8 comments/ 58922 views/ 0 favorites Vince By: 80niner My friendship with Vince went back quite a ways. The events I reveal here happened over twenty years ago. He was around sixty-three. I was approaching sixty. He often came over to my apartment. Neither of us were married at the time and we spent many a night drinking Chianti talking and solving the serious problems of the world. At that time, I owned a few old 8 mm stag movies. This night we were watching them for the third or fourth time. I happened to mention that I thought I might be able to suck a guys cock but I could never kiss him. Vince reckoned that he felt the same way. Now it happened that I had done well in an art show in Chicago and brought back some exotic liquors including a bottle off 110 proof, green Chartreuse and we were doing rather well with it. A pretty blond in one of the movies appeared to be Vince's favorite. I noticed that his leg kept jiggling up and down in an obvious rhythm that had to be jiggling and affecting his cock in his loose pants. "Wouldn't you love to screw that babe, Vince?" I teased. "Oh Yes." The leg never stopped moving. "She's really given you a hard-on, hasn't she?" "You better believe it. "Why don't you take it out and do it right." "No. This is fine." "Nobody around to object if you want to jack it." "No. I don't think so." Vince's leg continued to move. The movie ended. I turned on my lamp and rewound the film. Vince said, "Would you mind playing that one one more time?" I started the movie and turned out the lamp. Suddenly, Vince stood and dropped his pants and shorts. "Here. I'm showing mine," he said. In the glow of the projector, he lifted his shirt tails to display a thick hard cock pointing upward at a 45% angle. I automatically stood, dropped my pants and removed my shirt. Fot the first time, in my adult life, I stood naked to show off my seven inches of cock to another man. It projected outward and upward as hard and throbbing as his. "Here's mine." Vince revealed his scrawny, white ass as he walked to a couch closer to the screen, I presumed to jack off out my direct view. Without thinking about it, I moved to sit beside him. Remember, we were both stoned on 110 proof booze. Our legs touched. He tentatively reached out toward my hard cock. I instinctively reached for his. For the first time since I was a kid, playing doctor with a neighbor boy, my fingers clutched a strange, hard cock and I felt anothers hand encircle my boner. I worked my fingers up and down that hard stalk that, with a life of its own, swelled in my grasp. I bent to take it in my mouth. I touched the head with my tongue and took as much of him in my mouth as I could. There was no taste and the hard smoothness made my own cock throb. At age 59, I was a cock sucker for the first time. When I came up for air Vince asked, "How was it?" "Not Bad." Vince went down on me. I shivered in the warm room. I wondered why we had never done this before. It seemed so natural, so reasonable. It felt so good. Eventually we fell into a sixty-nine but no matter how long or how hard we sucked and licked and stroked each other, nothing happened. Vince said, "I can't come." "Me either." It was probably the Chartreuse. Maybe we were filled with subconscious guilt for imbibing in the forbidden. I certainly felt none. We got up. I dipped my still hard cock in my glass of chartreuse. I stood front of Vince and offered my tingling cock to him. He promptly swallowed it and licked it clean. He was too drunk to go home and I was too drunk to drive. We fell into bed. Vince lay there, close to passing out. I didn't want it to end. I reached between his thin, hairy legs. His cock had gone small and soft. The head was retraced well back into the pouting foreskin. I twisted in the bed until I managed to get his puny, little cock into my mouth, all of it. The feeling was totally different from that long, hard stalk that I had managed to only half engulf earlier. I moved it about in my mouth. I could have gone to sleep nursing that few soft inches of my best friend. Vince gave a moan and turned on his side, away from me and was soon snoring. Next morning we had two of the worst hangovers within memory. The previous night was not mentioned. After a cup of black coffee, Vince left. I took some extra strong headache tablets the doctor prescribed and after looking over the Sunday paper and forcing down a bit of lunch, I felt almost human. Dressed in jogging pants and jacket, I lay back in my recliner and kicked off my shoes. I closed my eyes and thought about the previous evening. First, I wondered how it had happened. Was I queer? I didn't think so. I had to be the Chartreuse. I thought about Vince's cock. It did not look like mine. It was slightly shorter and thinner and the head was smaller than the shaft. My corona was the largest part of mine, and when I was erect, there was no sigh of a foreskin. My hand stole to my crotch to find that I was totally hard. I reached inside the elastic waistband. I wrapped my fingers around the hardness and squeezed. I tried to imagined Vince's hand caressing me. I remembered his tongue on me, licking away the chartreuse, as I stood before him. I quickly slipped out of my fleece-lined joggers. With my bare ass on the leather recliner, tilted back, legs drawn up and hooked over the arms and hard cock in hand, pointed skyward, I slowly and steadily stroked the old boy until the pressure built and ready to pop, my ass rose from the chair, suspended, and the Roman Candle throbs of thick, creamy cum sought the sky. Breathing heavily, I sank back into the chair recovering from the strongest climax I'd had in years. Cock still in hand, I found that it had lost little of it's firmness. My thumb and forefinger formed a ring about the swollen corona and held most of the cum that had not landed on my belly. I winced a bit at the sensitivity of my glans as I stroked upward and smoothed the slick, slimy ejaculate over the satin smooth cockhead and used it as a lubricant. My fist came up over the head squeezed, then plunged to the root buried in dark, brown curls. I moved slowly at first. The feeling was too delicious to end it by cuming quickly. I wished Vince were there. Vince and his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. I stroked much longer the second time. Not as much came out but it was the first time I had made it twice on the same hard-on since I was in my twenties. I owed it all to Chartreuse and Vince. I cleaned up, went back down stairs and turned on the football game. Still, even after the shower, and two stroking rounds with my hand, my cock still hung heavy in my clean sweats. I fingered it through the fleece-lined cotton. It felt good, just playing with a limp dick. I reached inside, remembering how different Vince's had felt once it had shrunk to normal size. I became semi-hard. It felt too good to quit. Actually, I was a bit tender down there but I could not leave it alone. Soon my sweats were down to my knees and I as stroking full strokes, Then going faster on a diminishing fullness until the jackhammer strokes had reduced my cock to less than half it's size. I held the soft limp thing in one fist and squeezed until the head was somewhat swollen. I spit on it and rubbed it in with the other hand until the weak throbbing began and a thin ejaculate dribbled out. I slept in my chair until dark. I was so sore the next day that every step I took rubbed me and made me wince. It didn't help that the friction made the damn thing grow which made more to become painful. I did not hear from Vince all week. I called him on Saturday evening to invite him over. His 84 year old mother said he was out. Didn't know when he would be back. I failed to contact him over the next two weeks. I thought it obvious that he was avoiding me. Finally, I got him on a week night. "Hey, Vince. What's going on?" "Not much." "You been avoiding me?" "No. Just been busy." Has it got to do with what happened last time you were here?" "Oh no. Nothing like that. We can just forget all about what happened." "Okay. Sure. Talk to you later." I hung up. But it wasn't okay with me. I didn't want to forget." I sent off for a couple of X-rated movies. Two weeks later I called Vince. "I have a cassette of Behind the Green Door with Marilyn Chambers. "Oh God! I'd like to see that." "Saturday night?" "I'll bring the wine," promised Vince. Chartreuse was not mentioned. *** We sipped Chianti, chatted a while and then put on the tape. Our last interlude was not mentioned. We sat on a big couch facing the TV. When we got to the good parts and Vince's eyes were riveted on the screen, I unzipped my pants, (I had left off my shorts) pulled out my stiff cock and encircled it with my fist. I nudged Vince. "Want to join me?" Vince looked over, spied my open crotch, and my hard cock sticking up. He went for his zipper. He was definitely hard as he pushed own his pants down. I raised my hips an shoved down my pants and kicked them off. In a minute we were naked. In two, I held another man's cock in my hand and felt his fingers wrapped around my staff and slowly moving up and down. "God!" said Vince, "It feels good to have a hand stroke it that isn't your own." "It sure does." I squirmed as his hand cupped my balls. I leaned over to inspect his equipment and I remembered doing that with the boy next door when we were kids. MY cock, while not circumcised has always had a short foreskin. When soft the head is half exposed and sometimes resembles a large acorn. When hard the head is swollen, pink and larger than the thick barrel of the organ. The foreskin is stretched until it has disappeared. Vince's cock even in erection had a bit of foreskin pouting over the head. I pulled it back to expose a corona that was not as large as the thickest part and then up to cover the end and more. Vince stood and turned as I joined him. "Let's measure." We stood toe to toe and he held both organs in his hand, side by side. He prodded into my reddish brown pubic hair and my cockhead was poking a crotch covered with black curls. We were nearly the same length. We rubbed against each other and then had something of a sword fight without hands as we moved our hips from side to side to make contact with our hard-ons. Vince took my cock in his hand and held the two head to head and then pulled his excess foreskin over the expanded head of mine until it was covered and we looked like Siamese twins jouined at the cock and the two heads rubbed together. "We're missing the movie," I said. "Yeah," said Vince. "Do you care?" We sat side by side. "Hell no." I marveled at how good and how different his cock felt from mine. His hand squeezed gently as he milked my cock. "I'm going to cum." said Vince. "Me too." I moaned. We came in each other's hands. I spurted and spurted and he squeezed as though he knew just when to stop pumping. And two old men, old friends lay back and watched the end of the movie, and played with each other's softening cocks. Later, with another movie on, I asked, "Could you cum again?" "Maybe. Tonight, I think I could." We rolled into a sixty-nine. He could. He did. And I did. It was sooo good. Vince died the following spring. That was a long time ago but I still think about what happened that fall. These days there is no one I trust enough to hint that I would like to suck his cock. In fact there is no one I know whose cock I would want to suck. I do think it would be nice to have a jack-off buddy to play with. Once in my life, as I once said, I would like the experience of a hard cock up my ass. Let's just say, at eighty-three, I'm still curious. Vince and Jess Hi! My names Louise I am thirty six years old and have never before written for Literotica. I am a regular reader and I have often thought some scenarios to be far fetched. I have been spurred into writing by something that occurred a couple of weeks ago, and I still can't get over it. I work for a publishing company which has many international offices. I have been dealing with our Barcelona office, on a project, for the past six months. The office director Vince, originally from the States, has visited the U.K on several occasions. Over this time we have got to know each other well and he has bedded me numerous times. I am married but my husband knows nothing of these encounters. About three weeks ago I had the opportunity to go to Barcelona and Vince suggested that we arrange the work either side of a week-end, so we could have Saturday and Sunday at leisure. He also suggested taking my husband with me. At the last minute however Roger, my husband couldn't make it so I took Jessica (Jess) my eighteen year old daughter along as all the tickets had been booked. We arrived on Thursday morning and I worked Thursday afternoon and all day Friday. On Saturday we were both invited to spend the day with Vince and his wife Morgan on the company's boat, a forty five metre sports cruiser. Vince met us at the marina and introduced us to Morgan. It was a glorious hot day as Vince negotiated us from the marina and out to sea. After about three quarters of an hours cruising Morgan asked if I'd like to have a go at the controls. I volunteered immediately; I had always wanted to see what it was like to drive such a craft. Morgan and I were now inside the cabin at the controls and Vince joined Jess who was already sunning herself on the deck in front of the bridge. We couldn't hear what was being said outside but we could see clearly through the smoked glass screen. Vince had been sitting for about ten minutes when he got to his knees next to Jess. She was lying on her stomach. Vince undid the clasp of Jess's bikini top, he then took a bottle of sun tan cream and sprayed a liberal quantity of lotion on to Jess's back. He then began to rub and massage the liquid into her back and her shoulders. After some time he sprayed lotion on to her legs and once again massaged it into her body. After completing this and having worked his way up her last leg he sprayed lotion at the base of her back. He massaged this once again but I could now clearly see that his hands had ventured inside her bikini bottoms and he was now kneading and massaging her buttocks. I knew that Morgan was watching what I was witnessing but we said nothing. Morgan moved closer to me and I felt her hand and arm resting on my lower back. We were both in our bikinis and her skin was next to mine. Vince removed his hands and tapped Jess on the shoulder. With this she rolled over to lie on her back. Vince gave the same treatment to the front of Jess's legs as he had done the backs. Once this was completed he reached up and slowly slid Jess's bikini top off revealing her small perky young breasts. He sprayed lotion onto her stomach and across her boobs. He began massaging it into her breasts, squeezing them gently and rolling her tiny little nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Morgan and I had still not spoken but I felt her hand stroking gently across my back. Vince moved on to the cream on Jess's stomach working it in gently across the flat young skin. I could see the fingers of his right hand slipping into the waistband of Jess's bikini bottoms as I could feel Morgan's hand slipping inside mine with her finger tracing the line of my anal crack. Vince's hand was now firmly between Jess's legs. I was becoming quite aroused by the sight in front of me and as a natural reaction and without thought I parted my legs which gave a signal to Morgan who pushed her finger lower until it curled up and into my moist love hole. Vince was obviously working Jess up and soon withdrew his hand and smelt then licked his fingers. He leant forward and seemed to whisper in Jess's ear. His hands moved down her body tugging at her bikini bottoms as he eased them off her. She was now completely naked with her perfectly trimmed snatch in full view. Vince stood up put his hand out and helped Jess to her feet. They walked along the side of the boat and we soon heard them descending the steps to the cabin area. Morgan withdrew her finger which was right inside me and her hand from within my bottoms. She slowed the boat, lowered the anchor, reversed to tension it then switching the engine off took my hand and led me towards the steps leading to the cabins. We entered a beautiful room with two single bed / sofas running down both sides. There were no covers on the beds only cushions. Morgan broke the silence that had existed through out. She whispered in a low voice "We'll be able to hear Vince fucking Jess from in here and we can give each other some mutual satisfaction I'm sure. Let's get stripped off and comfortable." I was left speechless and stunned by what was happening. My daughter was about to be done by my lover and I was going to listen in. I should have been shocked but in a funny way I was excited. Morgan had already started the process and I wanted more as well as starting to want some of Morgan's hairy muff. Vince is forty five years old and Morgan is forty two. I have since found out that they both enjoy partners outside of their marriage and that Morgan is very bi. Morgan is a red-head with a firm, natural ample bosom and her muff is as red as her shoulder length hair. Vince is quite athletic for his age, his body is toned from workouts at the gym and he has a really nice uncut cock which has a good length and girth. Morgan was the first out of her bikini. I'd removed my top and Morgan removed my bottoms for me. We both sat uneasily on the edge of separate beds until Morgan got up approached me, lowered her head and kissed me fully and deeply probing her tongue into my mouth to which I responded in the same vain. Morgan pushed me on to my back and lay down next to me. We were both listening intently to see if anything could be heard from next door. There was little noise then. "What about Morgan and my mum?" "Don't worry that's no problem. They'll be too busy sunning themselves on deck." It was quiet again for a while. "Mmmm that's nice." "Do you like having your pussy licked." "Mmmm!" "It tastes so good. You're lovely and moist already." I was getting quite excited. I knew exactly what Vince was doing and how good it felt, he has a masterly tongue. Morgan also knew and was also getting worked up. She eased my legs apart with her hand and inserted her finger where it had been previously. It slid in easily and I knew I was getting wet. I moved my hand to Morgan's muff and worked my fingers through her hairy mound, parting her lips and sliding my finger up into her. We gently diddled each other quietly. "I want to taste your cock." There was rustling from next door as they were obviously changing position in order to satisfy Jess's request. "Jess that's so warm and soft, you'll soon have me hard. Does it taste good?" A muffled sound of approval could be heard. This was probably as a result of her mouth being full. The muffled sounds and sighs continued and were slowly increasing in volume. "That's it Jess, don't hold back come for me baby." Jess's moans and sighs of pleasure were now more distinct. She'd clearly ceased her oral teasing of Vince. "Oh yes, yes, yes Vince I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Mmmmmmmmmmm." Instinctively both Morgan and I clamped ourselves tight around the fingers inside us sharing in Jess's pleasure but not cumming ourselves. "Wow! Jess that was fantastic you're cum really filled my mouth and you produced so much. You taste so good. Suck me hard again I want to be ready to fuck that tight, wet, little hole of yours." Jess obviously obliged. "That's good I'm rock hard. How would you like to start?" "Will you do me in standing doggy, I like it like that." There was more rustling and movement from the other cabin. "That's right, face the bed. Spread your legs nice and wide. Get yourself comfortable; yes place your hands on the bed for support." "You won't spurt inside me will you?" "Not if you don't want it." Morgan removed her finger from up me and moved my hand withdrawing mine from up her. She quietly changed position and we were soon able to get our heads between each others legs, top and tailing side by side. There was a lovely strong musky smell enveloping my nose. I do enjoy eating pussy and I hoped Morgan tasted as good as she smelt. I wasn't to be disappointed as my tongue licked its way along her love slit. I could feel myself being opened up as Morgan returned the favour. "Oh yes stroke me long and deep." Vince had penetrated Jess and you knew when each inward stroke was completed by the sound of Vince's body slapping against her bum cheeks. I was certainly painting a vivid picture of my daughter being fucked by Vince. His pace was slow and steady and he was making Jess moan quietly. Morgan was becoming very wet and I knew that my pussy was juicing up under Morgan's tonguing. Jess was becoming more vocal as her moans grew in intensity. The slapping against bum cheeks was now louder and more frequent and Vince was giving Jess a hard fast fucking. "Oh God! I'm cumming again Vince. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Morgan and I seemed to jointly give a quiet but odd sort of sigh of relief as we heard Jess climaxing again. "I'm still nice and hard Jess, come here and sit on my cock. That's it face me so I can play with your little tits." Movement could be heard again. "Ooooh! It's so deep inside me." "It's so good, you're lovely and tight. Just ride me at your own pace." I felt movement from Morgan as she adjusted herself. She allowed a finger to stroke along my anal crack and finding my puckered bum hole she pushed it up inside. She then inserted her thumb into my cunt. I wanted to return the favour and soon had two fingers up her arse. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep quiet in this situation. It was totally different for those next door. Jess was releasing a short moan in a rhythmic way. I imagined it to be on the completion of the downward stroke as she rode Vince's cock at a steady pace. She seemed to ride him for a considerable time. "Turn round baby, I want to get at your clit...That's it lower yourself down again. Mmmmmm tight and wet. Start riding but lean back a little." Jess's moans continued again. "Go quicker and harder now." Jess obviously responded as her sighs became quicker and louder. "Quicker! Quicker! Make yourself come again." "Mmmmm! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh." Jess had come again with another fantastic climax by the sound of it. We could hear both of them breathing heavily with small sighs until it went quiet for a while. "Vince your cock's still so hard." "Do you think you can take some more of it?" "Uh Hu." "Right lie on your back just here." More movement could be heard. "O.K lets have those legs right back." Moments later Jess was moaning and groaning quietly once again as it was clear that Vince was pumping her with his cock once again. Morgan had not stopped her attentions on me and I was having to bite my lip to keep quiet. I kept my fingers working inside her and along her slit. Attention on her clit was infrequent so as to avoid her moaning too loud. "Roll over on your front." "I don't do anal." "That's O.K. No keep your legs together I'll squeeze my cock into your cunt like that........................." "Mmmmm that's good, fuck me hard, please!" Vince responded and we could hear his grunts as he began what I could only imagine was a very heavy pounding of Jess's love hole. Jess began to moan louder and louder in time with his grunting they were obviously both giving it everything. "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Oh shit! Yes! I'm cumming again! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" Both followed with a great deal of panting and sighing as they regained they're composure. "Vince you're insatiable." "Are you complaining?" "No. Ive never been done like that before. It was incredible." "Earlier you didn't want me to spurt inside you. Does that go for that gorgeous little mouth of yours?" "No." "Good because I think I've worked up quite a load and I'd love to shoot all my hot spunk into your mouth for you to taste and swallow. Come and kneel in front of me.............................That's good nice and slow to start. Mmmmm suck it....................................................." "Vince cum for me I'm ready for you." We could hear Vince's breathing and moaning increasing in intensity. "Oh yes hear it comes...............Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!.......Aghhhhhhhhhh!.............Aghhhhh!" Vince had clearly let his load go into Jess's mouth. "Mmmmmm that was quite a load, thick, hot and tasty." "Have you swallowed it all?" "Every last drop." "Good girl. Let's rest for a moment or two to get our breath back. We can then join the ladies sunbathing on deck. I hope this won't be the last time I get to play with you?" "I hope so too." Morgan and I untangled ourselves, we had not been fully satisfied but we quickly collected our bits and went quietly upstairs. There was no time to put our bikinis back on as we could sense movement from below. We both lay on our fronts, nude, and pretended to be dozing. "Are you two going to join us for a swim?" Vince shouted from the back of the boat where he and Jess had entered the water from the bathing platform. "You two weren't here when we dropped anchor and came on deck." Morgan replied a little while later after we had strolled lazily to the stern. "No we'd gone below for a cold drink; it was too hot on deck. We've been swimming since." "I don't think I want to swim." Morgan went on. "Nor me." I added. "Why don't you join us in a cool drink, I'm sure we could all do with one." Morgan suggested as she went below to fetch them. Vince and Jess got out of the sea totally nude. Jess's bikini was on deck where Vince had removed it and his shorts were resting over the rail at the rear. Nobody said anything, as nobody could, being as we were all dressed in our 'birthday suits'. We enjoyed our drink and chatted before setting off to see a little more of the coast before returning to the marina. We all got dressed just before the waters became too crowded with people on our return. We met up with Morgan and Vince that evening for an excellent meal. No one mentioned anything about what had happened during the day, although both Morgan and Vince stroked my legs under the table with theirs, playing footsie. We had a lazy day on Sunday and I worked again Monday before catching an evening flight home. I have not spoken of what occurred with Jess and she has said nothing to me, although we have a very close and open relationship. I must admit I was extremely excited when listening to Jess and Vince together and can clearly understand how some men would get a thrill from watching their wife being taken by another man and conversely to some degree a woman watching her husband take another woman. Sadly in my marriage that will never happen and I have to rely on getting my enjoyment without my husbands knowledge. Vince Catches Me At Work Here is the instant message session where Tickle Master Vince catches me at my office. Once more he uses his mind controlling, seductive ways to put me in peril. This Southern tickle-toy has done it again.... made me go and torment him over the lunch hour.... and beyond..... enjoy!! I DID!!! TickleMasterVince!!!!!!! Xxe85ram [12:22 P.M.]: Hmmmm.... it's my vulnerable, ticklish-timybe.... how R u today?? Timybe [12:22 P.M.]: Hey there...I'm doing well and the Tickle Master? Xxe85ram [12:23 P.M.]: I'm doin' well... as long as I have spurned a reaction in ur "kangaroo undies"... Hmmmmm???? Xxe85ram [12:23 P.M.]: Is there a tingling in ur balls yet??? Timybe [12:23 P.M.]: Yes sir...you know it! Xxe85ram [12:24 P.M.]: Hmmmm... I only know it because u have told me now..... I never assume.... especially with the possibility of co-workers, supervisors, other clients bein' around.... .... of course, u'd be tempted to strip off those business shoes, and let the smell waft up anyway, wouldn't u, my ticklish slave-toy?? Timybe [12:26 P.M.]: Yes sir....now, the shoes can come off almost any time...co-worker or not...I have to be careful of where I put my hands... Timybe [12:26 P.M.]: People do take there shoes off in their office. Timybe [12:27 P.M.]: But guys are not supposed to be rubbing their crotches and stuff. Xxe85ram [12:33 P.M.]: LOLOLOL...... that's sooo funny, cause I LOVE it when u're rubbin', and teasin' ur man-meat.... LOLOL Xxe85ram [12:33 P.M.]: Do u think of takin' ur shoes off in ur office often ticklish-timybe, my vulnerable laddy?? Timybe [12:34 P.M.]: No not often...but I took them off when you checked in...and my toes are wiggling in aticipation... Timybe [12:34 P.M.]: I have my loafers on again today...and it's much easier...with loafers. Xxe85ram [12:37 P.M.]: Hmmmmm...... u got me HARD now... and i'm tryin' to check my e-mails.... u R the DEVIL!! u ticklish-laddy!!! Xxe85ram [12:38 P.M.]: ur gonna make me get u into trouble here... u'd better watch it.... Timybe [12:38 P.M.]: I'm the devil? I'm the victim...you're the tickler... Xxe85ram [12:39 P.M.]: I'm warnin' u...... and u know my powers... they are very strong, and I'm inside ur head now..... I'm tellin' u not to mess around today... this could be detrimental to ur employment situation.... I'm givin' u an out... right now... u'd better head the warnings..... got that ticklish-playtoy:1 Xxe85ram [12:39 P.M.]:?!! Timybe [12:40 P.M.]: Yes sir...! Xxe85ram [12:40 P.M.]: now behave urself..... Timybe [12:40 P.M.]: Yes sir...I'll even put my shoes back on and stop wiggling my toes Xxe85ram [12:40 P.M.]: I will just revel in the fact that I have such Tickling powers over you.... Xxe85ram [12:41 P.M.]: NO... don't put ur shoes on yet.... Xxe85ram [12:41 P.M.]: just let them breathe for me.... let the oxygen surround them.... Timybe [12:41 P.M.]: OH OK.... Timybe [12:41 P.M.]: It's cool on my socked feet. Xxe85ram [12:41 P.M.]: I LOVE UR ticklish feeties..... they are what my fantasies are built around.... lathering those ticklish toes with my tongue..... Xxe85ram [12:41 P.M.]: Hmmmm... cause ur feet were prespiring in those loafers... and now the air is hittin' all that hott moisture... Hmmmmm!!! Xxe85ram [12:42 P.M.]: The same moisture that would be all over those feeties, when my tongue and lips tease and tickle them.... Timybe [12:42 P.M.]: Brrrrrrrrrr I've got a chill up my back. Xxe85ram [12:42 P.M.]: Hmmmmm... u KNOW I love that.... Timybe [12:43 P.M.]: Yes sir...I know you do! Xxe85ram [12:43 P.M.]: YES.... in fact, u know waaay too much about me, and my reactions to ur hyper-ticklish nipps... pitts.... genitals... and feet/toes... Timybe [12:44 P.M.]: Well, you may react to them...but the really really make me react to your tickling all those areas Xxe85ram [12:45 P.M.]: OH YES... and for u to know I can tickle and tease all of those areas simultaneously.... while you're tightly restrained..... I bet it would be too much for your mind to take in, and handle.... Timybe [12:46 P.M.]: Yes...I thing the correct phrase IS TOO MUCH TO HANDLE Xxe85ram [12:47 P.M.]: Yes..... that does seem appropriate to what I'm describing..... and I'd love to watch you try and endure.... all that leads up to the actual tickling... the slow torment that I perpetrate..... Xxe85ram [12:48 P.M.]: the mental games I play on u... what area will I touch first, my ticklish laddy?? Timybe [12:48 P.M.]: OH my, I don't know what you'll touch and tickle and tease first...or even next and then after that... Xxe85ram [12:49 P.M.]: RIGHT... then wen I place that blindfold over your gentle lookin' eyes.... and I see the gasp on ur lips... I'll know u R all my ticklish-toy..... waiting in anticipation of what will happen... what will I tease/tickle first? What will I use... fingers... feathers... brushes.... tongue.... lips.... teeth????? Timybe [12:51 P.M.]: Brrrrrrrrrr another chill. Yes, It all sensory...I'd be blind to your movement and...and just going crazy with anticipation and with the actual touch... Timybe [12:52 P.M.]: All those items sound so devestating to my ticklishness. Xxe85ram [12:53 P.M.]: Hmmmm.... speaking of sound..... I wonder what the "sound" of my electric toothbrush would do to u, once I "CLICK" that baby on..... and u feel the wind circulating around ur nipps.... toes.... neck..... inner-thighs.... .... talk about ticklishly painful anticipation.... I haven't even touched ur body with anything.... NOT ONE OBJECT yet.... and u got goose bumps all over.... and u can't squirm... not one iota.... LOLOL Timybe [12:55 P.M.]: Oh yes...that's what I mean by anticipation...I feel the threat of the tickling...the buzz of the brush, the wind of the whirring bristles....moving to and around different parts of my naked body...brrrrrrrrrrr Timybe [12:56 P.M.]: But, it's not tickling...yet...but it's right there....right there just inches away... Xxe85ram [12:56 P.M.]: ..... I know just how much the anticipation does it to u!!! that is my secret weapon against u.... and inside ur head.... Timybe [12:56 P.M.]: Not even inches Timybe [12:57 P.M.]: Yes, yes yes....you do do it to me...time and again...and I know it and I can't seem to stop it... you just climb in there and overpower my conscious thought.... Xxe85ram [12:57 P.M.]: Not even centimeters... just close enough to feel the presence of the intensely whirling bristles..... Hmmmm!!! I want soooo badly to just LAY THOSE CHARGED bristles down on those man tits of urs.... those sexxy tips of arousal and lust.... which will make ur toes curl up soooo tight... and ur cock will drip in ticklish torment..... Xxe85ram [12:58 P.M.]: YES..... I'm sittin' so comfortably in ur head right now... no effort on my part.... just the tingly sensation in my balls..... Timybe [12:58 P.M.]: You torment me...you tease me....and I'm nuts because of it. Timybe [12:59 P.M.]: yes...i've got more than tingling in my balls...I'm getting damp in my kangaroos... Timybe [12:59 P.M.]: I'm glad i have on dark pants today. Xxe85ram [1:00 P.M.]: Hmmmmm.... I believe this ticklish lad is about to head to the bathroom stall again.... for more relief... at the tickling-brain-teasing of the TickleMasterVince!!! Xxe85ram [1:00 P.M.]: Dark pants won't keep the seepage from revealing itself... before long... Timybe [1:00 P.M.]: I'l know it but at least it won't be obvious to otheres... Xxe85ram [1:01 P.M.]: u know how good it would feel to have ur soft palms and wrapped fingers over that bare, hard, meat right now??? Do u ticklish-timybe??? Xxe85ram [1:01 P.M.]: LOLOL.... if I work on u about 15 more minutes... it will be PAINFULLY obvious to anyone who gazes down and wonders.... "wow, I never saw a wet spot on dark pants before... this Timmy must be REALLY horned up".... Timybe [1:01 P.M.]: yes...yes...yes...it's just pushing out of my kangaroo pouch and bumping against my zipper. Timybe [1:02 P.M.]: Oh my word...you wouldn't do that to me...would you? Xxe85ram [1:02 P.M.]: Hmmmm.... and as long as I'm here with you.... u R under my tickling control..... never know what could happen..... Timybe [1:03 P.M.]: No...I couldn't let that happen...I just couldn't Timybe [1:03 P.M.]: I'll not give in to getting my pants wet...not today.... Xxe85ram [1:03 P.M.]: but I do know one thing... If I can get u to release the demon that lurks underneath... pressed HARD against that zipper... u'll have no choice but to get some kleenex... and help urself out... while I continue to tickle and tease the HELL outta u... right now... I told u to watch out for what u're gettin' urself into today.... look where we are right now, ticklish-toy?!!! Xxe85ram [1:04 P.M.]: ur pants are moments from gettin' that drippin' ooozzzzeee all over the zipper... and the material that surrounds it...... MOMENTS... ticklish-timybe.... and all ur cock really wants is for u to unzip... and handle that meat..... so it can truly let loose..... the jizz that cooks in those tingling balls..... Hmmmmm!!!!! Xxe85ram [1:05 P.M.]: I know u sooo well, my ticklish toy..... u're staring at this monitor... like there is no other existence out there..... u're beginning not to care who finds u.... u just can't stop thinkin' about the "relief".... the "load" that churns up so hott in ur ball sac..... Timybe [1:05 P.M.]: Oh no..... Timybe [1:06 P.M.]: Now I can't keep my hand off my crotch.... Xxe85ram [1:06 P.M.]: OH YES.... u can't avoid the thoughts... they're now racing too fast... and that cock is beginning to talk to u..... Xxe85ram [1:06 P.M.]: I know..... u have to touch it.... stimulate it... tease it.... and that makes those ticklish toes of urs wriggle.... inside those hott dress socks that Christopher loves so much.... Xxe85ram [1:07 P.M.]: The only thing that could make u hotter right now is the knowledge that Christopher is right here with me..... urgin' me to tease u and tickle u more.... over the net... Timybe [1:07 P.M.]: May be if I scoot up close to my desk...I can hide this lump from prying eyes... Timybe [1:07 P.M.]: OH may..... Oh...dear.... Xxe85ram [1:07 P.M.]: He LOVES knowing the beast he has helped to create on-line between us.... how helplessly ticklish u R..... adn I'm not in the room with u... I'm in ur head... the PERFECT fantasy TickleMaster!!! Timybe [1:07 P.M.]: I can't stop rubbing now.. Xxe85ram [1:08 P.M.]: Hmmmm... see how ticklishly creative u get... when left to MY devices... ... my tickling torment.... my evil powers over u?!!!! Xxe85ram [1:08 P.M.]: u're gonna keep rubbin' that hott, steely meet till it begs for release.... Timybe [1:08 P.M.]: Oh damn my toes are wiggling and my meat is hard.... Xxe85ram [1:08 P.M.]: Till u get that load sprayed all over the inside of ur trousers.... HOW GLORIOUS..... Timybe [1:09 P.M.]: OH no...now don't make me spill in my pants... no don't do that..... Xxe85ram [1:10 P.M.]: YES.. ur toes are wriggling cause u know what my tongue would feel like... even thru the socks.... the maddening tickly sensations...... continuous... till I tell u "I won't stop tickling u till u release that load on urself"...... so u'd better decide.... right now..... the cock is talkin' to u.... RIGHT NOW!!! It wants relief... and u know how to give it.... Timybe [1:10 P.M.]: No that's not glorius....that will be humiliating...I'll have a hell of a time getting to the bathroo. Xxe85ram [1:10 P.M.]: u won't make it to the bathroom this time, ticklish-laddy.... u R under my spell... and all ur cock wants is to release that hott, churned up Jizz-Load!~!! Timybe [1:11 P.M.]: Com on man...you going to make me mess myself....no oh no... Xxe85ram [1:11 P.M.]: YES.... u have no choice now... adn u know it.... Timybe [1:11 P.M.]: I've got to take off a sock.... Xxe85ram [1:11 P.M.]: we've gone too far..... u're past the point of no return.... Xxe85ram [1:11 P.M.]: YES.... YES.... take off a sock... Timybe [1:11 P.M.]: I don't have any keenex... Timybe [1:12 P.M.]: Oh my my zipper my zipper.... Xxe85ram [1:12 P.M.]: so I can sense that ticklish flesh.... while u use ur sock to catch that load... it's right on the edge... and u can't stop teasin' urself... and stimulating urself.... Xxe85ram [1:12 P.M.]: YEAH.... the zipper must be slid down.... to open and free the HARD meat that throbs inside.... do it.... do it.... do it.... rub it.... get it OFF!!! Xxe85ram [1:13 P.M.]: u can always walk to the bathroom with one sock missing.... but u can't go there with wet pants... can u my ticklish laddy?? Xxe85ram [1:13 P.M.]: rub it.... think of the tickling sensations on that now barefoot!! Hmmmm.... those toes all slidin' around in my teasing mouth.... tongue dippin' between each toe.... Xxe85ram [1:13 P.M.]: ...as I hold that ankle.... and tell u once again.... "I'm not gonna stop till u shoot that load for me, ticklish-toy!!" Timybe [1:15 P.M.]: Damn...I counldn't type and catch my juzz.... Xxe85ram [1:15 P.M.]: ...and where did the load end up??? Timybe [1:15 P.M.]: Now I've got to hide this sock in my briefcase. Timybe [1:15 P.M.]: In my sock... Xxe85ram [1:16 P.M.]: ... and that odor will permeate ur briefcase.... Hmmmmmm!!! Xxe85ram [1:16 P.M.]: I LOVE the smell of a nice, hott LOAD!!! Timybe [1:16 P.M.]: yes... Xxe85ram [1:16 P.M.]: I tried to warn u not to tease me today.... it wasn't in ur best interest.... do u have a spare pair of sox to change into, or will u be goin' "sockless" for the remainder of the day in ur office? Timybe [1:16 P.M.]: sockless.. Timybe [1:17 P.M.]: I don't come prepared to change socks. Timybe [1:17 P.M.]: Thanks for teh tease.... Xxe85ram [1:17 P.M.]: .... that is probalby something u will consider in the future.... u ticklish laddy..... LOLOL Xxe85ram [1:18 P.M.]: Oh, my work here is done..... and I tried to warn u, but part of u LOVES livin' on the edge, enjoyin' life as I doll it out to u.... Timybe [1:18 P.M.]: I don't know if I would chance this again...I was lucky no one came into the office.... Xxe85ram [1:19 P.M.]: u will pay attention to my warnings in the future..... and know that I can get inside ur head... and make anything happen.... ANYTHING!! u got that my ticklish-toy? Timybe [1:19 P.M.]: Yes sir.... Timybe [1:20 P.M.]: I have a call coming in now...I need to catch my breath... Xxe85ram [1:20 P.M.]: Yes..... as I said... my work here is done.... take care, ticklish-toy!! Timybe [1:20 P.M.]: I'll catch you later... Timybe [1:20 P.M.]: Yes. sir.... Xxe85ram [1:20 P.M.]: u BET!! bye 4 now.... u may go on working now.... Timybe signed off at 1:20 P.M. What a predicament I get into. Vince Does It For Me Vince does it for me... It had come to the point that no sooner had I knocked on Vincent's door than he was unwrapping me like a birthday parcel. "It is just that I have been dreaming about you, I am so very horny for you Pete" I gladly relented which was not hard for me to do. The thought of being completely pampered by such an arduous guy was thrilling to say the least. So we went through all the joys which we mutually enjoyed and as soon as he had stripped me, being already beautifully naked himself with a wonderful physique, I was glad to be his lover. "I miss this so much" he whispered in a very defined and rich masculine voice which set me off and no mistake, it sounded so sexy, and very suggestive as he prompted me on all fours upon the king-size bed and gently but firmly parted my cheeks - complimenting me as always on my wonderful sexy tight ass that he whispered was just waiting for it. It was good and he was so right, because by the time we had gotten to this stage, I was well ready for the feel of that big throbbing cock inside me. It felt like a hunger waiting to be fed and as Vince started to tease and finger me there, the feeling grew more intense. "You adore this don't you Pete?" Vince asked as his little finger which he had just wetted, circled my brown hole. "I simply love everything you do with me, Vince" and then he smothered my mouth with his and gave me the most lovely deep wet French kiss annointing me with the taste of that freshly garnished tongue that had been sucking my ass. I can't explain just how intimate that feels, but when after the kiss, he asked me to suck his cock I was well ready and gave it my very all. It was so wonderful to taste him again after a week's absence. "That is so good, Pete and I do adore the way you just help yourself to my cock and balls." The fact is I just couldn't hold myself back after his deep and so exploring caressing of all and sundry, feeling him suck and lick my cock and balls as he lodged himself beneath me, his head between my thighs as he urged me to smother him with ass, balls and cock. I so loved the feel of that, his mouth and tongue and his nose rubbing me up in the most delightful way. I sort of swirled a bit to give him more intensity and I was in mt own very erotic world by then. "Holding my breath and counting" he always said when he indulged in doing that - and I knew when he pinched my ass, he wanted me to lift up for him to have some air, then it would be the same again, his mouth and tongue rampaging me, making me feel I was being eaten but knowing I was being really enjoyed as, leaning my head down to reach him, I worked my mouth around the diameter of his fat cock, enjoying the feel of teasing back his foreskin and seeing just how wonderful that gorgeous red knob end with the jap-eye in the middle looked and tasted, prodding the tip of my tongue into it as I heard Vince make those so wonderful throat sounds, and all the time me enjoying his so deep sucking and licking of my privates. When we both came up for air we just chilled for a while, tasting each other's cum drenched all over our faces. I swirled some around in my mouth, enjoyed the salty earthy taste of rich earthy and very robust cock. Now I simply laid there next to him and squeezed it gently. We'd take some light refreshment before round two -that was always a must and I so looked forward to his rich deep fuck inside me, already feeling the feel of that cock stretching me as he entered me with gusto, giving me the fuck I wanted, the fuck of a so wonderful and divine quality cock which I felt was a part of my Adonis, I would carry on squeezing and feeling, cocking and balling him until I felt the swell start to rise once more. "That was so good, Pete" said Vince stroking my thighs, his eyes focussed deep into mine, that look that said 'I am gonna fuck the ass off you tonight' and I was happy with that. If he wanted the spanking first that was fine too, sometimes he did and sometimes he wanted to do other things like tie me with handcuffs and dress me in leathers, cover me in cream, spaghetti numbers and just spend time sucking me all up everywhere. "It's about time we gave you some sound spanking," Vince said and I rubbed the palm of his right spanking hand with my fingers signalling yes please, and when I arched myself over and across his lap on the red leather settee, presenting my ass for punishment I held my breath and gritted my teeth for the first few spanks which always stung, but it was all so worth it just to see the pleasure given to my lover and anyway, soon he would smother me with a cooling cream which would ease the pain and give me a real wonderful numbness as he soundly spanked me some more. It became a ritual, the sound of his spanking and the feeling afterwards, he telling me how beautifully hot my ass had become and how it so wonderfully tempted him - like he wanted me to move as he lodged himself beside the settee with me still on al fours as he concentrated on the joys my credentials could give. I guess I just chilled there and heard myself moaning to the feeling of those wonderful now gentle massage movements of my ass cheeks which he knew thrilled me so much, I said for him to sniff it and taste it again, I wanted the feel of his tongue delve inside my hole, for his fingers to stretch and rim me ready for his sublime fuck, that beautiful thick long hard cock thrusting me to oblivion. I was still feeling the combination, a very warm feeling of the spanking and his warm hands stroking me, he said I tasted gorgeous and wanted my fuck so bad. "Should we shower first Vince?" I asked knowing he liked that sometimes and the way we so enjoyed washing each other beneath the flow of tepid water and the feel of his hard-on revving up between my cheeks from the back. But today he wanted me as I was, unwashed and soiled, he'd fuck the ass off me he said and soon I was gulping cock again, but this time he was more forceful, he had gotten to the stage like he was an animal because of his strong sexual wanting and lust for my ass, his sexual feelings were taking over completely and now I was like a big passion thing waiting to be serviced. His cock was deep into my throat when he ordered me upstairs again and I felt his squeeze of my ass as he followed me behind, It was like he was going to have me on the stairs for a while, it wouldn't have been the first time, but he prompted me into the bedroom and forced me over the lower bed rail with a deep cushion well placed below my stomach in a way as to present ass to his best advantage, and soon I was feeling the lust of him pulse through his big cock and push into me - causing me to yell, the feel of it so robust and full as he implanted it right up inside me, pausing for just a moment as I felt his throb inside me and then he was thrusting like a mad animal growling and grunting until I felt the real heavy surge of his final thrust as all hell was let loose and he reached his waterloo up inside my well fucked spanked ass. When it was over, and after we had sprawled on the bed completely exhausted the both of us, Vince asked if it was okay. I guess the look on my face said it all and when I made my way, looking forward already to our next session, I felt he was still there inside. Vincent does it all for me. Vince Gets In My Head This is one of my first experiences with another man...and he, Vince...Tickle Master Vince, wasn't even in the room with me. Vince is a tickle top that I met through our mutual friend Christopher. Christopher and I have been corresponding about our mutual tickle fantasies for some time. I was introduced to Vince and began instant message chats with him. This is one of those IM's where I am taken advantage of my Tickle Master Vince. He really knows how to get in my head. Xxe85ram [11:37 P.M.]: Hey there timybe... how u doin'? Timybe [11:38 P.M.]: Fine...and you...I'm up a little late.. Xxe85ram [11:38 P.M.]: Yup... why u up so late? Timybe [11:38 P.M.]: I've been painting and trying to wind down so I can sleep Xxe85ram [11:38 P.M.]: IC.... what R u paintin'? Timybe [11:39 P.M.]: Why are you up this late. Xxe85ram [11:39 P.M.]: I'm in Chicago with my mom & sis.... no work till Friday. Timybe [11:39 P.M.]: I paint with a group and we have a girl reclined on a couch...pretty young thing Timybe [11:40 P.M.]: Oh still in the windy city? Timybe [11:40 P.M.]: Watch out you don't get a blow job. Xxe85ram [11:41 P.M.]: LOLOL.... good one!! u're VERY funny... Timybe [11:42 P.M.]: Thanks...I like to....give a chuckle too! Xxe85ram [11:42 P.M.]: Yeah... anyway u can, huh? LOLOL Xxe85ram [11:42 P.M.]: u just try to get even with me... but I have the "upper hand" don't I??? Timybe [11:42 P.M.]: Well, maybe Timybe [11:43 P.M.]: You absolutely do!!! Xxe85ram [11:43 P.M.]: I LOVE THAT!! Timybe [11:43 P.M.]: I can't seem to escape those ticklish clutches. Xxe85ram [11:43 P.M.]: NO!! That is not in ur future.. with me!! Timybe [11:44 P.M.]: OH Xxe85ram [11:45 P.M.]: YES!!! Timybe [11:45 P.M.]: So you won't be tickling me...then Xxe85ram [11:46 P.M.]: u're wrong about that!!! Timybe [11:46 P.M.]: Well, now I certainly confused....but what else is new. Xxe85ram [11:47 P.M.]: I can tickle u whenever I'm on-line with u... thru ur brain..... Xxe85ram [11:47 P.M.]: it's easy.... all I have to do is put you in a vulnerable position.... and tease ur brain.... Timybe [11:48 P.M.]: Ah...the Master's touch...mental. Xxe85ram [11:48 P.M.]: YES... ur favorite type of teasing..... immediate!! Timybe [11:49 P.M.]: I think I just get a hard on when you come online. Xxe85ram [11:50 P.M.]: YES... and that is required when I'm on-line simultaneously with u... Xxe85ram [11:50 P.M.]: I love havin' that affect on u.... Timybe [11:51 P.M.]: Well, I guess it's all the anticipation...you can ask Christopher...anticipation is one of my things... and if it involves tickling and sexyal teasing...it's all the more stimulating Timybe [11:51 P.M.]: And you do have that affect Xxe85ram [11:51 P.M.]: EXCELLENT.... thanx for reminding me of that.... I need constant reminders.... at my age... LOLOL Timybe [11:52 P.M.]: Yeah...like you don't immediately seem me as a tickle victim...fun for the Master Tickler Xxe85ram [11:53 P.M.]: Actually.... that's the heading I have you under on this buddy list.... "ticklish-play-required_NOW!" Timybe [11:55 P.M.]: Ticklish Play...now that sounds like a nice way to be remembered Xxe85ram [11:55 P.M.]: YES.... (very evil laugh!) Timybe [11:56 P.M.]: I luv the laugh...it makes me tingle Xxe85ram [11:56 P.M.]: Hmmmm... I LUV makin' u laugh... it makes me tingle.... Timybe [11:57 P.M.]: And the way you make me laugh...makes me tingle even more and more...and in a very specific place. Xxe85ram [12:00 A.M.]: Hmmmm.... that tingling gets me motivated to tickle u more devilishly.... and that makes me get a "wooden" reaction... then I start dripping.... Timybe [12:02 A.M.]: Oh please...not more devilishly...I suffer your tickling...enough don't you think...I don't need more devilish tickling... I've alread got wood myself. Xxe85ram [12:02 A.M.]: Well that wood will eventually help u get to a "REM" sleep state... if u stick with me buddy.... Xxe85ram [12:02 A.M.]: u know I can do it for u.... Xxe85ram [12:03 A.M.]: can u give me 5 minutes to switch to the upstairs phone line (at my mom's), so we can have more privacy? Timybe [12:03 A.M.]: Oh I know I know hee hee Timybe [12:03 A.M.]: yes... Xxe85ram [12:03 A.M.]: OK.... brb, and I'll help u get to sleep.... Xxe85ram [12:09 A.M.]: I'm back... but gotta pea real quick.... ok? Timybe [12:09 A.M.]: shake it good Xxe85ram [12:11 A.M.]: Good one... u know what that's gonna cause me to do with ya', don't u?? Timybe [12:12 A.M.]: No what? Xxe85ram [12:12 A.M.]: I'm gonna tie u up good in that chair u're sittin' in.... Xxe85ram [12:12 A.M.]: ur legs are bein' pulled out to either side.... and u're buck naked, except for those undies.... the kangaroo undies..... Timybe [12:12 A.M.]: It has arms Xxe85ram [12:13 A.M.]: ur waist is attached to the back of the chair.... and ur arms strung high above ur head..... bein' pulled down to where ur waist is secured.... Timybe [12:13 A.M.]: Yea but my cock is already sticking out of the pouch.. Xxe85ram [12:13 A.M.]: Yeah.... and before I'm done witcha'... it'll be drippin'.... but GOOD!! Xxe85ram [12:13 A.M.]: u know I'm in that room with ya', and I have my bag of trix with me... Timybe [12:14 A.M.]: Oh my word...a whole bag Xxe85ram [12:14 A.M.]: I can already see ur perky nipps have risen to the occasion.... and I must blindfold u, with a thick, long, piece of black material... Timybe [12:14 A.M.]: I feel stretched to the nth dgree...that's not good for a ticklish guy Xxe85ram [12:14 A.M.]: YES.... and u don't realize.... comin' down the stairs is my long legged, long red-haired beauty... with the long, strong fingernails.... Xxe85ram [12:15 A.M.]: That is PERFECT for a ticklish guy.... who loves red headed, long-legged beauties... who have a mind for following this TickleMaster's orders.... Xxe85ram [12:15 A.M.]: She is walkin' slowly across the floor in her spikey black strappy heals..... Timybe [12:15 A.M.]: So, I'm to be blind to what happening... I do hear what sounds like high heels... Xxe85ram [12:15 A.M.]: and her toenails are fire-engine red..... Xxe85ram [12:16 A.M.]: YES.... and just as she approaches you.... I tell her to step outta those beautiful spikey heels, and begin to warm up her toes for you to be tickled by them..... Xxe85ram [12:16 A.M.]: She's quite talented at usin' her nimble toes to tickle a ticklish guy..... Xxe85ram [12:16 A.M.]: u just won't believe what she can do.... Xxe85ram [12:16 A.M.]: besides tease ur mouth with them.. one-at-a-time..... Xxe85ram [12:17 A.M.]: ur ankles are secured with cuffs and chains, so there is no leeway..... Timybe [12:17 A.M.]: Oh no...you're awful...you're going to drive me crazy with tickling and this sexy broad... Xxe85ram [12:17 A.M.]: u can't pull, tug or bend ur knees at all..... Xxe85ram [12:18 A.M.]: Yes.... u see.... she and I have compared notes... she rememberd knowing one of our girlfriends in college, so she has secret knowledge about your weaknesses..... Xxe85ram [12:18 A.M.]: u hear me unzip my bag of trix..... Xxe85ram [12:18 A.M.]: and u feel the warmth of her body leaning over you, as she stands between ur thighs... Timybe [12:18 A.M.]: So your friend ...that I can't see is going to tickle me with her....feet and tease me with her feet...while you do no telling what? Xxe85ram [12:19 A.M.]: Oh... she's gonna tickle and tease u with her barefeet, and wriggling toes.... and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to drive u closer... and closer... and closer to the edge of ticklish madness.... Timybe [12:19 A.M.]: Gosh I feel her... Xxe85ram [12:19 A.M.]: her breath is over your nipps right now..... the left one seems to sense her tongue... but she hasn't touched it... just breathing on it..... Xxe85ram [12:20 A.M.]: I get down there where your left barefoot is.... and you can feel the breath on your big toe..... Timybe [12:20 A.M.]: Oh my I arch my back as I feel her breath on my nipple... oh my Xxe85ram [12:21 A.M.]: I tell her.... "if he even flinches as I test his left foot and toes, u can do whatever diabolical, tickling or teasing u want to him.... from the hipps up.... but nowhere else Timybe [12:21 A.M.]: Oh no an attack from my lower rear... I've got a babe toying with my nipples and a tickler breathing on my feet Xxe85ram [12:21 A.M.]: well... that arched back is all she needed to see.... so she begins to trail her long fingernails from your hipps.... all the way up your sides.... very slowly, ever-so-lightly..... Xxe85ram [12:22 A.M.]: I haven't even touched ur feet yet... but now that I see her workin' on your sides... I get anxious.... and take your left big-toe into my mouth... sliding the tongue all about..... Timybe [12:22 A.M.]: Oh GAWD. Hee hee hee hee hee that tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicles. Xxe85ram [12:23 A.M.]: I then use one of my toys.... I flick on the electric toothbrush..... and let it lightly fleck the center of your left sole.... while I lick and suck on your big toe.... Timybe [12:23 A.M.]: OH OH OH their's somthing slithering around my toes. Xxe85ram [12:23 A.M.]: her nails slide all the way up to your pitts... and she lets them dance in there... the left and the right simultaneously.... Timybe [12:24 A.M.]: Oh shit...she's tickling me.. hee hee hee hee and there's warm wet on my feet...what the fuck is that buzz...AAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahahhahahahahhahhahahahahahah noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Timybe [12:25 A.M.]: It's bad enough now...but fingernails trailing up my exposed pits.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hahahhahahahahahhhahah AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahhahahahhhahhahahahhahhahahhh Xxe85ram [12:25 A.M.]: Yes..... so while I'm workin' on ur sole with that brazen toothbrush, and beginning to lick a moist path from toe to toe... down to the little one.... barely keepin' my mouth on those wrigglin' babies.... I use my cosmetic brush to stroke the sole of your right foot.... Oooohhhhh, such a SHOCK I see in ur body.... and ur voice just raised a nice octave..... Timybe [12:26 A.M.]: Sides, arm pits....toes...I'm laughing my brains out. Xxe85ram [12:26 A.M.]: Well.... she is in rare form now.... cause as she continues to stroke and tickle ur pitts with her nails... she is now lickin' and nibblin' at ur right nipp...... Xxe85ram [12:26 A.M.]: ur reaction is gettin' me sooo hard now...... what else can I do to/with u here..... Xxe85ram [12:27 A.M.]: I finish up on the little toe with my tongue and lips.... so now I pull away the vibrating toothbrush, and begin a nibbling path all over the sole and heel of your left foot, while continuing to stroke that right sole with the cosmetic brush... good thing I have a long stretch, cause I'm 6'1" of madd MasterTickler on u!! Timybe [12:28 A.M.]: GAWD...sensory overload already...ribs, arm pits... nipples...and that's just your friend... You are at me feet ...with your wet warm and wiggling tongue...and the I assume fucking toothbrush...that's buzzing and tickling me. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahhahahahahah Xxe85ram [12:29 A.M.]: OH YES.... ticklish music to our ears... I can see her vag drippin' all down her thighs.... she's just quivering cause the tickling is more exciting than she ever amagined.... and she can see your hard meat facin' the Northerly direction.... and beginning to drip pre-jizz..... Timybe [12:29 A.M.]: GAWD my dick is leaking and throbbing like crazy....Please willl one of you ticklers please please please stroke my cock and do it quick.... Timybe [12:30 A.M.]: AAAAAAAAAAA hahahahahahahhahahah I'm laughing my head off but I need some dick action..... Timybe [12:30 A.M.]: OH GAWD it's hard. and bouncing in the air. Xxe85ram [12:31 A.M.]: Hmmmm... I see her raise her righ leg, and use her lithe nimble stretch to get her one set of toes into your left pitt, and she is workin' on the right nipp with her mouth and tongue, and her fingernails on the left nipp, and her left hand of nails in your right pitt.... u're gonna be a dead man..... Timybe [12:31 A.M.]: I"m getting very close. Xxe85ram [12:31 A.M.]: I decide to attach my swingin' feather dusters right above your feeties... and they begin ticklin' your feet simultaneously.... as I use my finger tips to glide a path up your inner-thighs..... Xxe85ram [12:32 A.M.]: slowly.... makin' way.... to your balls.... your ticklish balls..... which are just below that hard meat..... Timybe [12:32 A.M.]: GAWD...you don't know how my heart is pounding and I'm laughing and losing my breath...and my cock is aching for some friction. Xxe85ram [12:32 A.M.]: as I reach your balls.... they tighten more.... and I let my tongue lick and tickle them.... while my lube-filled right palm begins to tease and stroke your hard..... meat...... Xxe85ram [12:33 A.M.]: I begin a slow stroke from the base to the tip of your cock head... and that seems to elevate your reaction a few more notches..... like I've never suspected... and your feet are just wriggling... tryin' to avoid those blasted tickling feather dusters.... Xxe85ram [12:34 A.M.]: she has your upper body writhing and dancing like a mime on crack.... and your mouth is strethched wide open... you're tryin' to catch some oxygen... but we're not gonna finish till you reach a PEAK!!! Timybe [12:34 A.M.]: OH yes yes yeas.... that's it mmmy balls they are ticklish but ...yes Vince rub my cock...more please more....and tell her to stop the tickling please. Xxe85ram [12:34 A.M.]: I begin my chant... "timybe.... shoot for me.... ticklish timybe.... shoot the jizz for me.... ur tickling MasterV!!" Xxe85ram [12:35 A.M.]: "keep ticklin' him virginia, u temptress of the upper body tickling... make him scream out...." Xxe85ram [12:35 A.M.]: ur balls get soooo tight... I think u're gonna die from the multiple stimulation and tickling.... Xxe85ram [12:35 A.M.]: my tongue lickin' and lappin' on those sensitive orbs are more than you can handle.... so I step up the stroking with my lubed palm..... Xxe85ram [12:36 A.M.]: the next thing I know............. Timybe [12:36 A.M.]: I just blew my load.... Xxe85ram [12:36 A.M.]: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...... gotcha again, my ticklish timybe.... (VERY evil laugh) u're gonna sleep like the dead tonite..... Xxe85ram [12:36 A.M.]: all that brain-stim..... Timybe [12:37 A.M.]: I'm wrapped up in some TP but I gotta clean up...Thank you...Oh man Timybe [12:38 A.M.]: And think Virginia Xxe85ram [12:38 A.M.]: u're welcum, ticklish timybe..... and Virginia... my tickling red-head says thanks for helpin her blow her first load with 2 men... Timybe [12:39 A.M.]: Have a good stay in Chicago.. and I hope your family is well. Timmy Night. Xxe85ram [12:39 A.M.]: Thanx, ticklish bud.... I appreciate ur attention... Timybe [12:39 A.M.]: Later...bye Timybe signed off at 12:40 A.M. This is only the first of some other similar experiences. More to cum. Vince The Bastard Vince was a bastard, a right bastard. And a proper one at that. His alcoholic mother never knew who had fucked a belly full of arms and legs into her. Given the nature of Vince, his father must have been a right cunt. At 14, Vince already had a tough rep in the neighbourhood. He was big and mean, well muscled with brooding, saturnine dark good looks. He didn’t have a moral bone in his body. He wasn’t above giving kids a smack in the mouth if they didn’t come across with their lunch money quickly enough. He had learnt early that a good whack got him anything he wanted. After one smack too many, he had been expelled from school. He still needed money for his fags and clothes knowing his useless mother spent any spare cash on booze. He had already shagged the two school bikes. They were mates and known by all to be ready to put out. One was tall and thin with shapely legs she liked to show off in an illegally abbreviated school skirt. She had a narrow, unattractive face, but had gladly taken his cherry on a dead mattress at the back of an abandoned shed. Especially, after he had given her a back hander. She had lain there virtually motionless as he grunted his sperm into her. Her mate was also a useless shag. She had already heard what he had done to her friend, and had meekly flopped down on the mattress, raising her dress to her belly. She too was scrawny, but a fuck was a fuck. He hadn’t lasted long. Still full of sperm, he had put her on her knees and made her suck him off. It had not been at all erotic. He had just turned 15 and was lounging at an outdoor café table one day when one of the local hoods approached him. He was big and mean, and despite a knife scar on one cheek, was well dressed. “I hear you’re a bit of a mean bastard, young Vince,” he said. “Can be.” “I need somebody like you in my team. I need somebody that’s not afraid to dish out a bit of the rough if need be. Are you capable of doing that?” “Yep, guess so.” “I’ll pay you a retainer plus commission to do a bit of collecting for me. Can you do that?” “Sure.” “Mind you, if I find out you’re keeping some of my money, I’ll literally feed you to the fishes. Got that?” “Yep.” Big Mike took Vince on as a member of his team of bullies. They ran prostitutes, loan sharked, owned tenements and were into the protection racket as well. Occasionally, Vince would be sent around to one of the girls and although he had the occasional poke, he saw the needle marks far too often and used condoms which he detested. He preferred head jobs, but he may as well have been using his fist for all the eroticism of it. Then he found what he had been looking for. Or rather, Big Mike found it for him. “I’m promoting you to rent collection,” he had said, “but don’t fuck around with any whining stories. Give ‘em a slap and they’ll cough up.” Vince went to one of the old tenements and after collecting from two old poofs on the second floor, arrived at 204. When it opened, a middle aged woman stood there, hands on her broad hips. “I suppose you want the bloody rent,” she said quietly. “It’s far too much for a flea pit like this. Here have it.” She thrust a bundle of notes into his hand. Vince took the notes and wrote a receipt. As he handed it to her, he took her in. She was quite small, about five one, but broad. Her face was not particularly attractive and lines were apparent around her eyes. Her hair was brown with grey streaks and cut as a bonnet but she looked healthy and clean. Her breasts bulged out of the nondescript dress she was wearing that also did nothing to hide the fact that she had quite a small waist that flared to matronly hips. He stared at her, slowly looking her up and down. In comparison to his mother and that of the scrawny sluts he had rooted, she was huge. She looked up and watched him giving her the slow scrutiny. She was annoyed. Bloody upstart, and young too, despite his new clothes and big build. She started to close the door. He pushed it back and stepped inside, pulling it shut behind him. “What do you want, you bastard,” she said crossing her arms over her mountainous chest. He back handed her, far too quickly for her to react. Her head rocked to the side and back. She regarded him as her cheek reddened. She knew. She suddenly smiled. “Come on then,” she said, leading him to a bedroom. Her bedroom, like her, was neat, clean and comfortable. Semi erect already, he had become fully aroused as she stood by the bed and started undoing the buttons of her dress. A long line bra struggled to contain a massive amount of breast flesh. A round tummy covered the top of her old fashioned panties. She pulled the dress off and sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him past the bulge in the front of his trousers. “I don’t suppose you’ll be satisfied with a blow job, will you?” “It will do for a start. Get that bra off and give me a look and those monsters,” he said, looking at the long cleavage on offer. She didn’t hesitate and undid the front fastening of her enormous brassiere. Her massive boobs burst forth and sagged down onto her rotund tummy. He unzipped and dropped his pants, pushing his underwear to his knees. He stepped forward, hugely erect dick in hand. “Hold them up,” he demanded. She gripped them underneath and lifted. He fitted his prong between them and started punching in and out, lubricated by the pre-cum liberally flowing from his pee slit. It felt marvellous and he rapidly realised this was his first really erotic sexual experience. He knew then he would never fuck another scarecrow. His large dick peeped above her divide. “Give it a suck,” he said, pausing his in and out movement. She bent her head and sucked him into her warm mouth. The sucking was better than he had ever had, made more so by the feel of her big tits on the rest of his shaft and balls. She swirled her tongue across his pee slit and sucked harder. He came, hard. He held her head against him forcing her to swallow. She nearly gagged. His dick was so far down her throat, he was being thrilled some more by the swallowing actions on the head. “Jesus, that was some head job,” he said, pulling semi erect dick from her mouth. She fell back on the bed, wiping her mouth. She looked at him. “Are you leaving now?” He looked at her lying there, her huge breasts, fallen to the sides, rising and falling. “Nope, more to come,” he said reaching out, grabbing her panties and pulling them from under her and down her meaty thighs. “Spread your legs,” he growled, as he started getting out of his clothes. She put one arm over her eyes as she pulled her knees up and let them fall to the side. She knew what he wanted to see. Her cunt was covered with grey wiry hair. The slit was long but plump. He reached forward and prised them apart. They stayed spread and he ran the pad of his forefinger from bottom to top and back again. She was slightly moist. He ran his finger back up to the top and diddled the lump he found there. He could feel it swell. He ran his finger back down and pushed it into her. She felt tight. He added a finger and sawed it back and forth within her. She juiced up, and sighed. “Get on with it you bastard,” she gritted. He slapped her on the inside of her thigh to remind her who was in charge and reached for her mammoth breasts. The big brown nipples stood up about half and inch as he gripped and twisted them viciously. “Be careful, bitch, or you will really get hurt. Put my dick in.” She reached down and guided him to her entrance. He pushed the bulbous head just inside her vaginal lips. Holding her around the legs, he poised then thrust the full length right up as far as it would go. It bottomed with a couple of inches to go. She groaned as he pulled out and thrust again, this time getting further into her cervix. God, she was tight. He started fucking in earnest, trying to rein in the jelly like mounds moving around on her chest with the motion of his jerking movements. She hadn’t been filled like this in years. She’d given up on sex, and hadn’t missed the small-dicked bastard that had run off with his secretary and all their money years ago. Despite willing herself not to, she was quite enjoying the rude thrusting of this big cocked lad who was at least one third her age. He was darkly good looking too, even if he was a first class bastard. He started to speed up and, as she felt her melons sway and roll all over her chest, she came, absolutely surprised at herself. She felt him spurt far up into her, the heat of his ejaculate almost scalding. She had another mini orgasm. He let go her legs and captured her still swaying tits. “You are a hell of a fuck, lady.” He let his cock soak some more, before slowly pulling it out. Their mixed juices were pulled out of her clasping cunt by the flange on his dick. Vince wiped his cock on the insides of her thighs and the bed cover and started getting dressed. She looked at him. “I’ll be back.” And she knew she wouldn’t mind. ******************************************************* Vince got out of bed and yawned. He’d gotten in at 4 am after an interesting night giving a couple of likely lads a bit of a pounding. Silly bastards had tried to muscle in on part of Big Mike’s turf. He’d smashed a knee cap apiece with a baseball bat and received a nod of approval from Big Mike. In the last couple of years, he had moved up in the organisation and was now one of the senior lieutenants. Big Mike saw potential and started teaching him the business. More and more money had come his way and he was now very comfortable. He had truly found his vocation in life. There had been some significant changes too. His old lady had popped off after an overdose and he had paid for her to be burnt. He hadn’t bother to go and had her ashes scattered at the back of the crematorium over some geraniums. He had moved into a four bedroom town house and now had a full time live in housekeeper. In fact, it was Mrs. McIntyre, the old girl he had poked on his first day of rent collecting. She had been grateful to move out of the flea pit and even if he didn’t pay her much or often, she had a roof over her head, some money in the bank, liberal use of housekeeping funds and her own bedroom and en-suite on the bottom floor. He threw the occasional fuck at her for old times sake accompanied by a slap now and then. She didn’t mind in the slightest, as he had become quite the cocksman, learning to love licking her cunt. He never said much, but she knew he enjoyed himself whenever he was giving her a fuck. He could be insatiable and she quite often found herself fingering her clit, day dreaming about the last satisfying time. While selfish for his own pleasure, he had found that if she got off as well, the pulsing of her vaginal walls heightened his ecstasy. Vince put on his dressing gown, and suddenly hungry, went down the stairs to the kitchen. Mrs. McIntyre was there leaning over the sink, scrubbing at a roasting pan. He watched from the doorway as her big hips swung back and forth with the effort of her work. He started to bar up. He hadn’t had a poke in a couple of days as he’d been too busy tracking down the would be turf invaders. He moved quietly over to stand behind her, almost touching but not quite. She sensed him there and stiffened up. “Keep working,” he growled as he reached around her waist to undo the sash of her dressing gown. He opened a bit and slid both hands in to familiarly clasp her big hanging tits over her nightgown. She continued to scrub and the motion moved her melons about in his hands. His ramrod stiff cock rode the crack of her arse. If this kept up, he would spunk all over her dressing gown. He reached up and pulled the dressing gown down off her shoulders and threw it over a nearby chair. She had on a pink night gown that did little to hide her fleshy body. He scooted the hem up around her waist and reached around to finger her pussy. She opened her legs as his dextrous fingers found her clit and started massaging it to erection. He ran his fingers down her slit feeling the onset of her juices. He hunched down a little and the helmet of his cock slid between her meaty thighs, unerringly seeking her hairy twat. Her big arse divided and she could feel his rough public hairs titillating her crinkled anus. She bent over a little more and felt his penis nudge between her bulging lips. Her huge breasts swung free of her torso, her nipples erect. He straightened and his rigid cock forced itself up into her tight, moist cunt. He had been holding her pussy lips apart to allow entry, and now that he was seated in her heat, he reached up for her tits, gripping them like handles, and started to fuck her slowly, revelling in the erotic sensuality of the situation. He shunted into her faster and faster, her cunt walls gripping and releasing. He reached down with one hand and quickly frigged her clit. She came, and as her cunt pulsed, he came too, spurting far up against her cervix. He slumped onto her back, still holding her huge mammaries, as the last of his seed jerked out of him. He eased himself out, feeling her slimy juices surrounding his cock and giving him another shudder of pleasure. He folded his dressing gown around himself and sat on the kitchen chair. “Breakfast,” he muttered, picking up the paper. She sighed and moved to range. Romantic he wasn’t, but a bloody good fuck, just the same. Some time later, he drove to one of the tenements to perform his weekly ritual of rent collection. It was a job he didn’t mind as there were a couple of big titted old tarts grateful for a bit of attention. He was interested to see who had moved into 208. He thumped on the door and it eventually opened, but not too far. It was far enough to see, that it was a tall black woman with a close cropped cap of grey curly hair. Her brown eyes looked him up and down and she said, “Yeah, what do you want, boy?” His eyes narrowed and he suddenly kicked the door hard slamming back against her. He was inside and the door kicked shut before she knew what was happening. She was wearing a loose purple house coat done up to her neck. Vince grabbed the coat by the lapels and swung her around and up against the door. As she slammed into the door, her eyes betrayed her fear. The ferocity and suddenness of the attack coupled with the mighty strength he had used, alarmed her. She was unused to this sort of treatment although a neighbour had warned her that Vince was not to be trifled with. “My name is Vince - not boy,” he growled, emphasising each of the points with a powerful shove. On the second shove, her head jerked back and hit the door with a resounding thud. He let go of her, and moving to an armchair said, “Get the money, bitch. I don’t have all day.” She rubbed the back of her head, and pulled her house coat back into place. “You’ve made your point. I’ll get it.” She moved into the bedroom and he heard her fumbling about. Suddenly suspicious as to why it was taking so long, he was ready when she flew out of the room with a baseball bat raised above her head. He flung himself out of the chair, as the bat landed heavily behind him. Vince rolled and agilely leapt to his feet as she readied to go after him. As she swung up, he closed with her and grappled for control of the bat. He wrenched it from her and threw it behind him. Grabbing her by the lapels, he smacked her once, twice, three times and pushed her back through the doorway into the bedroom. Her knees hit the bed and she flopped back, her eyes glazing. He glared down at her. “You won’t learn, will you, you black bitch. I think a lesson is needed. Roll over, I don’t want to see your ugly face.” He loosened and removed his belt as she ponderously rolled over. “Don’t move,” he warned her as he grabbed the hem of her house coat and pulled it up her legs. Her calves were nicely shaped, tapering up from quite slim ankles. She had dimpled knees. Raising the coat further, he saw that her legs were very smooth and brown, and long. Her thighs were thick but without a sign of cellulite. He flipped the gown above her waist, exposing large, smooth arse cheeks, deeply and darkly divided. The bitch had no underwear on, but he couldn’t see anything of her privates as her thighs were held tightly together. He raised the belt and welted her across her buttocks. Instantly, a deep red mark resulted. Totally in control of his anger, Vince gave her a few more, ignoring the muffled sobbing. He casually re-looped his belt, watching her shoulders shake. “There’ll be no more nonsense - right?” he growled. He heard her whimper “Yes, master.” He gave her a gently pat on the arse, “I’m not your master, woman. Just a man doing a job.” He could feel the heat coming from her arse cheeks and began to caress the nearest one in a circular, soothing action. Her skin felt like velvet. He did the same to the other, again amazed at the velvety smoothness of her skin. Her sobs became quieter and she started to tremble. He leant over and used both hands. “Turn over, bitch,” he said quietly. Knowing she had no option, she slowly rolled over, trying to keep her thighs together. He could see a delta of white grey hair that stood out against her chocolate skin. “Spread ‘em, woman. Don’t piss about. Give me a look at the goodies.” She raised her knees and let them flop outward. Vince slowly drew his breath in as the panorama of a truly glorious cunt was revealed. Emerging from the white curly hair was a pair of plump, hairless lips that bulged up at him. He reached out and caressed his fingers from top to bottom and back again. As he did so, the lips rolled back a little and he could see the beginning of a pink interior. The dark hood at the top of the slit was pronounced as if it was trying to hide something. He flicked it with his thumb, just once. Instantly the hood retracted exposing a shiny pink clitoris the size of the end of his finger. It looked like a mini prick, helmet and all. Peering closely, he thumbed it again and watched in throb strongly. He glanced up at her. She was staring at the ceiling and tears were sliding down her cheeks. “That’s some treasure you have there, honey.” Gently pinching the erect pink clit, Vince moved his hand up and down, and as he did so, the outer lips of her cunt opened outward, like a flower, revealing the rills of her light pink inner lips. He was awed. He hadn’t seen this on any of the old tarts he was fucking. As he rhythmically moved his fingers up and down, he saw a whitish, shiny fluid slide out of the bottom of her cunt and down the crack of her arse and begin puddling on the bed cover. With his other hand he started caressing her incredibly smooth inner thighs. He looked up at. “You may not be enjoying this woman, but your body sure is. Undo the house coat. Lets see if the superstructure matches this pearl I’m peeling.” She started undoing the buttons, one by one. Searching among the rucked up folds of the house coat, she undid the last one and pulled it to one side. His eyes widened. Sitting on her chest, held in place by her arms was a pair of massive brown breasts, full and plump, highlighted by areolae that were easily four inches in diameter. Crinkled nipples the size and shape of strawberries were semi erect. Still moving his thumb and forefinger on her clit, Vince reached up with his other hands and gently pinched the nearest cone, watching as it erected further and became hard. He did the same with the other one and heard her gasp. Moving up, he lowered his head and sucked the unattended nipple, rasping his tongue around it and across. He mauled the other tit then leant over and sucked it. Leaving her clitoris, the fingers of his other hand traced a line up and down the inner lips of her cunt, feeling the moisture gathering at the bottom. Vince The Bastard He raised his head and looked at her. “I don’t do this, but for you, I’ll make an exception.” He lowered his head and sucked her hugely prominent clitoris into his mouth. Moving up and down, it was like sucking a small prick. He worked one finger, then two, into her dank depths, hearing her starting to pant. Vince increased the sucking motion and rasped his tongue around and around the pulsing pleasure dome. She suddenly let out a stifled scream and bucked her pelvis. He was just in time to see a froth of creamy white fluid squirt out of her cunt. The bitch was coming big time! He gazed momentarily at the sight of her sperm like emission then gave the gigantic clit another suck, raising his head to see another pulse of froth issue forth from her depths. By this stage, Vince had an enormous erection. He stood and started getting out of his clothes, still watching the fluid seeping from her cunt. “Jesus, you’re one sexy bitch. Get rid of that coat,” he ordered. She leaned up, still panting, and shrugged out of the house coat. His eyes widened as her massive tits swung pendulously around her chest, elongating, the size of footballs. God, she was a horny old cunt. He pushed her back and clambered between her thighs. He gripped his dick and ran the knob pool of lady cum in the cleft of her arse, then raising it, nudged the helmet into her cunt. He flexed his buttocks and drove his full length into her. He bottomed out but his balls were resting on the velvety cheeks of her arse. Instantly, her cunt walls rippled around the invader, involuntarily milking it. Vince knew he wouldn’t last long and started fucking her like a hungry dog. His arms were on her shoulders and his mouth was sucking on an enormous nipple when he exploded within her. Shot after shot of spunk jerked out his cock. He heard her pant louder and her cunt spasmed, he felt his cock bathed in her hot, slimy emission. Still plugged in tight, he could feel the mouth of her womb opening and closing against his pee slit. He was ecstatic. What a cum!! He lay there on her pillowy breasts regaining his breath as he felt her have a couple of more contractions - mini orgasms. “Gawd, it must be thirty years since I came like that,” she murmured. She looked at him. “I’m sorry for what I did earlier. It’s just that I’ve always been the big strong one and nobody has ever treated me like that. Rough, I mean. Nobody had ever gotten the best of me, but you did - in and out of bed! Shit, you’re alright for a white boy, and you sure can fuck. I ain’t ever had better, that‘s for sure.” He started to slide out of her. “Can I have some more, sugar?” Vince started dressing. “Maybe later. Where’s the money?” She motioned to the side table and he picked up the bills. He wrote a receipt and left. He looked back to see her dreamily lying back, idly fingering her still raised clit. Shit, maybe it had a permanent hard on. When he finished collecting, he’d come back and stick his dick between those huge tits and let her suck him off with those big, luscious lips. Life just didn’t get any better for a bastard like him. Vincent The stretch of beach seemed deserted. Marla had her colorful wrap from the Market and her straw bag, holding lotion, a frozen water bottle and towel. The straw hat flopped in the breeze. Her first vacation alone, to celebrate her divorce, and she just hoped for some sun and privacy. The resort, with all those vacationers, was a mile behind her, and cliffs that rose up to the road were steep and impassable. She found a picturesque spot, not hard in St. Maarten, and laid out the towel. At 48, it had been a long time since she bathed topless. This was her chance, no one in sight. She looked around again. Nobody, then she unwrapped and stuffed it in her bag, and unhooked the top of the two-piece and let it fall. At 5'4, her 36D breasts seemed even larger. They sagged but not like some women she saw at the gym. She had put on ample SPF-30 before leaving the room, so she turned and ran to the warm blue water. The wave broke as she dove and it washed over her, cleaning away those years of unhappiness. The lies, and cheating, and every other thing that bastard had done. She felt refreshed, and alive! She splashed around, thinking, now is my time, now I make me happy, just me! After a few minutes, she went up and sat on the towel, letting the sun dry her, along with her long black hair. She sipped the ice as it melted and felt someone close by. She turned and there was a young man, maybe 18, strolling down the beach. He was obviously a local, the tan so dark, and the hair bleached by the sun. He was maybe Marla's height and didn't seem to have a care in the world. She thought about covering up, but it would have been foolish. He had seen her already, and the island was known for topless sunbathing, so she was sure he had seen it all before. He smiled, and gave her a wave as he passed, only a few feet from her, because she had sat near the water. She smiled back. He had piercing blue eyes, a sharp contrast to the tanned skin. Then he said, "Very beautiful," and kept going. She watched him leave, flattered by the young man, thinking, he must say this to all the foreigners. She sat watching the waves and some boats passed at a distance, and after a while, there he was again, coming back. As he approached, she noticed his body, beyond the tan. His stomach was taut, not quite a six-pack but tight! And his arm and legs muscles were well-defined. He stopped in front of her and smiled again. "The water looks refreshing, yes?" She smiled. "Yes, very refreshing." I think I will take a dip too, if you don't mind." What could she say? It's a public beach, not hers. So she said, "No, not at all." He smiled again, showing even rows of white teeth. This guy could be a model in New York, she thought. He slid his board shorts down without further discussion, and when he stood, Marla's eyes were drawn to the biggest cock she had ever seen in person. He waved and trodded into the surf. She was stunned. He hadn't exposed himself, that would make it sound like he did something wrong. He just decided to take a dip! She watched him dive in, and thought, "My god, that thing is like nine inches! And soft!" She couldn't run. First off, he hadn't done anything to her, and where would she go? She couldn't climb up to the road, the cliffs to steep. And it was a mile to the resort. She couldn't run that far, especially in the sand in the heat! He came out, brushing his hair back, smiling still. "You are so right, pretty lady! The water is wonderful!" She tried not to stare, but couldn't help it! The thing was huge, and thick. Only porn actors and dildos came that big! He stood facing her, his hands on his hips. "Are yo staying at Paradise? It's very nice there, my cousin works there." "Um, yes, I am," she replied, trying not to look at him or his thing! "I am Vincent. Nice to meet you, pretty lady!" and he held his hand out to her. She took it, not knowing what else to do, and his shook it warmly. It flopped as he shook her hand, it flopped around! My God! It's alive! "If you need anything, you just ask for Vincent, that's my cousin's name too. He will take care of you, as will I, if you like." He smiled broadly and she wished someone would come along. Not that she felt threatened. Just awkward, this young stud with his nine inch cock! He squatted down in front of her, oh so close, and said, "I am here to please you, to make your island stay enjoyable. It is my pleasure to help pretty ladies who are alone, to make them feel...anything they want to feel!" Their eyes met and he said, "Can I put some lotion on your lovely teets, Lady?" When she looked away, he said, "No? Well, you can put some on me, if you like? Some lotion here, perhaps?" and his hand went to his club, slowly stroking it back and forth. She stared in amazement. This boy, barely a man, was propositioning me, and my god, I think it just grew! He was kneeling now, his right hand pulling on that cock and he was still smiling. "It's okay, lady, it don't bite, it just likes to make pretty ladies feel good. Go ahead, feel it." Marla felt feverish, she broke into a cold sweat. Her nipples felt ready to burst and her ass dug into the sand, already wet down below. "N-n-no, I don't think so." "Oh, too bad, he really likes you, see how he smiles for you?" It did look like it smiled, even winked! This was wild, way wild! Who would ever believe this? I don't believe this! She looked left and right, still no one around. "Go ahead, Lady, say hello to him, give him a kiss." He moved towards her with it, and out of reflex, she grabbed at it to push it away, and it was in her hand and he was above her, the big hose inches from her, and still she held on. "Oh, yes! He likes you, see?" and she felt it throb in her hand, almost jump! She stared and pushed the dark skin back, revealing the large head. She was overwhelmed with an urge, so unlike her, so erotic, and she closed her eyes, and he pressed forward, moving it to her mouth, and she opened. My God, what am I doing? Her tongue tasted the salt water, and her lips spread wider for him, and he was standing above her now, holding her head, sliding it into and out of her mouth. Not the whole thing, naturally, but enough to excite him more, so he grew harder if not larger. He kept talking, going into island chatter, not making sense, if Marla could have understood anyway. And then he released her and stepped back, working the tip of his cock, and she heard him saying, Doggie style, lady, that's how you feel it most, doggie!" He knelt again and tugged at her bottoms, and she fought to hold them but he was too strong and fast, getting them down, before she could argue. "Roll over! Now, Bitch! Show me that big white pussy!" He shoved her, and she was frightened now, his demeanor changed. She rolled in the sand and he was behind her, holding her hair like the mane of a horse. "You want this big cock , don't you Bitch. I saw when you saw him, you wanted it!" He held his cock in the other hand and lined it up at her wet hole and wasted no more time, ramming it into her! Oh, the pain! Ripping her apart! Spreading her, like a virgin again. He was in her now, filling her with his rod, as deep as anything has ever been in her! This massive cock filling her to the limit, and now he was moving it! She whimpered then cried out in pain and passion. Despite the pain, she felt sexually aware of every muscle down there, and in minutes, no seconds, it wasn't hurting so bad. He kept babbling as he plied her wetness, grunting as his own fluids surged, and he kept fucking her even after he shot, slamming her into the sand, his cock emptying into her. And then he was out, and standing, pulling up his shorts smiling again, saying, "Pretty lady, you are a good fuck! I like you. I come by every day. You be here tomorrow, I fuck you harder, okay? You got big juicy white pussy. I eat you tomorrow, okay?" and off he went, down the beach, towards the resort. She laid there, curled up, covered with sand, his cum oozing out of her, and she sobbed and gasped for air. After a while, she straightened up, looked around and he was gone. She dragged herself into the ocean, letting the water cleanse her for the second time, making sure to douche and pee as much as possible, to rid herself of Vincent. She could still feel him as she put her suit back on, with the wrap and headed back the way she came. No sense reporting this. If they found him, he would claim she asked him. She certainly wouldn't be here for him tomorrow. She was sticking to the resort for the rest of the week. She would never tell anyone. Who would believe her, anyway?