my gaze with a smile and after telling the bar tender what she wanted, stuck out her manicured hand and introduced herself.

"Hello, my name is Lauryn, with a 'Y'"

"Hello, Lauryn, with a 'Y'. I'm Aunda. I peeped you earlier. I love your dress."

"I know. I mean, not that you love my dress, but that you peeped me."

Damn, now she probably thinks I'm a stalker. I smiled awkwardly and busied myself with sipping my drink.

A moment later the tender came with her drink and along with it, took the opportunity to mack a bit. I must say it was hilarious to watch. Lauryn obviously wasn't interested.

"Yo! Should I even drink this. You could of put a date rape drug in her or something. Here, taste it."

"What? Ma it ain't even like that. I'm just saying your fine as fuck and I'd like to get to know you." Unwavering, Lauryn tipped the straw to the woman who rolled her eyes and reluctantly took a sip.

"See! All good. Damn, Ma." Lauryn laughed, switched the straws and proceeded to drink her Blue Motorcycle. I couldn't help but laugh too. She turned towards me and rolled her eyes at the bartender, who was now on the other end of the bar assisting another woman.

"Now she was too much! Hmm, I prefer my women a bit more soft. And I love a lady in red." she said before cutting her eyes in the opposite direction.

Just to be sure I looked down at my red Bodycon halter dress. Oh shit! She was talking about me. I looked opposite her direction to hide the smile that was forming on my face.

"This is my song! Come on dance with me. You gotta have a dance partner to step with! Please, Aunda?" How could I deny this beautiful woman. I sucked up the last bit of my drink before nodding my head "yes".

She didn't hesitate to drag me onto the dance floor, looking back at me with the biggest smile ever so often.

Holding my hand, she guided us deeper into the center of the crowd. I reluctantly followed, hoping we'd reach our destination so my head could stop spinning. We shortly did, right smack in the center of the dance floor. R. Kelly crooned about stepping in the name of love and i couldn't help but follow her lead. The silver dress she had on attracted the attention of everyone around us and my red dress added to the scene. We kept up with Kells' every word and I couldn't help but smile, I was actually having fun.

The song ended and was immediately followed by something smooth and naughty by Miguel. I had to give it to him, the DJ was on point! As couples drew closer together, the awkwardness of my situation began to show. I'd just met my dance partner. Surely she'd want to sit this one out. Not even. Her eyes gave way to her motive before her body could make the first move. Fuck bedroom, she had "fuck me now" eyes and the wetness beginning to drip onto my thong persuaded me to reply favorably when she moved her hand to my waist and pulled me closer to her.

"I think you were looking for more than just a dance partner, Madame," I whispered in her ear.

"I honestly was, but let's just say I found a whole lot more. You've got some moves and I'm loving the view of your body." She whispered back before letting me spin in front of her.

I landed with my back to her and took the opportunity to grind my ample, round ass into her pussy. I hopped every movement let her know what I wanted to do to her if she decided to come back to my place or welcomed me to hers. I wanted to make her as wet as she'd made me, if not wetter. Her reaction was a bit more than expected, however. A hard bulge pressed between my ass cheeks and made me jump forward and freeze. What the hell? Was this femme strapped in the club? Was she a stud playing games? Was this even a woman?

The questions I had were endless and my confusion made me dumb to the world, standing completely still in the middle of the dancing crowd. She took the opportunity to grab me around the waist from behind.

"I can explain. Let me explain." She whispered into my ear. An explanation was the first thing I needed, but the last think I was trying to hear.

"Let me go, I need some air!" I mumbled aggressively before prying out of her grip. I'm not even sure she heard me and I didn't really care. By the time I'd made it past the bouncer and outside she was only paces behind me.

"Aunda, wait! Please!"

I'm sure the myriad of women waiting in line must have thought we were a couple in the midst of a small feud incited by some happening in the club. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of ogling the drama. The last thing I needed was an audience so I continued to walk.

"Come over here" I said, motioning across the street towards the parking lot. Once we reached the lot, i let her have it.

"What the hell was that? Like, do you do this often? Come to the club fooling bitches. Please explain what the fuck is going on. Like, right now!"

Lauryn gave me a whole lesson on being a transgender lesbian. She also informed me that she had not and would not be getting reconstructive surgery anytime soon. It was a lot to take in and by the time she was done she needed a drink and I needed a blunt. Puff, puff, no pass. Everything, however, was a lot clearer to me and I thought it would be rude to cast her off as I'm sure she's been done before. She was a beautiful woman and from the conversation at the bar, I liked her personality.

"Wow. That was a lot, but ok. I guess I understand now. Look, I'm kind of over the club thing. Do you want to come to my place for a drink or something?"

A sly grin crossed her face.

"Not like that, ma'am!" I laughed. Finishing up the night with drinks and convo with a new friend may not be too bad. Plus, i felt comfortable and doubted she'd try to kill me or anything when we got there. I prayed not.

She followed me to my home in her car. On the way we stopped at a gas station for supplies for the evening. Lauryn picked up a bottle of wine and I, some pineapple cigars. I was serious, although I understood Lauryn's situation, I still needed something to help me relax from her revelation.

Once we arrived to my apartment complex I directed her as to where to park. My neighbors could be a bit possessive over their parking spaces and I didn't feel like dealing with anyone knocking on my door in the middle of the night. I've heard it's been done before.

"Wow, this is a nice neighborhood. I've heard of this place, but have never been over here. I'll have to add it to my apartment search list."

I smiled and looked for my key in my purse. I'd become victim of the huge purse fetish and found a pair of flats, a flashlight, and another purse before finding my keys in the large bag. I'd have to make time to clean the thing out tomorrow.

"Welcome to my place." I introduced while opening the door for us. It was obvious what i loved to do during my free time. The apartment itself was rather basic with large open rooms, but the various D.I.Y. items proved I was no stranger to Pinterest or the local thrift stores. Amidst the colors everything went very well together.

"I love it! Very comfortable too. Where can I put my shoes and bag?"

I directed Lauryn to a bench near the door and took the cigars and her wine to the kitchen. When I came back she'd made herself comfortable on the couch and was watching television. Some movie on HBO.

"You're welcomed to make yourself a drink. I'm going to change into some sweats. In fact, do you want to change into something. I really don't like people leaving after they've been drinking, so you might as well get comfortable."

"Um, ok. That's fine. Aunda, you are really sweet. Most people run for the hills once they find out. Thank you for being a friend."

"Girl, no problem. It just caught me off guard" I said honestly. I prided myself on having an open mind and I'm glad I didn't come across as anything else. There was too much division in the LGBT community and I didn't want to be apart of it. I directed her to where the cups were and grabbed the cigars of the counter.

"Um, Lauryn, I'm going to just tell you up front. I smoke. Like, I'm not weedhead status, but every once in a while..."

"Girl, you're fine. I do a bit too."

"Ok, cool. I'm going to go change and roll this. Let me know when you're ready for the clothes."

"Ok, will do, girl."

I went to my room and prayed Lauryn wouldn't stiff me for the few dollars in my purse. Lord only knows why I even invited her over, but I did. I was trying the "out of my comfort zone" thing as it relates to making friend because in the 18 months I've lived here, nothing else has worked. She seemed genuine enough, well except for the trans thing, but I could handle that.

After getting on my clothes I hopped on my bed and prepared to roll. Busied with my work I didn't notice her in my door frame.

"Hey, Aunda, can I get the clothes?"

"Sure, they're right there." I said pointing to the shirt and sweats on the dresser, but before I could tell her where the bathroom was she'd already began removing the silver dress. In between her thick hips lay a triangle of lacy purple fabric covering a rather large bulge. I'd be lying if I said the sight didn't do something between my own legs.

As she lifted the dress past her curvy middle two bra'd DD-sized breasts were in revealed. The feeling between my legs grew. What the fuck was happening to me?

"Uh, hey, how are you?" I hadn't noticed Lauryn had removed the dress completely and noticed me staring.

"I'm sorry, but um, girl you've got a body. Like, damn!" I laughed hopping she believed my truth but also wouldn't fear I'd try to rape her in the middle of the night. She was just what I looked for in a woman. Her body was extra thick in all the right places. In fact the only difference between her and a woman I might bed would be the addition between her legs. Usually, that was sold separately. I couldn't deny that the sight of her was getting my pussy wet. Really wet.

"Why, thank you," She chuckled, "I've spent a lot of money and time getting myself this damn fine!"

Not until she mentioned it did I give thought to the fact that her breast probably weren't real.

"Are they implants?" I said, gazing again at her beautiful breast in a bra that matched the thong she had on.

"No, actually fat transfer. Makes them more realistic and causes less complications. Come feel them if you want."

After giving the second newly formed blunt one final lick, I hopped off the bed and walked towards her. Hey, she offered. Lauryn was right, her breast felt amazing. There was no seam or obvious bubble beneath the skin and when touched they jiggled just enough.

"This is about to be dumb as hell. But is the nipple the same as well?"

She laughed and responded, "Yes! It's all me girl. Here, take a look."

Before I knew it she was unclasping her bra and two beautifully round, supple, breasts greeted me, complete with a rich brown, unmarred areola in the center of each. Her nipples were slightly hard.

"Go ahead and touch, you know you want to. I was hoping the night would end with you doing so anyway, just for a different reason," she laughed. I did too.

I began by rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. They hardened more, daring me to continue, I did, just to watch them grow. As I took in the sight of her breasts while squeezing each of her nipples just slightly between my thumb and index fingers, I noticed movement between her legs. I redirected y focus and noticed the bulge in her panties had grown larger and was threatening to release itself from the fabric. I looked up at Lauryn to find her eyes shut tightly and lips pursed as if she were trying to hold back a moan. I released her nipples and cupped her right breast. Unsure of my own sanity, I raised the orb to my mouth and licked the nipple. She moaned.

Wanting to avoid any awkwardness I continued rather than look up at her, adding some sucking as well. What the hell was I doing. This woman had a dick that was growing harder the more i fondled her breast with my mouth! Was I actually going to go there?

"Oh, wow. I'm out of line. I'm sorry. Ugh, the clothes are on the dresser. I'ma go start smoking this." I'd share the second one, but this first jay was about to be a puff, puff, no pass. I rushed out of my bedroom before she could even get a word in.

~ Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think and don't forget to stay tuned for Part Two!



Trying Something New



I grew up in a fairly large city, living with my mother and sister. I spent most summers staying with my aunt and uncle in the country, which was a wonderful retreat from urban life. They had a nice large ranch home, surrounded by acres of fields. It was perfect for riding dirt bikes and shooting rifles, which I loved to do with my Uncle Ted. We were great friends and he was like a father to me, especially after my own dad passed away.

My uncle was a large man, about six foot four, very muscular and handsome. Most of his wisdom came form experience not from schoolbooks. In so many ways, he was a true man's man. Or so I thought.

One summer, Uncle Ted bought a computer and didnt have the faintest idea of how to use it. I helped him set it up, taught him the basics, and soon had him wired to the internet. We were alone, my aunt had gone to a festival with some of her friends. That day will be forever etched into my memory.

I was showing Ted the wonders of the internet, when he asked to see some porn sites. I thought he was joking around but he was serious.

"Come on, Paul, lets see some action. I've heard you can see lots of porn on this thing...lets check it out."

It wasn't long before we were looking at some great pics - lots of tits and ass, women sucking huge cocks and getting fucked. Ted wasn't afraid to rub his crotch right next to me and often exclaimed hoots and hollers of approval when I showed him pics he liked.

"Damn boy, I'm getting a big ol' hardon seeing this stuff!" Uncle Ted told me. "Your Aunt Dorean is gonna get some meat tonight!"

I didn't mind Ted talking like that. I wasn't uncomfortable at all. We talked alot about women and sex, but I certainly wasn't prepared for what was to happen that day.

Uncle Ted's cock was poking out down the leg of his shorts! I had never seen another guys cock hard before.

"Mmm, damn Paul, I think I'm gonna have to jack this big ol' hard-on off!" he said. "Your Aunt Dorrie wont be back for hours and I'm gonna need some relief."

I was hard too, and I couldn't help glancing over at his large cock which he was now openly stroking.

"Go ahead Paul, take yours out too. Nobody needs to know about this" he said with a wink.

I was a little embarassed but I was hard and horny too. Soon we were sitting next to each other, stroking our dicks as we watched clips and pics of porn. His big hand reached over to me.

"Thats a pretty big cock ya got there."

He was gripping my prick and it was then that I realized I wanted him to jack me off. Slowly but methodically, he was squeezing and pumping my shaft, using his spit as lubrication. I reached over and grabbed his. His cock was about the same length as mine but much thicker. It felt so hot and hard in my hand. I loved how it felt and he was doing a great job jerking me.

I felt a queer urge. I wanted to suck him. I had thought about doing things like this before but never imagined it would actually happen! I bent over and kissed the large head of his dick.

"Ohh yeah, boy, go ahead and suck it some if ya want" he urged.

It was like a daze...I found myself getting on the floor in front of him, between his legs. I started licking his shaft and then slipping his bulbous dickhead between my lips. I knew I couldn't take much of it into my mouth, so I started stroking his thick shaft while I sucked the tip. I could feel and taste his cock oozing precum...I loved it! I loved having Uncle Ted's big cock in my mouth!

"Whoa, damn boy...yeah...suck it..suck my cock, boy!" he moaned. "Mmm, fuck...you're gonna make me squirt!"

I didnt really know how to handle that, I just kept slurping and stroking Ted's thick member. Suddenly I felt it "expand"...

"Ohh YEAH!"

It was pulsating and then...POW! His hot jizz was shooting into my mouth...a thick stream fired to the back of my throat. I gagged and quickly removed his squirting cock from my mouth. A large amount of salty, gooey hot liquid was flowing down my throat! I lost complete control, realizing my nasty deed, and started coming myself. I started spurting my load on the floor while I continued to milk Uncle Ted's cock.

Afterward, one would think it would be an awkward situation. It wasn't. We were still the best of friends, even more so now, and we laughed and talked about it. Neither of us had done anything like that before and it started something new between us - a kinky past-time held secret until now.



Trying Something New



This story contains sex so read at your discretion. Please note that there is contact between a happily married couple and another man.

*

The story:

It had been an exhausting day at work. Early that afternoon it had turned cold and grey, just another winter day. Luckily for me we were heading over to Olympia Resort. Its nothing too great but it's in our price range and they have an indoor pool. My husband mark had made all the arrangements. Since we were dead at work I decided to cut out work early and head home. I was looking forward to having some time alone with Mark. 

Pulling up the lane, I was pleasantly surprised to see my hubby's truck parked in front of the house. Last night Mark made a big deal about packing for us. Not sure what he had in mind but was a little excited to see what he wanted me to wear for him. I walked into the house and he was all ready. He got into his truck and we were off. Summers in Wisconsin are great but the winters can be a little gray. We didn't talk much on the drive, and I started thinking about the ways we could spend the time together. 

Pulling up to the resort something came over us, it was around seven at night, but a second wind if you will. I could feel a twinge between my legs at the thought of crawling naked into bed with him. I could see the plumes of smoke coming up from the chimney and I was welcomed by the warm heat of the fire when I went inside. 

We both were excited and wanted to let our hair down. It's been a very long and heard year. We checked in and ran to our room as we were ready to get this party started. I told Mark to select my outfit for the night, grabbed my beauty bag, and went to take a shower. Mark left the room to park the car. I told him to change before he left and to take his time returning. I wanted to be stunning for his return and then our night could begin. Since we were eating on property there would be no reason to drive. So that gave Mark time to enjoy the bar.

I wanted tonight to be perfect and enjoyed taking my time getting ready. After a nice warm shower to get me fresh. One thing that men don't understand is the amount of time it takes to prepare one self for the night. From makeup, perfume, and making sure one has the perfect outfit with accessories for the night. Not too bad, thirty minutes later and I was off to the bar to find my husband.

As I made my way over to my husband I noticed this hunk next to him. Right next to my husband was this beautiful man leaning against a table in front of the fireplace was this incredibly gorgeous man, wearing a flannel shirt, and sexy formfitting blue jeans. This man was talking to my husband, and let me tell you that they looked beautiful with the fireplace radiating behind them. Walking up to them I became very nervous. My husband greeted me with a warm kiss and then introduced me to his new friend: Shawn. 

The waitress came and we placed a round of drinks. Luckily for me there was a nice merlot wine that I've been dying to try. Shawn charmed both of us with his quick and funny whit. I had to take inventory of the moment: a great glass of wine and two hot studs! My husband had strong Russian facial features while Shawn looked very French. Anyone could tell that these men where in shape and boy did I want to feel their strength. 

Mark invited Shawn to join us for dinner. He happily accepted and the two men escorted me to the restaurant. All during dinner the men charmed me and I playfully slapped them as they made naughty comments. The conversation turned to a sexual nature and we all glowed with heat. I was hoping to be the cream filling desert with my two men.

Shawn picked up the check, saying that it would be his honor. How could we refuse his offer and Mark offered Shawn a nightcap in our room. The men were perfect gentlemen as the lead the way. Good thing as my legs were rubber and needed them to hold me. Once back to our room, I had to visit the ladies room. What I really need was a fresh pair of panties! 

As I rounded the corner to the bedroom, I thought I heard a soft low moan. Slowly and quietly I crept around the corner, I didn't want to startle them. Part of me was really hoping to catch a good glimpse of Shawn before he realized I was there. Peaking around the corner, it took me a moment to set eyes on him, and what a shock I received when I did! 

Shawn's head was leaning back on the couch cushion, eyes closed, and soft moans coming from deep inside him. The reason Shawn was moaning, was that between his legs, lying on the floor was my husband. Wearing only his jeans, they had been unbuckled and were exposing the small of his back above his ass. I could see the muscles tighten and contract as he was lightly humping the floor. In his mouth was this strangers hard cock, and he was sucking it with such vigor and enthusiasm I could hear the slurping noises from my hiding spot in the doorway. 

Shawn's hands were on my husbands head, guiding him up and down, and I watched as Mark used his hands to pull the skin of the stranger's cock tight, then loose, moving with the rhythm of his mouth. 

Standing there in the shadows I could feel the heat rise up my chest. I swear that my dress became skin tight and restricted me from breathing, as my hot juices were soaking my panties. I had never been so turned on by the sight of something in my life. My nipples were poking through the soft material; I could not resist reaching up and squeezing one between my fingers. I took my other hand and pressed the hard against my pussy, a quick shudder ran up my spine as I did. 

Suddenly the stranger pushed Mark's mouth up and off of him, moving him so that Mark would be lying on his back. Shawn pulled down my husband's pants, and Mark's cock sprang out from underneath. This man started kissing and biting the smooth skin of Mark's hips, one of my favorite things to do. I could almost smell the familiar, soft, musky scent I knew was filling his senses at that moment. He quickly got right down to it, picking up the head of Mark's cock in his mouth, tasting it with his tongue, squeezing the head between his lips. He pulled the pants down a little further and Mark bent his legs at the knees. The stranger reached up and put a hand between his legs, and judging from the look on Mark's face, he must have been pushing one of his fingers against the tight nub of Mark's asshole, teasing it, maybe even inserting the tip of his finger. Mark's hand went up to cover his eyes, and I heard him whisper, "Oh god, oh yes." 

By this point I had quietly unzipped my dress, and allowed it to fall to the floor. In one quick and brave moment I removed my bra and soaked panties. Now, I was nude standing in front of these men. I was eagerly rubbing the hard nub of my clit, very much aware of the wet noises I was making, trying very hard not to make my presence known. I was so afraid that they saw me, they would be so shocked would stop what they were doing. But the excitement I was feeling was so overwhelming, I must have let out an audible groan, for at that moment the stranger looked up, staring right at me. 

I smiled at him, and lifted a finger to my lips so that he would not make my presence known. I crept quietly into the room, as he proceeded to suck Mark off. I approached my husband, still lying there with his hands covering his eyes, leaned down and softly kissed him on the lips. His hand flew off his face, and his eyes jerked open. I smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him more passionately. His hand came up, and found its way to my breast, pinching the nipples with his fingers. I felt a tug on my jeans, and realized the stranger was pulling them down around to my knees, and I was shocked to feel an unfamiliar touch on my wet pussy. I allowed him to touch me a bit longer, excited by the new feeling, and then I stood up and pulled my jeans right off. 

Mark sat up and looked at me sheepishly. I could tell he was pleased by my reaction, but maybe a little shocked too. I stood over him, straddling him with my legs and lowered myself down, letting the soft hair of my pussy rub against his nose allowing his to feel it's warmth as I moved down, letting my nipple pass over his lips for a moment, then wrapping my hot wet pussy around his still erect cock. At first the stranger seemed a little lost what to do, so I took his hand and brought him closer, to stand beside Mark. Mark turned his head and took the stranger's cock back in his mouth and started to suck him with more enthusiasm than he did before. I looked up at the man and he looked down at me, obviously pleased. 

It wasn't long before I could tell the stranger was about to cum. I stopped moving for a moment, pressed myself hard against Mark, as he eagerly awaited the release of this strange man. He took the back of Mark's head in his hands and let out a loud moan as he released into Mark's mouth. I could see him eagerly swallowing the cum as it shot into him, and felt my own mouth water as I noticed a small amount escape his lips and move down his chin. 

Shawn released Mark, who turned to look at me. I took his head in my hands and leaned in to kiss him, wanting to taste the cum still on his lips. I kissed him long and hard, sucking lightly on his tongue, biting at his lips. All the while I was riding his cock, holding him tight against me, sliding my pussy up and down, his hands were tightly grasping my ass, keeping up with the rhythm of my movements. 

Mark broke the kiss, and moved to lift me off of him. He turned me around and while on my knees, he pushed me forward into the couch. He held my hands down tight, rammed his cock into me and began fucking me from behind. I could see the stranger in the reflection of the fireplace doors, as he moved behind Mark, bent over and began licking his balls and ass. Mark slowed his thrusts when he did this, but they became harder and deeper, almost lifting me off the floor. I was suddenly startled to find a strange hand reach around and start rubbing my clit, and I realized that it wasn't Mark's. This man seemed to know exactly how to touch me, rubbing my hard wet nub, sending shivers right through me. My breasts were pushed up against the couch cushions, I took a hand from Mark's grasp and began rubbing my nipples, squeezing and pulling at them. 

This was almost too much for me to bear. I could feel my orgasm coming on. My breath quickened, my moans got louder as I tensed up and pushed my hips back into Mark, forcing him as deep as he could go. The shudder that moved through me was so deep, I forgot where I was for a moment and became so enthralled with the feeling of it. My head was spinning, my hips buckling, I felt like I would explode. I closed my eyes and screamed in ecstasy, pushing my face into the cushions to muffle the loud sound. 

At that same moment, I felt Mark tense up behind me, and I could tell he was about to cum. I could see in the reflection the stranger was on his knees behind him, fingering his asshole like I know he loves, and Mark thrust hard and fast into me, shooting his hot cum into my throbbing pussy, still pulsating from my orgasm moments before. 

Mark collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heart pounding against my back. Once I caught my own breath, I turned around and looked right at him. He smiled at me, still breathing heavy with his sweat dripping from his brow. He kissed me and said, "Wow baby that was hot!"

I looked up at the Shawn, held out my hand, and said, "It's been a pleasure to meet you". 

Shawn took my hand, "The pleasure has been all mine." 

Shawn dressed and went off to his room.



Trying Something New



"And you're sure you want to do this?" he asked her.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"You understand he won't hold back," the man in the shadows told her.

"Yes, I understand," she said. She tried to act brave, but the truth was she was more nervous than she had ever been in her life.

"He's through that door."

The man in the shadows pointed to a large metal door with the letter "X" drawn on to it. She moved through the empty parking garage and stood before the door. She had never been sexually dominated before. When she found this person's add online, she did several day's research to make sure he was legitimate. She found several videos and pictures and she decided this is what she wanted.

She had been married for ten years, the last three miserable. After her divorce, she decided to fulfill one of her fantasies; to be sexually submissive to a professional dom. She took a deep breath, and opened the the door. It was pitch black. She took a few steps in.

"Hello?" No answer. She took a few more steps. "Is anyone here?"

Something was thrown over her head and she found herself bound by the arms of a large man. She heard the door shut behind her and struggled at first. She realized that she wouldn't get away so she went lax in his arms. If she was nervous before, she was terrified now.  She felt that it was getting harder to breathe, and then she passed out.

She awoke and had no idea where she was or who was with her. She was suspended from the ceiling with her arms tied above her head. There was no sack over her head, but she was still blindfolded. It was also much colder than before. She was naked. She heard dripping water. Her skin crawled. Not being able to see opened up all of her other senses. She wondered how long she had been left here and how long she would remain.

It was then that she heard footsteps in the distance. She was shaking in her leather restraints. She was still scared, but also excited. She knew what was coming and she didn't want to fight it. The footsteps grew closer and closer, then stopped.

She could feel someone breathing down her neck. She could feel their body heat against her skin. A masculine hand grabbed her breast and gently caressed it. He moved forward and kissed her neck. She could feel stubble from his face and it tickled her skin.

"Mmm, I'm going to enjoy this," he said in a deep voice.

The man began caressing both of her lovely C cup breasts while bending down to lick and suck her nipples. He stood behind her and ran his fingertips down her body. From her breasts, to her stomach, from her stomach to her very sensitive pussy. She felt his finger run gently over her slit. She began to breath heavier. She had never thought that this would ever happen and she was still nervous. But she had never been more excited in her life. She breathed heavily and arched her back, desiring more of his touch.

"You like that, you slut?" he taunted, rubbing her clit with one finger.

She moaned. She heard him walk away. Her body was shaking. Her body was starving for attention. His attention. He came back rather quickly. For a moment, he just stood behind her, making her wonder what was going to happen. He put his hand on her ass and rubbed it. He kissed and licked her neck and gave her a firm smack on her bottom. She gasped. He spanked her again. And again. And again. He kept it even, smacking both cheeks, leaving bright red hand prints. The spankings went on for several minutes, until her ass was raw. Then he stopped.

She was out of breath. He walked around in front of her and cupped her tits. She was absolutely loving what was happening to her. Her captor twisted and pulled her nipples, making her scream. He kicked her legs apart and began to rub her pussy. He pressed his lips against hers.

She moaned into him. He rubbed her until she was nice and wet. By the time he was done, her juices were dripping from his fingers. She waited in anticipation for what was to come next. She felt something round and warm pressing against her pussy. It began to vibrate, sending pleasurable chills all through her body. Her legs gave out and her arms were the only things holding her up. She squeezed her thighs around whatever was between her legs. Her moans echoed off of the walls.

Her captor pressed the tool against her pussy and rubbed it. She felt her juices welling up inside of her. She tried so hard to hold it in. She didn't know why. Perhaps she was embarrassed to cum in front of this stranger. Perhaps she just liked to tease herself. He pressed the vibrator into her harder and the pleasure shot through her like lightning and she couldn't hold it any longer. She came all over his instrument and breathed hard as she tried to recover.

"Very good, little whore," he chuckled to her. "I knew I was going to like you."

He smacked her ass again and walked away. Although she was enjoying what was happening, she was relieved to be able to rest. He came back quicker than before. He grabbed her breasts and squeeze them together. In one motion, he licked her nipples, making them harder than they already were. She felt him put something on them. Clamps. Her nipples hurt, but at the same time, it felt amazing. The metal weighed her tits down and she slouched.

"Stand up straight, bitch," her captor commanded of her.

She did as she was told. He moved behind her and grabbed her ass. He rubbed her pussy from behind. He ran his finger over her slit and over her asshole. She felt a warm, slick liquid sliding down her ass. The man spread the liquid between her ass cheeks and over her anus. He slid his finger in just to make sure it was lubricated. He spread her ass cheeks and shoved something cool and cone shaped up her asshole. Once he shoved it all the way in, he pulled it back out.

He kept fucking her ass with his toy until he felt that her ass loosened up a bit, then he shoved it in once more.

"You're going to keep that in your asshole, slut," he whispered in her ear. "Answer me!"

"Yes! Yes! I will keep it in my asshole!"

"Good girl," he chuckled.

He knelt down in front of her and placed what she felt like pads on her inner thighs and on the area just above her pussy.

"Now we're really going to have fun."

She braced herself. She had no idea what was about to happen. She jumped. Several volts of electricity shoot through her thighs and down her legs. He did it again. And again. And again. She tried her hardest not to scream, but she couldn't help it. He lessened the voltage on the pads and turned them on. The weaker electricity felt absolutely wonderful on her skin.

The sensation rushed through her whole body. It started at her pussy, then traveled down her legs, then back up through her stomach, through her breasts and back down to her pussy. She moaned. It felt like a thousand little batteries were pleasuring her all at once. She rubbed her thighs together, wanting to cum again. Just at that moment, her captor turned the pads off.

"Oh no, bitch," he chuckled, "you don't get to cum without my permission. Oh, and by the way, you can call me Master."

"Please Master," she breathed, "please let me cum! Please!"

He turned the shock pads back on. She moaned louder, enjoying every volt surging through her.

"You may orgasm after ten seconds," her Master instructed her. "Count down from ten all the way to zero. Start now."

"Ten..."

He turned the voltage up just enough for her to feel. Her nipples were hard and in pain. She wanted him to grab her tits, suck them, play with them. Anything at all.

"Nine..."

She grunted and moaned, rubbing her legs together. She needed to cum right then and there, but she had to wait, she couldn't disappoint her Master.

"Eight...Seven...Six..."

He turned the voltage up again. Now she was screaming the numbers. She nearly couldn't stand it. As much as it pained her, she had to hold it in. She was sweating.

"Five...Four..."

It was unbearable, she had to cum. She breathed the last of the numbers. "Three...Two....One! Zero!"

Her cum gushed out all over the ground. She felt her hot fluids run down her legs. She collapsed. If she had not been hanging by her hands, she would have fallen to the ground. Her master approached her and removed the pads from her legs and stomach. He then gently removed the plug from her asshole as well as the clamps on her nipples.

"I think you've had enough, slut," he told her. "That was fun. We should do it more often. But before you go, I have one last thing I want to do."

Her Master unchained her from the ceiling and carried her a few feet. He laid her on a table and spread her legs. He kissed her lips, kissed her down her stomach, then licked his way to her pussy. He shoved his tongue in, not wanting to ease into it. He licked her clit and grabbed her tits. He moaned into her, vibrating his tongue as he ate her out. She grabbed his head and pushed him deeper into her. She bucked her hips, wanting him as deep as he could go.

He raised her legs over his shoulders and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his eight inch cock and started stroking himself. His cock was thick, but it fit easily in his large hands. He continued to jack off while he ate her pussy. His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit until she came once again. It ran all over the table and dripped onto the floor. He stared at her juicy pussy and rubbed himself to climax. He shot his load all over her pussy and inner thighs. Once he was finished, he laughed.

"You're the best slut I've had in a very long time," he said pleasantly.

He pulled her up by her arm and guided her across the room. He pressed her body against a cold metal door. She breathed hard, her legs dripping wet with her cum and sweat.

"Did you have fun bitch?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed. "I did have fun."

"And you'll be back, won't you?"

She hesitated. This was met by a firm slap on her ass. "Yes, Master!"

"Good."

Her Master knocked on the door and she heard it open. He pushed her through it and closed the door behind her. She found herself alone now. She pulled the blindfold off of her head and saw the light of day for the first time in hours. She was back in the parking garage that she had first entered. It was morning and although she was alone, she still felt insecure about being naked. This passed, however.

At the though of her new Master and possible new lifestyle, she held her head up high, walked to her car, and drove home with a smile on her face.



Trying Something New



Sometimes, a man just has to start over. He's cruising along, enjoying life, and suddenly he's face down in the mud. That kind of thing changes a guy. If he's lucky, things turn out for the best.

* * * * *

Frank, the division manager, called me into his office. He and I had gotten fairly close over the years. My wife, Julia, and I had gone out to dinner with him and his wife a few times, and we had been to parties at each other's houses.

"Shut the door," he said. "Come, sit down."

I did, and he just stared at his desk. This wasn't good.

"Frank, what's ...." I began.

"Look, Mike, I don't know how else to tell you this. I just got off a conference call with corporate. Those shit-heads are closing down the Michigan operation, and moving other stuff around. 'Cost-cutting and efficiency measures' they called it. Apparently, they've been planing this for months. They told me that you and your entire department are done. I'm sorry."

"I have to transfer?" I asked.

"They said re-location of employees is expensive, especially in a shitty real estate market. The damn bean-counters call the shots in this company, so very few people are going to move from one operation to another. Every facility is having one or more departments eliminated, and only a few guys are getting offered transfers. You're not one of them."

"What the fuck? I'm getting canned?"

Frank wouldn't look at me, but he nodded his head.

"Effective when?"

"The end of the month. Mike, I'm so sorry. None of us division managers saw it coming."

"The end of the month? That's less than three weeks away! What the hell am I supposed to tell my people?"

"We'll work on that tomorrow. Right now, I want you to go home. I'll tell your secretary there was a family emergency or something. I don't know what else to say, Mike. I wish there was something I could do."

It took me a while, but finally I said, "I know you do. I'm going to take you up on that offer of the afternoon off. Tell Sandy my lunch didn't agree with me. She and the gang can take care of stuff for the rest of the day."

"Okay," Frank said. The poor bastard looked like he wanted to cry.

It's a good thing there are no windows on the side of the building where I parked. People would have called the guys with the very long sleeved jacket to come and get me if they had seen me sitting in my car, cursing like a raging madman, and pounding my fists on the steering wheel. Sixteen fucking years I gave to this company, pretty much my entire adult life, and they're throwing me out like a used tampon!

After a while, I got myself calmed down enough to drive home. I needed a drink and some good loving.

Julia would be home doing the same thing she always did on nice afternoons when she didn't teach a class at the university. She'd be out back by the pool, working on her all-over tan.

"Yeah, that's it!" I thought. "I'll park on the street and sneak into the house. I'll make us drinks, strip, and go out and surprise her. We'll see where things go from there."

In the kitchen, I had just gotten some glasses out of the cabinet when I heard something from outside. It sounded like Julia. I couldn't imagine who she was talking to, so I thought it would be a good idea to see who was out there before I dropped my pants. I walked to the patio door.

Things hadn't been at their best between us lately, but marriages go through periods like that. Maybe I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. I was completely unprepared to hear my wife moaning to my older brother, "Fuck me harder!"

I have no idea how long I stood there watching him pound her, but for some reason I didn't move or make a sound until it was obvious they had both cum. Then, I opened the door.

Grabbing for his clothes, my brother stammered, "Mike! Holy shit! Look, man, it's not what you think!"

My naked wife sat up, my brother's cum oozing out of her. "Be quiet, Sean, of course it's what he thinks." Turning to face me, she said, "I'm in love with him. What should we do about that?"

For a second, I seriously considered which kitchen knives I was going to use on them, but then I decided that wouldn't be such a good idea. Instead, I said, "This is the icing on the fucking cake! The shit-heads at corporate down-sized me out of my damn career today, along with my entire staff. I come home and find my goddamn brother fucking my wife. What's next?"

"I didn't want to do it this way, but I want a divorce," the woman I learned about love with in high school twenty years earlier said.

"Good idea! I'll call you this weekend and maybe come over so we can start working out the details. I'm gonna go pack some clothes. Oh, and Sean? Fuck you. Don't make the mistake of being here when I come downstairs," I said, walking back into the house.

I spent the rest of the month in a motel, going to the office to finish projects and transfer files to the division that would be taking over our workload. At night, I e-mailed resumes and drank. It wasn't pretty.

When my job ended, I looked for a less temporary place to live. "Loft efficiency apartment," the listing said. Yeah, well, it was basically a room above someone's garage. Two burner stove, tiny fridge, ridiculous bathroom (when I sat on the toilet, my one knee was against the tub and the other against the sink), and a price I couldn't pass up. There was enough room, if I did it just right, to bring all my clothes here, if I was willing to move boxes and suitcases around a couple of times a week. It was a monthly rental, and I was sure I'd get a good job and be able to afford a decent place in no time.

That didn't happen.

Severance pay doesn't last forever, and I sure as hell didn't want to think about having to live on unemployment while paying my blood-sucking divorce lawyer. After spending two months running to interviews, I started working through a temp agency. 

That's how I met Yazhi. The first time I worked with her, I spent a lot of time trying not to stare. It wasn't that she was wearing slutty, revealing clothes. We were doing office temp work, and she was dressed appropriately, in a crisp white blouse and a charcoal gray skirt. Maybe it was her hair that first attracted me. It was coal black, waist length, and held back from her face with a large turquoise and silver clip. This exotic-looking girl was a perfect specimen of Native American womanhood.

The second time I worked with her, we took our morning break at the same time. "I remember you from that job a few weeks ago, don't I?" she asked.

"Yeah, how are you doing?"

"Pretty good for a temp worker," she laughed, holding out her hand. "I'm Yazhi. Yazhi Sullivan. What's your name?"

"Mike O'Connor. Irish as you can get."

"Yeah, I kinda though so with the curly red hair and freckles." she grinned.

"The kids in school called me Ronald McDonald."

"Oh, childhood nicknames! I was the only Native American in my class in elementary school. They called me Pocahontas. But she was Algonquin. I'm Navajo."

"With a name like Sullivan?"

"I'm divorced. I married outside the tribe."

"What did you do before you signed up with the temp service?" I asked.

"My last real job was as a middle-school English teacher. That was almost two years ago. I'm not going back to teaching. What about you?"

"I was a quality-control engineer. My company down-sized."

"Are you married?" she asked.

"Almost divorced. The day I got canned, I came home to find my wife having sex with my brother."

"Ouch!" Yazhi exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, you have to move on."

"Speaking of moving, we'd better move our asses back to work," she said.

It was fun watching hers, following her out of the lunch room.

Yazhi and I took our breaks together for the rest of the week. By Friday, I had worked up the courage to ask her out. "Wanna get a drink after work?" I offered.

"Sure, but I don't drink and drive."

"I don't really either," I said.

"Come to my place. My housemate will be at work. We can just hang out until you think you're legal to drive. I make damn good coffee."

"Okay." We exchanged numbers and addresses, and agreed that I would pick up a pizza on the way to her place. 

She lived in an area of the city that I didn't know very well, so when I turned onto her street, I was surprised to see that it was an area of upscale condos and single homes -- much nicer than I had expected. Her house was one of the smaller ones, but it still looked expensive. I checked the address again.

Yep, this was the place. Interesting. I knew she must be earning about the same wage I was, but even without lawyer fees, I could never have afforded something like this, even with a housemate.

Yazhi opened the door as I was coming up the walk. She looked magnificent, dressed in a cropped orange tank top and tight, high-waisted white shorts. The bright bits of cloth contrasted beautifully with her rich, sun-darkened skin. Her nearly straight black hair was hanging loose, wisps of it falling carelessly around her face. 

"Hey, Big Red!" she called.

I felt a slight rush of blood to my cheeks. "Big Red" was the other nickname some of the kids started calling me when I got to middle school. I had always been a large child, the tallest and bulkiest in my class. The football coach took one look at me and demanded that I sign up for the team. Most people assumed my nickname was because of my stature. For some, I'm sure it was, but the name started the first day I changed in the gym locker room in front of my teammates. I'm one of those ninety-ninth percentile guys.

That actually presented some problems for me. Even though my physical development was always a couple of years ahead of the rest of the guys, I was the last one in my group to lose my virginity. Why? The girls I got to touch me were scared of the damned thing.

"Come on in," Yazhi said, holding the door for me. As I walked past her, I caught a hint of desert flowers and spice. I'm used to women wearing cologne of some sort, but this aroma was heady, even though it was very light. She smelled as exotic as she looked.

Her living room was furnished with an eclectic mix of modern and American primitive furniture. There was a large Navajo rug displayed over the sofa, a bison skull on the wall over the fireplace, and a traditional ceremonial headdress in a large display case in one corner of the room.

"Let's eat in the kitchen," she said. "Follow me." Her slender brown legs were topped by a taut, athletic looking little ass that didn't jiggle a bit as she moved gracefully away.

The kitchen was a sharp contrast to the living room. The rich, earthy colors there were replaced here by stark white walls, dark granite counter-tops, and stainless steel and black glass appliances. There was no color anywhere -- just shades of gray. There were a few black-and-white nature photos in black frames on the walls. Even the table was chrome and smoked glass, with chrome and black leather chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a lush garden beyond the deck.

"Beer or wine?" she asked as she put slices of pizza on plates and carried them to the table.

"Beer, please."

"Oh good. I know some people like wine with their pizza, trying to act Italian, but I'm about as American as a girl can get. Beer it is," she said with a smile.

"This is a terrific place," I said, between bites of my second slice.

"Thanks. My housemate let me take charge of decorating the common areas. She has no taste in decor," Yazhi laughed. "But I have to give her credit. She was the one who found the place. The back yard was what got us to sign the papers Look at the privacy fence! We tan out there all the time."

"What does your housemate do?" I asked. I was still wondering how these women could afford this house.

"She's a model. Does some acting and stuff."

"Really?"

"Wanna see her picture?"

"Sure."

Yazhi grabbed her phone off the counter and pulled up an image. "Here she is," she said, handing the phone to me. The screen showed a stunning blond, her long wavy hair arranged to just barely cover the nipples on a pair of naked, large, firm-looking breasts.

"Whoa," I breathed. I don't have a very good poker face.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" Yazhi asked.

"Yeah."

"You can look at the next picture too."

I swiped my finger over the screen, and was greeted by a picture of Yazhi, her back turned toward the camera, completely nude and smiling over her shoulder while her housemate, equally naked, stood with her hand on the Navajo girl's slender ass. Some care had gone into this pose. Arms, hands, and hair were positioned in such a way that the camera only caught large expanses of beautiful pale or bronze skin, almost, but not quite, exposing either girls' nipples or genitals. It looked like the picture was taken on the back deck of this house.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"I thought you might like that one," Yazhi giggled, grabbing her phone away.

"Uh, yeah! You ladies are both stunning. She's a model, huh? What does she do? Swimwear?"

"Some, and lingerie. And other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah."

"What other stuff?" I asked.

"Nude. Adult photos."

"Really?"

"Does that bother you?" Yazhi asked.

"Should it?"

"No, it shouldn't, but some people don't approve."

"Screw that" I said. "If a girl has been blessed with a beautiful body, I think it's great if she's willing to show it. I guess it pays pretty well," I said, gesturing around the room.

"Most of the money comes from acting."

"What kind of stuff does she do? TV?" I asked.

"No, movies," Yazhi answered.

"Oh yeah? I don't think I recognize her. What has she done?"

"Some indie films, and some other stuff. More pizza?"

"I'm good. Those were big slices."

"Are you kidding me? You're a big guy. Hell, I ate two slices!" Yazhi laughed. "Oh well, I'll have to do an extra five minutes each on the treadmill and the Bow-flex tomorrow."

"You have a Bow-flex?" I asked.

"It was my housemate, Ingrid's idea, but once I read up on it, I agreed to go halves with her. I'll show it to you later. Want another beer?"

I glanced at my watch. "Yeah, I guess I can have one more."

"So can I. I'll just do my penance tomorrow," she said ruefully. "We can take our beer into the living room. The plates will wait."

She grabbed two beers from the fridge and walked back into the living room. When I followed her, she said, "Let's sit on the couch." She kicked off her sandals, and sat with her legs tucked under her, facing me. "So who is Big Red, really?"

"I was born about twenty miles from here, went to the State University's local campus, and got a job near where we've been working. My high school sweetheart went to the same University, and we got married right after graduation. She went on and got her PhD, and teaches there now. I had a good job until I got canned. I told you what else happened that day."

"That sucks, Mike. So you've been doing temp work ever since?"

"Yup. I have a bachelor's degree in manufacturing engineering, but the few jobs that are out there that don't require advanced degrees go to whiz-kids with wet ink on their diplomas. There aren't any jobs for middle-aged quality-control managers."

"You're not middle-aged! How old are you?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Maybe I should put you on the treadmill and the Bow-flex to find out," she teased.

"I never tried a Bow-flex. I used to go to the gym every day on my way home from work. Now it's just running in the park and free-weights in the apartment."

"It's paid off," she said, giving me the once-over. "Okay, the body is saying late-twenties, but the things you've said tell me you're older."

"I'm thirty-eight. If I live to be seventy-six, that's middle-aged. That's too old for an entry-level job, which is all I'm qualified for."

"Age discrimination is illegal. Trust me, I know all about discrimination," Yazhi said.

"I've heard some horror stories about the reservations," I replied.

"Reservations are a lot like white-trash trailer parks or black ghettos. I never lived on one. Neither did my parents. My father is a surgeon and Mom is an orthodontist. They both do pretty well."

"So, tell me more about Yazhi Sullivan."

"Okay. We'll start with age. I'll be thirty in a couple of months."

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

"Thank you, but it's true. I have a bachelor's in secondary English education, and was working on my master's when I lost my job. Since I can't go back to teaching, I've been working through that temp service. I know what you mean about the job market."

"You said you're divorced?"

"Yes," Yazhi answered. "I got married right out of high school, which pissed my parents off properly. They didn't like him at all. Dad used to call him 'the stupid white boy.' They wouldn't have liked him regardless of his race though, because he was trash, but I was too young to see it. When I figured it out, I divorced him and went to college."

"How long have you known your housemate?" I asked.

"Ingrid? It seems like forever. We were friends in school, but she hated the guy I married. We lost touch, and then we ran into each other again a few years ago."

"You said she does some acting?" I asked.

"Yeah, but also some still photo glamor shot stuff. That's where she is tonight."

"You must be really good friends," I said.

"We are."

"I mean, to let you live here and decorate the place."

"Both our names are on the mortgage, and we split all the bills fifty-fifty."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Mike, temp work is what I do to keep myself active in the mainstream job market. It's my "mad money" not my only source of income. Ingrid and I do some work together."

"You're a model?"

"Yeah. I started as a toddler. I was the perfect little Indian kid to dress up in traditional costume and pose with some sun-dried old guy for tourist postcards. As I got older, I did some fashion shoots for teen clothing catalogs that were trying to be racially inclusive. Being Native American got me some jobs, and kept me from others."

"I still can't get over the idea that you're twenty-nine years old," I said.

"I was a small baby, and I've always been kind of small-statured. That's even what my name means: 'little one.' It's actually been a blessing. I kept working with those teen catalogs until I was twenty. Then I finally filled out a little and got into some swimsuit modeling and other work."

As she was talking, I imagined what she might look like in a nice little micro-bikini.

"You wanna see the rest of the place? I'll show you the Bow-flex"

I followed her out of the living room and up the steps. The wide stairwell repeated the primitive/native theme of the living room.

"That's Ingrid's room." Yazhi pointed through an open door into a huge bedroom decorated in pastel shades, dominated by a king-size canopy bed. "And this is the fitness room," she said, opening the door to a smaller room with a tanning bed, treadmill, and the fancy exercise machine. "This is where I'll be tomorrow, undoing the damage of pizza and beer. Let me show you how the Bow-flex works."

"Okay."

She made some adjustments to the machine and did a few repetitions of an exercise that was intended to tone her abs, but that also had the effect of causing the hem of her top to rise. I wasn't sure where to look -- at the delicious-looking camel-toe displayed in her tight shorts or the exposed curve of the bottom of her breasts. The bright orange fabric was pulled taut over her nipples, which became more prominent with her every movement.

This woman had a phenomenal body. She knew it, I knew it, and my cock sure as hell knew it. I wondered how long I would be able to stare at her before my erection became too noticeable.

She jumped up and made some changes to the equipment, and then lay down on her belly to do some leg work. Hooking her heels under a padded bar, she worked the healthy-looking muscles of her calves, thighs, and ass. Her ass. God!. With the position she was in, her shorts strained to contain those flexing curves, and the cleft between her lips was obvious.




Trying Something New



After a few repetitions of that exercise, she looked over her shoulder at me. Her gaze went right to my crotch.

"Maybe you could come over some morning and work out with me. I'd love to show you all this contraption can do. It can be adjusted to provide the right resistance for a smaller woman like me, a larger woman like Ingrid, or a big strapping hunk like you."

"Sounds like fun," I said.

She got off the machine and smiled at me. "Now for the last stop on our tour, my sanctuary."

We walked across the hall into a large room painted the color of unglazed red clay pottery. On the far side was a huge bed. The walls were decorated with professional-looking photos of Yazhi.

In one, she was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl, her hair gathered into a high pony tail. She wore black patent leather shoes, white ankle socks, and a tiny pleated plaid skirt. An unbuttoned white blouse and her school tie barely covered her breasts. Her lips were puckered into a kiss, and she was making a come-hither motion with her one finger.

Another showed her in a short buckskin vest and matching loincloth, neither one of which did much to hide her. Her one hand was raised to shield her eyes from the sun, and she was posed near a traditional hogan with a partially finished rug stretched on a frame outside.

There was a group of pictures of her with Ingrid. One was similar to the shot she had shown me on her phone, with the two of them nude and posed so that the good bits were out of view. Some others were not as modest. Yazhi saw me staring at them.

"Go ahead and look. I'm not ashamed, and it's not like others haven't seen them," she said.

I walked over to the wall and studied the photos. Both girls were stunning. There was a picture of them standing nude, side by side, holding hands. Ingrid was a bigger girl than Yazhi, with large breasts standing proudly on her firm body, and a completely shaved pussy. Yazhi seemed short by comparison, her slender legs parted to reveal a small clipped patch of black curls above her sex, her long black hair draped over her one pretty breast, leaving its partner exposed.

The next photo was a head shot of the girls kissing, tongues against each other.

The last three photos showed them on a bed, naked again. In one, Ingrid was on her back, and Yazhi was lying partially on top of her. They were locked in a kiss, Yazhi's one hand on her roommate's ample breast, and Ingrid's hand on the Navajo girl's ass. Another showed Ingrid kneeling between her friend's spread legs. Both girls had dildos in their hands, which appeared to glisten with moisture. The last shot showed Ingrid on her hands and knees, her head thrown back in an expression of ecstasy, while Yazhi knelt behind her, her face buried in the blond's ass.

"Those are what got me fired from my teaching job. Someone mailed those pics to the school board. At my dismissal hearing, every one of the men had copies of the photos spread out in front of them, and not one of them would look me in the eye. They probably all went home and jerked off afterward."

I was sure she was right. That was definitely what I would be doing when I got home. "You and Ingrid are lovers, then?" I asked, forcing myself to turn away from the pictures to look at her. She was standing at the edge of her bed.

"Not really. It's what the photographer wanted. I mean, yeah, we play, but I prefer men. Come here. Let me show you what I mean."

Almost in a trance, I walked over to her. She pulled me in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, tentative, exploratory, but it didn't stay that way for long. My hands held her by her shoulders, but soon strayed down to cup her gorgeous ass. She pressed her body against me.

"I can feel your cock. Let me see it," she breathed, pushing away from me. "Take your clothes off."

When I removed my last piece of clothing, my badly tented boxers, my penis stood up to greet her.

"Oh my God, you are a big boy, aren't you?" she asked, her obsidian eyes flashing with excitement. She knelt to cradle it in her hand and licked the tip. "There's no way in hell I can swallow all of that, but I'll do what I can."

Her tongue played along my length for a while, licking up the pre-cum that began to leak from me. Then she took me in her mouth, her one hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and her other hand on my balls. She began to suck me deep and hard. My God, she was good at this!

I pulled her top up to play with her breasts. They were a wonderful size, looking large on her trim body, but still fitting perfectly in my hand.

She stopped bobbing her head on my cock, and began to jack it expertly. Looking up at me, she asked, "Do you like my boobs?"

"Hell, yeah!" I moaned.

"Please keep playing with them. You can be a little firm with the nipples if you like. Now, are you going to cum for Yazhi?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She took me as deep in her mouth as she could, bouncing me repeatedly off her throat. What didn't fit between her lips was getting the royal treatment from her one hand, while my balls were getting fondled by the other. I wondered how long I could last.

When I started pulling on her nipples, she went wild on me. Sucking, licking, jacking, using every trick in the book. It was her moaning with my cock against her throat that pushed me over the edge.

"Gonna cum! Ungh, ungh, UNGH!" I grunted.

The first blast went in her throat, and she gulped it down. Then she pulled me almost out of her mouth, wiggling her tongue back and forth on the underside of my helmet, letting me see my spunk fill her. When I was done, she swallowed hard, and took me back between her lips, sucking, licking, urging any last drops to coat her tongue. I thought my knees would buckle.

"That was the first time you've cum for a while, wasn't it?" she asked.

"Yeah," I panted.

"Thought so. You came a lot. It was good, but kinda thick. I bet the next load is going to feel real nice in my pussy. Come to bed with me."

I couldn't believe my good fortune. This incredibly hot chick just swallowed my load, and now she wants me to fuck her. Maybe my luck was turning around.

She pulled down the bedspread, which resembled an oversized Navajo rug, to reveal gold-colored satin sheets. "Undress me," she said.

I pulled her orange tank top the rest of the way off and stopped for a moment to admire her breasts. Tiny nipples, not much bigger than mine, were ringed by areola the color and size of an old penny. As boobs go, they were fairly modest-sized, but on this small native goddess they were perfect. I cupped the left one in my hand and sucked on her firm nipple.

"I want you to do things to my pussy, Mike," she hissed.

"Good," I mumbled, teasing her nipple with my teeth.

"Do you have condoms with you?"

That stopped me dead in my tracks. "No. I didn't think I'd need any. I didn't expect to be doing this tonight."

"I don't have any that will fit you," she said. "I thought all single guys carried rubbers."

"I normally don't need them. I haven't been with anyone but my wife since we got married. When we found out she couldn't get pregnant, I stopped thinking about condoms."

"I'm on birth control. That wasn't my concern, if you know what I mean. You don't have to worry about me, by the way. I just got my latest health screening back and it's all good. Besides, you were already in my mouth."

"Okay." This is not something middle-aged sorta-married guys think about.

"So, get me naked. Get me naked and fuck me. Please."

I picked her up and lay her on the bed. When we moved so we were in the center, she lifted her hips so I could pull her tight white shorts off. Unlike the images on the wall, she was clean-shaven now. There was a small, detailed tattoo on her mound.

She saw me looking at it, trying to figure it out. "It's a squash blossom design. I'll explain it to you sometime."

As I said, I'm an Irishman. This sun-darkened bronze goddess looked almost feral to me, her long black hair strewn across the pillows, black eyes flashing, dark nipples pointing to the sky, and moisture glistening on her naked lips. "Yazhi, I want to taste you first."

"I love it when a man says that," she laughed, parting her legs to welcome me.

She had a piercing in her navel, with a little silver and turquoise pendant. When I lifted it with my tongue, she whimpered, and I gave her a playful grin. I kissed lower, across her tattoo, and down onto her copper lips. That's when I recognized a portion of the scent I had first noticed when she met me at the door. The desert flower scent was her!

I licked her lips gently, teasing her a little. Her aroma was unusual, like nothing I had smelled before, and her taste was the same. Before I got married, I did a little exploring, but I never tasted a girl like this. I really wanted to tongue-fuck her.

Pulling her lips apart with my fingers, I curled my tongue and entered her.

"Good God! What are you doing?" she squealed.

"Tongue fucking you."

"You can curl your tongue?"

"Uh huh."

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

She was getting wetter, and her taste was stronger, wilder, more primitive. When she came, I couldn't keep up. Spots of her nectar darkened the gold fabric under her. As she gathered herself, she gasped, "Oh my God, Mike! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"I don't know." I could feel my face getting red. "I just like to do it."

"Do you fuck that well?"

By this time, I was very hard again. My cock heard her question and answered it with a glistening thread of pre-cum joining her moisture on the sheet.

"That's what I was wondering," a female voice said from the doorway. "You didn't tell me you were taking an audition tonight."

"Hi, Ingrid," Yazhi said.

I was already off her and scrabbling for the sheet to cover myself before Yazhi identified our intruder. Holy shit. Busted by the roommate. That hadn't happened to me since college!

"Don't cover up, stud. I want to see you, too."

"Ingrid, meet Mike. Mike, Ingrid."

"Damn, girl, you can pick them, can't you? He's got a nice build on him," the blond said.

"Take a look at this," Yazhi said, yanking the sheet off me to reveal my now-shrinking cock. "You should see this thing hard."

"To hell with that. That's for the cameraman. I don't want to just look at it," Ingrid said as she started to strip.

My head was spinning. A pizza and beer date with a co-worker had turned into some amazing oral sex, and I had thought I was going to fuck her. Now, her busty, sexy housemate is taking off her thong. Before I could just accept my blessings, I blurted out, "What's this about a cameraman and taking an audition?"

"There's no camera. This isn't an audition," Yazhi said.

"Why not?" Ingrid chuckled, walking around the bed, studying me.

"Wait a minute. What's going on here?" I asked.

"I didn't tell him," Yazhi said.

"Didn't tell me what?"

"Oh shit," Ingrid giggled.

"Mike, look around you," Yazhi sighed. "Catalog models and indie film actresses don't live in places like this. Even nude models don't make this kind of money. The money is in film. Ingrid and I have been adult actresses in movies for years. We've started our own production company, Squash Blossom Films."

"You girls are porn stars?

"We're porn producers, now, too, and we're looking for talent. That's what I thought was going on," Ingrid laughed.

"No, Bigmouth, I was just horny," Yazhi explained. "This is the guy I was talking about from that temp job. He asked me out for a drink tonight, but I invited him over for pizza and beer instead. I started flirting with him. Then I saw his cock, and it was all over."

"How big does it get?"

"I'll let you figure it out," Yazhi said, pulling her now-naked housemate to her and sticking her tongue in her mouth. They made out for a while. It had the same effect on me as it would on most guys.

Ingrid noticed. "Wow! Look at that thing!"

"Told ya," Yazhi said. "Mike, I hope you're not mad. Will you still fuck me? Or do you look down on me now?"

"No," I said. "No, honestly, I understand your question, but no, I'm not looking down on you. You're still you."

"Okay. Well, then, this can be a wild night of crazy sex. If you're interested, we can talk business over breakfast," she said, straddling me. "Is it okay if Ingrid stays here?"

"Yeah," I said, admiring the tall blond's bare, juicy-looking pussy.

Yazhi rubbed my cock over her wet sex. "Is it okay if Ingrid joins in?"

"Hell, yeah!"

"Great!" Ingrid said. She climbed up on the bed, lay on her elbows next to us, and grabbed my cock. As she jacked it, she licked her friend's pussy lips. "Mmmm, Yazhi, you're nice and wet. Do you like the way she tastes, Mike? That's herbs in her diet."

"That's ancient Navajo medicine, passed down to me by my great-grandmother on her deathbed. I told you before, it doesn't work on un-enlightened Northern Europeans. Why don't you see if you can get that big mouth of yours all the way down on our new friend?"

Ingrid turned and engulfed my cock, forcing herself onto it until her nose was mashed flat against my belly. Blinking, she pulled off me, gulped some air, and did it again, leaving my entire cock dripping with saliva. "Oh, sweetie, you're gonna give me a ride on that thing for sure," she laughed.

"Later," Yazhi said, lining herself up to accept me.

Back in my wilder days, during my on-again-off-again relationship with the girl I would eventually marry, I had sex with some pretty hot girls. A few times there was more than on girl in my bed, but this was like nothing I had ever done before. This woman I was about to fuck was a porn star! That meant that, in addition to being hot, she would probably be talented and expressive, and would at least give me the impression that she was having fun.

Unfortunately, she'd probably be loose enough that a London bus could make a U-turn inside her.

Wrong. Partially.

I was right about the first part. The sight of this desert goddess poised above me, her sopping wet sex ready to be impaled on my spit-slick cock was insanely erotic. Just the way she went about positioning herself to accept me, her black eyes sparkling, was one of the most sensuous things I had ever seen. Again, I wondered how long I would last.

The part I was wrong about was the way she felt. The head of my cock mashed against her for a second, almost as thought her labia didn't want me inside. They gave way grudgingly, allowing me access to a narrow, hot, wet velvet tunnel. As she lowered herself, she moaned and gasped with every inch we came together. It took a while, and she made it worth it. Finally, she was sitting on me.

"Damn, that looked nice!" Ingrid giggled.

"You should feel it!" Yazhi grunted. She put her hands on my chest and said, "You're big, Mike. I hope you can last a while."

She rode me slowly at first, long strokes, sometimes leaning down to kiss me or to let me suck her nipples, and other times sitting straight up or leaning back, steadying herself with a hand on my thigh while she played with her clit.

That's how she started to cum. Maybe it's a guy thing, or maybe it's just me. I can almost always tell when a girl is ready to have an orgasm. Julia and I discovered sex together in high school, and she's the only woman I had been with since I said, "I do." But, as I said, I had my share of partners in college. I haven't been wrong about a girl's orgasm often.

I wasn't wrong this time. Yazhi started to moan louder. A lot louder. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, and she started riding me hard, fast, almost violently. Her pussy, wet from the start, began to flow. When her climax hit her full force, the pulsing of her walls on me would easily have taken me with her, if I hadn't cum hard less than a half hour before.

She pulled herself upright and then lowered herself onto my chest, still moving her hips a little, front and back and side to side, pulsating on me, massaging me. Keeping me hard, feeling phenomenal, but not getting closer to losing it. Amazing.

"Are you gonna finish that, or can I have some," Ingrid asked.

Yazhi started to giggle. She raised herself up so she could look at me, her forehead damp with lust. "Would that be okay, Big Red?"

"Yeah." I really needed to see a shrink if this turned out to be a dream.

Yazhi peeled herself off me, bouncing a few times on my still hard cock before rolling to the side. "All yours, girlfriend," she said to Ingrid, who had been fingering herself and moaning the entire time Yazhi and I went at it.

Ingrid quickly climbed on top of me, kissing me hungrily and rubbing her wet sex on my cock. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Mike. When was the last time you fucked two porn stars, one after the other?"

"Never."

"We're changing that right now," Ingrid said. She sat back on her haunches, grabbed my manhood, and aimed. She was nearly as tight as her friend, and eventually, she settled her weight on my pelvis. "Please stay for breakfast," she breathed.

She positioned herself to allow me easy access to her amazing breasts. When I had first seen her picture, I had wondered who did her implants, since they looked so good, but from this angle, I could see there were no scars. Good genes and healthy living, or something.

I didn't care. I wondered what it would be like to fuck a pair of tits like that. When she started to move on me, I immediately shelved that fantasy. This girl had been doing her Kegel exercises. The flexing she did as she pulled off me reminded me of the way Yazhi's mouth had felt.

I grabbed one fat nipple between my lips and sucked hard as I thrust up into her. Ingrid gasped, and her juicy pussy felt a little wetter. Still suckling her one breast, I began rolling the other nipple between my thumb and index finger.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you to cum deep," she gasped.

Ingrid and I fucked harder that night than I'd ever fucked before. Even when I knew I was seconds from erupting, I didn't just push in deep and hold it like I sometimes liked to do with Julia. I fucked her even harder. Grunting, gasping for air, we pounded each other.

When she felt my spasms, she moaned, "More. More. Don't stop. Almost there. Oh God, please don't stop!"

I didn't. Even after I had cum, I stayed pretty hard for a while. Hard enough for long enough to muster up enough strength to rabbit-fuck her into a sloppy, screaming orgasm.

When Ingrid lifted herself off me, I was almost glad. She settled on her back next to me. "Yazhi, you and I need to talk while we make breakfast for this guy tomorrow."

"I agree. We need showers," my other lover said.

We dragged ourselves out of bed and crowded into the two-person shower in Ingrid's room. The girls teamed up on me in there, just to make sure I was drained of all possible semen. I had never intentionally cum on a woman's face and boobs before, but watching the water from the shower heads rinse the strings of my spunk off the chins and breasts of these two is an image I will carry fondly for a long time.

We slept in Ingrid's bed, Yazhi's being a little rumpled from our earlier activities. Wake up sex was always a favorite of mine anyway, and wake up sex with a busty blond and a an exotic black-haired beauty made it easy to listen their breakfast talk.

* * * * *

That was five years ago. I stayed with the temp service for a while, maybe because I still felt like I was living in a dream. The girls put me on the payroll immediately as a gopher on video shoots any time I wasn't working elsewhere, allowing me to learn the business and the people. I slept at their house most nights, and after a month's notice to my landlord, I moved in. 

At our final settlement conference, Julia mentioned my change of address. "That's a pretty nice neighborhood. How can a temp worker afford to live there?"




Trying Something New



"I'm paying room and board to some friends." It was the truth. My now officially ex-wife didn't need to know the details. She'd figure it out soon enough. Some of her University cronies must watch porn. The girls thought I would be a big star. I snickered as I imagined the look on Julia's face.

Last year, the girls and I thought we could make the financial commitment, so we bought an old farmhouse in the country. We've converted part of it into studio and post-production space. Upstairs, we created two large bedrooms. It's anybody's guess who sleeps where.

Yazhi and I wrote the script for my acting debut, and Ingrid served as my fluffer. We rehearsed it every night for a couple of weeks, and we still re-enact the thing a few times a year. "Big Red and the Native Girl" was low budget, since it was the first feature-length film for the girls' Squash Blossom Films production company. It worked well, played to rave reviews, and launched the career of my alter-ego, Big Red.

We're all looking forward to this year's Adult Video News, or AVN, awards ceremony. We've been close to winning in the past. I nearly won for Best Male Newcomer in my film debut, but lost out to an emotional vote-getter about a blind girl and her dog.

Squash Blossom Films should celebrate a win this year, with a strong entry in the Best Big Bust Series category with Ingrid in "Ski Instructors After Dark." The word on the street is that we've sown up the Best Boy/Girl Sex Scene win with Ingrid and me in "Big Boobs Like Big Cock." Winning either of those categories will establish us as an important studio.

None of us say much about it, but we're hoping for a third trophy for the runaway sentimental leader in the Best Group Sex Scene competition, "Naughty Wedding," a re-enactment of the night Yazhi and I consummated our marriage. Ingrid was with us.



Trying Something New Ch. 02



Uncle Ted led me down the hallway to the bedroom. He told me to get undressed and lay on the bed. He went to the closet and recovered a large box. It was full of porno movies and sex toys.

"Go ahead, pick out a movie," he said.

I searched through the nasty titles and chose one called "Bi Bangers" or something like that. He put in the movie then took off his jeans. I couldn't keep my eyes off his prick. It was pretty big and thick even when it wasn't hard!

The movie was really wild. There were men and women all fucking and sucking. One scene was really hot - two women were fingering each other while this guy was getting gang-banged by four guys. Uncle Ted got a tube of lotion from the box and squirted some on my cockhead. He stroked my cock for me then started rubbing my asshole with his finger. Soon he was sticking a big finger up my ass while he jacked me off.

"That feel good? Huh? You like that finger fucking your boy-pussy?"

"Oh yes, uncle Ted, it feels really good," I moaned.

"Mmm, how 'bout another finger? Ooh yeah, that boy-pussy is tight!"

He was shoving two thick digits up my ass and I was going to cum soon. Suddenly, he stopped. He went back to his box of smut and pulled out a long slender dildo. It was about the same width as his two fingers. It felt so nasty having him ram it up my ass! He mounted my chest, feeding me his big cock.

"Suck my cock, you little whore! Beat yourself off while I fuck your ass with this dildo," he commanded. 

I loved his thick warm cock in my mouth! Reaching behind, he was really fucking me hard with the fake cock. 

"Mmmuummpphh, Immm gunna cumm," I mumbled around his prick.

It felt like I would never stop coming. Fuck, I had one of best orgasms of my life. Uncle Ted got off my chest and removed the dildo. A puddle of thick cum pooled on my belly. Ted was rubbing his cockhead in my cum and used his fingers to cover his shaft with it. Then he fed me.

"That's it, lick and suck off your jizz!"

I loved how nasty uncle Ted treated me. I wanted to please him and I eagerly ate my cum from his throbbing dick. When I was finished, he grabbed me and flipped me over with ease.

"On your hands and knees, you little slut," he barked. "Now spread those little asscheeks for your uncle!"

Oh fuck! His big dick was pressing against my asshole! This was insane! But I wanted it...I wanted to get fucked like a girl. I knew I had to relax....Oh shit! I could feel his thick dickhead pop inside me!

"Ooohh, Unnnghhhh....Oh Fuck! It's going in me! I can feel it!" I groaned.

"Yes, thats it little girl, take that cock up your ass!"

It felt like his dick was splitting my ass open! Relax! Damn is there no end to the length of it? It seemed his shaft just kept going! Finally, I had his whole cock up my ass!

"Ooh that's a good girl! You got that whole cock up your boy-pussy!"

Slowly, he withdrew it then equally as slow pushed it back in. He was going slow, but firmly grabbing my asscheeks. I kept telling myself to relax as he started going faster. Smack!! His hand crashed down on my ass! Reflex made my ass tighten and clamp down on his rod. 

"Ooh yeah, squeeze that dick with your boy-pussy!" he commanded.

And thats how it went for what seemed an eternity. He would pump in and out of my "boy-pussy", then lodge his cock deep inside me and spank my asscheeks.

"Fuck yeah, liitle slut! I'm gonna squirt! I'm gonna pump some hot cum up your tight ass!"

I can't accurately describe how it felt. He was still spanking me with his whole dick in me. I thought it would be hot, temperature-wise. But his cum was warm and juicy. I could feel it squirting into my bowels. Ewww - I thought. It felt disgustingly good having his juice shoot deep up my ass. He kept his cock there for a bit. Then he removed it, making me feel like I was taking a shit. I was exhausted and sore. I felt like a slut, and I loved it. My asshole was really sore, used and abused. I good feel my uncle's cum slowly leaking out. Uncle Ted got up after a short breather, and returned with a couple beers and cigarettes.

"Damn Paulie, your ass is a lot tighter than your Aunt's," he said with a wink. 

We laughed and smoked and drank, but after awhile Uncle Ted let me sleep. I needed it. I was really fucked - literally. Amazingly, when I woke up I wasn't nearly as sore as I had figured. With my Aunt gone, I knew it would be another wild day of gay sex with my uncle. But that's another story...



Trying Something New Pt. 02



A few minutes later, half the blunt was gone and the television was watching me while I pondered what I'd really do for a Klondike bar, the commercial played five commercials back. Lauryn walked into the room and walked passed me in the clothes I left for her. Her ass eclipsed my view of the television when she passed by me to sit on the other side of the couch. Damn. What I would do for just a - Shit.

For some reason I kept forgetting about my new friends not-so-little addition, but with my high nice and settled in, my pussy got wet at the thought even still. I was horny as fuck and the peculiarity, yet sexiness of the person sitting next to me had me thinking very interesting thoughts. Now I can admit that in the bedroom I'm a freak, but never have I chanced something so, well different.

"Can I get some of that?" Lauryn asked, perhaps still on edge from earlier. I was turned on, but I'm sure my little display of "friendliness" had her feeling 10x as turned on. Hell, I practically left her hard.

"Sure. There's another one, too." I said, ashing the blunt and handing it to her without looking. I wanted to avoid the awkward eye contact at all costs. She took it from me and out of the corner of my eye I watched her wrap her thick, glossed brownish- pink lips around the jay and take a deep drag. I almost came. After a moment she closed her eyes, laid her head back on my sofa, parted her lips ever so slightly and let the smoke escape between her lips.

"Damn, I'm already feeling this." She said, motioning to the blunt before taking another drag. This time I turned my head to watch her entire process. 

By the time the blunt was done Lauryn was all smiles and giggles and so was I. 'Bridesmaids' had never been funnier.

"Why'd you stop?" Lauryn asked.

"Huh?" I replied. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I figured I'd let her be bold enough to mention it.

"Why'd you stop touching me? I didn't mind. Not at all."

'Um, to be honest, I don't think I'm ready to go there. I just got a bit carried away. Like I said your body is amazing and you had me horny as hell, but-"

"-But you're getting held up over this." She finished for me while pointing to her crotch. "Yeah, I know. I've heard it too many times before. Lesbians like to yell 'no labels, no labels' all damn day, but ain't open for shit. Studs who wanna fuck with studs can't even live life without someone with something to say!" Even in her high stupor, I could feel the anger in her voice. I could also hear the hurt.

"L, it's not like that. You see you're sitting right here on my couch, right. I didn't ask you to leave. I'm not judging you. Shit, you got me wet as hell over here, but I'm guarded in general. My last relationship was crazy. I'm sorry if I made you feel unwelcomed. I didn't want to do that."

"This is the second time tonight I've had to listen to you talk about your ex. From what I've heard, obviously she didn't deserve your time or attention. Now I didn't know the bitch, hell I don't want to know the bitch, but I think it's about fucking time you tried something new. Shit, Aunda, take care of your damn self!"

Lauryn was yelling at me! She was up in my house yelling at me? This bitch was bold, and right. I'd talked and moped about my ex more than she deserved. Just like in our relationship, I still continued

Too concern myself with all aspects of her life. What the fuck had my life come to!

My high killed slightly by Lauryn's read, I reached for the second blunt on the coffee table. I took a deep drag as i lit it, holding the drug in my lungs until my throat burned, then releasing it into the air.

"Ok. I got you. Shit." I said before taking another drag of the jay. My high was returning.

"Oh you got me? So what the fuck you gunna do? Huh, Aunda? You still stuck under your damn ex? You still wasting away thinking about-"

In one motion I straddled her lap and pressed my lips against hers. I then shaped my tongue into a 'U' and used it to funnel the smoke into her mouth. Once she'd taken all that I'd given her and held it in her lungs, Lauryn turned her head to the left to release the smoke and proceeded to form her lips to speak.

"Shut the fuck up," I said into her ear while grinding my fabric-covered pussy against the cotton pants rising with her hardening dick. "Lauryn, let me suck your dick."

The sly look from earlier reappeared. She nodded her head to her crotch, giving me permission to begin. I slid to my knees between her legs. She aided me in removing the sweats from her huge juicy ass by lifting her pelvis upward, bringing her huge dick centimeters away from my face. It takes everything in me not to wrap my mouth around the form, cotton-covered and all. After removing the pants, already engorged, her dick lays thickly, the purple thong pushed to the side, its string pushing between and helping to define each filled ball.

Of the straps and that one dick in college, this was by far the largest phallus I'd ever encountered. The fact that it laid between two thick, chocolate legs with beautiful half-moon hips was preparing my pussy for the fucking that would no doubt cum. Yoni knew she had to be nice, wet, and ready to receive all that Lauryn was packing.

"Mmm, swallow all 12 fucking inches, Amina. Go 'head," moaned Lauryn softly. The dirty command sounded amazing coming from her and I gladly would comply. I wrapped my lips around its fat, mushroom head without another word.

Although her shaft was as hard as a rock, the head was soft and formed to my mouth when sucked. I moved it in deeper, letting the ridged surface of my tongue graze the sensitive skin.

I looked up to see Lauryn admiring my work, biting her lip in approval and arousal. While still looking at her I descended onto her dick, pushing it farther and farther into my opened mouth. Her face contorted from the simple lip bite to an all-out grimace. I was doing my job rather well. Her look softened and her lips formed into an 'O' when I began sucking her dick. Moving my head back and forth I worked the monster until the one in her came out.

She took her petite, manicured hand and entwined its fingers in my hair. Grabbing my hair with force she pushed my head closer to her body, forcing herself deeper in my mouth. If that wasn't enough, she followed the act by raising her hips like she did earlier. I gagged as her dick forced its way down my throat. Lauryn cursed as my esophagus contracted against her head. The sensation caused her to involuntarily pull my head back as well.

Along with the saliva, precum glistened at the head of her dick. I took the time to lap it up, slowly, with the tip of my tongue. The more I licked, the more came oozing out for me to devour. I enjoyed her taste. Quite different from a pussy. The tanginess of it made it feel naughty, making my pussy drip even more.

She grasped my hair once more, this time guiding my head up towards her face. Wanting her to taste herself, I stuck out my tongue and let the mix of saliva and cum drip into her mouth; she stuck out her tongue in anticipation. Damn, this bitch was as nasty as I was and I fucking loved it.

Backing away from her I looked at her slyly. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before pressing the button on the wall to begin the room's speakers. The Weeknd mumbled over a sultry, tantric track, to which, I begin removing my clothes. My audience of one was very attentive. After discarding my pants and shirt on the floor, she bends her finger in a "come hither" motion and I graciously reply.

"Turn around." I do.

"Bend over." I do

Lauryn moves the string of my thong, squeezes my ass slightly more than I can handle, then with her thumbs tucked between my cheeks, and parts them to reveal my tightest hole. With it exposed I feel vulnerable, but that quickly fades when she uses the tip of her tongue to begin her entrance into my hole.

"Augh, damn, girl! What the fuck are you doing to me?" She continued to tongue fuck my ass, ever so often slurping the cum dripping from my pussy.

"Lauryn, fuck me. Please. Now." I beg her.

She gets up from the couch and motions for me to remove my panties and kneel on the couch. I do so, then feel her line herself up to my entrance behind me. Before entering me she leans against my back, her breasts pressing against me, and whispers in my ear.

"Are you ready to try something different?"

"Yes."