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My First Cop

By: nickshy



This happened in the early '90s. One Saturday night, I went to a bar near a police precinct in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn. The bar is closed now. It was called Kelly's. I had just turned 18 and had to use fake ID to drink. I was a typical Brooklyn kid but still wet behind the ears. Guys had started to come on to me, but I was still struggling with my sexuality and I passed up a lot of opportunities—-which is something that I regret now! I had done some experimenting with other boys, but for me, sex was still a mystery waiting to be explored.

An older married friend had introduced me to Kelly's a few weeks before. I later found out my friend was bi, but I didn't know it at the time. Anyway, Kelly's wasn't a gay bar. It was a laid-back place with sports on TV , some video games and a pretty good jukebox. What made it interesting was that I could count on some members of the local precinct showing up to drink with their buddies. While my friend and I usually sat at the bar up front, the cops always took tables in the rear. Some were in uniform and some in civvies, and they always seemed to stick to themselves.

On that Saturday night I went to Kelly's alone. From my perch at the bar I would glance at the cops from time to time, because I had begun to feel that there was something about cops that intrigued me. Even if it didn't make a lot of sense, their presence seemed to add a mysterious charge to the air. I knew it had to do with manliness, but I was also fascinated by men who had learned how to strike a balance between helping people and having to use rough tactics. I never spoke to those cops. I just liked to watch them and imagine what it might be like to be one of them.

By 10 p.m. that Saturday, I was on my third beer. All that liquid had begun to get to me, so I headed for the men's room. Kelly's was not fancy, and there were only two small urinals with no partition between them. I was standing at one urinal when a tall, handsome man came in and stood at the other one. He wore aviator glasses and his brown hair was cut short. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt over a broad chest and muscular arms, and since I had seen him sitting with the cops, I figured he must be one too. While I stood there pissing, I couldn't help glancing as the guy pulled out his cock. It was enormous—at least 9 inches long and thick. The piss shot out of it, and I had to keep from staring. Then—and this was the weird part—I thought the guy's eyes were straying toward my own penis. But that seemed impossible. I finished pissing. As I shook the last drops from my cock, he gave me a little grin and met my eyes. 

What was happening? Inside, I was dissolving, but I managed to say, "This is a pretty cool place, huh?" 

The guy said, "It's okay. Depends on what you're into." As he walked off, I felt him graze my ass with his hand. 

Did he really? He couldn't have. Or if he did, it must have been an accident. Feeling a little shaky, I went back to the bar, and he rejoined his friends at a table. Whatever had happened was over. I decided I had imagined the whole thing. 

Yes, I must have imagined it.

But five minutes later the tall guy walked up to where I sat and swung onto a stool next to mine. Startled, I gave him a cautious smile. 

He said, "How's it going?" and ordered a beer and said, "Those assholes back there tell the same fucking jokes every night. I'd rather talk to a normal person for a change. He grinned and said, "You are a normal person, aren't you?" 

I laughed and said, "More or less."

He laughed too and started slugging beer from his bottle. A news show came on TV, and it contained a report of a hit-and-run accident in Williamsburg. I said, "Why do people do things like that?" 

He said, "Hit and run? Shit! Because they're scared little pussies that won't take responsibility for their own actions. They're afraid to be a man. By the way, my name's Rick." 

I felt a warm flush come over me and told him my name. We shook hands, and I said, "I was wondering if you're a cop."

He said, "Does it show?" 

I laughed. "A little." 

He went on to tell me about a woman he had arrested a week earlier for assaulting a neighbor. He said, "She said she'd blow me every week if I forgot about the thing, and she pulled out her boobs. They weren't all that great so I cuffed her." We both laughed again, and after a while our conversation moved on to other things. I explained that I was working part-time in a fast-food joint and was hoping to get into film school, but I knew it wouldn't be an easy road. 

"Yeah," Rick said. "A lot of things in life aren't easy. But when there's something you really want, you have to go for it." 

I said, "I intend to." 

"You'll do okay if you've got the skills. Of course there are some skills so special not everybody can appreciate them. Know what I mean?"

"I—I guess so," I said.

"I mean some skills are totally personal, just between you and somebody else. Strictly private stuff. You'll understand that better when you get older."

"I think I understand now," I said, feeling my heart beat faster. 

"How old are you anyway?" he asked. I didn't want to tell him I was drinking illegally, so I said I was 21. He said, "No shit? You look about fifteen." He grinned. "No offense, okay? Hell, I've only got a few years on you. Care for another one?"

I let him buy me a beer, and we kept on talking. Around 11 p.m. he finished his own beer, looked around the bar and noticed that his buddies had left. He stretched and said, "Fuck, looks like they all went home. It's about time I got out of here too." 

I was about to say, "It was nice meeting you," when he put his hand on my arm and said, "Feel like a nightcap?" At the same time I felt his knee pressing against mine.

Damn. Could this really be happening? Excited but with a shiver of fear, I agreed to go with him. We left Kelly's and he hailed a taxi and we took it to his building about a half mile away. He lived in a third-floor apartment. It was small and neat, with a kitchenette on one side and a double bed on the other. As I looked around, I was puzzled. On the kitchenette wall was a calendar with photos of nude women. And on a coffee table was a copy of Penthouse and several porn magazines, on one of which was a picture of a girl sucking a guy's cock. All the porn looked hetero. Rick wouldn't have stuff like this if he wasn't into women, would he? 

So what did it mean? Maybe I had been wrong to come here. My fantasies had kept me talking to this hot-looking guy, and now I had to deal with a touchy situation. After all, he was a cop. If I came on to him, he could give me a very bad time. It was even possible he had been trying to get me into a position where he could arrest me. But why? 

Nervously, I watched him pour rye for the two of us, and for a while we sat sipping our drinks. Trying to keep things light, I pointed to the coffee table and said, "That's some hot stuff you've got there." 

He grinned. "Jerk-off material. A guy's gotta have something to get off with. When you can't get pussy you find another way to get your rocks off. Right?" 

"Yeah, sure." I was beginning to think Rick was straight after all. Maybe he just liked to talk about sex. And I was enough of a dummy to think something else was happening. The best thing for me to do was finish my drink and leave. But as I was trying to figure how to go about it I saw Rick kick off his shoes and peel off his shirt. His pecs were large and firm, and his stomach looked so hard, I figured he must work out at a gym. As my eyes moved downward I stared at his crotch. Rick smiled, running his hand over the huge bulge in his pants. He said, "Like what you see?"

"Uh, yes...I mean ..." 

He laughed. "You're confused, right?"

"Kind of...I mean..."

"Relax, kid."

"I'm relaxed."

"I don't think you are. You look tense as shit. Know what you should do? You should get comfortable too. Let's see what you've got under that shirt." 

I still felt jittery. Here I was in the apartment of a great-looking cop. He had given me conflicting signals, and now he was sitting there with his eyes on me, and I had to decide if I was going to go through with whatever came next. My mouth felt dry. I stood up. As I unbuttoned my shirt, feeling a little embarrassed about my body—I was too thin—I could see Rick checking out every move I made. At the same time he pulled off his own pants. He was wearing a gun in an ankle holster, and he took that off and put it in a drawer. Then he slipped out of his briefs. He had a full erection. Smiling, he walked over to me and reached around with both hands and grabbed my ass. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Rick said, "I think you finally got the message, kid. A lot of us go both ways." He threw his arms around me and began pressing against me. Keeping his pelvis locked against mine he walked me backward to the bed and pushed me down. I still had my shorts on, but Rick ripped them off. His tool was a granite shaft. I was a goner. All I wanted to do was please this magnificent man. 

I fell back and spread my legs. Rick lowered his body onto mine, rubbed his hands over my shoulders and chest, then reached under me and squeezed my ass-cheeks so hard they hurt. He grabbed my legs and spread them wider. I watched him spit on his hand, slide it along his cock and then start to push his thick pole into my crack. I felt him sticking his finger into my asshole, lubricating me. I wanted this man like I'd never wanted anything before. In a few seconds Rick swung my legs up over his shoulders and began to shove his cock into my hole. I felt my sphincter relaxing to take him in. He said, "I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you in that men's room. I don't know why—I never know why— but I knew I had to have you." His penis moved in inch by inch until it finally managed to slide all the way into me. Then he began sliding his rock-hard cock in and out of my expanded ass, giving me the most intense pleasure I had ever known. I felt a surge of joy as the guy began to speed his thrusts, increasing the tempo till he was ramming his tool in and out of my ass like a pile-driver, moving faster and faster, saying things like "Aw, fuck!" and "I'm gonna fuck you all night, kid!" 

He nearly did fuck me all night. It took him nearly 15 minutes to shoot his load into me the first time. After catching his breath, he said, "I'll be back," and got up. When he came back he was holding two pairs of handcuffs. As if in a dream I stuck out my hands. He hooked one pair to my right hand and the other to my left. Stretching my hands above my head, he cuffed each hand to the bedpost. Then he reached into a drawer and pulled out something black. 

I said, "What's that?"

"Never mind." 

The thing was made of heavy fabric—a gag. He stuffed it into my mouth and tied it around my head. Then he brought out two shiny things. I didn't know what they were till he attached them to my nipples—they were tit clamps. Finally, with my hands hooked above me and my nipples burning, he pulled my legs up over my head, stuck his finger deep into my ass, then pulled it out and shoved his cock into me again. It was unbelievable! I felt like my whole body was going to cum! I had been taken over by this man now. He possessed me. He could fuck my brains out and I wouldn't complain. I jerked around and made muffled sounds as he pumped in and out. I don't know how long he went at it this time, but when he finally came he gave a wild cry, and I could see his face contorted in ecstasy. I came too, and all I could do was groan through the gag. After that, he set me loose and dozed for a while, but in the middle of the night he woke up and fucked me again, shooting another huge load of cream into my gut. Finally he turned and closed his eyes. 

Now this muscular stud owned me. Nothing else mattered. For a long time I lay there looking at a perfect man. When I thought he was sound asleep, I shifted closer and ran my fingers over his neck and shoulders, moved down and began licking each of his nipples in a circular motion, then let my tongue follow the soft chest hair down his stomach to the forest of his crotch. His penis was limp, his balls loose. Gently licking and sucking, I made his cock grow gradually larger, and I kept sucking till his ball sack began to tighten and his cock became semi-hard again. I could taste pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I rolled the salty-sweet juice around on my tongue, savoring it. I thought if I kept doing this I might get him to ejaculate in his sleep. It took me nearly ten minutes, but gradually the sleeping giant's cock grew harder, the juice kept oozing from the slit, and I realized that his pelvis was beginning to shift, then moving more powerfully, then faster and faster, and as Rick's hips began to pump up and down against my jaw, my mouth was suddenly filled with another huge load of white-hot cum. 

Rick's eyes were still closed, but his mouth was open and he groaned. I swallowed the last precious drops and gazed at him till I fell asleep.

Hours went by before I woke up. Sunshine filtered beneath a window blind, and I felt something pressing against my ass. It was Rick's erect cock. He said, "You awake, kid?" then pulled me around and ran his finger over my lips and said, "You know how I like to start the day, don't you?" I thought he wanted to fuck me again, but I was wrong. He reached into a drawer and brought out a little leather thing with straps and tied it tightly around my cock and balls. From the same drawer he brought out a long black dildo. He rubbed lube on it and flipped me over, then slowly pushed the dildo into my asshole. I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as the huge thing moved gradually deeper and deeper until it filled my rectum. He got the handcuffs again and fastened my hands behind my back. Then, with his hands guiding my head, Rick pushed me down between his thighs. A helpless prisoner, I began licking his balls. He moaned. Gradually, I worked my tongue around each testicle and moved toward the base of his stiff cock, hearing sounds escaping from his throat. I felt my own cock straining against the leather straps, and the dildo seemed to make my guts throb each time I heard him groan. Since I couldn't use my hands I had to do everything with my mouth. I teased him, flicking my tongue against his penis and went back to the scrotal area. But each time I returned to his shaft, I worked my tongue a little farther up. "Take it all, kid!" he said. "Swallow that cock!" I made him wait a while longer before I finally opened my mouth and took the swollen head completely in, letting my tongue roll around that treasure again and again. Rick was pushing on my head and squirming, gasping and saying, "Yeah, yeah, do it like that!" I opened my mouth wider, letting the mushroom head push farther and farther in. It was a stretch—I was not used to swallowing monster cocks—but I would do anything for this hero, and soon the entire throbbing shaft was down my throat. I moved my head up and down faster, feeling sweat running down my forehead. I knew he had begun holding back to keep the pleasure building. Then, with my head bobbing as fast as it could, I heard him cry out wildly as he began thrashing on the bed. With a whoop that must have shocked the neighbors, he shot an enormous hot load down my throat. It was a fountain of thick semen, filling my entire mouth and shooting spurt after enormous spurt, and I gulped every drop hungrily, savoring the salty-sweet man-juice that was more than cum. It was nectar from a god.

He shifted around and probed my mouth deeply with his tongue. Then he freed me from the handcuffs and other things and fell back against the pillows with a sigh. I propped myself up and looked at the sculpted lines of his face. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in that bed. I never wanted to be with anybody else. 

Suddenly he opened his eyes and said, "Holy shit, it's later than I thought! I've got to be someplace." 

I felt a sharp pang, knowing it was almost over. 

Giving me a crooked grin, he said, "You didn't mind the cuffs and shit, did you?"

I swallowed. "I loved everything."

"Cool. Let's go get cleaned up." We showered together, lathering each other's bodies and each getting another hard-on. With his soapy hands, he stroked my cock and balls until I shot again. I started to do the same for him and it wasn't a minute before I felt his semen spurting against my stomach. He pressed his tongue into my mouth while the hot water played down on us. 

Then we got dressed. As I watched him pull a T-shirt over his chest I wanted to say something like, "You are the most gorgeous man I've ever seen." But I didn't say that. I fumbled for a pen and wrote my phone number on a slip of paper. I handed it to him saying, "I'm living at home, so if somebody else answers just say you're a friend from the Steak 'n Brew. Okay?"

He stuck the paper in his pocket and pinched my nipples through my shirt and said, "Sure. Thanks." 

But Rick never called. I saw him once more in Kelly's with the other cops, but he just gave me a wave. Not long afterward, I learned that he had been transferred to a precinct in Queens, and I knew it wouldn't be smart to try to get in touch with him. It was a few years later that I saw him on TV receiving an award from the police commissioner. They said he had saved another cop's life by shooting a dope dealer. 

So that was that. As time went by I wondered if Rick ever thought of me. But maybe it didn't matter, and as I got older I realized that things had turned out for the best. What future could a guy like me have had with a guy like Rick? 

Getting hooked up with a police officer is not the greatest idea in the world anyway. 

On the other hand, every time I happen to see a tall, handsome cop walking down the street—especially if he meets my eyes—I get this feeling in my balls, and my cock starts to strain against my shorts.

My First Cougar: Never Forget Her



I had just graduated from high school and was spending the summer before college driving down the west coast from Portland to San Diego. I picked up odd jobs along the way for gas and food and finally found myself in the sleepy little town of Cambria.

I landed a gig at a Bed and Breakfast at the beach and basically did anything that needed to be done, from minor repairs to delivering room service to the guests. The owners were in their late 40s. Rich was a corporate mucky muck in San Francisco while Teresa ran the B&B. 

A New York City native, Teresa was a tough cookie and ran a tight ship. The B&B had been her grandparents and she was fiercely determined to maintain the standards set up generations ago. Rich saw the B&B as the investment it was yet didn't have the passion for the property.

You could tell she was lonely, often hanging around the office long after her desk was clear. It was on those occasions that we would end up chatting about this and that. "Rich is a good guy," she would ultimately confide in me, "He just spends long hours at work and is too tired to drive down for the weekends."

She didn't notice or didn't care how young I was. And while I took charge in my constant fantasies about her, I had never been with a married woman. I'd never been with an older woman. Truth be told, I had never been with any woman, but that's not something you go around telling women, especially one who seems to be flirting at every opportunity.

One night as I was cleaning up the shop, enjoying beer number two, she came out front and sighed, "I wish I would have met you when I was younger." I don't remember exactly what I said next since my sudden stiffness sucked any breath right out of me.

I gulped hard and licked my suddenly dry lips. She lifted her beer bottle, clicking against mine, "We would have had a lot of fun together if we had met at 18." 

Now I do distinctly remember this moment because as she smiled at me, her beer bottle raised, she tongued the rim, never once breaking eye contact. I could barely breathe. Having fantasized about this every night in my mind, I had two thoughts, "Is this really happening?" and "God don't let me blow this."

I knew where this was leading and I kept telling myself "Remember, you want this woman!" I broke away from her gaze and dropped my eyes to the pale skin of her breasts just visible above the curved neckline of her top. I just stared, wondering how she felt and tasted. I felt my ears get hot and red.

While her smile was more than memorable, her deep green eyes were mesmerizing, practically begging me to fuck her. She reached across, brushing the hair from my forehead, tracing her fingers down the side of my face and along my jaw. I reached up, took her hand and brought her palm up to my lips. Her taste made my insides flash hot. 

Never looking away, she stood up, grabbed my hand and walked toward the office door. This was my opportunity to finally experience the woman I had been dreaming about all summer. I pulled her close, kissing the tip of her nose, then leaned forward and kissed right below her ear. I felt her body press into mine, a feeling I wouldn't soon forget. 

Her body felt good against. Lost in the feeling, I suddenly felt her hand along my lower back, then sliding lower before she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. It made me wonder if she hadn't thought of this before, as she no doubt knew what she was doing. She tilted her head back, an invitation I couldn't turn down. I kissed her neck slowly from chin on down to the top of her chest. She whimpered and I felt her body melt into me. Inexplicably, thoughts of her husband crept into my mind, resulting in my pulling back. 

As if reading my mind, she reassured me that no one would find out, that this was something we both wanted. She knew we had both shared thoughts neither of us wanted public, and this would accompany them. She ran her hands through the hair right above my ears and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips were open and her tongue met mine with a ripple of pleasure. 

She slipped off her shirt, no bra to be seen, revealing beautifully shaped breasts. I must have looked as goofy as I felt, staring and gawking at her body, not to mention rubbing the obvious hardness through my shorts. We kissed again, her hand brushing against my solid cock as we did. She whispered that it had been some time since her husband had been so hard. Reaching under the band of my shorts, she ran her cool fingers up and down my shaft barely skimming the taut skin. Feeling me throb, she whispered, "Let me take care of you."

She stood and stepped out of her skirt. She had a great body, neatly trimmed in all the right places. She reached for me, yet kept just enough distance. She insisted she just wanted to rub my abs, it was all I could do just to hold off spilling my seed. I could smell her love juices as she stood in front of me and held my head to her breasts. "I'm gonna cum, baby." I croaked out with a throat dry as the desert.

She knelt in front of me, tracing her tongue down the center of my chest as she did while her other hand cradled my balls confidently. I let out a world class moan and she leaned back, giving me an amazing view of her gorgeous breasts, sparkling with beads of sweat.

I watched and shivered as her fingers, nails bright red and shiny, stroked me, hypnotizing me. Up and down, twisting, tapping, wagging. She worked my cock until I could no longer resist, surrendering into her hands. I moaned yet again as my I unloaded at last. Teresa spread her arms, arching her back, catching my load on her breasts. It was a sight I will never forget. 

My mind was lost in the moment, though I continued thrusting into her hands. Nearing the end of my orgasm, I felt her mouth slide onto me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as she milked me ... every drop being licked or sucked from my once-raging hard on. 

I finally opened my eyes as she crawled up to sit on my lap facing me. We held on to one other, my cock pressed into her lower belly "What about you, baby?" I inquired, running my hands up and down the damp skin on her back. I wanted more and she knew it. 

"Next time," she smiled back.

This event, and many others, continued over the remainder of the summer. We enjoyed beers after the day's work and I listened to everything from things needing fixed at the B&B to the beach town's no-good mayor ruining the place for the locals. After which, we would fuck each other silly. We laughed and played like we were kids. She not only taught me the finer aspects of fucking, she also taught me how to go down on a woman - an education which continues to pay dividends long after our summer together. 

I didn't think much about it then, but looking back I understand the attention she sought. Not only for someone to listen, but for the physical side of life surely missing with Rich. I was as supportive as any wet-behind-the-ears young cub could be, but aside from the sex, there was little we truly had in common. By the time summer was over we were both ready to move on. I never saw Teresa again, but I still stiffen up a bit when I find myself thinking back to those shared summer moments. I'll never forget her.



My First Couple



Please enjoy my latest story. The characters in the story exist and we have done the story in consultation with each other. I did enjoy an experience exactly like this!

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I had been away from home for 2 weeks; I was in another damn hotel! I was starting to get really bored of spending my evenings alone with my laptop. I had visited every erotic site known to man but after 2 weeks I needed the real thing!

I got to the office, where I was working, at about 07:30am. I logged onto the net and checked my various e-mails. I decided to log onto my favorite personals site. When it got to Women seeking men, it was full of the normal idiots who had posted their ads in the wrong places or others that just didn’t sound like what I was looking for. For the first time I went over to the Couples seeking singles page. Not a page I went to often. Most of the time they were looking for Bi woman, not 38 year old, horny men!

The first posting at the top of the page had the heading “Seeking Bi-curious Man”. I opened the advert and started to read. It was incredible, it was almost as if the ad was written for me! It was written by a woman called Lesley, she said that she and her lover Dan; were looking for another man to join them. He was bi-curious but had never even touched another man; she wanted to enjoy 2 men at the same time. I immediately fired off an e-mail to the address provided and sat waiting for a reply. I had set aside that day to catch up on my paperwork, good thing I did, I would not have been able to get much done done in my present state of arousal. I sat and sipped my coffee, my eyes glued to my computer screen, waiting for the envelope that would herald new mail. I was almost beside myself. I hoped for all I was worth that she was still logged on and would see my mail.

I saw the mail logo appear on my screen and almost dived for the mouse to open my mailbox and see if Lesley had responded to my mail. It was her! I opened her mail, my fingers shaking. 

Hi Lucien,

That was a quick response! We discussed trying to fulfill this fantasy last night and agreed that I would post my message as I got to work today, before either of us could change our minds. We are both very apprehensive but I have spoken to Dan and he has agreed that we should meet and have a drink later today and see if we want to continue.

How does 11am at the Hilton Hotel sound to you?

Lesley

PS: Please remember to bring your Digital Camera, Who knows we may want some pics to remember this occasion J

Anytime they proposed would sound fine to me! What made it even better was that I was staying at the Hilton hotel and if we were able to get something together we would not have the problem of a discreet venue. I sent a reply message to say that I would see them at 11am. I told Lesley that I was wearing a Light Blue Lounge Shirt and Cream Chinos. 

In a matter of seconds I received a reply back confirming that they would be there at 11. Now came the tough job of keeping myself occupied until my 11 o’clock appointment finally arrived. Lesley had asked me to make sure I brought the digital camera along to document the occasion. I made sure that I had sufficient blank disks and the battery was fully charged. Walking around the office was particularly difficult; my mind had obviously told my cock what to expect and it had taken full control. The bulge in my pants was a dead giveaway.

At about 10:30 I picked up my keys and made my way down to the hotel. I walked through the hotel to the cocktail bar at the back of the hotel. I could see why they had chosen this hotel. It was fairly dark, with private booths where discussions between the patrons would remain very private. I found a booth in the corner and sat down. I ordered a Gin and Tonic and sat back, willing the minutes to tick away. I sat sipping my drink and watching the door. 

A beautiful Brunette walked in, a tall slim man walking behind her. I had my fingers so tightly crossed, “please let this be them.” I said to myself. She looked so sexy. She had a stunning body, 34B breasts and neat Brown hair hanging to her shoulders. Her face looked as smooth as silk, I hoped that this was her natural skin and not make-up! She was wearing a pair of skin tight Levi’s and a tight white top. I could see the shape of her nipples pressing against the fabric. They turned towards me and surveyed the bar. Their eyes took a few minutes to become accustomed to the poor light. She saw me and I could see her smile. She had a beautiful smile, her entire face lit up. He looked pleasant with a medium build with “Salt & Pepper” hair and a neat mustache. She took his the hand and crossed the room to my booth.

“Lucien” she said quietly.

“You must be Lesley and Dan?” I answered.

They both nodded and joined me in the booth. Lesley sat next to me and Dan sat on the other side, next to her. She slid up close to me and reached across and gave me a peck on the cheek. I could smell her perfume. There is nothing quite like the smell of a woman. 

Conversation was surprisingly easy; it was almost as though we had known each other for ages. We chatted away while we continued with our drinks. Dan was the first to finally broach the topic of our intended liaison. “Have you ever been with a couple before?” He asked.

“No” I answered. “I did have an experience when I was younger where a friend and I had spent the night taking it in turns to service an insatiable older woman. I wouldn’t really count that.” He nodded thoughtfully. 

“I know that Lesley said I was bi-curious and was hoping that we could get something together,” he said, “but I’m not sure if I can go through with that.”

“I’m in the same boat,” I said, “I had messed around with some friends when I was much younger and I remember it being fun, I’m not sure if I could do it again though. It’s been a long time.”

“Why don’t we just wait and see how it goes. No pressure.” Said Lesley.

I was hoping that Dan wouldn’t get cold feet and pull out. I felt Lesley’s hand reach under the table and rest on my upper thigh. Squeezing gently. Her hand slid slowly up until she reached my hard cock, her hands cupping my balls and then sliding up the front of my trousers. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were as soft as satin. Her tongue slid into my mouth I responded by slipping my tongue into her mouth. I looked over to see how Dan was reacting to this passionate kiss and saw that he had his hand in her lap and was rubbing her pussy firmly through her jeans. I was very glad to see that he had not suffered a change of heart!

“Why don’t we go up to my room?” I asked.

“You are staying here?” Dan asked, surprised.

“Yes,” I answered.

Lesley stood up and took us both by the hands. “Why waste time here when there’s a room waiting for us?” she said lightly, excitement in her voice.

We walked over to the lifts and stepped in. We were alone in the lift. I had my back to the sidewall, Lesley pressed herself up against me and pushed her ass against my hard cock. Dan stood in front of her and kissed her deeply. My hands had wondered around her waist and rubbed her pussy through her jeans. As Dan embraced her I could feel his hard cock press against the back of my hands. He certainly wasn’t short anything in the size department!

It wasn’t long before the lift announced its arrival at my floor and the doors hissed open. We stepped out of the lift and made our way down the passage to my room. I stepped forward and opened the door and then stepped back to allow them into my room. Lesley walked over to the windows and admired the view across the bay. She dropped her handbag on the chair and walked over to the mini-bar. She poured us each a glass of wine and walked across the room to the bathroom, her bag slung over her arm, her wine glass in her hand. She closed the door behind her leaving Dan and I to sit and sip our wine and enjoy the view of the city.

As short while later I heard the bathroom door open behind me and turned around. A beautiful sight awaited me. Lesley had removed her jeans and blouse and was standing in front of us wearing just a pair of Cream, Lace Panties and a matching Bra. She stood with her hand on her hip, the wine glass to her lips and her legs apart. From where I was sitting I could see her arousal evident by the damp spot between her legs. I had no intention of wasting any time and quickly stood up from my chair. Dan had similar thoughts and we both stood enjoying the sexy sight before us.

“Come on guys, why should I be the only one to lose my clothes?” she chirped.

I immediately started to unbutton my shirt. My Pants followed and it took a bit of stretching to pull my underpants over my erect cock. I walked over to where she was standing next to the bed. I looked back to see that Dan was pulling his underpants down his legs but his eyes were fixed firmly on my cock. I wasn’t sure whether this was insecurity in case my cock was larger than his or whether his bi-side was starting to show as he became more turned on. I looked down at his cock and noticed that although I was marginally thicker his cock was about an inch longer. I walked up to Lesley and took her in my arms, my cock pressed against her flat stomach; the warmth of her skin against my cock seemed to make it even harder. I could feel her press her pussy against my shaft. We kissed deeply, my hands pulling her towards me. Her lips were soft and succulent. I lifted her petite body up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down and knelt between her legs. I wanted to get to her panties, my biggest love in life! 

Dan walked around the bed and was standing above her, he pushed his circumcised cock down and it slipped between her lips and I could see she was starting to take his length into her mouth.

I rubbed her thighs higher and higher until my fingers reached the fabric of her panties. The wet spot appeared to have grown larger than before; I could smell the scent of her pussy filling the air. I lowered my nose to her pussy and started to nuzzle her panty-clad pussy. She responded by pushing her pussy against my face, my tongue rubbing up and down her slit. I was ready to get these panties off and get down to some serious pussy eating! I slipped her panties down her legs, her eyes watching me carefully. I flipped them inside out and brought the drenched gusset to my nose and breathed in deeply. I could see she was a little surprised by this but it didn’t stop her rhythmic sucking of Dan’s cock. His balls were beating gently against her cheek as he thrust in and out of her mouth. 

I lay down between her legs and slipped my hands under her legs until her pussy was in front of my face. It was the first chance I had of inspecting her closely. She was completely shaved; the skin around her pussy was like pure silk. Not a hair or any stubble in sight. Her pussy lips puffy and swollen, her juices oozing from her pussy, her arousal intense. I could see her hard clit peeping out from between her tight lips. I slipped my fingers up the cheeks of her ass and let my middle finger wiggle its way around the bottom of her slit. She was so wet her pussy almost pulled my finger in. Despite being so wet her pussy was still quite tight, the joys of young women! I took her clit gently between my lips, sucking gently while my finger slipped deep into her velvet sheath. I turned my hand until the palm was facing up and my finger was rubbing the upper walls of her pussy, probing for her most sensitive spot. She was obviously highly aroused and started to buck her hips against my face. I could hear Dan was starting to moan quietly and guessed that his orgasm was close.

Lesley was now starting to writhe around. Dan was having a job keeping his cock in her mouth as she wildly rode my face. I could her Dan starting to moan, his orgasm obviously close. My finger pushed deep into her pussy, my finger massaging the roof of her pussy, probing the G-Spot, my tongue sucking her clit firmly. Her thighs clamped my head as she fucked my face. Her muffled cries became loader and loader until I could feel her juices started to flow freely from her pussy. I lifted my head from her pussy and watched as she turned her head towards Dan’s cock and brought him to a loud orgasm. I could see her swallowing as much as she could until he pulled his cock from her mouth and squirted the last of his cum over her face. She lay back, breathing heavily. I surveyed the scene in front of me. Lesley lying with her pussy lips spread, her juices coated her red and swollen pussy lips. Dan was still standing above her face; his cum sliding slowly down her face. I could see the last bit of cum oozing from the tip of his cock and down onto her breasts. 

Dan and Lesley looked very satisfied but my cock was still eagerly waiting its turn. I looked up at Lesley’s nice small tits, Dan’s cum had left some shiny streaks, my curiosity got the better of me and I got up from between her legs and lay down next to her. My lips latched on to her nipple, the taste of Dan’s cum filling my mouth. I was not disappointed. Memories of my teenage experiences came flooding back. I was enjoying it so much I started to lick over her breasts, removing all the traces of his juices. I needed more of this! I knelt next to her and saw that she still had a blob of cum on her smooth cheek. I sucked it into my mouth. I could feel the smooth texture of his cum in my mouth; the slightly salt taste was very appealing.

I rolled Lesley over gently, she quickly understood what wanted and raised her ass into the air, her pussy hanging down like a ripe, succulent fruit. I stood behind her, my cock in my hand. I pulled my skin down over my head and guided the sensitive tip between her lips. I couldn’t wait to experience this tight pussy. As my cock touched the lips of her pussy I could feel the warmth from her. As I slowly guided my cock into her the warm sensation slowly moved down my cock until it was buried to the hilt in her juicy cunt. My eyes were closed tightly and I started to withdraw and re-enter, slowly, in and out. I savored the feeling of my cock sliding up and down. I felt warm soft sensation over my balls and opened my eyes to see that Dan had slipped under Lesley’s legs and was licking at my cock and balls as it entered her hot pussy. I stopped thrusting long enough for him to take my balls in his mouth. The warm feeling was like warm treacle. I started to trust again. I knew that it would not be long before I would squirt deep into Lesley’s hot sheath. By now Dan had found it impossible to keep up with my thrusts, I was holding Lesley firmly by the hips and was thrusting my length deep into her. I could feel the tightening in my balls and within seconds I could feel my cum starting to squirt into Lesley’s pussy for the first time, one of the best orgasms of my life! I pulled Lesley tight against me and could feel my cock throbbing away deep inside her, Dan’s mouth had returned to my balls and as they shrunk her sucked gently on them. 

I needed to sit down quickly; my body was totally spent. I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy. Dan took my now half limp cock in his hand and guided it to his mouth, sucking our combined juices from my head. I could see my juices oozing out of Lesley. I looked down and saw that Dan had let my cock slide from his mouth and he was lying with his mouth was open, catching my cum, mixed with her juices, as it oozed from her sexy lips. Lesley lowered her well-fucked pussy down to his mouth and I could see his tongue slip between her lips, where my cock had been minutes before. I lay back on the bed and watched Dan eat her pussy, while at the same time drinking my cum from deep inside her. 

As I watched the sight in front of me I could feel my cock starting to harden. This was the turning point for me. I was so aroused by the events of the day, and the enjoyable taste of cum made it much easier for me to take the next step. I saw that Dan’s cock was pointing skywards as his mouth busily nibbled away at her pussy. It wasn’t taking too much for my cock to start to returning to life.

I rolled over next to Dan and looked at his long cock sticking up into the air. It was now or never. I had thought about this, jerked off thinking about it and read numerous stories about doing it. This was my chance. I tentatively took his cock in my hands. It felt hot. I could see the head was purple and shiny with his juices. My hands slipped under his balls, cupping them and then gently kneading them. Judging from his raising of his hips to meet my touch it was very apparent that he had no objections to me fondling him. I took the plunge! I lowered my head to his cock. His cock was smooth as silk. I sucked it into my mouth gently. I could taste his pre cum oozing from his cock and into my mouth. As I started to rhythmically suck his cock I once again cupped his balls and fondled them. He started to trust deeper and deeper. My tongue rolled around his cock head until with a loud moan he started to shoot thick ropes of cum into my mouth. The first blowjob I have given in 20 years and it was just as good as the first! I swallowed every drop. I felt his cock soften in my mouth until it slipped slowly from my lips.

Lesley came across and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue probing my mouth and Drinking the remainder of Dan’s cum. She straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. For the second time that day I felt my cock slip into her hot cunt. She sat upright and rode me. Her body writhing around; her hips plunging her pussy up and down my cock. Dan lay between our legs and started to fondle my balls and shaft as it went in and out her pussy. I felt his fingers trace a line down over my balls until it reached my bud. I felt his finger start to push into my ass. This was something I had not had for a long time. My apprehension returned. I could feel his finger worming its way into me. The steady pounding from Lesley made it very hard for me to stop him even if I wanted him to. Once his finger was all the way in he started to caress me from the inside. Almost preparing me for what I knew was inevitable. My mind was in turmoil. 

Lesley slowly slipped off my hard cock and lay down next to us on the bed, her legs spread. Dan knew what she had in mind and removed his finger from me. I opened my eyes and saw that they were both watching me expectantly. I was a quick learner! I knelt between her legs and once again guided my cock into her pussy. She put her hands around my waist and pulled me hard against her. I could feel my pubic bone pressing firmly against her mons. I could feel Dan moving in behind me. He slipped his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I could feel the pressure building as he slowly started to ease his cock into me. I could feel my ass tightening around him. I forced my body to relax and allow him in. I could feel the juices from his cock between my ass cheeks. He started to push harder until his cock slipped into me, tight at first but then slipping easily in. As a thrust into Lesley’s cunt I could feel him slipping out and immediately pulled out to meet his forward thrust. The pressure was starting to build up within me but before I could shoot my hot cum into Lesley I could hear that Dan was nearing his peak. His hands took my hips and he started to thrust with wildly into me until with a cry we pulled me firmly back against his cock as it throbbed and squirted deep inside me. It was all I needed to get me over the edge and started to cum deep inside Lesley’s pussy. We disentangled our bodies and rolled over onto the bed, completely spent.

We lay on the bed. We had been so busy we had not noticed that the day was almost over and the shadows were starting to get longer. I looked over at Lesley. She was a beautiful sight. Her hair lying haphazardly on the white pillow, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her legs were still spread open and we were able to see the source of our afternoons’ amusement on display. If I was even vaguely capable I would have tried again but my body was completely spent. Dan was lying across from me, his cock lying limply against his leg. I guess he felt like I did.




My First Couple



I found myself once again reading the "Casual Encounters" section on Craigslist. You know how it goes, I'd been married for 25+ years and while the sex is okay, it is kind of the same most of the time. Some kissing, some touching and rubbing then I go down on her or we 69 until she cums then I climb on in missionary or do her from behind, fun but still kind of in a rut and all pretty vanilla. So I get a little titillation by reading the ads in Craigslist. I particularly like the MW4M ads as I think it would be really hot to play with a couple. I even responded to a few over the last year and while I got a response or two nothing came of it.

Then one day I see the perfect ad: Submissive Young couple seeks older man. The ad went on to say that they we a young couple who were ready to explore their submissive side and that they were interested in doing so with an older married man since they felt it would be easier to accept an older guy as the dominate and a married guy would be less likely to be clingy and would be just as interested in discretion as they were. The ad said they could host and would like to get together Friday evening, Perfect for me since my wife works Friday nights.

We exchange a couple of emails and pictures and I arrange to meet them at their house for a drink on Friday night and kind of see if the chemistry is there. Cindy is a knock out, she's 28, 5'7" about 125lbs with long dark hair and green eyes, probably about a 34B with a nice flat stomach and tight round ass. Tim is 30 and is 5'9" and about 160lbs with a runner's build, brown hair and clean shaven. I'm 5'11" and 185lbs with an athletic build since I workout everyday before work and I'm 52 with a full head of brown hair and clean-shaven too.

Well, we had a couple of drinks and seemed to be getting along pretty so after about an hour I decided to test the waters and see if they were ready, I told them both to get undressed. They kind of nervously looked at each other and I just told them not to look at each other but to do as they were told. They both started slowly getting undressed and wow, Cindy looked even better naked and while I've never been into guys I had decided that I would experiment a little there and Tim was a decent looking guy with a nice cut cock about the same size as my 6" cut and trimmed cock.

This was their first time trying anything like this just like it was my first time and neither Tim nor I had ever done anything with a guy before but I figured I would jump in and test the waters on their submissiveness so I got undressed and sat back on the couch and told them to both lick and suck my cock and balls. Once again they looked at each other but I simply said now, in a stern voice and they got down in front of me and tentatively started licking my cock as I reached down and played with Cindy's nice tits.

I couldn't wait to taste Cindy's neatly trimmed little pussy so I had her sit on the couch with her butt at the front edge and told Tim to feed her his cock while I savored her pussy. I loved her sweet musky taste and how wet she was as she moaned her approval as I licked her and flicked my tongue over her clit and I could hear her giving Tim a nice sloppy blow job and could glance up and see her mouth riding up and down Tim's cock and her slobber all over it.

My cock was hard and aching to enter her so I had Tim lay on the floor and Cindy get on all fours and suck him while I positioned myself behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her slit then pressed into her in one quick motioned and just enjoyed the feel of her wet slippery pussy on my cock. Then I started sliding in and out of her and enjoying each thrust. I decided to mix it up and had them get into a 69 position with her on top then slid back into her pussy from behind while Tim was licking her clit. This was driving her crazy and she was moaning and just kept say "oh yes, oh yes, fuck me". She exploded into a massive orgasm and as her pussy gripped my cock it pushed me over the edge and I erupted into her pussy with one gush after another as I kept thrusting in and out of her.

I had Cindy sit up while still on Tim's mouth so he could eat the fresh cream pie out of her and told him to clean her up real good while I stood in front of her and had her lick and suck my cock clean of both our cum.

We decided to take it to the bedroom for round two and started out with Tim and I on either side of Cindy, each with a nipple in our mouths as I fingered her. Cindy then slid down and started sucking me while Tim got behind her and slid into her pussy. Her mouth felt awesome on my cock but I wanted to try one more thing I had never done, double penetration. So I laid on my back and Cindy got above me and slid that wonderful pussy down on my cock until she bottomed out the she had Tim stand in front of her while she got his cock nice an wet with her mouth then she leaned forward on me and had him take her anal cherry as he slowly slid into her little pink whole. She was tensing a little and taking quick shallow breaths but relaxed a little once he was all the way in and we just kind of stayed like that for a minute while she adjusted then he started thrusting in and out of her ass while she rocked on my cock. It was an incredible feeling being inside her and feeling his cock sliding in and out of her with my cock in her too. She was the first to cum followed closely by Tim then myself. As we untangled and laid on the bed I told time to lick my cock until it was nice and clean then to lick Cindy until she was nice and clean too. It was an awesome first time with a couple. I look forward to the next time.



My First Couple



Warning: Most of my stories contain bisexual and sometimes gay activities. They may also contain bdsm activities and fetishes. If you might find any of these subjects objectionable or offensive please move on. Thank you.

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This happened back when I was about 22-23 years old. I was divorced from a one year marriage and had recently broken up with my girlfriend. So I was playing the field and enjoying it.

I worked out regularly and I was in good shape. I had a good job and a nice vehicle so I was a hit with the local ladies. I lived in a small southern town and my life pretty well revolved around my job and going to the fitness center. It was at the fitness center where I first met Paul. I had noticed him before because his wife usually accompanied him. He was probably late forties, early fifties. I wasn't sure about her but guessed forties, though she didn't really look it. She was, in my estimation, HOT! She had blond hair, worn in the "big hair" style of the eighties and was about 5'4" tall and maybe a little over 100lbs. She had a nice round ass and her tits were large for her size, through some enhancement help I later learned.

Best of all she usually wore short lycra tights that showed off her plump cameltoe pussy and a sports bra that showed the outline of her nipples. I sometimes had a difficult time controlling myself around her and had to work hard to control my bulge!

I was at the water cooler when Paul approached and introduced himself. We made small talk and then went about our work outs. After this Paul always spoke to me when we met and he even asked me for advice on exercises as he said, "It's obviously working for you!", looking me over. I was flattered and I even began to help him and give him spots on certain lifts while he returned the favor. Though he didn't lift as heavy or as hard as me we got along well and worked out together pretty regular. He introduced me to his wife, Barb, and she was as nice and easy going as he was. He and I talked about the girls I dated, my job, etc. and we quickly became friends.

After several weeks of this he asked one Tuesday evening while we worked out if I had plans for Friday night. I replied that no, I hadn't made any plans yet. He asked if I would like to come over to their place for a couple of drinks and he would throw some steaks on the grill. That sounded like fun, I'd get to ogle Barb and have a steak dinner too! So I told him sure and we agreed on 6:00 p.m. Friday. He told me how to get to their place(this was before gps and smart phones)and I didn't really think too much more about it.

I arrived at their place a few minutes before 6:00. I was very impressed, even a little intimidated. Although it was in a small development on the lake their home sat in a small wooded area without any other homes close. Their house was large and very nice. They had a 4 car garage attached and a covered porch ran across the full length in front. The house was a mix of brick and stone and I had no idea what a home like this might cost. (I learned that 6 years later the home and property sold for $785,000.00, a huge amount in this area).

Paul met me at the door and ushered me inside. I had never seen a home as nice as this but Paul made me feel comfortable as he led me through a beautiful living room and dining area into what he called the lounge. It was a large room with a huge TV. This was a projection TV as flat screens were yet to come and it was the first I'd ever seen. There were couches and various chairs but what caught the eye was a large bar. It was huge with 8 barstools and a brass foot rail. Paul explained that he had found it in a small town in KY where the building was going to be demolished. It came complete with some carved initials!

There was a pool table and a card table with chairs. There was also a set of French doors leading outside to what looked like a large patio and then a pool. He asked what I was drinking and when I said bourbon he smiled ear to ear. Apparently he is a bourbon "aficionado", I never knew there was such a thing. A jim beam and coke and I'm happy. I was served a variety of bourbons over the next hour poured from shot glasses into a larger glass, this apparently let it "breathe" and brought out the full flavors. It all tasted like good bourbon to me and I had a real good buzz going on now. 

I was buzzing pretty good now and when Paul suggested we step outside I was ready for some fresh air. There was a beautiful stone patio with several tables and chairs made from teak. Outdoor kitchens are fairly common now but they had a built in gas grill and cooking station that was a first for me. Beyond was a large in-ground pool. I had never known anyone who had an in-ground pool. There was also a large hot tub off to the side. "Hey, here come the steaks", Paul announced. And I was blown away. Barb came out, carrying a tray with steaks, and wearing a short summer sundress. Her tan legs were luscious; as she came closer I could see her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She was her sunny, friendly self, giving me a big hug(and hard-on)after handing Paul the tray.

She was drinking wine and it was apparent that she had consumed several glasses before making her appearance. She was quite flirty, once running her hands over my chest as she said that she appreciated my helping Paul with his workouts, though she knew he couldn't get my build. Now, my butt was one of my prime assets. You don't think of a man's butt as being attractive to women. Wrong!! I had constant compliments on my butt from women. I had girls honk at me and yell "nice ass"! Really!!It took a lot of squats and deadlifts. Anyway, as Paul grilled steaks and potatoes, she couldn't keep her hands off my butt. She kept rubbing and squeezing and I was very embarrassed and hoped that Paul wouldn't get mad. I was so embarrassed that it wasn't exciting for me. Finally it was time to eat and everything was fantastic!

After dinner and fresh drinks Paul put on some slow music. It was just getting dark and the evening was great, I had a full tummy and a buzz from good bourbon and my friends were making me feel comfortable. Paul suggested that I dance with Barb. Paul was smoking a cigar and sitting back watching as I took Barb in my arms and we began a nice slow dance to the music pouring from the built in speakers. I felt her hands on my ass, squeezing and massaging. With her body against me I was hard, I knew she could feel it as she began rubbing and grinding against my hardness. I glanced at Paul and he was smiling, smoking his cigar and sipping knob creek. Paul finally gave me a break when he said, "Hey, let's get in the hot tub!". Barb was ready and ran off for her swimsuit. Paul led me inside and lent me a "speedo" style suit while he donned the same. I felt like I was in underwear but Paul told me I looked hot and sexy. Any other time I would have thought this strange but I was drunk and caught up in the fun. Paul and I went out and slipped into the Jacuzzi. It was just right, relaxing but not too hot. Then Barb came out. OMG!!

Barb was wearing the smallest bikini that I'd ever seen. It barely covered her nipples and the small V at her crotch let a few stray curly hairs show out the top. This was before the thong craze but I could see that this was a thong. She brought a tray with drinks for all including large ice filled glasses with bourbon and coke for us guys and a large wine glass for her. She announced, "Special drinks for all!" as she served us and then slid into the bubbly water.

I had positioned myself a little distance from Paul when I got in. Barb slid in between us and asked that we both move closer to her. I wasted no time in doing so. She lifted her glass and said "drink up to us and having fun". I swallowed the good bourbon and leaned back enjoying the Jacuzzi and the great company. I felt Barb move against me and I also felt a strange sensation. I began to feel a little light-headed. I also began to become very aroused, I was hard as hell. I felt a little high, like high on dope. I was still in control but I was very aroused and felt high. 

Before I could say anything Paul asked how I felt. I told him high and he reassured me telling me that he and Barb enjoyed "swinging", inviting others into their bedroom. He said that the drinks were special, nothing serious, just enjoy the feelings. Well "the feelings" were that I was hard and horny as hell and in a hot tub with a hot lady and her husband! Then I felt her hand on my hard on and I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Oh my honey. He has a nice one", I heard her say as she began stroking me. I was super turned on, embarrassed and fearful of his reaction all at once. He put my fears to rest when he said, "have fun Honey, anything you want", and then to me, "just relax and enjoy man, have fun!"

I was still feeling very strange, VERY aroused and sexual as well as kind of high and different. I began to relax and enjoy it and Barb had my hard on out of my trunks and was stroking it nicely! She pulled her top off and I immediately began sucking on those great tits. I was a little surprised when I bumped heads with Paul taking a tit into his mouth also. We devoured her tits and kissed her neck and ears as well. Barb said, "Here Baby, sit up here on the edge."

I moved up to the edge and she pulled the speedo down below my balls. My cock was standing straight up and she wasted no time taking my length into her hot mouth. I moaned loudly and I heard Paul whisper, "Oh fuck yeah Baby! Suck that young stud cock!." And suck she did. I always had a lot of staying power, sometimes going so long that the girl would get sore. But Barb wasn't the average girl.. After about 10 minutes of sucking me and licking my balls she had me edging closer. Some of it was whatever they had put in the drink and I was excited with Paul watching and urging her on. I warned her of my upcoming explosion but she only sucked harder and faster. Then it hit me and I came harder and longer than I ever had. My orgasm left me shaking slightly as she swallowed all of my thick cum.

We moved into the bedroom after this and Barb and I sprawled on the bed making out and feeling each other up. I had never lost my hard on. Paul entered with more drinks as well as some bottled water. He cautioned to drink plenty of water and just sip this drink to keep the buzz going. I swallowed some water and took a small swig of the drink then moved down Barbs luscious body, kissing my way down to her lovely thighs. I slid her bikini bottom off and drooled while I admired her beautiful pussy. 

She had a small thatch of brown hair above her pubes which were shaved completely smooth. She had a nice puffy pussy which turns me on and her juices were glistening on her full lips. I buried my face in her sweetness and licked her deeply. She moaned and spread her legs wider. I glanced up to see Paul sliding his cock into her mouth. I was somewhat surprised to see that he was shaved totally bare. Remember, this was before this was really popular, especially for guys. I had gotten my last girlfriend to shave her pussy and then she got embarrassed when she had to see the Dr., the same one her Mom worked for! Anyway, I was strangely excited seeing his shaven cock and balls. It made things a little more "dirty" and sexy. I lapped at her pussy, sucking up her juices, until she pulled me upward.

She immediately shoved her tongue into my mouth and it wasn't lost on me that Paul's cock had been there seconds before. We kissed deeply, tongues tangling, hands roaming, squeezing, feeling, deep in lust. At her urging we both took deep swallows from our drinks and within minutes I felt that deep sexual buzz return from earlier. She spread her legs wide and I entered her, a hot lava tunnel of slick wetness, open at first then it seemed to grab my cock and suck me in deeper. I was vaguely aware of Paul, propped on his elbow, watching us mate. She came first. She was the first woman I was with that squirted when she came. It was hot, juices squirting on me and running everywhere. This was a slick fluid, not urine, and it didn't smell bad. It smelled a little like coffee maybe, and she didn't even drink coffee. The smell was very mild and I found it sexy.

I was still at peak excitement as I hadn't gotten close to cumming yet and I continued to pump into her pussy when I felt a strange sensation. It stopped me for a second as I felt a tongue on my balls. I quickly realized it was Paul and I wasn't sure what to do. It felt very good and I was VERY horny and I just kept fucking her as his tongue wandered over me. He licked my balls and where I joined Barbs pussy, slurping her juices as best he could. Then he moved to my ass. His tongue slithered over my hole and made me shiver. I had girls put fingers in my butt and even a dildo a few times. This was a new, wonderful sensation! Shivers were sent through my body as he tongued my ass, even pushing inside me with his tongue. I couldn't last long with her wet tunnel sucking at my cock and his tongue delving into my tender ass. I exploded, yelling and groaning loudly, my sperm pumping into Barb's overheated pussy.

I fell upon her, gasping for breath and realized that she had cum again also, though not quite so dramatically as the first time. Our mouths met and we kissed as lovers, long and deep. I gently rolled off her and after taking a deep breath I felt a hot, wet mouth take my still sensitive cock in. I jerked and moaned and realized Paul was there, taking my cum covered cock into his hot mouth. I could only moan as he licked and sucked the combined juices of my sex with Barb from my cock. Then I watched as he moved to her spread thighs and sucked and licked all that sexy cum and wetness from her, giving her another orgasm. 

I finished off the several swallows of my drink left in the glass. Barb began kissing me as I lay back and then I felt Paul's mouth on my cock. I was still extremely horny and hard. He sucked me as well as any woman ever had, if not better. After cumming a couple times I knew that I would stay hard for hours, unable to cum. Barb continued making out with me and began pinching and pulling my nipples. I responded instantly, moaning loudly, as Paul continued sucking me like an expert. Then, suddenly, the coup de grace, Paul slid a wet, slick finger into my butt. Just a few wiggles and a hard suck and I exploded into his hot mouth. I was pretty out of it then and I know Paul had me drink a full bottle of water and then they both put me to bed.

This was only the beginning of my adventures with Paul and Barb and many others. More to cum!!



My First Couple



Lesley was the first to stir.

“We must get moving,” she said as she started to gather her underwear from the floor. Dan got up wearily and went through to the bathroom. I could hear the stead flow of him pissing into the toilet. I took Lesley into my arms and kissed her deeply. I owed this woman a huge debt of gratitude. She had provided me with the most memorable afternoon of my entire life. As we broke our embrace I saw her take her sexy panties and wipe her oozing pussy with them. She folded them neatly and placed them under my pillow.

“A little something to remember us by” she whispered, kissing me on the lips. They dressed and left me standing in the room. I saw that Dan had left me their number and underneath he had written a note. 

Let us know when you are in town again and we can do this again. After all, you owe me one! 

I certainly did!



My First Cream Pie



Judy and I had been dating for a few months and she was aware of and accepted my interest in women's lingerie. Her favorite line was "women wear lingerie and men wear underwear. Except some men wear lingerie." After our second or third sexual activity she gave me a pair of panties and asked me to put them on. It was a real thrill and she wanted to talk about me wearing panties and what I liked about them. I got another erection and she especially like that. From that day on she liked it when I wore panties and would ask me if I was wearing them when we talked on the phone. The woman loved being sexual. We began to share fantasies and play them out between ourselves. One of mine was being caught by my mother going through the hamper and sniffing her panties. She would ask me what I liked about them and ask me to show her what I did with her panties. 

Do you masturbate with my panties Lyle? Is that what you do with mommies panties?"

Oh, the dialog was so much the part of the fantasy and she had is down just right. I didn't have to tell her what to say or how to say it.

"Show mommy what you do with mommies panties, Lyle. Show mommy. Do you want to look at mommy in her panties Lyle? Do you want to see the wet spot you are making in mommies panties Lyle?"

She would lift her skirt and show me her panties. I like white or ecru, pink or any light pastel colored panties and that is just what she wore. Oh, it was exquisite what she did and I was in a constant state of arousal when we did these little fantasy plays.

She liked her daddy fantasy. She wanted to be watched as she masturbated in front of her daddy and his friends. She wanted to be told to masturbate and show her daddy's friends her little pussy. In her scenario they were all sitting at the poker table and her daddy would call her into the room and tell her what to do in front of his friends. She liked that the men were all watching her and masturbating. She imagined them all with their hard cocks out and their fists flying up and down. She imagined them standing over or next to her and cumming on her tits, the cum flying everywhere and landing on her body. The hot slippery semen dripping down her various body areas and parts. Sometimes he would tell her that she had to let one of his friends play with her pussy. That's where I came in. I was the friend that played with her pussy and sometimes fucked her. But getting fucked was a very small part of the fantasy. She like me to jack off on her and spray my seed on her body. Being told what to do and being watched doing it was the big part and that is what brought her to her body shuddering orgasms, her pussy drenching, squirting orgasms, her writhing, screaming orgasms. When they were finally over she would lay panting and moaning from both exertion and pleasure. Oh what times we had.

One evening after a rather mild event of just intercourse I began to get hard again. She wasn't particularly involved but , of course willing to go along with me. She suggested that I eat her to help her get in the mood. She loved that. And this time she commented on how she loved the idea of me eating my own cum. I had thought of this at various times, eating my own cum off my hand after masturbating, but somehow after I came I had no desire at all. This time I was going to eat her and eating my own cum was a secondary and just necessary part in getting the main goal, her pleasure, satisfied.

Oh what an enjoyable time it was. I always loved a wet pussy and this was even wetter and more slippery than usual. I liked both the sensation and the taste. A mix of salty and pussy.

We were in 69 and she commented that I must really like this as she claimed that my cock got harder and thicker than usual. That my balls got bigger too. Apparently I liked eating cream pies. 

We were dating, not living together and saw each other a couple of nights a week. And while we were not necessarily dating others there was the occasional date. And that is what lead to the next adventure.

Unbeknownst to me she had been seeing another man and having sex. I found out one night when I was at her house and casually went to the hamper, at her suggestion, to get pair of panties to wear. I love to wear her recently worn and still wet panties. I reached in and fondled a few of her things, bras, socks, a shirt and then panties. The pair I found were pale pink, one of my favorites and I pulled them out and to my nose for a good sniff. They were very wet and slick, heavy with jizz. It was cum for sure and I was quite taken aback. Just then she walked in and said, "Oh, well, I guess it will all come out now."

"In answer to your unspoken question, yes, I was fucked this after noon. And I want you to fuck me now. Before any more of this leaks out. I want two loads in my pussy. Now, please."

Well, I was a bit shocked but also turned on. The idea of wearing the cold, wet, cum filled panties made me hard. I pulled them up and felt the cool cum filled gusset against my balls.

She lay on the bed and spread her legs giving me a view of her panty gusset covered pussy. I loved that view.

"Kiss me through my panties, Lyle. I want you to really enjoy this."

"Take them off, I want to eat that cream pie first. Then I'll fuck you."

She put the panties' by her side, easy to reach to give me something to sniff while we fucked'

"Eat me" she demanded.

And eat it I did. I was so hot. I just loved licking that wet pussy and hearing her moan, feeling her shake and tremble with the sensation. I got so hot that I came in my panties from the thrill alone. I guess I did like a cream pie. 

"Oh, Lyle, you naughty boy. Mommy says you have to lick your panties clean now. Show mommy how you lick your panties Lyle."

I did that too. And I loved it, licking both loads from the panties.



My First Crush



Author's Note: Gretel Fox lures Casper Waverly into firing Kurt Merchant from BizMart, a Baltimore firm that brokers business mergers and acquisitions. To receive his severance pay, Kurt must undergo psychological counseling with the company's psychiatrist, Lila Krafft, who has lost her license for unscrupulous practices. Dr. Krafft hypnotizes Kurt to pump him for information about his sexual addictions. Kurt confesses his first crush was an older woman named Greta—honing his affinity for similar names, such as Gretel. Cleared of Kurt's pauses and repetitions and Dr. Krafft's occasional prompting, the following is a transcript of Kurt's narrative.

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My first crush called nasty secrets "dirty laundry," a well-worn phrase, but I considered the words hers, because her lips sanctified everything she said. So, I'll bow to her, again, by using her expression to name our bizarre affair, which I've never discussed before.

I met this femme fatale in Mrs. Johnson's bedroom. Mrs. Johnson lived on the corner of our block and threw parties all the time, mostly for other women: bridal showers, baby showers, and girls' nights out... whatever. Mom hosted a few parties, too. So, when Mrs. Johnson invited Mom, she always let me tag along.

As a kid, I'd sneak into the guest bedroom, where all the women put their pocketbooks on the floor and coats on the bed, and burrow under the coats, especially on chilly nights, and cuddle up against the furs, which preserved my body heat.

Sometimes I saw a beautiful blonde woman with green eyes in the bedroom. She always wore a shiny black dress and long leather gloves, which made me feel queasy. My intense emotions engraved her image in my memory forever.

Her perfume smelled like marshmallows mixed with lavender. I can't describe the exact smell, but I'll never forget it.

She became my model of femininity, the ultimate temptress. She told me not to tell anyone I saw her in the bedroom. She'd give me a firm hug to make sure I observed her code of silence. I felt warm and snug in her arms.

As I got older, I felt tingly when I rubbed against coats that had rubbed against women, a carom shot at contact with female flesh. Sometimes I'd imagine rubbing against the green-eyed blonde, a pre-pubertal desire to feel her warmth and softness without any sexual overtones, and I'd get hyperactive.

Mom sensed how my changing body altered my purpose in visiting the bedroom. She told me to stop frolicking in that cozy nest.

I kept going to the parties but stayed out of the bedroom until I was thirteen. Mrs. Johnson invited Mom and me to another social, and I couldn't resist creeping into my den for old times' sake. Not to crawl under the coats, but just to revisit the scene of my happy memories.

OK, I'm in the room now. It's dark. My eyes adjust slowly. My green-eyed blonde idol, wrapped tightly in her shiny black dress, stands with something in her hand. She's wearing gloves. She winks at me! She puts her fingers to her lips to tell me to be quiet and comes up to me.

I inhale the familiar marshmallow and lavender perfume in deep gulps of air. She hugs me. The slick feel of her dress and softness of her skin give me chill bumps. She makes me feel dizzy. I yearn to nestle against her. A puzzling sensation overcomes me, almost like I'm getting sick.

Before I head for the door, I whisper, Thank you. She whispers, Not a word. I walk into the normal lighting of the living room, which now seems extremely bright.

I eavesdrop on conversations to learn more about her. Name: Greta Hipps—Mrs. Hipps, to me. As I get older, I realize she gave me weird feelings because she sexually aroused me. Mrs. Hipps transforms into the most desirable woman on earth when the hormones of my budding puberty bombard me.

Getting her alone in that bedroom becomes my passionate goal. I pursue my quest for years. Each failure makes me desire her more.

Now I'm eighteen. No more high school. I've quit my summer job to prepare for college. I go to Mrs. Johnson's last party before fall classes start, and resume my desperate search for Mrs. Hipps. This time I find her, standing by the dresser in the guest bedroom.

Mrs. Hipps wears her blonde hair short, in bangs, with a hairline of inverted curls circling her head in beautiful symmetry—a welcome relief from the big hair of the '80s. Her surname describes her most beautiful asset, besides her ass. She's holding an object that glistens against her black gloves, just like before.

She gestures to stay quiet and come to her. When she takes me in her arms, I get an instant erection, and the marshmallow-lavender smell of her perfume piques my desire to sink deeper into her arms. She hugs me tighter. I try to avert my groin because I don't want to embarrass her, or myself.

She takes my butt in her hands, even though she's holding a necklace, and pulls my body against hers. My crotch slides smoothly along her dress, another slick, black number. She's a splendid paradox, an exhibitionist who flaunts her incredible body while she's fully clothed. My erection doesn't offend her. Her laugh ripples with reassurance, but her eyes smolder.

Despite her encouragement, I'm too nervous to breathe. My hands cup her ass. My fingertips follow the curves of her posterior, down to its juncture with her thighs, fanning out and tracing her hips back to her waistline.

The touch of her cool, slick dress and the soft flesh underneath make me delirious. The glimmer of her dress outlines her body and highlights her breasts and hips. I wish to sink into her softness and submerge myself completely into her.

My face descends into her bosom: compact, perfectly shaped breasts suggesting condensed, efficient power—contrasting with the open, inviting voluptuous of her hips and ass.

She says, Kurt, do you want to kiss me? And I say, Yes, Mrs. Hipps. And she says, You may call me Greta. Her name fascinates me. The "g-r" sounds aggressive, like "grip" or "grab." And "eta" floats like a whisper. I love her softness. Her smell. Her sleek dress, like the frosting on a cake. She personifies sophistication.

I'm taller than she is, but her face overwhelms my senses when she leans up and tilts my head down. She presses her small mouth against mine. The fullness and plumpness of her lips surprise me in such a tight mouth.

Her lips overpower mine, dance lightly, tease, soften for me to kiss back, and then caress me again. Her tongue darts into my mouth. My mind is spinning with no equilibrium, unable to focus on anyone or anything but Greta.

When I open my eyes, Greta holds my face in her leather-clad hands. So sensual! So exciting to surrender to her grip. Gentle but controlling. She says we have to leave now. She tells me to bide my time elsewhere, away from my house. And to come to her house in thirty minutes.

I notice an object in my pocket. She says to ignore it but bring it to her house. She inspects my face and rubs away stray lipstick with her gloved finger. Then she leaves.

A few minutes later I excuse myself to take a walk. Mom knows I'm up to no good. She watches from the front window when I leave.

Greta's gone. No, I can't call her Greta. She's Mrs. Hipps. An authority figure. She's the beautiful lady, and I'm the mischievous kid nosing around where he doesn't belong. Even if she teases me, I must do what she says. She's so gorgeous I ache to obey her.

Never mind that I'll soon be a college freshman, not a thirteen-year-old, wrestling with puberty, and certainly not a bedazzled preschooler, totally awe-struck by this blonde bombshell. Forget that she steals jewelry from her friends.

That first encounter makes her eternally superior to me, while I remain inferior to her. I walk toward the park, away from her house. It's hard to kill time when I'm waiting to see Mrs. Hipps again! I stroll aimlessly among the benches by the pathways.

When I get to her house, she's wearing a filmy, black nightgown. She says her husband is out of town on a business trip and leads me to her bedroom, where the lights are turned down low. She tosses her nightgown aside.

She's wearing a shiny garterbelt made of black latex with matching bra. Her thong panties and stockings are also black. She says she's glad I like her gloves, and she puts them on. I crave Mrs. Hipps more than anyone else in the world.

Standing there in her garterbelt, bra, and stockings—my ideal in alluring outfits—Mrs. Hipps glorifies her feet with high heels. Her shimmering, long leather gloves solidify her seductive, authoritative, and vaguely sinister style.

She props pillows against the headboard, climbs on the bed, and leans back against the pillows, sitting upright. Lighting a cigarette, she looks decadent, ready to corrupt me. I crave the fusion of our bodies and the submersion of my will into hers. She tells me to take the diamond necklace out of my pocket and put it around her neck. 

Leaning close, with my arms around her neck, clasping the necklace she stole so brazenly, I desire to mount her. She gives me a condom and tells me to put it on. She slips off her panties while I sheathe my cock.

After I put the condom on, she spreads her legs and puts a pillow under her rump but leaves her garterbelt on and continues smoking. She says her cigarette lets her enjoy herself while she's treating me to the biggest thrill of my life. Besides, she likes to smoke while she's watching TV or otherwise amusing herself, such as observing me go berserk.

Her superior attitude grips me tighter than one of her hugs and intensifies my lust for her.

I slide into Mrs. Hipps. I surrender to her wisdom, her sultry looks, and her warm flesh. When I penetrate her, she tightens herself, making me struggle and prodding me to strain to fuck her harder. She's watching me, smoking, amused by my frustration, smirking because she's completely in charge.

She feels so damned tight and wonderful I don't care how ridiculous I look. I squeeze in far enough to initiate a smooth ride. Decent, medium strokes. A rhythm. I tell her I love her and want to stay joined to her forever.

Suddenly her pussy grips and massages my cock, and just a few of these incredibly intense strokes finish me off. She coaxes my load into the condom in less than a minute of her tight thrusts. She taunts me for finishing so fast, and then she leaves to shower.

After I finish my shower, she smokes and we watch TV—"Dallas" or "Knott's Landing"—some typically '80s fare. After awhile, she tells me I've been such a good boy she'll let me have some more.

She strips completely. For the first time, I drink in the vision of her unadorned body in eager swallows—her hips curving out from her waistline gracefully back into her thighs, her pert breasts presenting themselves for eager lips to suck, her gently sloping, almost flat belly, and the muff around her haven, darker than the blonde hair on her head.

How can a forty-year-old woman look so sexy?

Forty-three, she winks, but don't tell anyone!

She slides another condom on my cock. The feel of her hand makes that simple act mystically sensual.

Her initiating me into sex burns her vision in my mind: bold, shiny clothes, stockings, and those glimmering leather gloves, adding power and elusiveness. Her nudity charms me with innocence. But I prefer the savage wickedness of her clothes.

She feels loose and relaxed, and I'm softer without the visual kick of her naughty outfit. She takes me without responding. Indifference dulls her beauty. Haughty cigarette puffs or her arching eyebrow would fire my passion, and her beauty would inspire me to delight her.

I know I could please her, and I could celebrate her response—if only she'd respond! Pleasing her becomes a chore.

I ask her if she'll put on her garterbelt and stockings again, and I'm petrified that I've offended her. What if I lose her? I could admire her blonde hair, green eyes, and seductive lips all night without asking for more.

Mrs. Hipps, the highlight of my life because she's the first woman I've made love to, has so much more excitement to offer—just being with her vitalizes me.

Her face becomes stern, but she tells me to wait in the living room while she dresses. When she calls me back, she's wearing a shiny black latex garterbelt and bra again, with her black, seamed stockings. Her elbow-length gloves seem to say she's in charge. She has applied her mascara and eye shadow thicker than usual, giving her a domineering look.

My cock jumps to attention. She sports a peculiar smile—cynical, in retrospect. She knows she owns me. If I love her, she says, I have to give her a genuine pearl necklace the following Friday. With a wink, she says it doesn't have to be new. I agree to satisfy her whim. Lighting another cigarette, she spreads her legs.

My strokes start short and slow. Increasing the length of my strokes, I also push the tempo. I'm sliding in deep, hard, and fast. She tightens her pussy. I keep pumping into her. She puts her cigarette out and concentrates on making me come. I make it last as long as I can. She thrusts hard. We're riding together. Our physical union sizzles in harmony. She thrashes out of control, screams, and grunts.

I come while she subsides.

Her flushed face glistens with a few beads of sweat. Better, she says, lighting another cigarette. She'll make sure to wear her lingerie when she wants me again. And she'll keep other women from competing with her for my attention, because few strip completely and most of them hide under the covers when they make love.

Exhaling a huge billow of smoke, she devastates me when she tells me to go home.

My voice trembles while I ask if I can see her again.

She issues a strange prophesy: "When you're older, Kurt, consider yourself blessed if you meet a woman like me. She'll take control of you. Resist her a little, just to amuse her. But ultimately, give in to her. You'll both be so happy!"

She instructs me to call her the following Friday night at eleven o'clock to present her gift. If I don't give her a pearl necklace, as promised, she's through with me. Even if I bring her tribute, we may be unable to make love that night because her husband will be working at home all week. 

So, she tells me to call her number, hang up after one ring, and meet her at the park. I can use the pay phone outside the main activities building to call her. We'll plan our next move from there. Then she ushers me out.

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What a bind! Where will I get the money to buy a pearl necklace? My bank account will barely take me through my freshman year. If I dip into those funds, I'll have to work part time during school to finance the second semester—and my grades are likely to suffer.

Sure, I'm supposed to sacrifice for my true love. But when can I shop for a pearl necklace? I'll have to learn my way around campus and stumble through my initial assignments. I can return home on Friday, but—assuming I had enough money—my shopping time would be short.

So, am I supposed to give up Mrs. Hipps? Horrible idea! I feel like I belong to her. I need to be hers. Even if we never had sex again, being with her would complete and fulfill me.

I can't describe how I'd feel without her. Lonely, sure, but I've been through that. Being picked last for sandlot baseball games, listening to ritzy kids at school rib me about my cheap clothes—ragging on my rags, so to speak, but that brings up the hostile rejections of my attempts at humor.

Exclusion cuts deep. But I keep going. If Mrs. Hipps spurns me, I'll sing Roy Orbison's song, "It's Over." (God, you can hear the bitter sorrow in his voice. After I discover his early music, many of Roy Orbison's songs become my hymns to Mrs. Hipps.) She holds my fragile happiness in her iron grip. I hunger for her acceptance and approval—or even her smug, cocky tolerance.

Reluctantly, I focus on my mother's pearl necklace, a family heirloom. It's been in the back of my mind all this time, but I hoped for another solution. If I take her necklace, I can appease Mrs. Hipps, and her dynamic charisma will motivate me to excel in college and make tons of money after graduation—enough to buy dozens of necklaces.

Friday night, I have Mom's necklace. I call Mrs. Hipps from the park. Minutes later, she drives up in her Mercedes and pulls into the darkest corner of the parking lot. I go to join her. She's standing beside her car, smoking a cigarette, when I walk up. She tells me to put the necklace around her neck. She turns her back to me.

I loop the necklace around the front of her neck. While I'm fastening the clasp, she wiggles her ass into my crotch. I press my stiff cock against her bottom, feeling her soft, warm ass under her dress, and I love the feel of her pliant flesh directly under the slick fabric.

Mrs. Hipps willfully shapes my desires while I humbly, and greedily, gobble up her crumbs of affection. Instead of hugging her waist, I reach under her arms and cup her breasts. She looks back over her left shoulder and smiles at me. She approves!

Some still, quiet voice in my mind whispers that Mrs. Hipps is devious and wicked. But when she enfolds me in her conspiracy—even when she manipulates me into stealing for her—she provides me sanctuary from my fear of loneliness, and no force can drive me outside her cozy sphere.

My raging testosterone and adrenaline, as powerful as they are, recede into subordination to her psychological domination over me. She wields my sexual drive as her instrument to bind me into unquestioning, undying loyalty to her. Oh, what a lovely instrument!

In a blur of motion, she pivots around, hikes her dress up, and leans back against the car. She demands that I take her, here and now. I grab a condom package from my pocket—this time I'm prepared—rip it open, and slide it on my cock. She says if we see anyone coming, she'll push her dress back down and deny any wrongdoing.

The exhilaration of coupling in public, the risk of getting caught, and the glorious power of Mrs. Hipps's personality elevate my cock to hair-trigger sensitivity, enough to threaten premature ejaculation. Hell, I feel as if I could come just looking at Mrs. Hipps, pressing her wonderful rump against her car, smoking her cigarette, and blowing smoke in my face. She gives me the greatest sexual thrills of my life.

So, the least I can do is last longer than instant pudding. I recall reading that men can keep humping longer if they relax their sphincter muscle, instead of tightening it and shooting their load from the pressure. I follow that strategy.

But it's hard to relax when I soak in the magnificence of Mrs. Hipps in her slinky garterbelt and stockings, her form-fitting, shiny dress, and her high-society gloves. Sensory overload.

I must close my eyes while I pump my cock into her, firmly but smoothly, joining her with respectful awe and admiration, adjusting each stroke to her reactions to my body. Without looking at her provocative beauty and sexiness, I concentrate on the bliss of our bodies connecting and our souls perhaps timidly reaching out to each other. While I savor the pleasure of our carnal union, my mind wanders from the performance itself, and I feel as if I can keep going forever.

She compliments my stamina but wonders if I'm getting there yet. And it dawns on me she's doing this for me. She can't possibly be comfortable pinned against her car, swaddled in a tight dress and cumbersome garterbelt. It will be a miracle if she's able to come in this position, in these surroundings.

But squeezing into her feels sublime, and I feel a deep urge to stay in her!

I open my eyes. If Mrs. Hipps is staging this show for me, she's lavishing me with ecstasy. Whenever anyone asks me about the best sex I've ever had, this is it. Mrs. Hipps absolutely defines sexuality. Say "intercourse" and I will always visualize her the way she looks now, her precisely coiffed hair now disheveled from the thrashing movement of her ethereal body, drops of perspiration despite the cool September night air, and an animation I've never seen in her green eyes before, a cauldron of lust, benevolence, and triumph.